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Gen 13: Face-Off by PJ

warning.  adult content.

Chapter 2

	The sun was beginning its descent into the horizon when the
Aztechnology assault chopper reached the Azlan/U.S. border.  John
Lynch sat in the pilot's chair, guiding the airship while Caitlin
monitored the remaining weapon systems.  Roxy and Muerte sat in the
passenger compartment, wind swirling around them from the gaping hole
in the chopper's right side hatch.

	"Azlan radar has just picked us up," informed Lynch, his
cybernetic processor linked to the helicopter's sensor suite.

	"Weapons loaded and ready," reported Caitlin, her right hand
wrapped around a weapon joystick.

	"Enjoy the ride," said John before he ignited the assault
chopper's thrusters, propelling the craft over the border into Azlan
airspace.  The helicopter flew quickly towards the heart of Azlan, the
jungle below them blurring past the wide cockpit windows.  Roxy clung
to Muerte, her body trembling like the over-stressed frame of the
airship.  As the team drew closer to the capital city of Azlan, two
identical assault choppers swung behind them, firing four streams of
bullets at the intruding vehicle.  Lynch dived sharply to the left,
dodging most of the bullet fire except for one volley that tore into
the craft's light armor.  The interior of the chopper shook violently
while Lynch pulled up and began a random series of evasions and jinks.

	"Roxy!  Man the aft cannon!" shouted Caitlin over the roar of
gun fire and the whip of the helicopter's blade.

	The petite brunette clumsily unbuckled herself from her seat,
then staggered across the tilting deck to the aft gunnery chair.
Fastening herself in tight, Roxy grabbed both of the assault cannon's
handles, then aimed the long weapon at one of the pursuing choppers.
Roxy mashed the firing studs down, then cursed when nothing happened.
Examining the control panel, Roxy found the arming switch and flipped
it on.  The gun clicked as a round from a belt was fed into its firing
chamber, then Roxy re-aimed the weapon and tried to fire again.  The
cannon bucked in Roxy's desperate grip, the recoil jerking her body
within the gunnery chair as a long line of tracer rounds arced in the
air and punched into the right-hand assault chopper.  The helicopter
twisted under the attack, bullets ripping the airship's hull to
tatters.  The mortally wounded craft dived towards the foliage below,
venting a trail of greasy smoke until it disappeared into the
obscuring jungle.  The remaining helicopter redoubled its attack,
firing two columns of projectiles at the speeding airship before it.


	"Sir!  A rogue assault chopper has entered Azlan airspace!
It's heading straight for us!" exclaimed a male Security officer as he
burst into Miguel Santiago's ornate dining room.

	"How long until it reaches the city?" asked Miguel, his meal
forgotten.

	"Less than twenty minutes," panted the officer anxiously.

	"Put all Security forces on alert.  I want all the defense
stations around the city manned and ready," ordered Santiago before he
wiped his mouth with a napkin and rose from his cushioned chair.

	"Excuse me for a moment, Carmen," smiled Miguel politely, his
secretary nodding in acknowledgment, her sleek red silk dress
shimmering under the candlelight.

	The richly suited CEO walked calmly out of the dining room,
then down a carpeted hallway to his office.  He moved behind his desk,
then summoned a program from the in- built computer interface.

	"Activate cyber-control routine beta," ordered Miguel sharply.

	"Control program activated," replied the warm, female voice of
the computer.

	"Re-initialize brain net program, then re-activate," said
Santiago with a malicious smile.

	"Brain net re-booted and activated," reported the computer.

	"That should make things easier," observed Santiago as he
withdrew a cigar from his jacket pocket and lit it with a nearby
lighter.


	The assault chopper vibrated from another hit, the aft hull
torn and gaping from several gun pod salvos.  Roxy spat in
frustration, her cannon firing until it grew hot from extended use,
her attacks evaded by the agile craft and its skilled combat pilot.

	"We're almost there, get ready to jump!" ordered Lynch while
he struggled to keep the airship in the sky.

	"There are parachutes in that storage compartment," pointed
Caitlin, her fingers fumbling with her chair restraints.

	Roxy rose from her seat, her body slamming against the hull of
the craft, just as an invisible signal washed across her brain.  The
cyberware implanted in her mind by Ivana Baiul, long dormant after
Lynch had deactivated it, burst back to life.  A cruel smile grew on
Roxy's lovely face as she clasped her hands together and slammed them
into the back of Muerte's neck.  The mage fell forward into his
restraints, allowing Roxy time to move in front of him and swing her
clasped hands into his face, knocking him unconscious.  Roxy turned to
attack Caitlin and John, but halted when Lynch reached out with his
right hand and sent a powerful burst of electricity into Caitlin's
body.  Cat jerked spasmodically in her seat, then fell back limply,
her head lolling to the side.  John looked back at Roxy, then winked
companionably at her.  Roxy giggled darkly as she unbelted Caitlin's
comatose body and dragged it back into the passenger compartment.
John flipped on the chopper's comm gear, then cleared his throat.

	"Aztechnology assault craft, this is John Lynch, code beta.
The gen-actives on this vessel have been apprehended.  I am now
proceeding to the arcology for transferal and additional orders," said
Lynch in an emotionless voice.

	"Mr. Lynch, your code has been verified.  You are approved for
landing at base pad one.  Do not deviate from your plotted course,"
replied the pilot of the pursuing airship.

	"Roger," acknowledged Lynch before he swung the chopper onto
the course indicated by his flight computer.


	Miguel Santiago waited patiently on the landing pad, the tail
of his suit jacket flapping in the air as the damaged assault craft
slowly lowered itself to the duracrete ground.  Base pad one was high
on the Aztechnology arcology's frame, near the summit that housed the
executive offices and Santiago's personal quarters.  Ms. Carmen stood
close and slightly behind her boss, her short grey skirt billowing
around her slim, brown legs.  Security troopers rushed the airship
after it landed, not waiting for the craft's wide blade to stop
spinning.  They forcibly opened the breeched hatch, then reached in to
drag out the unconscious bodies of Caitlin Fairchild and Muerte.  John
Lynch hopped down to the grey surface of the pad, then helped Roxy
from the airship.

	"The control programs seem to be working," observed Carmen.

	"Yes, but I'll want both of them examined and the software
updated.  I want reinforcement routines uploaded into their wetware,"
ordered Miguel through clenched lips.

	"Yes, sir," nodded Carmen as she recorded the orders into a
palm computer.  Stretcher parties moved forward, helping the soldiers
place Caitlin and Muerte on two stretcher frames.  Inhibitor collars
were fastened around Cat and Muerte's necks, then their limbs were
bound to the sides of the conveyances.   The bearers hustled the
prisoners inside the huge corporate pyramid, escorted by the silent,
rifle-bearing soldiers.  Lynch and Roxy strode up to Santiago, John
saluting crisply while Roxy smiled wantonly at the tall CEO.

	"Good job, Mr. Lynch.  Glad to have you back on my side,"
smiled Miguel coldly.

	"Good to be back, sir," replied John, his eyes locked forward,
not meeting the executive's gaze.

	"And it's good to have Ms. Spaulding on our team.  I hope
you'll work for me just as you did for Ms. Baiul," grinned Santiago
wolfishly.

	"I'll do whatever you wish, sir," murmured Roxy in honeyed
tones, pursing her lips while sliding her hands over her shapely hips.

	"Excellent.  Let's discuss it in my office in greater detail,"
replied Santiago as he offered Roxy his right arm.  Roxanne eagerly
took his arm, then leaned intimately close to the CEO, brushing her
left hip against his side as she followed him to the arcology's door.

	"What do you want done with Lynch and the prisoners?" asked
Carmen somewhat frostily.

	"Send Lynch to one of the secure guest rooms and order him to
stay there.   Have Dr. Walsh begin testing on Caitlin and that Muerte
fellow," said Santiago before he disappeared inside the arcology with
Roxy clinging to him.


	"Take off your clothes, girl," ordered Santiago as he fixed
himself a drink at the bar within his large office.

	Roxy smiled with pleasure, eagerly removing her black tank
top, cut-off jean shorts, and sneakers.  Santiago turned to watch Roxy
as she pulled down her white cotton panties, then reached behind her
back to unclasp her bra.  Roxy stood naked before her new master, her
nipples growing hard with anticipation.   Miguel walked slowly to his
desk, then sat down in his high-backed, leather chair.  He took a deep
drink from his glass, then swirled the ice melting inside.

	"Come here.  Kneel before me," growled Miguel huskily.

	Roxy swayed over to Santiago's desk, then knelt between his
outspread legs.

	"Unzip my pants," commanded Miguel, his brown eyes smoldering.

	Roxy licked her moist lips while she reached forward to unzip
the executive's expensive slacks.  

	"Take my cock and suck it," said Santiago.

	Roxy slowly reached inside Santiago's underwear, gently
pulling out his hardening cock.  She smiled up at her master before
leaning forward to place her lips over the head of his quivering tool.
Roxy licked the tip of Miguel's cock with her pink tongue, then slid
the shaft into her warm mouth, caressing the pole lovingly.  Santiago
moaned in ecstasy, taking another deep sip from his glass, his hand
reaching down to fondle Roxy's dark, rich hair.  Roxy slid her mouth
against the sides of Miguel's member, her lips moistening his
throbbing meat until she reached the base of his tool.  The naked girl
nuzzled Santiago's crotch, rubbing her nose in his musky pubic hair
and round testicles.  She placed one into her mouth, sucking loudly on
it, licking its skin with her wanton tongue.  Miguel gasped for
breath, his hands pressing against Roxy's head while a trickle of cum
glistened on the head of his cock.   Roxy quickly lapped the fluid
with her tongue, then sucked hungrily on the engorged head, her cheeks
taut with strain.  Roxy moved her head up and down rhythmically, her
mouth a ravenous orifice as it enfolded Santiago's member, letting it
slide deep into her narrow throat.  Miguel groaned with bliss, his
legs trembling while the young girl at his feet sucked on his shaft,
adorned it with her warm saliva.  Santiago could feel his orgasm
building, could sense the flood of semen threatening to gush forth.
The CEO stopped Roxy as she was licking up and down his tool, her
agile tongue caressing his warm flesh.

	Santiago pulled the naked girl to her feet, then drew her
close to him, positioned her body over his lap so that she sat against
his crotch.  Roxy smiled with lust, her small hands guiding Miguel's
burning cock to her moist cunt.  The long, thick shaft sunk into her
tight slit, the meat pole sliding deeply up her clenching vagina.
Roxy moaned loudly, then wrapped her thin arms around Santiago's neck.
Miguel kissed Roxy hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way past
the naked girl's slack lips while she started pumping up and down on
his cock, her pussy clutching his pole greedily.  Santiago sucked
lewdly on Roxy's tender lips, then licked down her slim neck, his arms
wrapped tightly around her bare torso.  Roxy slid up and down faster
and faster, honey dripping from her pink cunt, lubricating her
master's member as it punched into her belly.  Miguel reached Roxy's
small breasts, his mouth roving over them, sucking them, tasting them
with a glistening tongue.  Roxy moaned with pleasure, kissing the top
of Santiago's head while she clutched his neck with her arms, her
crotch burning with approaching climax as her master's shaft thrust
deep into her warm depths.

	"Fuck me, fuck me harder," panted Roxy, sweat dripping from
her ripening tits.  Santiago licked Roxy's delicious perspiration, his
mouth slid over her soft mounds as he increased the force of his
crotch thrusts, shoving his member even more violently into the
panting girl's tender slit.  Both lovers grunted like rutting beasts,
their bodies entwined together, Roxy bucking up and down like a
sex-crazed whore.  The naked girl leaned backwards, her smooth back
arching as she screamed in orgasm.  Santiago snarled like a wild
animal, his hands tightly clenching Roxy's hips, his cock sheathed
inside her small stomach as it vomited a stream of gooey jism, filling
her then overflowing down her bare thighs.  

	Roxy fell forward into Miguel's embrace, her breasts rising
and falling with each gasp for breath.  The sated man held Roxy
against him, inhaling her feminine musk, kissing her damp, pink
forelocks.  Roxy pressed her face into Miguel's firm chest, then
looked up tenderly at her master.

	"I love you," murmured Roxy, her eyes glowing with adoration.

	"Good," smiled Santiago, his right hand stroking Roxy's short
hair before he kissed her deeply, possessively, on the mouth.
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