Run - Chapter 46: Heroes Don't Flinch (mf creampie ws)

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Chapter 46: Heroes Don't Flinch

The cold metal room was dull and smelly and boring. Logan leaned back against the wall where a cot with a thin mattress had been assigned to him near where Lauren, Finch, Hannah, and Georges were likewise located. There were perhaps three dozen others in the large high-ceiling room, and the low chatter and nervous expressions were doing nothing to make Logan feel any better about being trapped without any word on what was going on. It had been several hours already, and though he'd tried to sleep several times, it was nearly impossible with his stomach clenching and sour.

Other than the five of them, the youngest person in the safe room was probably at least thirty. It seemed that the bunker complex was not a place for families, but beyond that, Logan didn't know why those inside with him were not out fighting. He knew if he was older that there was no way he'd be locked away to keep safe. No, he was a hero, he figured, and heroes didn't cower when there was fighting to do.

His sister was likewise agitated, kicking her legs under her rapidly, eyes tired but alert. Logan offered her a small smile when she looked his way, but Lauren's expression remained muted and withdrawn. If anything, Logan wished he could show her he was the hero she needed in that moment. Surely, since he'd already seen her boobs, and more, she'd be certain to thank him properly by spreading her legs or taking him in her mouth again. Lauren was good like that. She knew Logan was really brave.

A heavy, metallic boom sounded near the one door which led out of the room. Logan jumped. Got to stop doing that! he thought, heroes don't flinch! The pretty blonde woman Anna came in with an older man dressed in dark-green and white camouflage. "Can I get everyone's attention a moment?" the woman shouted.

What little conversation had been going on was silenced, and the few people who might have been asleep slowly roused and turned towards Anna.

"Right now, the situation is still fluid. No Limits forces are moving south in our direction. You're safe here. They aren't getting inside, and we can hold out here for months if it comes to that. There's yet to be an engagement, so don't worry about anyone's safety outside this room. We're well trained and we know our jobs. I just need everyone to be patient and do your best to get some sleep. It's almost dawn, so we expect to see a little more about what the enemy plans once the sun is up. That's all for now."

Anna's eyes sought out Logan, so it seemed to the boy, and she began walking in his direction. "You three," she said as she grew closer, "I need a word."

Lauren, Finch, and Logan gathered around her, Hannah and Georges just outside the circle but looking on. "Good news is that your father is still just fine. He's with my dad and Holly. They're still trying to locate your mother. And that's the bad news... Seems her captor has disappeared in Corsica."

Logan growled his frustration.

"Silver got out in the night. He's going to them right now. They need him on site to trace your mother's location." Anna took in a deep breath, then said, "All that aside... I need... a volunteer..."

Logan's hand shot up immediately. Whatever was needed, the boy was sure he was the one for the job.

Anna explained, "We're secure here, don't fret about that. However, part of our security depends on our ventilation system. About an hour ago... the primary intake switch failed and it remains open. It means we're still drawing air from an insecure port. If the enemy discovers that intake..."

"They could poison us..." Lauren said quietly.

"Right," Anna replied, "The problem is... we can't send anyone topside without risking exposure to the intake. Chances it would be discovered are very small. It's well hidden in a difficult spot to access, but a technician traveling aboveground could be followed. Needless to say, we can't risk that."

"So what do you need?" Finch asked.

"There's a small chance that Logan might fit through the ventilation shafts and be able to get to the intake from inside. I don't know for sure, but our techs believe it is possible if someone is small enough. Logan's right on the edge of being small enough, and, unfortunately, he's the only one inside this place who might have a chance to get it done."

"I'm in!" Logan shouted, his heart beating rapidly, the thrill of a challenge rising up inside him.

Anna nodded, "I figured you'd say that." She turned towards Lauren and Finch and said, "He'll be fine. None of the system is exposed above the ground, it will just be a bit... tricky... in spots."

Lauren looked at him with concern, "Are you sure, Logan?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "For sure! Show me the way!"

Anna pursed her lips. "First, we need to teach you what you'll need to know to get there and how you are going to get the intake closed off. So, let's get to it. Follow me, Logan."

He rose to his feet, light as a feather, weariness and boredom long forgotten. Every eye in the room turned to watch him walk out, and Logan knew they'd all think highly of him when he returned from his mission as a hero.

- - -

"Silver is inbound with an ETA of five minutes," Holly told him, then Gene saw her start to say something further and hesitate.

"What?"

"There's... there's a threat... in Tirano."

Gene growled and surged up from his seat on the chopper. They had completely lost Tamara and Utah in the night, no trace of where they might have gone. Silver's last good trace had been to a tiny device inside one of the bullets shot into O'Leary's chest, the red-haired man somehow still holding on to life. Hours ago, Utah had made his escape. It was hoped that getting Silver closer to the source might give him a chance to pick up something more to follow.

"Tell me, Holly!"

"No Limits has moved a couple of companies by helicopter and APC just north of the bunker. It's not clear what they are up to, but Tirano has been locked down."

Gene felt his anxiety pulsing to life again, as if it ever went away. "You said my kids would be safe there. Bridgewater swore—"

"Gene!" Holly shouted from beside him, "I need you to focus right now. Your kids are as safe as anywhere in the world. No one is getting inside that bunker. It was built especially for siege defense. But right now, we're the ones exposed. We know Victor's force is tracking us. Marisa spotted two choppers north of us that almost certainly are Victor's. We're about to be in a fight of our own, and I cannot have you worried about Tirano."

He swallowed, as best he could, the thoughts of his children and said, "Fine. What do we do?"

"We wait for Silver. He should be here any second. Then we're heading east out over the water to try to avoid whatever trap Victor is trying to push around us here. Silver does some magic and, viola!, we find your wife again."

"Magic."

"Better than David Copperfield, I assure you."

Gene felt all the days of his life pushing down on him in that moment. Every sleepless night, every bruise, every twisted ankle, each and every pounding headache. He was without good sleep for days at that point, stressed to the point of illness, and despite being within minutes of finding Tamara, he was once again seeing her slip further away by the second. It felt like an enormous weight under which Gene was suffocating.

Holly took his hand and, despite his dark thoughts and weariness, that simple touch brought him around enough to raise his head and stare off to the east where the sun was just starting to rise. He saw a dark spec to the north and said, "Chopper, just there."

Holly stared then tapped her earpiece. "That's Silver. We'll be airborne again in less than two minutes."

Gene steeled himself as best he could, and tightened his grip on Holly's hand as if it was the one source of strength left for him to tap.

- - -

The sprawling unisex bathrooms in Wing Seven were empty when Finch went inside to pee. His brother had just been led away by Anna in the hope of shutting off an intake, leaving the others to worry and stress and do little else. Finch felt the urge to stretch and walk around, so he circled the room a couple of times until he decided to use the toilet.

There were no urinals, only stalls, each with a door which left a foot-and-a-half gap with the floor. Finch started to step into one when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see that Hannah had followed him inside.

"Hey," she said, "restless?"

He nodded, "Very."

"Me too..."

"I, uh... I need to pee..."

Hannah squatted down, eyes passing up one row of stalls and then down the other. "Follow me..."

Finch tilted his head in confusion, then walked quickly behind the brunette, her ponytail swishing side-to-side as she walked, the silky strands ending just above where Hannah's butt was well-defined by tight, black denims. She led them to the last stall and opened the door, smiling as she ushered him inside.

"So," she said in a whisper, "we gotta be really quiet, but... if you're interested..." Hannah pulled her shirt up and her lovely breasts came free. Finch's cock hardened at the sight, and he gave no thought to whether anyone else might catch them in the act. At least it wouldn't be getting caught by Dad... or with Lauren...

Finch caressed Hannah's young boobs as they kissed, pressing her up against the room's metal wall which served as one side of the stall. He slid a hand down between her legs and rubbed the teen's crotch as her own hand found his bulge and soon pulled down the zipper above it.

His cock in her fingers, Finch pushed Hannah's jeans down and began to finger her wet pussy. She moaned softly into his mouth, and Finch tried to keep his own sounds of pleasure muffled, as well.

Hannah pushed Finch onto the toilet seat and quickly shucked her pants and panties. The warm scent of her pussy was welcome and so arousing. She turned around, pushing her ass down to his lap. Finch's cock rested in the cleft as she rose and lowered her hips, letting his dick slide along her hairy slit and against her anus. Hannah reached back and took hold of Finch's penis, placed the tip against her opening, and sat down.

Finch groaned quietly as the girl's hot cunt stretched to take him inside. She was tight and slippery, quickly rising and falling over him, the squeaking toilet, the light sounds of her breathing, and the wet squishing from where they mated were the only noises in the bathroom.

He held her hips and started to move her body, his arms straining with the effort. Hannah's lovely soft ass cheeks bounced up and down and her pussy started to clench and tighten. The girl leaned her head back and Finch kissed her neck, swelling inside her. She whispered, "I'm cumming... mmm... mmmm... mmmm..."

Hannah's hips shuddered with each movement up and down, Finch holding her firmly, pushing her up and pulling her down his length. He felt her grow wetter, the squishing sounds louder, echoing lightly within the stall. Finch moved his hands down and squeezed Hannah's buttocks, then used them to slam the teen's body down onto his cock.

She started doing so on her own, and Finch slid his hands around her body, fondling her tits as she fucked him. The wetness between her legs was sliding down over his balls. Hannah's nipples were hard and Finch's fingers squeezed each lightly. It turned him on to touch Hannah's breasts while they fucked, and his balls drew up, his penis swelling inside her. He kissed her neck again, pulled her down hard onto his lap, and was rewarded with a burning, boiling ejaculation, cum spurting rapidly into Hannah's tight little pussy.

Finch breathed against her neck as he emptied his nuts into Hannah, then they became still, the sounds of their breathing too loud but Finch was unable to do anything about it. "Mmm..." Hannah purred quietly, "I love it when you do that..."

She slowly rose off his lap and a rush of semen ran out of her cunt and onto Finch's cock and balls, some dripping between his legs and splashing in the toilet. Hannah leaned down, smiling, and kissed him, then said, "Still need to pee?"

Finch figured he probably did, though his orgasm made it hard to consider such things. "I think so..."

Hannah giggled, "Well, let's see it, then..."

He eyed her narrowly a moment, then grinned, "Alright..."

Finch directed his half-hard cock down into the bowl. It took a moment to relax enough but his stream started to flow out strong as his penis softened. Hannah's eyes never left the tip of his dick. She seemed delighted to watch Finch peeing.

When he was through, she said, "My turn," and all but yanked him off the toilet to so that she could sit. Hannah leaned back, spread her thighs wide, and started pissing strongly. Finch carefully tucked his cock back into his pants and stared with curiosity between Hannah's legs, the sight of her peeing threatening to bring forth a new erection. He didn't know why it was such a turn on watching the teen urinating, but it definitely was.

As her flow slowed, she giggled, whispering, "Like watching a girl pee?"

Finch just nodded.

"I thought so... Maybe one day I'll show you something else you might like to watch..."

Finch was suddenly worried she meant the other thing girls did on the toilet. His face scrunched up.

"Not that, silly!" she laughed. "Something you would like, though. We'll see..."

He was confused but still buzzing from his orgasm and too tired and scared and sated to think much more about her mysterious offer.

A loud closing bang signaled that they were not alone in the bathroom. Hannah quickly put her clothes back on and flushed the toilet. They waited until they heard the click of a stall door closing then darted out of the bathrooms to go back to their boring task of waiting for other people to do something. At least, Finch thought, I got to do it with Hannah again. If we could get the chance for that, it might be too bad a wait...

- - -

Tamara had been alone in the small room for hours. She'd figured out early on that they were somewhere at sea. She couldn't be certain if it was a boat or a submersible, but the occasional rocking nothing made it clear they were in the water.

Haul had left after his clear threat of her impending torture at the hands of the Mantis. Tamara remembered how Hannigan had helped her escape from the Playa Gordo compound when he'd received word the Mantis was on his way. Oh, Marcus! She was too tired and shocked to cry about his death, but it hurt to the point of souring her already miserable stomach. For the moment, she was a prisoner, and the options were limited to one choice: waiting for the chance to escape.

Getting off the boat was obviously not an easy task. Haul had locked the door to the room. Tamara tested that several times during her wait. And if they were at sea, on or below the water, there simply was nowhere to go. With the Mantis on his way, and no options at her disposal, Tamara reached deep to try to find a plan with a sliver of hope.

After he'd left earlier, she'd spotted something on the floor near the foot of the bed. It was a hairbrush, thin and plastic, dark fibers trapping hair which looked just like Utah's dark-auburn. She'd picked it up and hidden it under the mattress along the wall. It wasn't much of a tool or a weapon, but it was the only thing not bolted down or locked away in the room, so it was worthy of hiding for future use.

Haul returned while Tamara was on her back on the large, plush mattress. She rose to sit on the edge as he closed the door behind him. "There is a delay, I'm afraid. Not my fault, I assure you. I'm punctual no matter what, this is all his fault." As before, Haul rambled a while, Tamara sighing while he convinced himself that everyone but him made mistakes. Finally, he stopped his monologue and said, "Comfortable?"

"As much as any prisoner who is scared and pissed off..."

Haul smiled, "I assure you, Tamara, your comfort is my number one priority."

Tamara's days spent in the theater company at college formed her resolve around the desperate act in her mind. "Charles," she said, trying not to spit out the name, "I... I could be more comfortable..."

"Your wish, etcetera ," the man said smoothly.

Her eyes lowered to indicate submission, Tamara said softly, "I'm... I'm lonely..."

"Oh, but I am here, my dear."

"I know... that's what I mean..."

Haul stared at her with an even expression, then knelt down in front of her, placing his hand on her right thigh. "Mmm... you are a delicious one, I assure you. Whatever is it you desire?"

Her eyes met his and Tamara did her best to wear the mask of a lost, frightened creature who's one desire was the man in front of her. "Company..."

Haul purred, running his hand higher, placing his fingers between her legs and cupping her crotch, "Your pussy is wet, yes?"

"Very wet..."

"And you desire what only I can give you..."

"Yes..."

"Mmm, you are not wrong, I assure you," Haul said, slowly stroking Tamara's crotch, "I have exactly what you need."

"Give it to me," she breathed, "Please..."

Haul smiled at her, grabbing her pussy hard through her pants to the point of discomfort. Tamara finched and tensed. His smile turned to a scowl, "I expected better from you, Tamara. Wanton slut is not your look. Where is the pissed off woman you described earlier? Where is the fiery, stubborn woman who would like to wrap her fingers around my throat and squeeze? Where is she?" He stood up and stared down at her, "I'm not stupid, my dear, I would have thought you, like everyone else, understood that." Haul walked to the door and opened it, turning back to tell her, "Your wet pussy is your concern, not mine. Enjoy it while you can. I said there was a delay, not a cancelation," then Haul disappeared and locked the door behind him.

- - -

"I could use your help, all of you," Anna told Lauren, Finch, Hannah, and Georges as they stood together in a tight circle near the door into Wing Seven. "Right now... it's getting complicated and we need runners. You won't be fighting or near the front, you'll stay inside the bunker at all times, but we could use some hands to help get ammo and supplies moved forward."

"Of course," Lauren said quickly, "we'll do anything."

Anna nodded, "I'm pleased you say so. Now listen... I'm going to have weapons issued to you. It's just in case it gets messy, understood? Have any of you fired pistols before?"

"I have," Lauren replied.

"We have, too," Georges offered, "at our farm. Dad taught us years ago and we've practiced a lot."

"Good. Finch?"

He shook his head, "Not yet..."

"Okay."

"But I can use one, I'm sure!" he exclaimed.

"We'll see. I don't really want to have you armed with something you've never used." Anna turned and opened the door, "Alright. Follow me. We're in a hurry." She jogged ahead and Lauren's legs pumped to keep up with the pretty blonde woman, her mind sharp and ready for anything.

- - -

Logan studied the rough drawing more closely than anything he'd tried to learn in school. The layout of the ducts and access panels was not terribly complex, but there were ways to get lost which might not end in a hero's return. Anna had already explained what he would need to do once he got to the intake, and the bag slung over his shoulder was filled with tools, parts, and assorted gear which might come in handy.

"When I say you'll barely fit," the pretty blonde told him, "I mean just that. I hope you're not claustrophobic."

"Clawstral... uh..."

"It means you freak out in tight spaces."

Logan shook his head, "Not me. This one time, I managed to get into a drainage ditch, where, um, there was this small tunnel under the highway, and um—"

"Yeah, yeah, great story. Listen. Focus on this. You're going to need to strip down to your underwear. We're pretty sure you're going to need the grease to get through some of those tight spots. Won't help to be wearing clothes. Get to it."

"Uh, here?"

Anna stared at him a moment, "It's just you and me kid. You're as ready as you're going to be. The access point is just down that passage," she said, pointing towards where the room narrowed and disappeared into darkness.

Logan shook himself. This is getting real! He wasn't exactly ashamed to take off his shirt or pants, not even with the modest tenting going on down there. He saw Anna's eyes gaze down at where his white briefs stuck out. She lingered just long enough to send a thrilling shiver through Logan's body. Oh! Maybe Anna is the sister I should be working on. Maybe she likes romance and heroes!

"Alright, good enough. You've got the pack. Two flashlights in there, you'll need it inside. Transmitter can send and receive. Test it for me again."

Logan pressed a hand to the piece in his ear, "Uh, test."

"Got it. There's a backup should that go out, but remember, once you are in that last stretch, no coms. Someone might hear you if they are close enough above the intake."

"Understood," Logan replied.

Anna led him towards the darkened passage which lit up just before they entered it. At the end, a door led into a moderate electronics room with lots of flashing red and blue and green lights, wires of all colors running into the ceiling and through walls, cables laid from industrial outlets to racks of computing equipment.

The blonde stepped between two of the racks and turned left, leading him down a short passage which turned right at the end. Another door led to a small, dark room with large, metal pipes and ductwork around all sides. "Right there is where you get started," Anna told him, pointing to a flat, grey panel beside a large rectangular duct. "Good luck, Logan."

He looked at her and instinctively reached for a hug. Anna smiled as she embraced him, and Logan could feel her boobs pressing against his chest. More instinct made him kiss her cheek on the way out. She grinned and said, "You'll do great. Go to it, soldier."

Logan smiled and felt eagerness to start on his mission. He pushed back the panel and squeezed through the opening, the panel closing behind him. The darkness was complete, and before pulling out a flashlight, Logan took a few deep breaths.

He was scared, to be sure, but finally, Finally!, he was doing something a hero would do. It felt like the grandest thing in the world to the boy. One more deep breath and then he fished a flashlight out of his bag, flipping it on, and starting the slow crawl up the incline towards his goal.