Weapons charged and ready, night vision on my head.We bring the Zombie Apocalypse. We are the Walking Dead.I fast roped onto the site and let go the ...sbestos sleeve,I ranged walked towards the area and flipped up NVG’s.I checked comms with my team as we filed up in the night.We stacked along an entrance way and prepared for a fight.A man stepped forward with a ribbon charge rolled up in his hand.He brushed the roll two or three times and cleared off sticking sand.He unrolled the ribbon charge. Leaning over her body, he found the lubricant on the bed stand and poured it on her asshole. Slowly, he pushed a finger in, she moaned into the tape. Stretching her open, he poured more lube inside of her. She whimpered as the cold liquid entered her. Setting the bottle down he lean into position with the head of his cock against her asshole. She tried one last feeble attempt at freedom before he pushed in hard and fast. She screamed into the gag in pain as he moaned with pleasure in. I did not have to wait long. I heard her, talking extra loud as she came back up the stairs. "First on the right, Major," she said. I stood against the wall where the opening door would conceal me, and in came an artillery major in full regimentals, working on his cross belts and obviously eager for action.I tapped him behind the ear with the butt of my heavy pistol and caught him as he fell, limp as a bag of potatoes. I quickly gagged him and hog tied him with his own belts. He had a fat purse. Bob logged onto his server at work through the Internet. He first pulled up Lexus-Nexus and searched for what he was looking for. He had to get about the date and it took quite a while before he was successful. He found the newspaper article that had the account of the two men being charged with the death of Ray Simmons. The article listed the full names of the men. A quick check of the other databases that his company used pulled up the criminal record for the two men. Bob printed out the mug.