And I was it. I liked working that shift as I could watch the features without much interruption.It was at this feature that I came across my Scandina...ian dream girl. But not the way that I had hoped. She was seated amongst four guys that I recognized as about her age and they were molesting her. There was a guy on each side of her nursing on her exposed tits while they pinned her arms behind their bodies and into their seatbacks, the third guy had pulled her head back over the seat back and. She tasted of the stew, and Boyd allowed himself to melt into her fur, her warmth overcoming him as he sank into her doughy body.They had eaten well for the first time in a week, both of them were full and lethargic, Boyd had even turned up the heat in the shuttle to a balmy temperature as if trying to spite the frozen hellscape they had just escaped from. Lorza soothed him with slow, placating strokes of her long tongue, running her velvet coat over his exposed skin and making his heart. Still it was better forthe men than wasting their pay on cheap whores and cheaper wine: such was thecurse of garrison duty. The men settled in to catch a few hours' sleep. The morning would bringthe slaughter that passed for battle these days. They were tired enough fromten days of trudging over this land forsaken by all of the gods. Now vengeancewas at hand. Three weeks ago five of their number had been volunteered to escort a localtax collector. It was a safe, simple, boring duty, inflicted. First Lieutenant Jack Whittier, Imperial Special Forces, had gotten his team out well before the low yield tactical nuclear air bursts had taken out so much of the 6th division.The three vehicles that made up the teams transportation were specially hardened and protected from anything short of a near miss/direct hit with a nuclear weapon, or a hit with an ion cannon.This was one of the contingencies for which Jack and his team had been well trained. When the order came to scramble, SF-16.