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W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 01

By: AAAWRITER



The year was 2055. W.A.R.S. was established for one reason and one reason only. To reduce overcrowding in the world’s prisons; rid society of its dredges. World Aggression Reduction System. Their pretense was to fight aggression wherever it appeared in the world. It appeared in the prison system so that’s where they started. Fifty to one hundred prisoners were dropped into a venue, given arms and the last man standing lived to fight another day. Fifty or a hundred in…one out…pretty good reduction of aggression. Win five tournaments and you win your freedom plus a half million dollar ‘get your life started again’ prize. World pardon, no matter what your crime. Hitler would walk free if he could win, problem was that they had it so rigged that no one was going to win five, but the public liked the idea. They were working on ways to broadcast the tournaments over the airways and make revenue from them too. The tournaments would take place on deserted islands, uninhabited areas of large cities, sports stadiums that were no longer in use, anywhere they could contain the combatants they held them. A bonus was the testing of new military weaponry. No matter what the reasoning, people were dying. They would fill the place with food, water and weapons in blue plastic containers. They irradiated the venue so there was nothing alive but the combatants. 

Max Fallon didn’t belong here let alone in prison, but when the helicopter doors flew open he was one of the first ones out. He watched the young red haired girl dart out and run for her life, he had planned to follow her. When he hit the ground a heavy hand grabbed the neck of his Kevlar vest. He didn’t have time for this. He swung around and hit the arm holding him with a crashing blow. He heard the man’s elbow snap. The next blow broke the bridge of the big man’s nose, the third blow shoved his broken nose into his skull. His eyes rolled back in his head. Max was racing down the alleyway between the two buildings directly in front of him before the man hit the ground. Those that watched Max deal with this guy, which was almost everyone else on the chopper, went the other way. Six helicopters in all emptied their human cargo and took off. He had to catch that girl if he could.

He had watched the group on the flight in and tried to analyze his combatant foes. The big black guy who grabbed him was the one Max thought would give him the most trouble. The girl he couldn’t figure at all. These were suppose to be hardened criminals, she couldn’t possibly be…he decided to judge her after he caught up to her. She might be the deadliest one of them all. There was no talking on the flight. When they took off one guy popped off saying something. One of the guards shot him another guard opened the door and kicked him out. He grabbed another one of the prisoners and pulled him out with him as he fell. The fall was too high for them to live. Max decided there and then that they were here to die and die they would. At each other’s hands or the hands of W.A.R.S. guards, it didn’t matter which.

Max flew down the alleyway. He was running so fast he almost didn’t see the blue plastic container marked W.A.R.S. sitting to the side of the alley next to a Dumpster. He stopped and opened it. Jackpot! Two Ultra-light 3000s! These were the army’s new weapons of choice. There were three cases of shells. Two cases of normal bullets and one case of the new liquid shell Max had read about. He couldn’t believe they had actually manufactured these things. There was a backpack, Max stuffed his cache inside it. There was a box of vitamin wafers and two quart bottles of water. Max had eaten these wafers in prison, two or three of these three inch square crackers and you were full. Max loaded up and took off. 

As he cleared the alley and crossed the street he heard shuffling in a basement entryway to an old hotel. He jumped back around the corner and slapped a clip into one of the Ultras. The sound of feet running was approaching quickly. Max leaped out and pointed the gun. The scared eyes of a young lady turned to wet slits as she looked up the steps to see him standing there, gun aimed at her. Her cry started as a low whimper and vaulted into a piercing scream as she turned and ran back the way she had come. Max chased her. She bounded around the corner and down the back wall of the hotel. The alleyway handrail was just above Max’s head. When he reached her she was shrunken in the corner of the basement entrance to the hotel. She was crying and holding her arms over her head.

“Pleassssse, please…oh no, don’t KILL me. OohHHhhhh…” She screamed.

Max knelt beside her and grabbed the back of her head by her shoulder length hair. He pulled her face to his. Put blonde hair on her, add twenty years and she looked just like…a tear rolled down his cheek. She slowly dropped her arms as she watched the tear fall. 

“Aren’t you going to shoot me?” She asked trembling. “No baby, I’ll never shoot you. And if you let me I will try to stop anyone else from shooting you.” He said almost crying now.

“But why? You have to kill everyone. We all have to die for you to live. And all the others are trying to kill you and me and…everyone. There can only be one alive at the end right?” She asked confused.

“I think that’s right. This is my first time, I don’t know what I am suppose to do, but if you die I die.” He was doing his best to reassure this hysterical little thing.

“Oh, please…don’t rape me.” She started crying again, covering her head back up. 

If he didn’t want her dead there could only be one reason he wanted her alive she thought. He wanted her for sex. When he was through with her then he would kill her. A desperate man looking death in the face and he would have one last sex fling…with her!

He studied her dirty but delicate features. She was beautiful under the grime. But why wouldn’t she be beautiful she was so much like…Max’s tears were starting to flow unhindered. He picked her up by her arm and grabbed the doorknob to the entrance.

“I tried it, it’s locked. That’s why I ran into you. I couldn’t get in here.” She said.

He wiggled the knob. It turned slightly. He turned harder and slammed his shoulder into the door. It crashed open with a bang. He looked down at her and shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess you didn’t push hard enough.” He said, smiling at her.

He pulled her inside. She didn’t resist. He held on to her though, not convinced she wouldn’t try to run. He knew if she ran into any of the others her fate might not be the same as it was with him, they were a nasty looking bunch. It looked like the wardens had picked the worst of the lot and sent them into the fray. What a way to get rid of prison problems. Those that went didn’t come back, those that didn’t want to go settled down and those that did want to go acted up and got to go. So why was this girl in this place looking at certain death? For that matter why was Max here? Sure he had killed but he wasn’t a killer. There is a difference. They made their way to the lobby of the hotel. There, in the middle of the floor, was another blue container. Max lifted the lid with one hand still holding tight to her arm. Just food and water in this one. 

“If I let you go will you promise not to run away? I only want to help you, really.” He asked.

“No, I won’t run, where would I go?” She answered.

He let go and she made a mad dash for the door. Just as she pulled it opened Max caught her. A shot rang out! She froze in her tracks. She was unarmed. Another shot and another, it had begun. Someone was shooting at someone out there. Max suddenly looked like her best bet. She relaxed backing back into the lobby and closing the door carefully.

“Ok.” She said looking into his eyes. “I promise this time, I promise I won’t run.”

He let her go and returned to the container. If he was going to have to hold this little bird to keep her then he would have to let her fly away, no matter her fate. He couldn’t take the risk of keeping an enemy at his side. She had to be his ally or she had to be his…foe. He couldn’t stand the thought of killing her. As a matter of fact, protecting a woman from being assaulted had landed him in prison in the first place. She joined him at the container. She was suspicious but there she was.

It was growing dark and Max decided to pull the container out of the lobby. If one of the others saw it they would come in to check it out, maybe a good trap but Max wasn’t ready to set any traps, not yet. It looked like the main stairway had fallen down years ago. There was no way up to the other floors from the lobby. They checked the kitchen and found a servants stairway. They made their way to the top floor, the sixth floor. Max found a room overlooking the street. He figured if anyone came their way it would be up this street. There was no furniture. Just dust and fading sunlight. There were no streetlights coming on. All electricity was shut off. The red light of the laser barrier glowed between the buildings. 

The barriers were laser poles. They were placed at the corners of the bound area. Every fifty yards or so another pole was set up. They were computer controlled. They each had six lasers at about eighteen inch intervals up the pole. When they were turned on it created a fence of lasers. The size of the boundary established the number of poles. They could be formed in almost any configuration to accommodate the needs. Nothing got in and nothing got out. 

“What is you name honey?” He asked.

“Regina Phillips. My friends call me Gina, or Reg. I hate that though. A girl named Reg?” She said.

“I’m Max, Max Fallon.” He said reaching his hand out to her, she shook it and settled back against the wall.

It was getting darker by the minute and the red glow of the barrier was shinning brighter. Max opened a bottle of water and handed it to Gina. He passed her a package of wafers. They sat and ate in silence. Max felt the patch on his chest, just over his heart. 

That’s how they knew everyone was dead. Each combatant had a patch glued to their chest with a chip in it. The chip was activated just before they were loaded onto the choppers. They were heartbeat sensitive and sent their signals to the computer. When the heartbeat stopped the chip quit sending. If the patch was removed while the heartbeat continued, an alarm would sound and drones would enter the arena and kill the body found breathing without a chip. When there was only one signal coming to the main computer an alarm would sound ending the event. The last combatant was retrieved and the venue cleaned up. If the combatant required medical attention he or she could have as much time in the hospital as necessary to regain their health and then they were returned to the next available tournament.

It was still dark, early in the morning when Max felt Gina slid up against him. She was shivering. He was cold too. Her body warmth felt good. She squeezed between him and the wall. She was getting the best of this deal, Max didn’t mind. Any comfort he could give in this hell he was happy to oblige. He laid his arm over her shoulder, she feel back to sleep quickly, Max heard her gently snoring. He thought how rough it would be on those that snored in this deal. Talk about a dead give away, literally. 

Gina woke the next morning, Max was gone. Fear struck her heart. She took a deep breath and slowly looked around expecting to see a gang of men standing there watching her sleep. She was alone. The room was empty except for the things they had brought with them last night. Gina heard footsteps coming her way. She didn’t even have a gun. She looked around for a weapon. There was the other Ultra but it wasn’t loaded and she didn’t know how to load one. Max strolled through the door carrying something wrapped in an army blanket.

“Good morning sleepy head.” He said smiling down at her.

“Where were you Max? I woke up and you weren’t here, where were you?” She said sounding so frightened.

“Oh Gina, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand to wake you up. You were sleeping so peacefully. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He answered with genuine concern.

She jumped up and hugged him. He held her for a few seconds then stood back and smiled and looked down at the blanket.

“Look what I found in a storeroom off the kitchen.” He said excitedly.

He laid the blanket on the floor and unwrapped the booty inside. He placed the items off the blanket and wrapped it around Gina’s shoulders. It was still chilly tough the sun was coming up. She cuddled in it and told him thanks, it was warm. There were actually two blankets. And inside were six hand held rocket launchers. “These babies put us leaps and bounds above the rest. And if the others find some too, then we are a least on even ground. Gina, listen, with the two of us working as a team we should be able to get out of this thing ok.” He told her optimistically.

“But there can only be one alive, how do we…?” She didn’t finish her thought.

“Listen, let’s worry about that later, for now let’s just plan a strategy as a team and work together.” He said, he secretly worried about the ‘one alive’ issue also…she wasn’t going to die if Max could help it. That meant the he would have to be…he didn’t want to think about the finally solution. 

Gina was emptying a bottle and chewing on a wafer. Max started instructing her in the use of these weapons. The Ultras would be easy. Point and fire. He loaded hers and gave it to her, she looked at it like it was from another planet. The rockets would be another thing all together. He unlocked one of them and showed her how to aim and fire it. If they could fire two of these babies in different directions maybe they could cause enough confusion if need be to get the drop on the situation and stay alive. And they had six of them, six! 

He was keeping one eye on Gina, he had just handed a loaded gun to someone he didn’t know at all. Max almost missed the dark figure sneak into the door across the street and one building down from them. He looked out the window just in time to see him duck in and shut the door. He watched the door like a hawk. Max was looking down at the corner of the building. He saw glass fly from the window around the corner of the building. The dark figure climbed out. He was standing in the alley between the building he exited and the one directly across from the hotel. He looked to be studying the hotel. He eased into the street looking in both directions. Max didn’t have time to get to the lobby. If this guy got inside Max might not ever find him, he couldn’t let him get inside with them. The figure made a mad dash toward the door of the hotel. Max jerked the rocket launcher up and fired out of instinct. The figure disappeared from sight before the rocket hit. The explosion was immense, the fireball shooting halfway into the street. Max heard a faint scream. They had five rockets left.

Max was sure all the commotion would draw a crowd. He hurriedly gathered their things, loading four rockets on Gina’s shoulders. She looked like a real trooper, all decked out in her Kevlar vest, rockets, her Ultra and that stupid helmet. Max hated these stupid helmets. Everyone got the same issue. He stuffed bottles and wafers on her where he could. He needed to keep as mobile as possible. Gina was reduced to a pack mule for the time being, she didn’t mind at all. She liked that idea better than having to fight to stay alive. 

Max led her to the corner room. He studied the street, nothing. They made two flights down and he darted into the corner room and checked the street again. Nothing moving. When they got to the second floor he pulled her into the corner room overlooking the direction he figured trouble would come from. Trouble didn’t disappoint him, or maybe it did but there it was. Across the street about a block away he saw someone darting from building to building. Ducking behind anything he could to hide. Then he noticed another one coming down the alley across the street. He was approaching the location that the first figure had exited through the broken window. He was almost there. He unloaded Gina and placed her at the window facing the street. He unlocked and prepared her rocket, being careful to keep her out of sight. He held her head and moved her just enough to show her the target.

“You see those trash cans sitting in that alley?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered, she could hardly breath.

“When I fire mine you aim for those cans and squeeze the trigger. Can you do that?” He said, they were running out of time.

“Oh, Max, I don’t know.” She was scared.

“Well, Gina, if you don’t you may not have to worry about how the two of us can get out of this alive, we may both be dead. We have two guys headed this way and probably more behind them. That rocket blast called the whole bunch. When I fire my rocket you hit those damn cans, now do it girl!” Max was trying to motivate her without scaring her, he did both. The man in the alley startled as he got to the street. He backed into the alley. He had heard something. Max watched him but kept an eye out for the other one. The man in the alley turned his attention to the front door of the hotel. He jumped back into the alley behind the trash cans, Gina’s target. The other guy was fifty feet away from the one in the alley sneaking down the building façade. 

“You ready honey?” He asked, she didn’t answer. “Gina! You ready?”

“Oohhhhh, Max, please.” She begged.

Max sprung to the window and fired. His target never stood a chance, the rocket screamed toward him. It didn’t have to hit him, just get close. The guy in the alley dove for cover. To Max’s surprise and amazement Gina’s rocket screamed from the window. The roar was deafening in the room. Max turned to see Gina’s rocket miss the cans by feet, but the blood curdling scream told the story he was hoping to hear. He looked at her, her head was ducked and she was crying.

He picked her up off the floor and loaded her back down with their supplies. He wouldn’t say anything just now. There would be time for kudos later, she was obviously upset. She hadn’t asked to be thrown into the bowels of hell but nonetheless, here she was. They had three rockets left.

They made their way to the kitchen. Max left her at the back door and went to check out the lobby. He saw the burnt figure still smoldering in the floor. Three more down he thought. He rushed to Gina and left out the back. He studied the alley. When he was satisfied that it was safe he led her out. They made their way stealthily. Max thought he had seen two towers of what could have been a church just before sundown last night. He would try for them. A high place that would be easy to defend…he hoped.

Max thought they were about to enter the street that the church should be on to the best of his reckoning. He looked toward its assumed direction. The bullet hit his chest and knocked him gyrating to the ground! He let out a loud moan and fell silent. Gina looked down at him with gaping eyes! Then she looked at the figure standing in the doorway across the alley. Max’s attention had been in the direction of the towers, he never saw the guy. Gina backed down the alley away from the man. He stepped into the alley smiling. He glanced at Max and kicked his lifeless body, then looked at Gina. 

“A girl? What in the hell is a girl doing in this mess?” He said like the cat that had caught the canary. 

Gina started to raise her Ultra. He jerked his handgun up and took aim on her forehead. She closed her eyes and froze, expecting to get shot any second. When she opened her eyes he was standing in front of her. He ripped the Ultra from her grip and pulled the rockets off her shoulders. She backed up as he came at her. He was directing her toward an open doorway. She looked over her shoulders in all directions for a way of escape. When she had backed up two steps leading into the doorway he pushed her violently. She flew back and landed on the floor banging her buttocks hard. She let out a groan.


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“That won’t be the only groan you make today baby.” He said smiling nastily down at her, unfastening his vest. “Take off your clothes little one, you’re my prize.” 

Gina crawled backwards away from him. He stepped on her leg and put his full weight on it. She let out a painful cry. With one foot still on her leg he stepped hard on her chest with the other and pointed his gun at her head.

“If you’re not stripping in the next two seconds I will…” He said determinedly.

Gina reached for the zipper of her vest. He took his foot off her chest, put on her vagina and let out a soft horny moan as he rubbed his foot against her. She was crying like a baby, tears streaming down her face, not again she thought to herself. Max was dead, she couldn’t believe it, he was dead and she would soon join him after this animal raped her. Her stomach turned she was almost sick. She had her vest unzipped and was sitting up to pull it off when she saw a shadow cross the doorway. A shot rang out and the man over her got a stupid stare in his eyes, a small trickle of red oozed down his nose. Gina rolled as he fell, he just missed landing on her. She looked at the door to see Max writhing in pain. She zipped her vest and rushed to him. She opened his vest. The bullet hadn’t penetrated, but it hurt like hell. Max could barely breathe. She hugged his neck and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. She was crying too hard to say anything. He wished he could enjoy her kiss but the pain was too great. She helped him to his feet. This time he watched every direction. They gathered their things and crept into the street heading toward the location Max thought he needed to go. 

They hadn’t gone far when the two towers came into view. They were the bell towers of a church. Max decided to make his way to the alley and enter the church from the rear. They made it to the back doors without further event. Max pushed the doors open. They went in and closed the doors behind them. He pulled an empty cabinet to the doors. It wouldn’t keep anyone out but maybe it would make enough noise to warn of an entry. They managed their way to the front of the church. Pews were strewn all over. The place was a mess but Max just wanted one clean tower. He checked both tower rooms and chose the worse looking of the two, figuring no one would think anyone would be up this one. It was all Max could do to climb the ladder and open the heavy wooden door at the top. Gina had to push against him to give him the leverage to pry it up. It hadn’t been opened in decades. When it did open Max tried to grab it but it fell back with a bang. They didn’t need that. They got their supplies up and closed it. One studied the street in one direction while the other studied the other direction. You had to get on your knees to see over the edge, a good height for hiding behind. The tower was about ten feet square, the bells had long since been taken out. They didn’t talk for several minutes. Max wasn’t sure he could talk at all, the pain in his chest was subsiding but it still ached. 

After awhile Gina moved to his side. She put her hand to his chest and laid her head on his shoulder.

“I thought you were dead.” She said, the tears starting to flow again.

“So did I Gina, so did I.” He said wincing slightly.

“Oh Max I was so scared. That animal was going to…” She couldn’t continue for the tears.

“I know baby, I know. I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you didn’t I?’ He said smiling down at her trying to put her at ease.

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yes…but.”

“We might have to strip you naked and use you for a decoy more often.” He joked.

“MAX NO!” She cried.

“Oh, baby, I’m just kidding but you did get that guys attention. He never knew what hit him.” Max said smiling at her, he put his hand over her mouth and pulled her close. “You’re ok now baby, you’re ok and nothing is going to hurt you I promise. Even if I have to come back from the dead to keep you safe.” 

She looked up at him and smiled and closed her eyes. She wasn’t tired, she wasn’t exhausted; she was totally drained. She could jump up and run forever, she had all the energy in the world but there was no place to run to. Max’s chest was the safest feeling she had felt in a long, long time. 

It was going to be dark soon. Max would rest easier when it got dark. He was breathing normally now. He took off his vest and shirt. There was a bruise on his chest but not much of one, good vest he thought to himself. Max was in great shape for his age, he was in great shape for any age. Gina took notice. She touched the bruise softly, then ran her hand to the chip pasted to his chest. She put her other hand on her own chip and dropped her head in deep thought. She didn’t have to say what she was thinking. Max was thinking the same thing. He would find a way, if it killed him he would find a way. But suddenly he had another bright thought. 

This was a Catholic Church. Catholic, communion, wine? He put his shirt and vest back on and eased the door open. He propped it up with the blankets as he descended the ladder. He made his way to the front of the sanctuary and searched for…he didn’t know what to search for exactly. There was a door leading off the pulpit area. He pushed it open, it was stuck and resisted his weight. It led down a flight of stairs into total darkness. When he got to the bottom he stumbled over a large cardboard box. It was full of rags or clothes or robes, cotton robes. 

He felt his way carefully. When he came to a solid wall he eased in the direction that seemed to go back under the main building of the church. He stuck his hand out, another wall, he was in a hallway. At the end of the corridor was another door, he forced the door open. There was the slightest bit of light shinning through holes in the sanctuary floor. He walked slowly into the room with his hands in front of his face to protect him. He turned ninety degrees and headed to what he hoped would be another wall. He bumped into the wall in five steps. There was a rack there but he couldn’t feel any bottles. Probably long empty. He kicked a couple of empty casks, that would have been nice, a whole cask of wine. No telling who had been down here in the past. If any homeless had found it any wine down here would be long since drunk. Then his hand feeling the rack slapped against a bottle that slapped against another bottle. The tinkling of the glass brought excitement to his pained chest. He felt at least seven bottles, that would do for now, as a matter of fact two would do for now. He took two of them and headed back to the sanctuary. He took several robes from the box and continued on. When he got the bottles into the light he could see they were dusty and old. Just right for wine, he thought. How would he open them? Damn, who cares, he had wine. He wasn’t a wino or anything but he loved good wine. And these could very well be his last two bottles. 

He sat the bottles on the floor of the bell tower and slid the robes in after them. Gina helped him lift the door. The last light of the sun was disappearing behind the buildings. That evil red glow of the barrier was just two blocks away from them. It was brighter than last night. Gina picked up a bottle and asked Max what it was for. He got one for her but it was sounding like he might drink them both. On second thought he couldn’t risk that. A drunken laugh or unnecessary sounds and others might be on them in no time. 

“It’s wine Gina, you drink it.” He said pushing himself up and closing the door.

“I know its wine. Where did you get it?” She asked.

“Well, you see there is this little liquor store just around the corner, they were having a buy one get one free sale so I did.” He smiled.

She slapped his arm playfully and looked at the bottle. She got out a pack of wafers. And held the two up. 

“Wine and wafers. Gourmet feast, don’t you think?” She asked smiling.

They actually felt safe for a change. Max couldn’t see anyway that anyone could get to them without giving a lot of advance warning. Unless of course, they had a rocket like Max did. That made him think. He looked over the building side of the tower and the roof was easily accessible for them if they had to high tail it out of there. He could ease her onto it and jump over and be gone in a heartbeat. He explained the possible escape route to her and they settled in to enjoy the wine. 

Max looked for a way to open the bottles. When he couldn’t find a way he wrapped the neck of the bottle in one of the robes he had commandeered. He leaned over the side of the tower facing the roof and gently rapped the mouth of the bottle against the outer wall. He hit it two more times before it broke.

“We can’t drink that, there will be glass in it.” Gina said studying Max interestedly. 

“Oh yes we can, just wait and see.” He told her.

Max took her empty water bottle and stuffed a robe into the mouth using his index finger. When it was far enough in he took the wine bottle and turned it upside down on the water bottle. The wine began to sift into the empty bottle, he didn’t lose much. Soon they had a clean bottle of wine. Max took a sip to make sure it was alright. He shut his eyes in exquisite delight. He savored the taste handing the bottle to Gina. She took a sip and coughed. She got her breath back and took another sip. She had tasted wine before but not often. 

They nibbled on wafers and sipped the wine slowly. They had no where to go. When it started to get cold Max took one of the blankets and wrapped it around Gina’s shoulders. The warmth of the blanket mixed with the warmth of the wine mixed with the warmth of Max’s touch settled deep inside her. She leaned against him and watched the sky. It was dark, the stars were bright, the moon was just coming up. The only other light they could see was the barrier. Max couldn’t see any way to get through that thing. He didn’t waste time trying to beat it. There must be another way. He held Gina close. Her soft breathing had a calming effect on him. 

The sound of gun shots in the distance woke them from a deep peaceful sleep. Gina’s head was resting on Max’s chest. They had taken their vests off and each wrapped in a blanket. Gina lifted her head opening her sleepy green eyes trying to figure out the gun shots. She looked at the almost empty bottle of wine. Max had opened the other one later. They had almost drunk both of them, it helped them sleep, something they both needed. Gina reached for the bottle and took a little sip and put the mouth of the bottle to Max’s lips. He opened wide and she poured the rest down him. He swallowed again savoring the delicious liquid. She sucked a drop from her bottom lip that almost escaped her mouth. She looked at the bottle sadly.

“All gone. So sad.” She said feigning the poutiness of a little girl.

“Um, there’s more where that came from.” Max informed her.

“Ooh! Really, where?” She asked excitedly.

“Same liquor store the last came from.” He teased her.

They listened with growing interest as the report of the gun shots came closer. When Max heard shuffling in the street he peeked over the wall of the bell tower and saw an injured man stumbling toward them, there was no way this guy was going to do them any harm. Then two shots rang out and the man fell flat on his face. He didn’t move, Max couldn’t believe the amount of blood that ran from the dead man’s body. He had on his vest? Blood was flowing from his shoulder and a wound just below his vest. That should not be fatal Max thought. The shooter ran up to him, checked to make sure he was dead, looked all around and kept on going down the street. Max could have whacked the guy easily from his perch making one less combatant to deal with but keeping their hideout secret was more important than reducing the odds by one.

Max figured the shooter was using that new liquid bullet. He took one out of the case and studied it. They had a sharp point that penetrated the object and a metal casing that broke on firing and flew of the bullet as it left the barrel. It was there to keep the glass casing intact long enough to get it through the heat of firing. On impact the glass casing shattered and the liquid flew out. When oxygen touched the liquid it became hard. It was like long shards of sharp hard plastic went ripping through the body cutting everything it hit. Max had heard it compared to a lava lamp when the stuff inside first gets hot enough to flow only on a smaller deadlier scale. Max studied the shooter carefully as he crept down the street, he would remember this guy. He didn’t want to run into any of those liquid shells if he could help it.

They would be out of water by the end of the day. Max decided to go hunt for more. He told Gina to stay put and if anyone came up besides him to jump over on the roof like they planned and run to the back of the church. How would she know if it was Max or not? He would knock twice, then three times, then twice again. She decided in her mind that if anyone but Max came up she would send them back down full of lead. She took her gun and huddled in the corner the second his head disappeared from sight. 

Max headed back the way the shooter had just come. He figured this guy at least wouldn’t be back this way. He searched several buildings. He was about to give up when he noticed the edge of one of the blue containers showing through the slightly opened door of a cabinet in an office building. He eased the cabinet open and pulled the container out. It was a food and water container. A six-pack of quart bottles and two boxes of wafers. This should be enough to keep them for several days if they went easy on the stuff. He rummaged through a couple of broken desk’s drawers. He didn’t find anything of significance except a knife shaped letter opener. He took his loot and headed back to the church. He found a fist sized rock and took it for a whet stone. Perhaps he could sharpen this thing enough to make a viable weapon. A silent kill might come in handy. Max hated what they had reduced him to.

Max sat in the back room of the church for almost thirty minutes, if anyone followed him they would have been here by now. He climbed up to the tower and gave Gina the knock. 

“Max is that you?” She asked.

“No actually Max told be the secret knock and asked me to come check on you.” He joked.

“Don’t joke Max, I’ve been scared to death while you were gone.” She was trembling as she opened the door.

He closed the door and pulled her to him. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be gone so long. Did anything happen while I was out?” He asked.

“No…but it might have.” She said whimpering but hugging the breath out of him. 

Max laid his catch of the day on the floor. The water, the wafers and he grabbed a couple of more bottles of wine for later. He decided to stay sharp during the day but figured at night they could relax a little. He showed her the rock and letter opener. She sat beside him and wrapped her arm tightly around his and pressed her head hard against his shoulder. She watched as he quietly sharpened the want-to-be-knife. He would whet it for a while pouring a touch of water on the rock, test the sharpness and whet some more. Before long it was cutting through the material of a robe like a hot knife through butter. 

“Are we just going to sit up here all day? I mean that’s fine with me I don’t want to get out. But are we going to try to do something about getting out of here? I mean if we just sit here we might end up being the only two left and the siren will never sound. Won’t they come get us eventually?” She asked.

“Yes.” He answered and smiled at her.

“Yes what?” She asked getting a little frustrated.

“Yes to all of the above.” He replied. Max touched the chip on her chest. “We are going to find a way to get this off you without them knowing your not dead.”

“I want it off right now.” She stuck her hand under her shirt.

Max grabbed her hand, a look of sheer fright crossed his face. “My gosh, Gina, don’t do that. If that thing comes off while you’re alive it sets off an alarm at the central computer and they send drones in here to kill you. They find the body without a chip that’s still breathing and make you not breathing. Now just leave it alone.” 

“Ok, if I have to be dead to get it off how are you going to get me…get us…out of here alive?” She asked.

“I don’t know Gina, just give it some time, I will come up with something. Please, just wait.” He promised her, an idea had been rolling around in his head but he couldn’t quite figure it out. It would come.

She settled down. They told each other about their lives. They had lots to talk about, all small talk but they both enjoyed it totally. They were stuck where they were, they made the best of it. Max had studied martial arts most of his life. He was part owner in a dojo/gym back home. He was a fourth degree black belt. That’s what got him put in prison.

…Max and a bunch of his friends were drinking in a nearby bar after working out one night. They weren’t drinking heavily, just having a good time. About an hour after they got there a beautiful young lady came in and ordered a drink and started playing pool. They noticed her but didn’t pay her any mind. She walked to their booth after awhile and asked if any of them wanted to play pool. They all looked at Max, stating that he was the single guy there and pushed him off on her. He played pool with her for quiet awhile. The rest of his friends left but Max stayed and played pool. They were having tons of fun, Max was really enjoying her company, he bought her several drinks, they were getting along great. Just about closing time a guy burst through the door in a rage and headed for the lady. He jumped in her face and started screaming at her. Max was off his bar stool and between them in an instant. The guy informed Max that he better back off. Max didn’t back off from a lady getting abused, verbally or otherwise. He didn’t want to hurt the guy and had no intentions of doing so. He just wanted him to calm down and leave the lady alone. Discuss their problem if he had to but not in this manner. Calm down and talk to her like a gentleman. That was Max’s advice to the guy. Max turned to the table and tried to ignore him. Several people close by screamed and Max looked back just in time to see the guy come up with a knife. Max put his pool stick up beside the guys head before he knew what he was doing. He acted out of reflex. He saw imminent danger and reacted to protect himself with reasonable force. The blow sent the guy to the floor. He never moved. Max was cut slightly on his forearm.

Max went on trial for manslaughter. The prosecution convinced the jury that even though it was self defense that anyone as dangerous as Max should have handled the situation without bloodshed and he should pay for his actions. The jury agreed. He got two years. He still doesn’t know how that happened. 

When he got to prison, warden Skelly called him into his office and tried to talk him into fighting on the prison team. They had bouts with other facilities and the wardens would make small bets on the side. It was just good clean fun Skelly told him. Max refused, Skelly was angry. The warden sent his thugs to convince Max on several occasions. He never had too much trouble with them. That just infuriated Skelly more. He wanted Max fighting for his team. He was the most skilled fighter in the place but Max didn’t set out to hurt anyone ever. His skills were for self defense and exhibition. 

The morning they came and took Max to W.A.R.S. the warden was there glowing. He smiled at Max as if to say, ok, don’t fight for me, fight for your life instead. Max climbed into the van and was on his way to hell. Skelly had made a example of Max that would send a shutter through the prison like an earthquake. Skelly’s world got a lot easier while Max’s got a lot rougher…




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 01



He sat quietly for several minutes drinking his water, back to the reality of now, today. Gina looked at him sorrowfully. He asked her how she ended up in prison, she just said it was a long story and sat back looking at his sweet kind handsome face. He informed her that he had no where to go this evening and that he would be free to hear her tale. She objected again, smiling but he didn’t push it, she would tell him when she was ready. 

The gunfire was getting less and less all the time. An occasional shot would ring out in the distance. Max noticed people working on the barrier down the street. They were moving it in, reducing the arena size, squeezing everyone together. They would help the last two combatants find each other if they had too. They would sweep a block and move the barrier up that block. Soon they would have the size down to nothing and whoever was left would have no where to go but at each other. Dirty bastards. 

Max knew he and Gina weren’t the last two, if they had been then who was firing the shots? He rested in the knowledge that he had time to work out his problem. He watched his little angel sip her water and munch on wafers. She was so beautiful, just like…he hadn’t told her that part of his life, why he had taken to her so quickly. The fact that she reminded him of her…? Here come those tears again.

The barriers were once again glowing in the night. They had moved them in closer in all directions. Anyone caught in the move was just shot on sight. They didn’t care if anyone was standing at the end. Max heard about one tournament that ended when a drone shot two combatants caught in the barrier sweep. The siren sounded. Everyone looked at each other shrugged their shoulders and packed up and went home.

Gina wrapped the neck of a wine bottle the way she had seen Max do it and handed it to him. He took it and broke it the way he had yesterday. While he was at it he opened the other one and strained it also. Soon they had one water bottle full and another almost half full. They sipped the wine each from their own bottle. She had the half full one. She huddled up next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for saving me. I would have never made it without you. I would have been dead a long time ago.” She said taking another sip and looking into his eyes.

There was just enough moonlight and red glow to illuminate their faces. He took a long swig off his bottle and looked down at her. This might very well be the most romantic setting he had ever been in. What a thought. In the middle of hell and here he was thinking about romance with this honey. She stuck her hand under his shirt claiming she was cold. Her hand verified the fact on Max’s chest. He jumped when she touched him, her hand was frozen. He held her through his shirt and rubbed her hand. She was warming up in no time. He pulled a blanket over them. They were toasty in a little bit. They continued to drink their wine. Gina’s was empty soon and Max poured some of his in her bottle. He dripped some on her belly and leaned down to pretend to suck it out of her shirt. 

“We can’t afford to waste any of this stuff.” He said laughing softly, her belly was incredibly hard against his lips.

She sucked in at his touch. Her eyes closed and a warm smile spanned her lips. She laid back and giggled. 

“Don’t do that.” She said looking at him now through sexy hot eyes.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to…well, I won’t.” He was feeling a little embarrassed with himself. 

She pressed her mouth against his shoulder and began to move her lips kissing his shirt warmly. He watched as she drew closer to him. She wrapped her arm around his stomach and continued to kiss his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and told her to stop.

“Max, I will most likely die tomorrow. Don’t let me die a…” She stopped.

“A virgin? Are you a virgin Gina?” He asked, almost proud of her.

“No…no, but well, please just…we only have this one night, maybe. Please.” She sighed into his shoulder.

She didn’t have to tell Max what she was wanting. He knew, he wanted it too. He wasn’t giving up on getting out of here alive but making love to Gina would almost be like making love to…to his wife again! She was Diane’s spitting image. His wife, Diane and his daughter Emily, had been killed in a car wreck many years ago. Max hadn’t loved anyone since. Gina was younger but they looked so much alike. She lifted her bottle to his lips, he drank it in. She sat the wine down and started rubbing his stomach gently. She was turning him on and cranking up the volume. He took her hand and pulled it away from his stomach. She fought him and soon her hand was under his shirt playing with the hair on his belly. 

“Gina, please honey. We shouldn’t do this. Its not right. I mean I’m old enough to be your dad.” He said.

“Ok daddy. Do me.” She giggled.

“Regina Phillips, how could you say such a thing? Young lady I umm…” He tried to tell her no, she smothered his lips with hers and they melted into a hot wet wonderful kiss. 

“Max, I don’t know what I am doing. I haven’t done this before.” She said as her hand slid down between his legs and fondled his swelling muscle through his pants. She was amazed at the size and it was growing with each stroke of her delicate little fingers.

Max slid down the wall lying flat on the floor and pulled Gina down on top of him. She kept her hand on his organ. He thought she was doing a great job for having never…?

“Gina, are you a virgin or not? You keep talking like you’re a virgin but you say you aren’t. What is it, are you or aren’t you?” He asked, confused.

“No…I’m not a virgin. Please Max, just make love to me, please.” She sighed, playing with this grown man was turning her on. 

Max slipped his hand up the back of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He guessed they hadn’t issued her one. Her skin was so soft and smooth. She began to writhe as he touched her. The more he massaged her the more she writhed and the harder she rubbed his crotch. He rolled her over so that he was looking down into her hot green eyes and pressed his lips hard against hers, opening his mouth as he kissed her. He brushed her lips lightly with his tongue, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to his. Soon she was thrashing beneath him wildly, this little thing was hot. The heat between her gorgeous hips was burning through his fatigues into his thigh. He wouldn’t let her cool down for quite some time. 

He slipped her shirt off and leaned down to kiss her tender young breasts. They weren’t big, but they were perfect. They had the salty tang of several days sweat but Max soon licked her wet and they tasted as sweet as honey in his mouth. His hand was working its way down to the waist of her fatigues. He worked at the buttons until they were all undone. When he slid his hand in and cradled her cotton covered damp mound she began to moan and sigh heavily against his neck. He moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her hotly, her lips were malleable sweet female flesh. Her mouth was open to him and he explored her depths with his tongue as his fingers slipped inside the white cotton of her panties pressing forward to her next folds of moist female flesh. Her hot aroma filled the air, Max was burning inside like he hadn’t burned in years.

When his middle finger broke the crest of her bushy knoll she began to call his name and whisper yes in his ear. When he parted her lips with his index and ring fingers and searched out her clitoris she began to moan and sob with pleasure. He whispered in her ear to be as quiet as she could. She sighed that she was sorry but he was making her feel so good she couldn’t help it. He stopped long enough to pull one of the nearby robes to her mouth and told her to bite down on this if it got to be too much, or he could stop if she thought he needed to.

She sucked the robe into her mouth and pushed his hand back down between her legs shaking her head no telling him not to stop. Once more he had searched out and found her swollen hard bud and was massaging it feverishly and kissing her mouth despite the robe, her hot breath rushing out her nostrils and heating his cheek. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the robe. As he slid his fingers down her slit and into her velvet jewel she began to quiver in his arms. He crossed the two fingers inside her and twisted his wrist as he stroked her length, massaging her clit with his thumb. Her whole body was shaking, her muscles tensing like piano strings. She stuffed the robe deep into her mouth as the flood of orgasmic juice flowed from her body, she sank her nails into his back. She was taking deep breaths and sobbing gently as the wave subsided. His hand was soaked. He took the robe and wiped her off. She lay there in a daze, unable to concentrate on anything but the past few minutes. Finally, she broke the silence.

“What…did…what did you…do to me? That was…I have never felt anything like…oh Max, you’re so good. What you just did to my body that was so amazing. They can kill me now, I have seen it all.” She sighed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

He began to kiss down her chest. He licked at her nipples already swelling from her orgasm. They just stiffened more as he dealt with them. He stopped his tongue on the evil chip over her heart. He didn’t linger there long, this night was for love. Concern would come in the morning. He placed her hand on her nipple as he kissed down her belly. She took over where his sweet wet mouth had left off, but she realized that sweet wet mouth had other places to be. Then it struck her what he was about to do. His lips were caressing her belly button and slowly drifting to her bush. She sat up suddenly.

“Max, no don’t do that.” She said her breath turning hot and sultry again.

“Why not Gina?” He stopped where he was and looked up at her.

“Max…I haven’t bathed in…I don’t remember my last bath, or shower or any cleaning up. Please don’t.” She begged him.

“Gina, you are wonderful. Don’t let a little thing like that stop us for fulfilling ourselves.” He begged her back, anxious to send her where he knew cunnilingus would send her.

“But Max…I must be so nasty by now.” She pleaded now.

He knew he could have his way with her but he would compromise this situation. He took a robe and doubled it and laid it under her hips. He took a bottle of water and holding his fingers at her opening he poured the water in. It was cool but felt painfully cold against her burning flesh. She bit down on the robe as hard as she could. After he had filled her and rinse her several times he took the wine. He repeated this cleansing with the wine as well. Soon the treatment he was giving her was heating her up more. Her thoughts were lost in his touch. He pulled the wet part of the robe from beneath her, and returned her to the blanket.

Soon his mouth was back at her belly button and continuing down its appointed path. When he laid between her thighs she opened wide allowing him into her most private place. No one had ever done this to her. She had wondered but didn’t know about cunnilingus. She was about to find out.

His hot mouth released his breath against the sensitive flesh of her exposed moist lips. The sensation was new to her and she loved it, it was Max at her now, and she loved it. She put her fingers in her mouth and slowly sucked them, her other hand massaged her breasts lovingly. She had experience as far as playing with her own body was concerned. She hoisted her hips toward his mouth begging him to kiss her. Whenever she rose he would pull away and kiss her inner thighs almost up to her lips, she would moan her displeasure and anxiety. He wanted her so crazed when he finally kissed her that she would come completely unglued and he didn’t care how many pieces she fell into. 

The last time she hunched up to his mouth and he pulled away she moaned loudly and he quickly pressed his tongue between her wanton horny lips. She melted back down on the blanket, his touch stealing her breath. She was biting her fingers and pulling and pinching her nipples furiously. He was licking the length of her slit, it was hot and wet. His tongue bathed her clit with his saliva as he massaged it roughly. The taste of the wine lingered inside her. She was delicious, he loved it. Soon his tongue was stabbing in and out of her as fast as he could work it, she was hunching against his mouth just as fast. 

When he couldn’t stand it any longer he rose to his knees and unfastened his pants. She grabbed for the buttons to help. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. He pulled his pants and underwear off as she took hold of him. She couldn’t believe how big he was. A sudden fear rushed through her mind. 

“Max, be gentle with me!” She said, breathing heavily.

Her words brought back a loving but painful memory. Those were Diane’s exact words on seeing him naked for the first time. Their wedding night. She had cringed as he approached her on the bed. She was in some pain that night but she grew to love and cherish his manhood and she showed him that love often. He pushed the memories aside and returned to his present baby.

“Max? Ok, be gentle? Ok?” She repeated.

“Yes, baby, of course I will be gentle. I would never hurt you, never Di…” He caught himself before her name escaped his lips.

“Die? What? Max, what?” She asked, her mind reeling.

He laid down on top of her and guided his massive tool to her wet juicy wonder. She forgot what she was saying and what he had said. Her undivided attention was on the stretching flesh of her vagina as he pushed his head between her tight lips. Her desperate moan caused him to stop.

“Gina, are you ok?” He asked with labored breath.

“Yes, don’t stop. I’m ok, just don’t stop, don’t worry just do it to me, please Max.” She whispered, stroking his hair wildly.

The first two inches brought her next deep moan. She placed the robe back between her teeth. She drew her thighs up with the next several inches. Her moans turned to squeals of pained pleasure. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck he couldn’t move away from her if he had wanted to. He drove his gorged penis into her as gently as he could. He stroked her with the inches that were in her and let her get used to it for awhile, the sensation was all too good for him. As she seemed to adjust to his size he would slip another inch into her. Soon she was sighing deeply at each new length of fresh meat. She ran her hands down his body and grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her. He pulled his wet tool out of her to its head and with one quick stabbing thrust he buried it to the hilt inside her. Her back arched crazily against his chest. The long moan she released from deep within sounded like her dying breath. She sucked air back into her lungs and quickly released a second passionate moan like Max had never heard. She was fighting to keep quiet. He just hoped no one else heard her. 

He began to hunch her softly so worried that he would hurt this delicate budding flower. After all it wouldn’t do to lose any of the petals of this sweet rose. He planned on digging in this flower bed often. He was stroking her as gently as he could considering the depth and sized differences between them. She was settling into the rhythm with him, they made love like one. His every move coinciding with hers. 

He knew she was where he wanted her when she tucked her arms to her sides barely holding on to him with her fingernails. The quaking started deep inside her again. He could feel her tunnel texture turn rough. It was as if the walls of her vagina had turned into budding tentacles and were reaching out to caress his hard peter. The friction built as her juice shot forth and bathed his thrusting tool. The heat in her body was a staggering. It was burning his meat. The sensation was more than he could stand. He joined her in biting the blanket as his penis convulsed and flooded her stuffed cave with his thick sticky cum. It jumped and fired inside her over and over again making her orgasm that much hotter and wilder. She had never imagined anything feeling like this. How could you imagine such a wonder? He slowly came to a stop. She could feel his shrinking manhood throb inside her. Neither of them spoke for a long time. There was nothing to say, they had both said it all. 

Max rolled off Gina and once more wiped her genitalia with the robe, then cleaned himself. He was so loving and kind in his actions. She just laid there and watched him take care of her. She pet his head as he wiped her clean. She sighed as he fell back on top of her and pulled the other blanket over them. He used some of the robes to add to their warmth. Their vests served as a pillow. He held her for a long time, stroking her hair and her back, the feel of her naked well loved body against his was awesome. They took time to climb down and find a suitable place to relieve themselves. When they got back to the comfort of the tower and cuddled back together, she began to tell her story.

…She had run away from home at seventeen. Her stepfather was getting too friendly with her and she couldn’t make him stop. One night he came into her room. She woke to him touching her privates. He had his hand under the covers and inside her nightgown touching the bush between her legs. She started to scream and he left, but she knew he would be back. She was gone the next day, her mother wouldn’t believe her. Gina had to help herself. She moved in with a girlfriend. Gina got a job and they rented a two bedroom apartment. Gina knew her friend did drugs socially, her boyfriend liked it so she went along with him. Gina stayed away from the drugs. She was just glad to be in a safe environment away from her stepfather. 

One night Gina woke to hear her roommate coming home. Gina got up and put her robe on and went to join her. There was a strange man going through the cabinets in the kitchen. Gina startled, he looked at her. She asked what he was doing, he just kept looking through the cabinets. Soon he turned to her holding two small bags, one of marijuana and one of some kind of pills. He accused Gina of owning the drugs, she denied it and told him it was her roommates. He walked toward her and she backed away from him telling him they were not her drugs. She lived here but they didn’t belong to her. Her roommate and boyfriend had been busted but Gina didn’t know it at the time. The man kept creeping toward her. She went back into her room and shut the door. He pushed it open knocking Gina back toward her bed. 

Soon the man had her knees up against the edge of the bed, she dropped back on it. She had a robe on over a mid-thigh nightgown. He asked her if she wanted to take her clothes off or go to jail? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He slipped his coat off and asked her again, he had a gun in a shoulder holster under his coat. Gina just laid there watching this over weight slob take his clothes off. When he was naked he climbed onto the bed with her and put his hand up her gown. She tried to crawl away. She was pushed up in the corner but he just kept coming at her. He wasn’t much of a man. (Gina ran her hand down Max’s chest and brought it to rest on his limp wonderful muscle.) He weighed so much that she couldn’t do anything. He raped her, it didn’t take long. He was through doing his nasty deed and getting dressed in a little while. She lay there crying, looking at the blood between her legs. She was, or at least had been, a virgin. 

She watched the guy leave and heard the front door close. She rolled on the bed and cried out loud. She looked down at the floor. His gun! It had fallen out. How could he have not noticed? He was studying her so intently he hadn’t noticed it slip from the holster? Dumb fat slob, she thought. She got out of bed and picked up the gun and looked at it. She could feel his disgusting cum mingled with her blood running down her thighs. The rage started to build inside her. She headed out of the apartment and into the street. With the gun she suddenly felt invincible. She looked in both directions as she hit the sidewalk. He was crossing the street at the intersection. She ran at him raising the gun. She screamed at him when she got to the intersection. He turned and looked at her, he was standing in the middle of the street. He laughed at her, started walking back to her and reached out to take his gun. She cocked the gun, it went off. She hadn’t meant to shoot him, it just went off. He got a startled look on his face and his mouth fell open. He dropped in the street like a sack of potatoes. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 01



Gina had killed one of the cities favorite police captains. He had raped her. The public defender she got was a waste of time. The rape was obvious. The doctor said she had been assaulted and that the evidence showed that the captain was indeed responsible. Responsible?! He had raped her! Why couldn’t they just say it? He raped her! She killed her rapist and now she was on trial. She got eight years. The judge told her she was getting off light. Her lawyer didn’t say a thing as she stood there balling her eyes as they cuffed her and led her away. Her mother hugged her, her step dad leaned down and whispered in her ear that she should have stayed home and given it to him. She cried for days. 

The warden in her prison asked her for sex for the next two and a half years. She wouldn’t give in. She had made some pretty good friends in prison, they took care of her the best they could. Then one day she was been given the job of stripping the old wax off the hall floor in front of the warden’s office. The foot traffic over the years had left it dull and dirty. They had given her some kind of toxic cleaner to use. She could barely breath around the stuff. She was unconsciously scrubbing the floor when her elbow hit the cleaner and sent the bottle flying. It bounced off the wall and poured out into the floor beside her. She wiped it off but the stuff was burning her legs. She rushed into the warden’s office and explained she needed to get to the showers and wash the stuff off. The warden led her to his private bath, she hopped in the shower stripping her dress off. She had on her bra and panties and her tennis shoes. She rinsed her legs until the burning stopped. They were red and stinging but there was no permanent damage. When she stepped out of the shower she noticed the warden had been watching her the whole time, he was holding her dress. The bulge in his pants told her what he was thinking. He took a towel and began to dry her. She tried to put her dress back on but he wouldn’t let her have it. She wasn’t going through this again. As he wrapped his filthy arms around her she looked dreamily into his eyes smiling at him and drove her knee into the bulge in his pants. He crumpled to the floor. The next day she was on her way W.A.R.S.…

She fell silent on Max’s chest. She caressed his face, her fingers stopped when she felt his wet cheek. He was crying, crying over her. She fell asleep next to him, nuzzling her nose to his side. He fell asleep wondering if Diane would approve of this little sweetheart, he certainly did.

Gina woke to see the blanket over Max standing up like a circus tent. She lifted the blanket and admired his manhood. What a wonderful lovely penis. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it last night in the dark. He hair was dark. The shaft was light brown and the spongy head a nice lighter tint of the same color. He was beautiful. His balls were tight and looked as solid as rocks. She looked up at him when she heard him sigh.

“Want some candy little girl?” He asked smiling. 

“Umm.” She replied sleepily. 

She took a swig of wine and swished it in her mouth and swallowed it. She took another mouthful and pressed her lips against his. He opened his mouth and let the wine flow from her into him. He swallowed it, closed his eyes and kissed her warmly. She sat back up and pulled the blanket off him, her eyes soaking in the amazing body lying at her fingertips. She lowered her lips to the head of his stiff penis and kissed it lovingly. His eyes flew open and he jerked her to him. 

“No, no little one. There isn’t enough wine in the world to get that boy edible right now, too nasty.” He told her. “But you did me last night. I don’t care how nasty you are either.” She wanted to please him, she took the wine and started to pour it on him.

He pulled her over on her back and laid on top of her. He studied her gorgeous pink nipples and the small areolas that surrounded them. Her fiery red bush set his mind on fire. She was so hot, so beautiful, so nice. He smiled at his little angel and guided his head to her dry redheaded muffin, her thighs parted to let him in. He slowly massaged her pouty lips with his penis head. She was soon hot and getting very wet. She looked at him with hot horny eyes.

“Ok, whatever you want.” She mumbled.

“I want this.” Max said slipping her his first four inches.

She arched up to meet his thrust. Her eyes were turning to hot pools of melted green, her pink nipples budding into hard little spikes. She watched his eyes as he pushed another inch, and another and still another until he was fully inside her. It was easier today. She knew what to expect and she wanted it. He stretched her wide open to be sure but the pleasure was infinitely greater than the pain. She even thought that the pain was delicious because it was Max hurting her, she wanted to take the pain. His wonderful thick member was causing her great pleasure mixed with its delicate pain. Soon they were cuming and exploding into each other again. 

When they had taken their fill of each other Max rolled her over on top of him, he felt their warm juices spill out onto his groin and streaming down his thighs. Gina sat up and looked at him lovingly. She looked around to view the day it was a great day it was…! Gina’s head slammed down on Max’s chest.

“Max, I don’t think we’re alone up here!” She whispered seriously in his ear.

Max tilted his head and looked at her concerned. “What? What do you mean honey?”

“I think there is someone in the other tower.” She whimpered, frightened. 

Max eased her off his chest and laid her on the blanket. He sat up slowly and peeked over the wall. He didn’t see anything. He looked down at her and asked if she was sure. She was almost sure that she had seen something move in the other tower. Max looked back up. There was scurrying in the street. A head popped up in the other tower, Max dropped back down. He shook his head yes at Gina.

They got dressed and gathered their things the best the could lying flat on the floor. Max studied the situation in the street. Whoever was scurrying around wasn’t apparent. He took one of their last three rockets and pulled it to his shoulder. He told Gina they would go out over the roof. She moved to the back wall of the tower and got ready to go. Max stood up to get a good angle on the trajectory and fired. The blast in the neighboring tower knocked the man out of it. His flaming body flew to the street below. He landed with a thud. He was done for. Max grabbed Gina and headed over the wall. They had two rockets left.

When they got to the back of the church Max rushed down the fire escape to make sure the way was clear. When he was sure it was he motioned for Gina to follow. They were in the alley behind the church running away as fast as possible. The commotion was bound to draw a crowd if there was a crowd left. 

Max looked down at Gina at his arm. “Where’s you Ultra honey?”

She looked her body up and down and looked back at him with an ‘oh damn’ look on her face. He thought for a second. He noticed a basement entrance to another building. He pulled the double doors up and eased down the steps. It was clear. He waved Gina down. 

“Stay here I will be right back.” He was afraid to leave her without a gun. He gave her his Ultra and he pulled his knife.

“No Max, you take the gun!” She begged him. He shook his head no, smiled at her and hit the alley. He was back inside the church soon. He was almost to the tower room door when he heard a thump and several things fall to the floor inside the room. He eased his head inside the door. There was some poor guy hanging upside down from the ladder. He had fallen and got stuck between the rungs. Max could tell his leg was really messed up if it wasn’t broken. He was harmless. His handgun lay in the floor. He decided the would take it and leave the guy to die in peace. DIE!? It hit him like a brick! Gina’s way out, his way out. HE HAD IT!

He rushed back to Gina and all but dragged her back to the church, she didn’t ask questions she just went. He stopped, breathing hard when they got to the door of the tower. He lifted her shirt and started to peel the chip off her chest. He stopped and looked at her like ‘here we go’. She stopped him and asked what he was doing.

“There’s a guy hanging on the ladder up there. He’s alive but just barely. When he dies, his chip…and your chip will die with him!” He looked at her. 

Her eyes opened wide as the idea sunk in. Her mouth fell into a huge gaping smile. He had done it, her Max had solved the problem. She lifted her shirt to allow him to take her chip. He moved her as close to the door as he could without her seeing the mess inside. If his heartbeat through his thumb would keep her signal going long enough to get the chip transplanted on this guy Gina was in the clear. She could hide out somewhere and wait for all the hassle to end and later, simply walk out of this awful place. 

Max peeled the chip carefully. He pressed his thumb to it as it came off her sweet lovely skin. He went through the door and looked up the ladder. He slowly eased up it. The guy reacted barely able to move. His lips were moving but Max couldn’t make out any intelligible words. Max pulled his shirt down to his neck. He pressed Gina’s chip next to his. He knew this was going to get nasty. He couldn’t allow the authorities to find a dead combatant with two chips on him. Max jumped off the ladder and returned to Gina’s side.

“Did it work?” She asked excitedly.

“I don’t know honey, but if they come for you…us, I won’t let them get you. We will go together.” He looked into her loving eyes.

Nothing happened for a long time. They looked at each other. Obviously the chip transfer worked. She hugged his neck and laughed out loud, cutting it short when she realized she was being too loud. He walked her to the back of the church. He gave her a hug and headed back into the sanctuary. She didn’t let go of his hand at once. He squeezed her fingers and she let him go. She touched her bare chest where the chip had been.

Max was up the ladder with the guy in a heartbeat. The back of his head was bleeding, his blood running down the ladder. Max took his knife from his boot. He pulled the guys head back and quickly dragged the knife across his throat, a gurgling hiss escaped the man’s gaping wound. Max jumped off the ladder, fell to his knees and hung his head. He looked back up finally and studied the man. He reached up and took his wrist, there were no signs of life. He gave it a few more minutes to make sure. Then he climbed back up the ladder and laid his ear against the guys chest. No heartbeat. If there was any life in the guy the chip would signal if he ripped it off. He was already out on a limb. He took Gina’s chip off with the blade of his knife and stuck it in his pocket.

He grabbed Gina and headed back out into the alley. They still weren’t out of this. Max had to find someone alive and get rid of his chip. He was almost sick at his stomach. It wasn’t in his nature to kill anyone. His growing love for Gina and her well being was driving him on. They made they’re way back down the alley. They were back in the basement when Gina touched Max’s chest, his chip was still there. 

“Max, why didn’t you put your chip to?” She asked looking at him questioning.

“Well baby I have to…!” He said, closing his eyes with disgust and disbelief. 

OH NO! He hadn’t thought it through, he hadn’t had the time. He just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was so concerned with Gina he didn’t think to put his chip on the guy too! MAX YOU DUMBASS!!!! Max had to clear his mind and forget it. He had to get to the next living guy and do it again. Max left Gina in the basement and returned to the alley. He crawled to the corner of the building. When he got just a few feet away a bullet impacted the wall facing the street a couple of yards above his head. He ducked back thinking the bullet had been aimed at him. To his surprise a shot ran out around the corner from Max. There was someone firing just around the corner from him! There were two guys shooting it out! Max stood up. If he could get the one across the street and knock this guy right around the corner out cold, he could put his chip on him and…he crept to the corner. 

Just as he got there, the man shrunk around the corner and stared at him. This was Max’s chip recipient. He looked the guy in the eyes. He was shocked to see Max standing there. He raised his gun to fire. A bullet impacted the back of the guy’s head. He fell at Max’s feet, the back of his head was ripped and shredded, blood running out profusely. Then a shell hit Max’s lower leg. Max fell to his knees the pain was excruciating. He jerked his pants leg up. There was an entry wound on one side and several exit wounds on the other side. A couple of pieces of razor sharp plastic-like material jutted out. Max moaned at the pain. The guy across the street was screaming out loud. He had been hit too. Max started to head for him…!

WRRRRRRIILLLLLLLAAANNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

THE SIREN! It was over! The guy died! Max lost his chance! The noise was so loud he couldn’t think. He turned to look at Gina! She sat there on the basement steps stunned. He raced back to her. They would be here for him any second. They didn’t have much time. He hugged her tight and kissed her hard. 

“Gina, find a place to hide. Stay there until everyone is gone. They’ll be here soon. They can’t catch us together. They’ll kill you. Gina, if we make it out, meet me back here when…I don’t know when. If you hear I lived through everything, meet me back here at the church, just watch…we’ll know when.” He told her and kissed her one more time and headed out of the basement.

She grabbed his arm. He shook her off. “NooOOO! GINA…NO! You have to stay HERE! You have to stay alive! I will find you somehow! I know how to get out of this now! I will find you when I get out. I’ll be free after the next tournament. I will find you or we’ll meet back here or…oh Gina! Stay here, I HAVE to go now.” He screamed at her over the noise of the siren. 

Tears were streaming down both their cheeks. She shrunk onto the floor and cried and screamed. He leaned down and put his hand over her mouth. She took hold of his hand. He had to tear his fingers from her grip.

“No, please Gina, stay quiet they could be just outside, be quiet…please live.” He begged her through wet eyes.

He hobbled out of the basement expecting to see a mob of guards. There was no one yet. The siren quit screaming. It was all quiet. Then Max heard the sound of a distant helicopter growing louder by the second. He looked back, Gina was lying on the steps of the basement reaching out to him, tears washing her face. She was torn between staying there and having a chance to see him again and rushing to his side and inviting their death and ending it all. At least they would die together.

The wind from the landing chopper was blowing Max’s hair wildly. They were putting down in the street in the intersection. He headed toward them, he couldn’t let them get close enough to see her. He looked back at her one more time.

“I LOVE YOU!” He cried out loud, hoping she could hear over the noise of the chopper.

Had she heard him? Does she know he loves her?

Her life was walking away from her. She was dying inside. Her guts were wrenching. “Max!” She sighed under her breath. 

He looked back to see her mouth the words, ‘I love you’. She knew, she had heard him. Their bond was sealed. Max hurried to the guards headed to him feigning that he needed their help. He grabbed them around the shoulders and groaned. 

“Did you just say you loved me?” The guard looked at Max angrily.

“No man, I just mean…I LOVE YOU MAN! I am so glad to see you guys. Get me the hell out of here.” Max said. 

His leg was bad but he would live. He looked back to make sure she wasn’t following them, she wasn’t. They helped him into the chopper. As they lifted off a guard slid the door shut. Max stopped him and asked it he could watch the place as they left. The guard held the door open for him. He looked back to see the crumpled little figure lying on the concrete steps, one arm reaching above her head toward him. When he thought the guard might be looking her way, he grabbed him by the shoulder and pointed toward the body of the guy who shot him.

“That guy, that guy right there, he almost got me man. But I made it. I’m alive and he’s dead.” Max raised his pants leg to show the guard his wound. 

All the guards gathered around looking. They had never seen an actual liquid shell wound before. Max watched Gina until they were out of sight. His big heart was breaking, tears streaming down his face. He lifted his shirt and asked the guard if he could get rid of this chip. The guard shrugged and said sure. He asked if he could keep it for a souvenir. The guard said whatever, the event was over, he didn’t care what Max did. He stuck the chip in his pocket. Then, as if he was having second thoughts he reached back into his pocket and tossed the chip out the door. The two chips floated to the ground parting in midair just as Max and Gina had parted for real. He watched where she had been lying as the guard shut the door. Max’s tears were pouring harder than ever. His anxiety to free her had cost him. Why wasn’t he thinking back there? He should be with her now!

“Hurts pretty bad huh?” The guard asked.

“Worse than you will ever know.” Max told him lying his head against the door sobbing uncontrollably, Gina on his mind. His freedom with hers had been just a heartbeat away and he missed it…

One tournament down!



W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 02



Max was airlifted to a nearby military hospital. He realized he didn't even know where he was. He didn't care just now. He just wanted to get to the next tournament and end this thing. The helicopter was landing on the roof. An orderly and six guards were there to greet him, if you could call that a greeting. They placed him on a gurney and rushed him inside. He was in x-ray when he opened his eyes. The ordeal of the past few days had taken its toll, especially the last few hours. Losing Gina like that was killing him. He was almost glad he was wounded, it gave him an excuse to tear up and act unhappy, he was unhappy. He was given a shot to put him out. His leg wasn't in the greatest of shape. The nurses undressed him and put a hospital gown on him. He heard one of them commenting about something and moaning as they pulled his fatigues off. Then the lights went out...

...Gina cried herself to sleep on the cold cement steps. Her safety was of no importance, losing Max was more than she could bare. How could you fall in love with someone only knowing them for three or four days? Was it three or was it four? What day was it? How long had she been here? She woke with these questions racing through her mind. She looked around for Max, hoping it had all been a dream. The sound of an engine roaring down the alley brought her back to reality. She was still in grave danger. She ducked further into the basement steps. The jeep roared by and she popped her head out just a little.

Where would she go, where could she hide? They were sweeping this place and they would be checking everywhere. The tower! Their hideout, their love-nest. She would try and make her way back there...

...Max came too in a clean bed covered with a clean sheet. The rustling of a nurse's starched uniform roused him awake. He was drowsy but alive. His leg ached like crazy. He let out a soft moan as he bent his knee.

"Um, does it hurt honey?" The nurse asked.

Max opened his drugged eyes to see a middle aged attractive lady looking down at him. He sighed and laid his leg back down.

"Umm, yeah it does. What did you people do to me?" He asked.

"What did we do?! What did you do?" She asked and smiled at him.

"What time is it?" He asked sluggishly.

"Two-thirty." The nurse said, turning to look at a clock on the wall just in front of him. 

His eyes followed hers and he noticed the clock. He gave her an 'oh, I see' look and closed his eyes. Memories of the last few days flooded back to his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed. She walked to the tray table and returned to his bedside with a paper cup and plastic glass of water.

"Need a pain killer honey?" She offered them to Max.

"Yes, thanks." He took the medicine and laid back down.

His eyes shot open. Was Gina ok? Had they found her? Did she get out alive? He had a million questions that he couldn't ask. He couldn't let on that he knew someone was alive in there. He was supposed to be the last one, he had to keep up the charade. He would find out eventually but it was killing him inside now. The nurse left the room informing Max that she would be right back.

When she returned she had a tub of water, wash cloth, soap and towel. She placed the things on the table and rolled it to the bed. She pulled the sheet down and started to slip his gown off. He took her hand to stop her.

"Honey, you need a bath real bad. Unless you want to try and get in the shower you better just lay back and let me wash you." She told him, her smile was warm. 

Max thought she was very pretty for her age. She had salt and pepper hair down to her chin. Her nurse's cap didn't do her any favors. Her eyes were happy and a light shade of amber. She filled her dress nicely, the top button unfastened. The skirt flared out so he wasn't sure what her hips and legs were like, he really didn't care just now. She was probably younger than Max. He was forty-two. (How old was Gina? He didn't know how old she was. He ran the information he had on her through his mind and calculated she must be around twenty-two or three.) The nurse's name plate said 'Captain Reed'. Max studied her as she wet the cloth and began to wipe it across his chest.

"Now doesn't that feel good?" She asked him.

"Reed? Is there a first name with that Capt.?" He asked.

"Allison. You can call me Capt. Reed." She said, smiling.

"Ali, I like that." He said.

"Capt. Reed." She repeated.

"Where am I Allis...Capt. Reed?" He asked.

She smiled at him. "New Detroit. Reagan Airforce Base. In the hospital, anything else you want to know?"

She lifted his arm and washed down it and scrubbed his underarm and down his side. She had laid the towel under him. After she finished washing his chest and stomach she pulled the sheet down to the foot of the bed and took hold of his half removed gown. He took her hand again.

"Honey, I'm a nurse. I have seen these things before. I know you think you are a gift to women but I don't need any presents right now I just need a clean patient." She said pulling the gown out of his hand. 

He laid there totally naked exposed to her eyes. She continued washing him with indifference. When she took his nasty filthy penis with the rag, she looked into his eyes and started questioning him about his ordeal. He spread his thighs to allow her to wash him. He was getting excited, he couldn't help it. She kept talking to his eyes acting as if nothing were happening between his legs. She worked her way down his legs. His penis never got fully erect. She would lift a leg and bath the underneath side. She wet the cloth again and washed his feet. When she got to his bandaged calf she took special care not to cause him any discomfort. He had hit the jackpot of nurses. She finished his bath and pulled his gown back up and covered him with the sheet, his half swollen penis bulged under it.

"Now, tell me you don't feel better." She said throwing the cloth in the water and picking it up the pan.

"You're right I do feel better. When will I be able to get out of bed and shower?" He asked her.

"Whenever you feel like it. I will be back in a little while. We need to get you out of bed and standing on that thing. What happened anyway? That wound is the weirdest thing I have ever seen." She told him, she winked at him and patted his 'gift' as she left.

Max laid there for almost an hour. She didn't come back. He slipped out of bed and limped to the door. When he stuck his head out two guards were in his face in a heartbeat. They held their guns across their chest and shook their heads no. He wasn't going out this way and there was no other way out, only a heavily barred window. He went back to bed. Soon Reed was back to check on him. She helped him out of bed and they headed to the hallway. The guards followed them down the hall as Reed helped Max take one step after the other. The hall had guards placed at the elevators and the stairs. If Max had thought about breaking out of this place he forgot about it quickly. Before long Max's leg was hurting so bad he could barely move. She walked him back to his room and put him back to bed...

...Gina was sneaking into the back door of the church before she knew it. She moved from fear more than any other reason. She heard voices in the sanctuary. She crept closer to hear. Two guards sweeping the place were talking. One of them commented on the bodies out front. The other one told him to come look at this guy hanging in the ladder. Gina eased through the door and crawled to the room off the pulpit. She went down the stairs and worked her way to the wine cellar. Now she knew where Max had found the wine. She was as blind as he had been. She huddled into the corner to wait it out. She wondered how many bugs were down here with her? Funny, the thought didn't bother her, she didn't think about the sterilization they had done before the tournament started. There had been nothing alive in this church for days, except Max and Gina. 

She heard footsteps coming up into the pulpit above her head. She heard a voice tell the other guy that there was a door up here. Gina froze with fear. She saw the flashlights glow bouncing around the hallway leading to the cellar. He was going to find her, there was no way out, nowhere for her to go! Just as he entered the cellar the other voice cried out. He stopped at the door and answered his partner. They had to get out of there, the drones were about to come in and they didn't want to get caught in there with those things. He washed the light across the cellar above Gina's head. He turned and left. How had he missed seeing her? She took a deep silent breath.

Drones?! She didn't think about them. Robot contraptions that crawled through the place killing any life readings they found. Not a great place for rats right now, but this place wouldn't be habitable for animals for several months. Would the height of the tower protect her from the drones? Only one way to find out. Get up there, pray and be ready to head out across the roof. 

She was back in their love-nest in less than a minute. She hugged the blanket that had wrapped them the night before. It still held his sweet fragrance, she pulled it to her face and cried. Soon she heard the dull hum of the drones motor. She fought the urge to look over the wall. If she had she would have seen a drone going nuts trying to read something that was playing with its sensors. It couldn't quite read it but there was something but not enough to act on...the tortured machine continued down the street. Its radar antennae would occasionally turn back toward the tower go a little crazy and return to sweeping the street. Soon it was too far out of range to detect her. She didn't look out for over an hour...

...Max opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty. He could smell the aroma of food coming from the hall. Soon a snotty little nurse entered the room with a tray. Max said hello, she ignored him and placed his dinner on the table and left. He ate the typical hospital food, he was hungry; he hadn't eaten for awhile. It wasn't the greatest but he ate without complaint. He worried that his little Gina might be hungry and cold and scared, he cried. The little snot came back and took his tray before he was completely through. She was a blonde cutie. Not much older than Gina he thought. She said nothing. 

About six Reed stuck her head in the door and said hello. Max thought 'what a contrast to that other nurse'. Max asked her in, she was off duty and headed home. She just wanted to check on him before she left. He was glad she had. He was feeling extremely lonely, he couldn't tell her why but any company took the edge off being without Gina. It seemed to Max that he and Gina had been together forever when in actuality it had only been a few days; a rough few days though they were. Reed came in and sat on the edge of his bed. She asked how his leg was and if he needed anything. He said he was feeling better and he couldn't think of anything. The snot came in with his scheduled pain killer. He took it. Reed shook her head as the snot left.

"That little girl has got to get a better attitude with her patients." Reed said.

"You got that right." Max replied, smiling at her.

Reed sucked in a deep breath looked down at him. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the side of his mouth. She informed him that she would be back on duty at eight in the morning and she would see him then. She gave his penis a gentle squeeze and asked him to think about anything he might be needing. He could tell her tomorrow. She left, turning at the door and smiling at him...

...Gina hurried down the ladder after dark and commandeered the last three bottles of wine. She returned to the tower and followed Max's directions for opening the wine. She had two bottles sifted and was drunk in no time. The more she thought about Max the more she drank. The more she drank the more she cried. The more she cried the more she thought about Max...she was caught in a drunken cycle and didn't care. She was sound asleep with tears drying in her eyes before the moon was up. 

The next morning she woke with a terrible headache. She had finished off two bottles of wine! She looked out over the silent buildings. She was alone in here. No danger. No drones. No soldiers. No Max! She packed the few things she thought she needed and headed out of this calmed down hell. She packed the last bottle of wine; she and Max would share it one day. She didn't know when but it would be corked and ready when that day came. 

She was a sight. A survivor tracking out of a war zone; aching, lost and hurting, inside and out. She walked for several blocks. Soon she heard the sounds of people on the street. She saw a sign on a business, 'New Detroit Dry Cleaner'. So that's where she was. She wandered the streets. People were staring at her. She needed to get out of these clothes. She had her Ultra and the case of liquid shells hidden under her vest, the handgun the man had dropped was in the back waistband of her pants. She cradled the wine in her arms. It was the most precious possession she had to her way of thinking; if she only knew how true that was. She saw a pawn shop. She went in, the man behind the counter watched her like a hawk; he put his hand under the counter. She eased up to him.

"I need some money." Gina said shyly.

"What have you got honey?" He placed his hand on the counter, holding a handgun, studying the vest. 

"Well, I have this vest." She answered.

"Yeah I noticed the vest. And if you're planning on robbing me believe me I can put a hole between your eyes from fifty yards. Don't try it." He was getting edgy.

"Oh, no, I don't want to do that. I know I look a sight but please, I just want to sell my stuff and get out of here, please?" She begged him.

"Take off the vest and we can talk." He ordered her.

She sat the bottle on the counter he studied it with interest. She took off the vest, lying the Ultra on the counter. The guys eyes shot wide open. When she laid the liquid shells beside the Ultra his mouth started to water. He grabbed them forgetting his own gun and studied them like they were made of gold, they might as well have been. She handed him the vest and asked what it was all worth. He offered her two thousand dollars. Her heart jumped inside her chest. She started to take it but she stopped and thought. She reached for the things and shook her head no. He upped it another thousand and started to drag the things off the counter. She pulled the gun from her waist and pointed it at him. She shook her head no and he put the things back. She smiled at him lowering her gun. 

"One thousand for the gun, one for the vest and one for the bullets? Maybe the vest but the gun and bullets they're worth a lot more than that. Are they're any other pawn brokers around here?" She asked reaching for the stuff and looking at his face. 

He was running the deal through his mind. "Well what do you want then? How much for the lot?" He asked.

"Well, you can't get these guns. And the bullets aren't on the market. How about five thousand for all of it?" She said.

He mulled it over in his mind. He could get into a lot of trouble for having this stuff but he knew people that would pay three times that for the gun alone. He made the deal. Gina took her money and wine, turning to leave. 

"How much do you want for that wine honey?" He asked.

"No, it's not for sell." She stated looking down at the bottle in her hand thinking of Max.

"I'll give five hundred for it." He told her, he recognized its value. It was over seventy years old and very valuable. 

"No thanks." She told him.

"Do you know where to get any more of it?" He asked.

She left the shop shaking her head no, pulling her shirt down over the gun in her waist. She didn't look much different than some of the people she met now. A young girl in fatigues carrying a bottle of wine. Nothing strange about that! 

She found a second hand clothing store and went in. She picked up several items of clothing and headed into the dressing room. She stuffed most of her money into her boot and tried on some clothes. It was amazing how different she felt wearing civilian clothes again. She hadn't worn her own clothes for almost five years. She wished Max was there to tell her what looked good, what to buy and what to put back...

...Max called the nurse about nine o'clock. He was hurting and needed something stronger to kill the pain. She left without saying a word and returned and gave him a shot. He noticed her name tag, Lt. Margaret Bottoms. He could have sworn she gave the needle a little extra push. It hurt like hell.

"What is your problem? You haven't said a word to me but you're acting like you hate my guts. What's the deal?" He asked, frustrated at her added pain. 

"I don't socialize with people like you." She said heading to the door.

"Like me? You mean wounded and hurting? You don't deal with sick people, I think you picked the wrong profession bitc...Bottoms!" Max said, stopping himself before he insulted her too bad.

"No! Prisoners. Killers and murders...rapists. Like you." She said and left. 

Max's mind was in a cloud of drugs before he knew it. He was out for a couple of hours. When he finally woke he saw two blurry figures standing near the door. The clock slowly came into focus. Eleven-thirty. The figures became clear. Bottoms was locked in a kiss with one of the guards that had been at the door. He had her dress unbuttoned down to her breasts and his hand was working feverishly inside her bra. She was sighing and moaning. When she noticed Max watching them she jumped out of her skin. She buttoned up as the guard slithered out the door.

"Mr. Fallon! Well, do you need anything before I go off duty?" She was fussing with her hair and straightening her dress, her breathing was shallow.

"Yeah, I need to cop a feel of that tit." He said.

"What?! What are you talking about?" She said, her face turning redder with each second.

"I just want to play where the guard was playing." He said, relishing his torture of her.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We weren't doing anything." She huffed.

"Oh that wasn't a hand in your bra?" He said, smiling at her slyly.

About then a loud husky woman's voice boomed down the hall. She was raking the guard over the coals for not being at his post. He was explaining that he was just inside checking on the prisoner. She burst through the door. A short stocky woman made her presence know. 

"Bottoms! What the hell are you doing in here?" She whispered angrily. She looked at Max. "Well, how is the patient?"

"I'm doing pretty good now." Max smiled.

"What was he doing in here lieutenant?" She boomed.

"Nothing Capt. Groover. He was checking to make sure I was ok. This man is a criminal you know." Bottoms was trying to get out of this thing.

"Bottoms, while this man is in this hospital he is your patient. You will treat him that way and like it, do you hear me lieutenant?" She almost screamed in her face.

"Yes ma'am Capt. Groover." Bottoms answered standing as stiff as a board her eyes locked straight ahead.

"Now, Mr. Fallon, what was that soldier doing in here?" She asked crossing her arms and looking at Max.

"I don't know Capt. I was asleep. There was a loud bang and I woke up and the lieutenant and the soldier were standing over me. I'm too drugged to know much I guess, sorry." Max protected Bottoms, she glanced at him her mouth slightly opening; her worried look slowly melted to one of relief.

Bottoms rushed to the metal water pitcher and took if from the table. She went on to explain that while she was checking the prisoner...patient...she had accidentally knocked the pitcher off and it hit the floor with a bang. She took on an embarrassed looked and told Groover she was sorry and that I wouldn't happen again. The guard came in to make sure Bottoms was ok. That's all there was to it. Bottoms stole another glance at Max and looked at him as if to say 'thanks'.




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 02



"Go home lieutenant. Your shift is over, I'll see you tomorrow night." Groover ordered, and Bottoms gladly left.

Groover looked at Max and gave him a quick wink and a smile. She was about sixty Max guessed. A real battle axe of a lady and Max already loved her. She took his temperature and checked his wound. It looked to need redressing, since Max was awake she did. She went to get a dressing and was back to his bedside quickly. You hear this lady coming a long ways off. 

She asked Max how he got this wound when she took off the old dressing. He explained as she cleaned it and wrapped it. She had heard about something like this was happening but she hadn't run into anyone who had first hand knowledge before Max. They had a guy in here not long ago that Groover thought knew something but he died shortly after he got here. She finished with Max and left his room. She told him if he needed anything to just give a buzz, someone would be here in a flash. Max felt good knowing this little fireball was his guardian angel for the night. He drifted back to sleep. His last conscious thought was that he hoped Gina had found a Groover to watch over her...

...Gina left the second hand shop in white denim jeans, a yellow long sleeved blouse and tennis shoes. She took her old things with her. It wouldn't look good if the authorities found a set of military fatigues in this place. She was afraid they might be able to trace them to her somehow. She had also bought a pretty nice leather jacket. She thought she looked good in the mirror. She wished Max could see her now. If he loved her the way he last saw her he would love her to death now. She felt sticky and dirty though. She needed a shower. 

She looked for a decent place to stay the night. There was a nice hotel in the next block. Now that she had some decent clothes she could walk right in and get a room and take it easy. When she settled into her room she washed her face and went shopping in the hotel shop. She got a new toothbrush and toothpaste. She got some deodorant and other things. She bought shampoo and soap, none of that hotel stuff for her. A new night gown, robe and slippers. She went back to her room and showered. While she dried off she walked to the window and stared out. She was on the ninth floor. If she knew the lights on the distant horizon was the hospital where Max was she would be crying now. The lights of the base looked like a small nearby city. She wondered how he was? She wished she could tell him she was alright. She wished she could see him. If she had only known she was looking directly at his room. Something strange stirred in her heart, she felt suddenly at ease, as if he had just touched her and said 'Gina, I'm ok'. 

She ordered room service. She had pork chops, a baked potato, salad and bread. She ordered tea to drink and cherry pie for dessert. She went to bed that night and slept like a baby. She was safe, she was free. Regina Phillips had died in the last couple of days. A new person was born due to Max's intelligence and actions. She wished Max was there to share this with her, whoever she was now...

...Max woke the next morning to see Reed checking his leg. She winked down at him and smiled. "Good morning sleepy head." She looked back down at his leg.

He stretched, yawned and settled back to watch her work on him. It was eight-fifteen. The smell of breakfast stole Max's attention from her. She saw him look toward the door. She went out and got his tray and brought it to him. He ate while Reed redressed his wound. It didn't look much better this morning. Max ate and explained to Reed how he got the wound. He also went on to tell her why he was here trying to convince her he was innocent. She didn't need any convincing. She didn't care why he was here, he was her charge and she treated every charge she had the same, wonderfully, but Max was a little different than her usual patient.

Max was through eating and Reed finished wrapping his wound. She sat on the bed and Max told her the story of Groover and Bottoms last night. Reed almost fell off the bed laughing. She would have loved to have seen Butts' face. Max fell out laughing with her. Butts was the nickname her fellow nurses had given her, more from the way she acted than from her real name. Reed looked at her watch regretfully and got off the bed. 

"Well, I better get on with my rounds." She told him.

"Um, ok, see you later?" He asked.

"Oh you know it big fella." She answered glancing at his crotch. "Oh and Max, I'm sorry about that little kiss and squeeze last night. That was very unprofessional and not ladylike at all."

"That's ok Reed...Allison, you're ok." He told her trying to put her at ease.

He held his hand out to her, she walked back to him and took it smiling. He dropped his hand to the hem of her skirt and slid it up her thigh, stopping just at the edge of her stockings, touching her soft naked flesh just below her panties. Her mouth fell open and she smiled bigger. He inched up and gently brushed the panty clad front of her hot mound. She slowly stepped away from him sighing and shaking her head as if she was saying, 'oh you good lookin nasty boy.' Her dress slid off his arm and dropped back down her legs. She closed her eyes taking a deep horny breath and releasing it.

"Sorry Reed, that was very unprofessional and not at all a manly thing to do. Now we're even." He said smiling up at her.

"Oh that was a very manly thing to do, you men all want the same thing." Reed told him smiling, heading out the door. She stuck her head back in. "I'm glad you guys like it."

Max laid back and let his breakfast settle. He felt guilty, like he had just cheated on Gina. What a weird feeling. He put his arms behind his head and his mind drifted to thoughts of her. The reality was that he would most likely never see her again. He closed his eyes at the thought. It saddened him deeply to think his Gina could be gone forever. He would never forget her, he couldn't forget her. He took his swelling penis in his hand imagining it was her hand, he stroked himself longingly...

...Gina woke that morning to feel Max's hand on her stomach. She smiled and opened her eyes to look at him. He wasn't there, she was dreaming, she was hot for him and he wasn't there to satisfy her. She closed her eyes as reality sat in, her wet vagina would have to be satisfied with fingers. She masturbated. When she came violently she could have sworn she heard Max moan out loud. She was wishing it was Max loving her. She got up, showered and went to the hotel restaurant and ate the biggest breakfast that she could order. Bacon, two fried eggs, hashbrowns, toast and jelly. She had a glass of milk and one of orange juice. She savored the best breakfast she had eaten in years. She sat and drank coffee for almost an hour after she finished eating. 

She returned to her room and counted the money she had made yesterday. She decided she would buy the nicest clothes she could find. She would hold her head up high. She would go back to the guy in the pawn shop and get some false identification. She would walk through this world proudly and do everything she could to find Max when the time came. 

Two days later a dark haired Gina walked through the door of the New Detroit Daily Digital. She looked like a million bucks. She had always wanted to try her hand at being a reporter. She filled out an application for employment as Delores Atkins. She took the name of a girl she had gone to school with who had died in the third grade. Delores and Gina had been good friends. She took her friend's name hoping it would serve her well now. Max don't forget me, I will be there...

...Max's peter exploded wildly. He spilled his load into a towel. He got up and struggled to the shower and cleaned himself good for a change, trying to keep his bandage dry. He dried off and went back to bed. He fell back wishing it had been Gina touching him. He relaxed and went back to sleep. He couldn't get his mind off her. She was even in his dreams. Whether it was his drug induced state or not she was there. He could almost touch her. He hated to open his eyes. Every time he did she was gone. He slept for several more hours. His sleep was interrupted by Reed's nudging. He woke dreaming of Gina, his muscle was up and ready for her.

She held her finger over her mouth telling him to be quiet when he opened his eyes. He shook his head ok. She pulled the sheet down and slipped his gown up. He pushed her hand away but she fought him looking at him pleadingly. They struggled silently. She finally got her hand on his swelling tool and the fight in him gave way to her touch. Her fingers wouldn't touch around the girth, they didn't even come close; a touch of fear filled her thoughts. She eased her mouth down on him slowly, it stretched her lips sinking into her warm depth. She put her free hand on his mouth when he started making too much noise, she never stopped stroking his body with her wet hot lips. He wouldn't have an orgasm forever after masturbating earlier. Or so he thought. Ali started kissing and caressing him with her tongue, going crazy on his member. She was only getting about half of it into her mouth but she was doing all she needed to, to please him. He was arching up and shooting his cream in her mouth in fifteen minutes. He forced a loud moan with the last squirt of his juice. She took her mouth off him and stood up just as the guard entered the room.

"You ok Capt. Reed?" He asked.

Ali swallowed his load. "Yes. I just pressed a little hard on this wound I'm afraid.'

Max writhed in the bed, the guard thought he was in pain. In a way he was, delicious orgasmic pain. She looked down into his eyes smiling like a fox in the hen house. He looked up at her wanting to smile back but he clinched his teeth and groaned loudly playing along with her. The guard left them alone. 

"Um, was that nice?" She asked.

Max shook his head yes and leaned on his elbow raising his face up toward hers. He took a tissue from the box on his table and wiped a clear shinny bead from the corner of her mouth. She looked alarmed, hoping the guard had not seen that little pearl. She smiled at him and gently massaged his giant penis until it was shriveled and limp in her fingers. She leaned down and smacked a kiss on his cheek. He pulled her mouth to his and tried to kiss her. She objected quietly, asking if he remembered where her mouth had just been. He pulled her lips to his kissing her hard, having his way this time. 

As Ali stood up they heard a guard at the end of the hall holler 'attennhut'. She got a look of concern. Footsteps of two men walking quickly down the hall brought her to attention, standing at Max's wounded leg. Two doctors blew through the door. Capt. Reed froze.

"At ease Capt. What are you doing Capt.?" The older of the two doctors asked.

Ali looked at her watch questioningly. "Sir, I'm making my rounds sir. I was just checking Mr.'s Fallon's bandages sir."

"Oh I see. Capt. unwrap that wound." He ordered her.

"Yes sir." Ali started to work on Max's dressing. She managed a quick wink and a smile.

She stepped back when the wound was exposed. The doctors studied it with great interest. They looked his leg over, concentrating on the entry wound and then all the exit wounds.

"This looks very effective I would say. Did you see any other wounds like this in the past several days?" The one in charge asked.

"Yes as a matter of fact I did." Max answered.

"Describe what you saw ." He ordered, studying Max's leg.

Max hadn't realized he had been inducted into the army. But he decided that any disrespect for their authority at this point could cause Ali trouble, he described what he saw. They listened with growing interest as he described superficial wounds that left men dead. 

Footsteps stomping down the hall got all their attention. The doctors looked at each other with disgust. An army officer blasted into the room. He got in the doctors' faces. He turned to study Max. He was wearing a general's uniform. He turned back to the doctors.

"Well, when will he be ready to get back into action?" He asked the senior doctor.

"General, there are more important things than getting this man killed. We can learn a lot from him." The doctor told him.

"A lot of what doctor?" He got closer to the doctor's face.

"General, look at that wound. See what your liquid bullets are doing? Have you seen a wound like that before?" The younger doctor piped up.

Ali turned Max's leg from side to side as the general studied it. "Yes doctor I see, very impressive wound isn't it?"

"General, this man is a wealth of knowledge on Ultras and these new hellaious bullets. We will send him back when he is ready and when we get everything out of him we need." The older doctor took the conversation back over.

Max was starting to feel more like a lab rat than a patient. He listened as the two sides made their arguments for getting their way. In the end the senior doctor informed the general that Max would be with them for a couple of months at least. They were going to watch the progress of this wound and there was no argument. Even though he was a general and the doctor was only a colonel the medical knowledge outweighed the general's needs. The general told them that people were coming down on him to get this guy back into action as fast as possible. The doctor asked the general why they had used this new technology in the tournament if they didn't want to know the outcome? The general didn't answer, he looked at Max and asked how the Ultra worked under combat conditions.

"Oh, where those combat conditions?" Max smarted off to the general.

Anger grew in the general's eyes. "Boy, I can have your hide hanging on my wall if I want it. How did that damn gun work you asshole?"

"It worked great general and I can have your teeth dropping into your fat gut before you turn around. You still want my hide?" He threatened the general back. Ali stood behind the general and shook her head no at Max, getting a worried look on her face.

The doctors looked up for their discussion. They watched as the general began to smolder. The general left without further words. The senior doctor told Capt. Reed to redress the wound and the doctors left.

Ali fell over Max exaggerating her fear and sighed a sigh of relief. He laughed silently at her. She smiled at him and opened her mouth wide laughing quietly with him. She pressed her mouth against his belly and kissed him..

"What are you doing? He can have you strung up and shot if he wants to." She whispered to him. 

"Just having a little fun." Max told her.

"Could you really do that to him...I mean what you said about his teeth?" She asked, standing up and heading toward the door. 

"Yes." Max answered.

"Nice peter." She whispered as she got to the door, winking at this crotch.

Ali returned with a new dressing and smiled at Max the whole time she was dressing him. Every once in awhile she would stare at his manhood and sigh. When the wrap was secured she slid her hand up his naked thigh and squeezed his testicles. 

"Oh I better get out of here before I get court-martialed." Ali told him.

Max just smiled at her as she left. Two months he thought, I could stand two months with Ali taking care of me. Then he thought of Gina. Could he wait two months to get back to her? He needed to get to another tournament, find the first jerk he could get his hands on, plant his chip, kill the idiot and hide out waiting for the place to clear out. Then he would find Gina and they could start a life together. 

Butts brought Max his dinner. She sat his tray on the table and eased it to him. She raised his bed and fluffed his pillows. Her eyes never met his. Her demeanor was different. Max thanked her as she turned to leave. She stopped short and turned back to face him. She stood there ringing her hands and looking at the floor. Then she looked up at Max as if she had decided what to say.

"Mr. Fallon, Max...thanks for not getting me into trouble with Groover last night. You could have gotten me and Collin both in a lot of trouble. You didn't, and I was being such a bitch to you, you could have really gotten us shot last night. Thank you." She made her speech all the time inching back to Max's bedside. 

"Collin is your boyfriend? The guard." He asked her.

"He's not my boyfriend but yes the guard." She looked embarrassed at the floor.

"Um, I see." He answered.

"Well, thanks anyway." Bottoms said, looking up at him.

"You know, Margaret, you could do me a favor." He told her.

She tilted her head to one side and looked at him with disgust. She reached for the zipper of her dress and began to inch it down. She looked away from his eyes. He reached up and took her hand and stopped her.

"No, Bottoms, not that. I want you to bring me a rose. A single long stemmed red rose, that's all. And if you can get it tonight, that would be great." He said.

"Oh, well last night you said you wanted to cop a feel...oh never mind. I feel like such an idiot. I can get you a rose." She said dropping her head into her hands and turning red again. Max loved to make girls blush.

"I'll get a taste of those breasts later." He joked with her.

She looked at him as though she were thinking about it. She smiled and shook her head. She took the lid off Max's chilling dinner and told him to eat. She peeked at him from around the door.

"Thanks Max. Sorry to have been such a bitch." She said.

Collin poked his head into the room. He smiled worriedly and told Max he appreciated him not giving them away. Max decided he might have this place in the palm of his hand before he got out. He had one guard in his debt and two nurses wanting to take their clothes off for him. Well Butts taking her clothes off might be an exaggeration, but Ali certainly did want to. And Groover loved him because...well...because he was Max.

Ali popped in before she went home. She stayed as long as she could without the others wondering what was going on. She pulled the covers and his gown away and looked at his soft beautiful genitals. He tried to stop her, she told him she couldn't stay long but wanted to look at him while she could. She sat looking at him and listened to his story again. She bent down and kissed his penis, it jerked limply at her touch. She giggled and kissed him goodnight. He decided he loved older more experienced women. 


Max was fading off when Bottoms came to his room about nine-thirty. She had another wrap and started redressing his wound. She pulled the rose from the towel in her hand.

"Will this do?" She asked.

"Oh perfect honey. Don't say anything to Capt. Reed about this, ok?" He asked her.

"Are you kidding, I owe you big time, you just say the word." She replied.

The rose was gorgeous. He had her put it in some water in a glass and put it on the table. He looked at it and declared them even on things. She didn't owe him any more for his silence. She looked a little disappointed. She explained that Capt. Reed had shared some of his story with her. She asked Max if some of the things he had told Ali were true, he assured her they were. She looked ashamed for having judged him so harshly. 

"Are you sure...sure that you don't want anything else." Bottoms looked at him sexily from beneath her dropped eyebrows, she put his hand on her firm hard belly. 

Max decided he loved young firm girls. Wait? Older experienced women or young firm girls? Why not both he thought? Max kneaded his fingers into her stomach but told her they couldn't do this. She pressed against his touch and asked why, lilting her head swaying it from side to side. She looked hot. Max had cum more the last few days than he had in years. He wasn't as uptight about getting some as usual and didn't give in to Bottoms' advances. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 02



"You were such a little bitch last night." Max said.

"I'm sorry Maxy." She said hotly, massaging his tool, her mouth dropped open when he got fully erect. She swooned at the thought of this massive tube invading her most private place.

He tilted his head back at her touch and let her feel him. She begged him to let her make it up to him. She slid her hand under the sheet and inside his gown. She rubbed his length and sighed with each stroke. Before long his penis was twitching with each pass and Bottoms was begging for it. Max decided that Bottoms was ready to take her clothes off for him after all. He told her to do her nasty deed and get her beautiful butt out of his room. She smiled at him and giggled. She went to the door, whispered something to the guards and returned quickly. 

She hopped into the bed with him and leaned down and kissed him. She hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down stretching them tightly between her thighs. She took his gorged member in her hand and rubbed the head against her swelling vagina lips. Soon she was wet and ready to take him in. 

"Oh Max, this is the most awesome dick I have ever..." She sucked in a deep breath as she eased down on him, she had to stop before she took it all. She took a deep breath and pressed further down on him, letting out a loud groan.

"Shhhhh. The guards are going to hear you." Max whispered in her ear.

"Oohh, they get some later for watching out for us now." She sighed. "It ought to be worth at least a blow job don't you think?" She added.

When she was down on him completely she cried softly and kissed his chest through his gown. Her head fell to one side and her mouth fell open at the pleasure of his girth. She began to slowly rise up and fall back down on his wet well lubed penis. His size had her ready to explode in short order. He could feel her muscles convulsing around his hot dick. She was riding him like a true rodeo star. She was trembling, biting his neck and trying to keep quiet as her sweet cream flowed from her body, bathing his peter, soaking his thighs and balls. She sighed grunting moans with each of the last dozen strokes. She fell satisfied on his chest, he rolled his hips up and continued screwing her. He was sure he wouldn't cum soon this time. Butts slipped her hands between them and began massaging his nuts, one in each hand. He was wrong again! He was burying his head in her neck and was spilling his cum into her within minutes. He clinched his teeth trying to keep quiet. It was all either of them could do to stay silent. 

Butts helped him to the shower. He was still partially hard. She bathed him lovingly, studying him inquisitively. She pat him dry, handling him as if she might break him. She kissed him softly on the head of his lifeless little man and helped him back to bed. He slept good this night. He never knew when Butts checked on him before she left. She uncovered him and looked on him with admiration. Groover almost caught her. She explained that was just looking in for a last minute check before she went home. Groover studied his peaceful face as she closed the door and left him to sleep. She even passed on waking him for his sleeping pill at three in the morning. Why do they wake you up in the middle of the night to give you a sleeping pill?

Max woke the next morning and hid the rose beside his bed. He ate breakfast waiting for Ali. She didn't come. It was almost lunch and she still hadn't come by. The doctor came in and checked him just as lunch arrived. The doctor decided to leave his wound unwrapped and let the fresh air work on it. Still no Reed. Where could she be? Finally around two-thirty she rushed into his room. Her smile was brighter than the sunlight coming through the window. Max met her smile with one of his own. 

"Hi gorgeous, how are you?" He asked her.

"Couldn't be better if I tried." She answered.

She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. Max brought the rose up and handed it to her. Her mouth fell open in surprise. Where had he gotten a rose she wondered?

"Uh, for me?" She asked.

"Yes, all for you." He said.

"Max its beautiful. Where did you get it? How did you get it?" She asked, studying her flower.

"Um, I have my ways." He answered.

"You're amazing Max Fallon." She exclaimed, leaning down and kissing him hotly.

Max ran his hand to the back hem of her dress and slid his fingers up between her thighs. His thumb pressed against her butt as his fingers rubbed into the rift of flesh in her cotton panties. Her head began to swivel on her shoulders as he fondled her genitalia. She began to sigh. Her panties were getting damp. She stepped away from him. 

"Ooh Max...esssshh...I wish I could stay but I have to get to the station. Ooh, damn you make me hot. I'll drop by when I get off, ok?" She asked, sniffing her rose and looking at him over the petals.

She ran the rose down the slight bit of cleavage between her breasts and stared at him. She took a deep breath and left. Max couldn't figure out how they would make love but...he closed his eyes. Had he forgotten Gina? No! It would never happen. But something told him he would never see her again. Max wasn't like this before. He would turn down dates to be faithful to some girl he had dated only once or twice. He was honest and upright among men. Why this change? Death maybe! He had no promise of tomorrow. That general asshole could walk in here any day and order him back to the tournament. He looked out the window and thought about his Gina. Nothing could take her memory away...nothing but death. He almost wished that they had decided to face death together.

Ali woke him with a soft kiss. His eyes sprang open. She took his hand and led him to the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the shower and stripped him off. He stepped in. She took her dress and shoes off. Leaving her underwear and hose on she followed him in. She stood in the back of the tub as far out of the water spray as she could. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back, massaging her shoulders and neck. She took his penis in her hand and began to work on it. It didn't seem to come to life very quickly. She got on her knees and placed it on the half tube she formed with her tongue. She rubbed it with her tongue, flicking the underneath rim of the helmet shaped head until it was good and wet. She slid it into her mouth. It came to life now. She had him hard and ready. She stood up and turned her back to him. She arched her spine sticking her panty clad ass out for him to do with whatever he desired. She looked so hot in her little nurses' hat, bra, panties, garter-belt and hose...whew, Max was horny.

Max slipped his wet fingers into the waist of her panties and eased them down her round full buttocks. Her hand was already down the front of her panties rubbing her clitoris. She knew they didn't have much time. Max returned her favor of yesterday. He got to his knees and pressed his tongue to the hot swelling cleft of her vagina. He pushed her fingers off her clitoris with his tongue and began massaging it. As Max ran his tongue in and out of her she pushed against the wall with her hands. He stood back up when she began to moan loudly.

He rubbed his swollen head between her lips and pushed it into her. He stopped and asked if she was ok when she let out a little scream of pain when he was about two thirds inside her. She pressed back against him wildly, gyrating her hips and hunching his dick. When he buried it completely into her depths she dropped her head and screamed in her closed mouth. 

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm." She moaned with each stroke, doing her best to keep quiet as he pumped her sweet stretched silken tunnel. "Ooh, Max I want to scream so back." She said leaning her head back toward him.

"Ooh, I wish you could, I would love to hear you scream while I make love to you." He told her. 

He was burning in his loins. Her body was so hot wrapped around him, so stretched open, he had never seen a woman so tightly stretched. He watched the delightful show from his amazing vantage point. The thin tender skin of her horny body pulled back with Max's muscle, wrapping tightly around him. He watched it thinking this must be the most delicate flesh in the universe, the inner sweetness of a woman. He pushed her bra off her breasts and took her stiffened nipples in his fingers. She melted back into him when he took them and pulled and pinched them in his lust. He was going crazy on her. She laid her head on her crossed arms and let him sink into her total being. Her body shuddered and she almost dropped when the fierce quaking started in her belly and raced down her thighs as her sweet hot cream poured from her. She bucked back against his amazing manhood until her orgasm subsided. She was breathing in short shallow breaths.

He was absolutely sure he wouldn't cum soon, he got it right this time. They took a huge chance but Max screwed her for over thirty more minutes. He grabbed her by her hips pulling her back against him and drove into her as hard and fast as he could. She had one earth shattering orgasm after another. She counted seven all totaled. When Max's penis did release its hot cream he drove her up against the back wall of the tub almost lifting her off the ground, smashing her breasts flat, pressing his face hard against her back. She sprawled spread eagle against the tile wall on her tiptoes, she moaned for him to be gentle, totally astonished at this wonderful lover. He rammed himself into her grunting and groaning with each jerking pained spasm of his overworked penis. When he was finally spent he dropped to his knees and caressed her ass gently in his hands, pressing his lust contorted face against her bottom, kneading her cheeks with his eager fingers. She just stood there and let him work his magic on her. He began to gently chew on the soft flesh of her buttocks. He was so absorbed in her. 

"And just what part of 'be gentle' do you not understand?" She sighed her face still pasted to the wall.

"Oh, Ali, was I too rough, sorry baby I was just too turned on." He told her.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way, you were wonderful. That felt greater than great honey. You most definitely touched virgin flesh tonight. Nothing has ever been in that deep before." She said, at length catching her breath.

She broke their embrace and stepped out of the tub. She dried off quickly stepping back into her shoes with wet hose. She didn't care. She pulled her dress back on and straightened herself. She watched Max sitting naked in the tub, the warm water bathing his body, his shrinking tool glistening from the water and her creamy juice. He just sat there and watched her get dressed and leave. She leaned down, rubbed his peter and kissed him goodnight. The guards paid her no attention. After all, the lady was a Captain. 

Max spent the next several weeks healing and having sparse sexual trysts with Bottoms and Reed. The more time he spent with them the more he wanted and missed Gina. He kept asking himself why he was wasting his time with these ladies when Gina was out there somewhere waiting on him. Then his mind would race to the thought that he would be back fighting for his life in awhile and he would give in to the possible last sex he would ever have. He couldn't believe what this evil organization had made of him. His friends back home would never believe he was doing this. Having casual sex is one thing but with two different women at the same time, they would have never seen Max doing this. He was a one woman man if there ever was one.

It was a Friday when the doctor ordered Max to the rehab center of the hospital. He was put through various tests and the doctor declared him fit. When they got him back to his room new fatigues, boots, helmet and a vest lay on his bed. He was ordered to get dressed. All of a sudden he wanted to see Ali again. He needed to tell her goodbye. He wouldn't miss her like he did Gina but she had been his friend for the past month and a half. He needed to see her, Bottoms had just been sex. As six soldiers led him out of his room, down the hall and to the elevators he searched the hallway for her. They were standing at the elevator waiting on it. 

Max screamed out. "CAPT. REED!" The soldiers all glanced at him, Max watched the hallway.

He saw her poke her head out of a door half way down the hall from him. She came running when she saw what was happening. She stopped short looking at Max with her mouth agape and her eyes beginning to water. He looked back over his shoulder at her and said goodbye. She told him no one had told her he was leaving! She didn't know he was going today! She told him goodbye her hand reaching out to him then covering her mouth as she began to cry. The doors slid open, the soldiers marched him in; Ali took a step towards the open elevator. One of the soldiers put his arm across the door and shook his head no saying sorry ma'am, orders. Max's and Ali's eyes were locked on each other as the doors slowly shut, a tear ran down Allison's cheek. 

Max was in a temporary encampment standing in line with several dozen others in two hours. He didn't know where they had flown him. It was a military cargo plane. He had no idea where he was. He thought they flew Northwest out of New Detroit but he wasn't sure, there were no windows. Two senior looking officials walked up to Max and took him out of line into a nearby building. They took him to an office and sat him down in front of a desk and left. Soon another man came in and sat across the desk from Max.


"Mr. Fallon, right?" He asked, looking down at a file in his hand.

"Max Fallon, that's me." He answered.

"Mr. Fallon, Max, I have a few questions about the tournament you won." The man went on. 

"What do you want to know?" Max was getting worried about Gina.

"Max, we're having trouble accounting for everyone in the battle. We seem to be missing a body." He watched Max.

"Hmm, well you know two guys on my chopper never got there. One was shot by the guards and then he pulled a guy out of the chopper with him when he fell. That could be the one you're missing." Max didn't give any sign of knowing anything.

"No, Max we know about those two. We seem to be missing a female body. Did you run into any women in New Detroit?" He asked studying Max carefully.

"No I...oh you know what, she was on my chopper going in. A little red haired girl. I didn't see her after we landed. What the hell was she doing in there in the first place? Some guy grabbed hold of me getting out of the chopper and by the time I got rid of him I was all alone in the place, everyone scattered like rats leaving a sinking ship." Max snickered a little trying to get the guy off the subject of Gina, his heart leapt inside him to know that she had made it!

"There were four females at New Detroit, Mr. Fallon. We only found three bodies. Are you telling me you didn't see any women in there. You didn't help that red head get out?" He asked.

"Help someone get out?! Are you crazy, the only way to get out is to live! If I help someone I have to die! You're a dumbass! I saw bodies. I didn't look to see if they were men or women. I know I personally didn't kill any women. Well, I got a few with rockets...(Max took on a sorrowful worried look)...I hope none of them were women. I checked a couple of them out, you couldn't tell what they were. Are you sure you didn't get body parts of two thinking it was one? I know I got two with one rocket. They were fighting it out and I took both of them out with one shot. There wasn't much left, if you know what I mean. What are you assholes doing putting women into this hell anyway?" Max answered.

"Mr. Fallon, I would hold my tongue if I were you. There was a man with his throat slit also. We didn't issue any kind of bladed weapon at New Detroit. How do you suppose he got his throat slit?" He asked, sitting back in his chair, rolling a pencil between his fingers.

Max looked at him like he was crazy but glad to get off the subject of Gina. "Am I suppose to know how everyone in the place died and who killed them? Tell you what...Ferris," Max said, picking up the name plate on his desk, "You go into the next one with us and find out who does what if you like."

"Max you know if we find out you pulled something illegal in there we will execute you on the spot?" He asked.

"Ferris, you're doing a good job of executing all of us anyway. You think what you guys are doing should be legal? Are you trying to scare me? You couldn't scare me with any of your pathetic threats you weasely little bastard. Why don't you pull your gun and just shoot me now?" Max stood up and leaned over his desk and got in his face.

Ferris hit a buzzer on his desk. Several guards came and took Max back to the lineup. The others were getting their chips applied. Max forgot Ferris hoping he had convinced him he didn't know anything. He started looking for his prey. He hated to think like that but someone in this line was going to die to free Max. He was excited to know Gina had made it out undiscovered. He watched them applying the chips when he got closer. They were doing something different. When the guy two down from Max got his chip, Max noticed that they had stuck him with some kind of needle. The guy let out a moan and moved on. Max watched as the next guy got stuck and then the guy beside Max. It was Max's turn. A man in a long white coat ordered Max to raise his shirt and placed a device into the end of the syringe. The needle was flat and wide and very sharp. He stuck it in Max's chest and pushed. The device disappeared under Max's skin. 

"What's going on? What's this?" Max said rubbing his chest, a trickle of blood ran down.

"The new chip design. Someone figured out how to beat the system." The technician told him. 

Max's heart sank into his stomach! Oh no! Chips under the skin?! There was no way to transplant it! Max's hopes fell to pieces. He studied the new chip. He couldn't see how it would be possible to work his plan with these chips. He kept thinking but nothing came to him. He moved on down the line. The next tech placed a handheld device over Max's chip and hit the enter key on his keyboard. The computer ran some data and beeped. The tech ordered him to move on. Just that quick he was activated and ready to die. 

Max climbed into the helicopter in despair. Now he felt sure he would never set eyes on Gina again. He stared straight ahead, a dead look in his eyes. Max didn't pay attention when they took off, but before they got to the drop zone he came to his senses and got into a kill or be killed frame of mind. They flew over water for a couple of hours. The six copters slowed and circled a small island. The island must have been about three miles long and not more than a half mile wide. It narrowed at the southern tip. Max saw an old lodge or house of some sort near the middle of the island. He noticed a pile of trees lying near the southern tip. The only break Max got was that his helicopter hovered over the bank near the southern end. The doors flew open and everyone started jumping out. When Max hit the water the next guy out landed on his ankle. He felt it twist and something snap inside. He hobbled to the shore. Everyone on his ship headed toward the lodge or at least in that direction. Max headed south. There were no barriers here, no need, where would anyone escape to. Max realized he would never have been able to pull his patch replacement plan off here anyway with no way off the island after everyone left. He limped into the trees and disappeared. The fluttering thud of the choppers engines disappeared into the distance. The only sound was the water lapping against the shoreline. That sound slowly faded as he moved inland. 

He had to find a weapon. He searched for the blue color of the containers. His ankle was getting better as he continued on, soon he was walking almost normally. He got to the fallen trees he saw from the air. They were lying in a clearing about thirty feet round. He crawled between two of them into a great hiding place. He could stay in here forever no one would ever see him. He studied it for strategic possibilities. He could see out in all directions. You couldn't sneak up on him here. He left his 'fort' and headed on toward the south shore. Soon he could see the water and hear the sound of it lapping again. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 02



There was a stand of trees that was the last piece of land before you entered the water. In the middle of the glade was the familiar blue container. Max sighed a sigh of relief when he popped it open and saw a forty-five automatic and two boxes of shells. He searched for liquid shells, he didn't find any. He would be happy if there weren't any on this island. He filled a clip and loaded the gun. He sat back and took a deep breath. He couldn't care less about food right now. He walked to the water and tasted it. It was fresh water, he sure didn't worry about water now. They must be on an island in the middle of a lake. Max studied the horizon for land. He saw nothing, must be a big lake he thought. 

The sound of gunshots began to ring out intermittently. Max couldn't care less if the others killed each other and he got out of this without firing a shot, he knew that wouldn't happen. Max went back to his hideout. He would work his way up the bank on the eastside of the island after dark. He settled in to take a break.

When Max felt it was dark enough he slipped out of the trees and headed toward the north end of the island. He stayed as close to the waterline as he could without getting too wet. It would be getting chilly later and cold feet wouldn't help him at all. When he had walked for almost an hour he noticed something dark riding in the waves next to the shore. It was a dead combatant. Max must not have been the only one that got jumped on leaving the copters. Max took a deep breath and checked the body for a gun. Nothing. He hadn't gone far when he saw two more floating bodies. No one had a gun before they hit the island, he left these two to ride the wash. Max figured that there were at least sixty guys out here, no telling how many women. Ferris came to his mind, Max wished he had punched the guy out. There were no women on Max's ride in and he hadn't seen any on the other copters or in the line to get chips. He pressed on toward the lodge.

When he had gone about as far as he thought he needed to be parallel with the lodge he headed inland. There were more than likely people sleeping out here, he inched forward slowly. Max decided to give up sleep tonight to get as much information on this place as he could. He felt secure in his hiding place to protect him to sleep later. Max almost stepped on the dark lump at his feet. He froze with his foot in midair. He listened for breathing. There was nothing. He slowly backed away. If he was asleep, Max wanted him to stay that way, if he was dead Max didn't care. He made his away around the area.

A shot rang out and a gun-flash lit up the area fifty feet ahead of max. It quickly went dark again. Max took aim in the direction of the flash. Max heard someone wheezing and then another shot and a flash and then silence. Max squeezed his trigger. His gun flashed and he hit the ground and rolled for ten feet or so in case someone was taking a bead on his flash. He heard a loud thump and a deep sigh in the trees ahead of him. Had he hit the guy? He thought so. Was he dead? Max gave a wide birth to the area. 

In an hour Max was clearing the cover of the trees surrounding the lodge. It wasn't as big as it looked from the air. It was dark but parts of the roof of the lodge showed up against the slightly less dark sky. It mostly disappeared into the darkness of the trees. There had to be others inside. Max noticed one thing of interest. It looked like a light pole, barely outlined against the night sky, standing beside what looked to be, must be, a chimney. If there had been electricity here at one time there must be a generator, or maybe a nuclear power plant on the north edge of the island? 'Ok.' Max told himself, 'no room for a wise-ass right now.' If there had been a generator then maybe it was still on the premises. And if it was still on the premises, then maybe whatever fuel was used to run it was still here too. Max got on his stomach and began to crawl to the lodge.

When he got to the corner of the timber walls he moved down the side, hugging the structure. He worked his way around the stones of the fireplace. He looked up and saw the light fixture on the top of the pole, his eyes had not failed him. The moon was rising and it was getting way too light to be out here. He worked his way on down the side of the lodge. He hadn't gone ten more feet when his hand left the wood and disappeared into nothing. He eased his hand further and touched glass. A basement window. He worked it opened. He slid into the basement. The thought that he might be sliding into someone's lap didn't hit him until he dropped to the floor. He froze.

It was too dark to see down here. Max felt around the room with one hand his gun at the ready in his other. There was a work bench along one wall. The next wall was empty. He got to a door on the next wall that he assumed went upstairs. He made his way around the room and bumped into a machine close to the place he had come in. He felt of it. It sure felt like a generator to him. There was a fifty-five gallon drum sitting next to it. He crawled beneath the work bench and went to sleep.

The basement was barely lit when Max opened his eyes again. The sun was rising; it would soon be light enough to see what he had felt last night. With each passing moment Max could make out more and more. He started to look around again, this time with his eyes instead of his hands. It was indeed a generator, it obviously hadn't run in ages. He tilted the drum. It didn't have much of anything in it but something liquid rolled around inside it. He unscrewed the lid and took a whiff. It smelled very combustible to Max. He checked the tank on the generator. It was full, at least two gallons Max estimated. He started to concoct an idea. He found an almost complete roll of twine on the bench. There was a window above the bench, a much easier way to get in and out. There were some old rusty tools. A screwdriver, pliers, crescent wrench and hammer. Max gathered them up, he didn't know why but he wrapped them in an old towel. He found two six foot lengths of metal pipe against one wall. Only metal pipe to most, a deadlier than deadly weapon to Max. 

He looked up to see a shelf along the top of the basement. It was lined with glass jars with some kind of canned goods. He took one down and opened it. Someone had put up some kind of fruit. It had long since gone bad. The smell almost knocked him down. There was a drain in the middle to the floor. Max poured the jars out, there were ten of them. The smell didn't linger long. He took the screwdriver and stabbed a hole in the crumbling rubber line coming off the generator fuel tank and placed a jar under it on the floor. He filled jars until the tank ran dry. He had seven full jars, he put the lids back on and placed them on the bench. He picked the drum up and laid it lengthwise on the bench. He opened it and filled two more jars. He had nine full jars. How would he get these back to his hideout?

Gunshots rang out close by. It had started again. He looked at the door. No way to lock it. He shook the generator. It was heavy but he began dragging it to the door. Soon he had the door barricaded. He heard scuffling up stairs. Two shots rang out and then a dull thump. Someone bought it. Max's heart stopped when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The doorknob began to turn slowly. Max aimed where he guessed a head might be. The door was pushed open a half inch and it quickly snapped back shut. Over and over the door was pushed and the weight of the generator pushed it back. Max breathed a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps going back up. He sat back in the corner and thought out his plan. The trees around the clearing of his camp were anywhere from three to six feet apart. He would tie the jars to the most strategic trees with the twine. Then he would tie a gun to each tree aiming for the jar on the next tree. He would worry about getting the guns later, he hoped there were plenty of them lying around the place by now. Then anyone entering the clearing would trip the string firing a bullet into a jar setting off the fuel and if that didn't set them afire it would at least startle them enough for Max to get the drop on them. Nine jars would just about do the trick. No way to test it, it just had to work. Max was hungry and there was nothing to eat. He got to work preparing his plan. 

Max wrapped each jar in twine until it was well insulated. This would get the twine back to camp. Then he tied the two pipe lengths together. He tied four jars to one end of the pipes and five to the other end. He tied the sets of jars to each other, this was as secure as Max could get things. He would wait until dark and return to the fallen trees. He guessed it was about noon. An occasional shot would go off outside. He guessed the others had made the lodge their area of focus. He peeked out the windows every once in awhile. He saw what appeared to be bodies lying on the three sides of the building he could see. He decided to check for guns while he was here and take them back to his hideout tonight. 

At one point during the day there was a huge outbreak of gunfire. It snapped Max out of a half sleep. He jumped to the window and peered out. Three guys were going at each other like animals. A fourth joined in before long. It appeared that two of them were hit by shots coming from the lodge. When the last of the four was running away a single shot rang out from upstairs, the guy hit the ground and didn't move. Four guns Max thought. He studied a rock formation toward the front of the lodge. Max had seen several outcroppings like this around the island. The rocks out front were about eight feet high and twenty feet long. These could come in handy later. He had a feeling he would be back here before it was over. 

When it got dark enough Max crawled out the window above the bench. He retrieved four guns and looked around for more. He found plenty of dead bodies with plenty of wafers but their guns weren't all there. They had either dropped them close by or flung them as they fell he figured but he could only find three more. He only had seven guns when he got back to the basement. He strung them together and attached them to the pipe. He slipped the pipe out the window doing his best to stay silent. When he got out he headed directly toward the shore. When he felt he was far enough away from the lodge he took a break. The stuff wasn't that heavy, he just had to make sure he didn't break any jars against trees or rocks. He munched on a couple of wafers.

Max was on the shoreline and headed 'home' before the moon was fully up. He wasn't worried about anyone being out here so he was making good time. His figure was dark against the water. A crash in the trees ahead and to his right froze him in his tracks. He lowered the pipe and sat it gently into the brush at the water's edge. He inched forward, he heard some more rustling. He slipped toward it, the noise got louder and louder. In a small clearing he found two guys fighting hand to hand. He could just make them out. They must have stumbled onto each other in the dark and now they were having it out. He heard one of them plead. He was giving up. There was no giving up here. He heard the hissing gurgling sounds of a man's last breath. Max took aim on the other one. He was too close to leave him alive. Before Max could squeeze off a round a flash and gunshot went off behind the man. He fell forward with a thud his last breath escaping as he hit the ground. It seemed they had attracted more attention than just Max. Max adjusted his aim and fired at the new comer. Another thud and moaning hiss told Max he had hit the mark. He collected the gun, making eight all totaled, and returned quickly to his stash. 

He was back in his hideout and munching on wafers in twenty minutes. They had been way too close to his camp for comfort. It worried him but he couldn't dwell on it. The last time he ate these disgusting wafers he had wine and Gina. His thoughts danced around her memory, her fragrance, her gorgeous face, her cute way, her sweet body. He longed badly for her but was glad she wasn't here with him now, not back in hell. He imagined that she was living it up somewhere safe, sound and peaceful. He wasn't far from wrong...

...Delores Atkins walked into Bob Tracy's office, the night editor at the Daily Digital. She had been assigned to him. She had to start somewhere. Her looks, attitude and confidence got her the job, it was up to him to train her. They were so impressed with her knowledge of this new W.A.R.S. outfit that they were planning on giving her part of the coverage of it when they started televising the tournaments next month. Bob kept asking how she knew so much about them, she would just shrug her shoulders and tell him scuttlebutt, word on the street. 

She would get the less exciting bouts, the more experienced people would pick and choose their venues to cover. She would get a column in the online publication. She could upload her articles from anywhere in the world and that is exactly where she would be, anywhere in the world. She would cover the action from afar and interview the Survivor, as the winner was being billed, when the thing was over. Tracy would edit her work and send it out for public consumption. It was a shot in the dark, a perfect place for a beginner to begin, after all isn't that what beginners do...begin? And she would be out there with Max, she would be looking for him. 

The IBC (International Broadcasting Company) won the bidding war for the rights to televise the tournaments and they would be sending teams all over the world soon. The perfection of the new antigravity camera would make the whole thing possible. These things hovered at predetermined altitudes and were controlled from a central location. Operators could watch the tournaments from the sky and never get near the action. IBC was pumping a lot of money into this, they would do anything to make it a huge payoff...

...Max woke to the sound of distant gunshots. He was taking a chance on setting up this barricade, working out in the open like he would have to. If someone came up on him while he was busy tying jars to trees it would all be for naught. He had to take the chance. He got to work. He placed the jars at the trees with the best advantage. He tied them when he had studied the placement and was satisfied with it. Then he worked on the guns, getting them aimed just right and secured to the trees stoutly enough. He used his own gun to place the ninth one but would have to get another gun somewhere, he couldn't be out here without a gun. He put only one bullet in each. They wouldn't be much of a weapon for anyone without shells if this thing backfired. He tied the handle safety mechanisms then the triggers. He had strings between every possible approach, no one could walk through here and not set off one of the jars. The brush was high enough around the trees that you would really have to be looking to see this trap. If anyone was studying the trees that hard he shouldn't have any trouble picking them off. 

He returned to the safety of the trees and relaxed. He had worked until afternoon. He heard shots from time to time, if the siren went off right now it would be fine with Max. It must be close to three o'clock to the best of Max's reckoning. He was getting impatient before long. He hadn't heard a shot in over an hour. He decided to head back to the lodge. 

He crept slowly up to the rock formation in front of the lodge. He eased up on top of it being careful not to expose himself to the view from the windows. There was a small crevasse on top of the rocks. Enough for Max to slide down into and be covered. No one could sneak up on him. He laid there and listened for any tell, tell signs. He heard nothing for the longest time. Then there was a shot fired from the lodge. He raised up enough to see a guy hiding behind a tree twenty feet from the rocks straight in front of him. Another shot rang out. Max took aim at the guy but decided to let the shooter in the lodge take care of him. Max was staying put and undiscovered. Max watched as the guy behind the tree got hit. But it was from behind! Someone was close, just at the bottom of the rocks as far as Max could tell. It didn't kill the guy behind the tree but when he turned to look behind him the shooter in the lodge nailed him in the back of the head. He fell forward and didn't move again.

Max heard someone scurrying up the rocks! They were just over the edge! Right above him! He saw a rough callused hand appear, reaching over the rock for a handhold. Max raised his gun without lifting his arm and took aim. A fierce looking face broke the plane of the rock. He was staring at the lodge and smiling as he raised his gun to fire. Just as he was about to shoot he looked down and saw Max. His eyes widened and he tried to jump backwards off the rocks. A shot from the lodge hit him right between the eyes. He fell back and Max didn't hear any more from him. Max closed his eyes to think. He snapped to attention when gunshots broke out in the lodge. Someone was inside with the shooter. Max took the chance and bounded off the rocks toward the lodge and flew to the back window of the basement. He scurried inside faster than he ever imagined he could move and he imagined he could move pretty fast.

Sounds coming from upstairs told Max they were still fighting. A gunshot would go off followed by several more and so on. Max heard steps approaching the door. Once again the door shook but didn't open. He heard the guy cussing as he went back up. Max knew he had to move the generator. It was time to face the music. With a few good tugs he cleared the door. That's when Max realized the man up the stairs had gone up to get a running start at the door. He was flying back down determined to open that door! There was nothing to stop it from opening now. The guy burst through the door and flew across the basement and slammed his face into the bench. He dropped like a rock. Max grabbed his gun. Max didn't know if he was unconscious or dead but he wasn't moving. 

Max decided to hightail it back through the window and take his chances outside. He heard more steps on the stairs. Just as he cleared the window a bullet hit the glass shattering it. Max felt a sharp pain in his hip. He slid away from the window and returned fire. He looked at his hip quickly, it was just a flesh wound, probably from the breaking glass. He heard more shots inside and the moan of a dying man. The shooter finished the man who burst through the door. Max backed away from the lodge firing at the window until he was in the cover of the trees. It was time to draw this guy into his trap. Max worked his way around to the front. There were two more guns for him there. Max knew he was up against it. He had watched this guy pop several dudes with amazing accuracy. Why did it have to be some sharpshooter? Max watched as the man cleared the corner of the lodge heading to the front holding a vest in front of his face.

Max raced toward his trap. He turned and fired at the lodge. He had to draw the guy with him. A tree exploded next to his head, the guy was following alright. A piece of bark slapped Max's temple hard. He ran toward the trap. He had to get there before it got much darker. If he ran through his own trap and lit the place up for this guy he would be a sitting duck. He fired his gun in no particular direction. The report behind him told him that the guy was still with him. Max's ankle was giving out on him. How fast was this guy? How big was he? He was a great shot, Max knew that much and size didn't matter. He kept flying as fast as he could. He fired again this time the report behind him was closer, the bullet hit a tree just beside him. Damn, this guy was good, too good! Max raced on firing, he had emptied two guns, he didn't know how many shots he had left. He was getting close now. He almost didn't recognize the place in the growing darkness. He dove over the string just as he got to it. He leaped over the fallen trees and turned to fire. He squeezed off three rounds...the fourth was silent! He was out of shells! He raced into the hideout and retrieved another clip from his stash! He was reloading when the clearing exploded to a yellow orange fireball. He looked up to see the shooter flying through the air spread eagle. Max reloaded. He could just make out the jars in the firelight. He fired at the one closest to the man, he missed on the first two shots but the third one hit the target. Another roaring fireball lit up the clearing. Max crawled out the opposite side of the trees and looked over searching for the man. He saw him stumble toward the trees. He was lit up by the fire. Max fired at another jar near him. He hit it on the second try. The shooter flew away from the flames and landed in the clearing. Max eased around the pile of trees to see the damage. The man laid there lifeless. Max walked up on him slowly. The man raised himself up on his elbows and looked at Max. This guy was a mess, his legs were bleeding; Max figured it was the effects of the exploding glass jars. The shooter looked around him for his gun, it was nowhere to be seen. He closed his eyes and laid back waiting for Max to shoot. He didn't. The man covered his face with his hands and let out a scary insane laugh. He looked up at Max finally.




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 02



"Shoot you son-of-a-bitch!" He yelled at Max. 

Max scanned the area for other guns. There were none. Max couldn't just shoot the guy. The threw his gun toward the water. The 'kurplunk' in the water told both of them that he had hit it. The man looked up at Max like a man given new life. He struggled to his knees. Max took a defensive stance and awaited his attack. They circled watching each other closely, illuminated by the raging fire. They were sizing each other up. Max knew his own size. He never gave anyone in this guys place much chance. 

The man lunged at Max, Max side stepped him and hit him between his shoulder blades sending the guy to the ground. He looked around for a weapon of any kind, as if he realized he would need one to do Max in. Max waited for his next move. The guy pulled a dead branch off one of the fallen trees and held it out in Max's face. Max kept his eyes on his opponents eyes. Just then another jar exploded and caught Max off guard. He was standing just a few feet from it. The extreme heat and glass hitting his legs broke Max's concentration just long enough for the guy to get in a good shot. He hit Max up side the head. His helmet took most of the blow but it sent Max reeling. He rolled several times to escape the onslaught. When he looked up he saw the guy disappear into the trees heading to the waters edge. Max was trying to be fair but he couldn't let the guy get away. He had to end it here and now, he was starting to feel stupid for not taking him out and ending it a minute ago when he had the chance. 

He chased him into the trees! The branch came flying around a tree and hit Max square in the balls, just beneath his vest. Max doubled over and rolled into the water. He came to his senses as quick as he could. The guy was running down the shoreline headed back north. Max stripped his vest off, taking it with him and took out after him. Max knew he couldn't outrun the guy so he would have a hard time catching him if he got too far ahead. When he got close enough he threw his vest hitting the guy in the ankles. It tripped him up and Max was on him in a heartbeat. He wrestled him into the water. The guy got several good blows into Max's ribs. Max put an elbow into his mouth and brought it back down on his collar bone, he heard it snap. The guy all but collapsed moaning in pain. Max got him in a headlock falling to his knees in the water putting the shooters head under. The last air left the man's lungs and bubbled to the surface...the siren sounded. It was on the north end of the island but it was unmistakable. Max was alive, it was over. 

The boats approached shore from the south end of the island where the fire was blazing. Max sat in the clearing surveying the damage. He had superficial wounds, nothing to put him in the hospital for a month, maybe a couple of days but no longer. He watched the soldiers enter the clearing from three sides. They didn't know what went on here but they weren't taking any chances. They ordered Max to lie face down and spread his arms and legs. He obeyed willingly, telling them about the jars of fuel that were still liable to go off. Max was too tired to fight any more. Ready to rest. He was one step closer to Gina. 

Two tournaments down! 



W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 03



Max was handcuffed, loaded on a speedboat and whisked away from the island. He huddled into the bottom of the boat and slept. He was uncomfortable but too tired to stay awake. He stirred at the all too familiar sound of the helicopter drawing near. A bright light illuminated the boat as it came to rest in the water. Max looked up to see nothing but the blinding light. The guards took Max standing him up and unlocking the cuffs. A rope ladder was lowered and Max was shoved to it and ordered up. Max took the ladder in his hands and was soon inside the chopper heading to who knows where. He fell asleep again.

Max woke when the helicopter blades began to wind down. He looked out to see the red glow of laser barriers. He asked the guard where they were. A temporary base W.A.R.S set up for the combatants he told him. They gathered them up and deployed them to the tournaments from here. The guards marched Max to the gate. The laser for the gate section shut down with a dying buzz. Max was pushed in and the laser fired back up. Max remembered the night Gina and he had spent loving with the dull hum of the barriers serenading them. It was louder now, just a few yards away. The red glow illuminated a field of small domes. They were each about nine feet tall and fifteen feet in diameter. There were two other buildings, mobile metal buildings on trailers. Max was led into one of them. His wounds were attended to and he was released.

Max was led to one of the domes; the door opened and Max was ushered in. The door was an indented area molded into the plastic structure. The door closed and locked behind him. There were no walls, just a continuous dome. It was cramped but dry and warm; a tarp served as the floor. There was a bed on one arc, you had to duck to get on it. These were very mobile units. There was one section that extended out from the apex of the dome and created a pie shaped shower area. There were towels on two towel racks on either side of the shower, and soap in a soap tray below the showerhead. Max hadn't seen any water source? But that was definitely a showerhead and two faucets. And there was a slanted floor in this area that obviously allowed the water to flow out of the dome. The floor of the shower was an arc that intersected the main dome and had a two-foot dam to keep water from running onto the main floor. The tarp would soak up any water that escaped. There was a musty smell in the place. Obviously, the tarp had had its share of getting wet. A table stuck out in one area. There was a bottle of water and a box of those nasty wafers on it. Why the hell couldn't they give them something else to eat? Anything to keep them alive until they could die, Max guessed. There was a pair of pajamas and a pamphlet entitled "(}W.A.R.S{)" lying on top of them. 

Max heard the dull clatter of a diesel engine approaching just outside the backside of the dome. There was a knock and a small window slid opened in the door about head high. A woman's voice announced that he would have water in about five minutes and would have about fives minutes to shower so he should get ready. Max could see her red illuminated eyes and walked to the door but the window slid shut. He turned to the shower. He heard someone fiddling with something outside by the shower, he assumed it was the woman. 

Max stripped and stepped into the shower. He turned the faucet...nothing. He turned the other one, still nothing. He heard a tapping on the shower wall outside. 

He heard her ask "ready?" 

He answered "anytime". 

The water came shooting out the showerhead. Max adjusted the temperature and began to soap. He held his face in the shower and washed away the last several days grime. He turned and laid his head back under the spray. He soaped his hair and worked it in. Then he noticed the small window in the door was slightly opened. It had been completely shut when he last looked. He figured the woman was getting some kicks. He turned back to face the shower and soaped his underarms and chest, hoping she liked his tight chiseled buttocks. He worked the soap down his stomach and soaped his pubic hair. He took his penis in his soapy hands and began cleaning the dirty boy. He closed his eyes and turned back to the door and placed a foot on the dam and soaped down his leg to his foot. He put his foot back down and washed the other leg. Then he had a thought. If he could keep her watching, maybe the shower would stay on longer. And he wasn't totally against the idea of giving some fat ugly thing a few thrills. Thinking of it that way didn't exactly turn him on. He imagined Gina standing there watching him. 

Max soaped back up his thighs and soaped his balls thoroughly. As he worked on them, he began to swell. He laid his head back under the water and soaped down his length and began to stroke himself. Soon he was jacking his fully erect penis in the direction of the door. He could feel her eyes on him. He soaped his back and shoulders letting his hard tool dangle wildly in midair. He twisted under the shower rinsing his back and letting his manhood flop from side to side slapping against his thighs with each move. If this didn't driver her crazy nothing would. Max returned to beating off as he rinsed, not wanting to get caught still soapy when the water went off. 

Max heard a man's voice outside the shower. It sounded like someone was getting their butt chewed out. They were. The window flew shut. The water shut off and Max could hear the man ripping her for having left this unit running for so long. Water was everywhere. It had been on for about fifteen minutes. Max was glad to pay the price for keeping the water on. The man demanded an answer. Max heard her state that she had just lost track of time. Max heard the man order her to tuck in that uniform and get this truck back to the motor pool, and he would talk to her about it tomorrow. Max imagined that she had her hand down her pants while watching him, why else would her tail be untucked. He smiled to himself.

Max finished masturbating, letting his cum shoot against the shower wall and run into the drain. He wiped himself with one towel and dried off with the other. He put on the pajamas. They were two sizes too small. His arms stuck out the sleeves halfway to his elbows; the legs came up to the middle of his calves. He took the pamphlet and lay down on the bed to read. He ate some wafers, washing them down with the water. There was a lamp at the head of the bed. Max didn't see any switches for any of the lights. They must be controlled from outside. Max read the pamphlet. It explained W.A.R.S., putting it in a wonderful light. They were servants of humanity. What a joke he thought. He almost threw up when he read the part about ridding society of its hardened criminals. Like Gina and himself he thought? The light above the bed began to blink. A sign came on stating that the lights would be going off in fifteen minutes. He laid back and thought about Gina. The lights began to dim and slowly faded completely, the dome was pitch black. Max drifted to sleep.

Sometime in the night there was a rapid soft tapping on the door. It woke Max from a deep sleep. He couldn't see a thing; he called out, "Yes?" 

The window of the door opened; the red glow outside poured through the opening. Max moved to the door. She was looking back and forth from side to side. 

"You want some company honey?" she asked.

"What?" he answered sleepily.

"Company, you know, can I come in?" she asked.

"Can I keep you out?" he asked sarcastically, imagining her short, fat and ugly.

"Not if I want to come in you can't." she answered.

"Well, come in then." he told her.

A larger window halfway down the main door opened. She instructed Max to turn his back to the door and stick his hands behind him out the opening. Max was reluctant. She said she couldn't take a chance that he would jump her and try to get away. He started to go back to bed but he noticed that those legs of hers weren't fat at all. She had on pants but what he could see looked nice. He decided to take a chance. He backed to the door and let her cuff him. He stepped away from the door when the cuffs were secure. The main door opened and she came in, it was black again when she shut the door. He saw just enough of her to tell he had imagined her all wrong.

She turned on a portable lamp she had brought with her. It filled the dome with a soft yellow white glow. He studied her, she was a very attractive blonde with wild curly shoulder length hair, slim body, curvy hips and the biggest breasts. He turned his back to her and stuck out the cuffs. She didn't move. He turned back to her; she was holding a gun on him.

"Not just yet. If you're some kind of crazed killer I want to know before you get free. Sit down." she said. 

"Look lady you're the one wanting to come in, if you're afraid get the hell out and take these cuffs with you." Max was about to decide he had made a big mistake.

"Settle down good looking. I just want to make sure you're not going to cut my throat; that's all. What's your name?" she asked.

"Max," he said settling back down on the bed.

"Um, Maxxxxx," she let his name roll off her tongue. "I like that...Max."

"What's your name," he asked.

"Lauren. My friends call me Reny. Well some of my girl friends scream Reny...sounds better than Lauren in the middle of an orgasm somehow, don't you think? " she said, smiling.

"Ok...Reny...now that you know all about me that you need to are you going to take these cuffs off or not?" he asked, looking her up and down. 

Max could tell by the sneaky smile on her face that she planned to play her game awhile longer. He was feeling stupid. She walked to the door. There was a combination lock box on the wall beside it. She put her gun and ID in it and locked it. She swiveled over to Max and knelt beside the bed, she took off her socks and boots. 

"Nice pjs," she said laughing.

"Yeah, I guess they didn't get my size ahead of time," he said.

"You know you're not the normal guy we get in this place. Most of them I wouldn't give the time of day, nasty and mean; usually a bunch of assholes. Why are you here?" she asked.

He didn't feel like going through his story just now. He told her that he had crossed against the light and got a ticket for j-walking. The judge gave him ten years and since he was so hardened they sent him here. She laughed at him, he got the idea she wasn't here to hear his story anyway. She ran her hand up his belly under his shirt. He stared at her huge round globes. Her nipples hardened slightly when she caught him looking at her. Max was sure this had to be the one watching him in the shower earlier.

"Did you enjoy the show earlier?" he asked her.

"Umm that's why I'm here now. Nice body honey. I thought I would take a ride on it. Want to?" she asked him and pressed her lips against his belly button.

Her hot breath caused his penis to jerk and start to swell. He laid back on the bed. He couldn't stop her if he wanted to. She unbuttoned his shirt as she kissed slowly up his chest. She unbuttoned him and ripped his sleeves off his shoulders and down his upper arms. The girl looked more like a wild animal than a horny woman. Max wondered if there was a difference between the two. She kissed his mouth hotly and raked her nails down his sculpted body all the way to his knees. When she got to his waist his peter jumped in his bottoms and she sucked in a deep breath and sighed out moaning softly watching it. She pushed his legs open and tickled up his balls with her long nails. His penis jumped like crazy. She kissed the underneath length of his swelling tool through his pjs. She unfastened the snap, there was almost nothing holding him in anyway. When the snap opened he popped out and she gasped.

"Umm, that's what I came to see." she sighed hotly taking it in her hand.

"See it long enough and you will cum again." Max told her.

She looked up at him through hot misty eyes. Max imagined her with her girl friends and how much fun that would be to watch. She took a deep breath and the third button of her blouse popped open. He could see the white lace on the edge of her bra against the tan flesh of her breast inside it, what a wonderful contrast he thought. He admired her bra, what a magnificent piece of apparel it must be to hold something that big in constraint. 

She kissed the head of his growing manhood teasingly with hot short kisses. Max was hunching up begging her to take it into her mouth. She obliged, opening wide. The girth barely passed through her teeth. She slid her fingers down it as she slipped it into her mouth. She jacked it in her hand as her tongue wet it as it passed between her lips. He was writhing like a man on fire. He couldn't move his arms, it was driving him crazy. She performed fellatio on him until he was crying out in pleasure. He drove up into her several times that caused her to gag and almost spit him out but she would slide the thick gorged sausage back into her mouth and continued pleasuring him. She had it so wet her lips made slurping sounds as she bobbed up and down on him. Now he saw why her friends screamed Reny.

"Ooh, ohhhh, Reny oh! OHH!" he tried to be quiet as she sucked the last drop of cream out of him.

She swallowed and buried her head in his stomach kissing his heaving body, hugging his penis to her face like a long lost friend. Finally he got his wind back and asked her to unlock the cuffs and he would return the favor. She stuck her tongue to the edge of her bottom lip and shook her head no. She stood up and took the top button of her blouse in her fingertips. She eased it through the buttonhole. His eyes were fixed to her every move. The second button held her blouse closed above the loose gaping third button. The second one gave up its hold. Her breasts tried to fight free but the last several buttons were too much for them. Slowly, torturously she undid them one by one. Her smooth flesh drew Max's stare like a magnet. His wet member lay limp between his thighs striving to come back to life. 

She eased her shirt out of her pants. She slipped it off her shoulders. Her bra was no match for those enormous breasts, they were spilling over the sides. She reached between them and unhooked her bra. They flowed out swaying before Max's eyes in all their naked glory. His admiration for that bra soared, one hook to hold all that?! That must be the strongest fastener known to man. She unbuttoned her pants with one hand and licked the index finger of her other hand and touched it hotly to her belly button. She ran her finger down her belly into her panties. She slid her pants down and inched toward Max as she stepped out of them. Her panties left little to the imagination. They were as sheer as any Max had ever seen. There was nothing inside them but smooth shaved flesh. She stood over him now and slipped her fingers into the waistband. 

"Want some?" she asked.

"Uh huh." Max moaned. "Unlock these damn cuffs Reny."

She took his head in her hands and pulled his face up to her. She began dancing slowly rotating her hips before his eyes. She pulled him close and rubbed the silk of her panties against his mouth. He bit at her mound with his teeth. She was driving him absolutely insane. She bent her knees dancing down until his face was buried between her sweating bosoms. He kissed them, their salty taste delicious on his tongue. She crawled onto the bed with him. She got on her knees and placed a dangling breast on either side of him. She began gyrating. They smothered his penis with their heat. He started swelling again. 

Max pulled his legs from beneath her and tucked his knees and had his hands in front of him in a single move. He stuck his feet back between her thighs and grabbed one of her mountainous breasts in his hands. He pulled it to his mouth and sucked her nipple in. There was so much there it would take him the rest of the year to give them their tongue bath. 

"Oh Maxy, you're not suppose to be loose." she sighed as his hot mouth kissed her swelling nipple.

When his tongue began to flick her flesh and he bit down gently on her she let out a deep, desirous groan. She pulled his head against her, his head almost disappeared into her pillow-like mammary. Her fragrance was sweet and hot. He could feel her damp panties rubbing roughly against his thigh. She jumped from the bed and stripped her panties off. She got back on him straddling his head with her thighs.

"Did you say you wanted to eat some of this?" She looked down her body and into his horny eyes.

He eased his face up, grabbing her ass with his cuffed hands and barely touched her moist folds with his tongue. She pressed down hard on his mouth. He could feel her sweating buttocks on his cool flesh. He stuck his tongue out to meet her body as she rubbed her vagina up and down his face. She scrambled for her pants and retrieved the key to the cuffs. She had him free and rolling on top of her as quick as she could. She spread her slender smooth thighs as Max slid down her body. She moaned in anticipation of cunnilingus. The closer he got to her budding flower the more she tucked her knees to her chest. As Max lowered his head to her heating lips he looked up to see her suckling her own nipples. She held one in each hand and switched them in her mouth from time to time.

Max spread her lips with his thumbs and began to gently kiss her delicate most sensitive flesh. Her moans got louder with each touch of his hot mouth. Soon she was gyrating against him, Max could hear her sucking her breasts wildly. As he kissed and licked her he slipped his thumbs between the hot cheeks of her burning bottom. She arched her back up and reached down to pull him up to her. He got on his knees over her. Her breasts washed over her chest and flowed down the sides of her ribs. She pulled Max monstrous penis toward her wet opening. He laid down melting into her breasts. She guided his head to her vagina. She studied his gentle eyes as the head penetrated her body. She gasped as he slipped her the first six inches. She was experienced but had never been opened like this. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pushed it to the hilt. Her moan came from down deep in her being. Max was use to touching women like this, like they had never been touched before. Reny was no different. She laid quietly taking him in as if she was concentrating on each delicious inch. She had her fingertips in her mouth amazed at the feelings he was causing deep inside her. As he drew back for the first full stroke she arched up and wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck like she were strapping into a roller coaster for a wild ride. Her eyes closed in time with his re-entry. 

"Oh Max, yes! Do you know what you do to a woman's body with that thing?!" she moaned and asked whispering softly into his ear. 

"I usually leave them sweat soaked and satisfied," he answered.

"That's what I expect," she replied.

Soon he was stroking her rapidly. He watched as her breasts moved in waves up and down her chest. Her breasts wouldn't have quit moving before the next wave raced up them and met the last wave moving back down. They were convulsing like Jell-O shaking in a bowl, a huge bowl. How could such a slender body carry such massive breasts? Max was amazed and timed his thrusts to maximize the effect. He kissed her nipples as he screwed her.

"Ooh Max! Max! OHHH MAX?!!" she sighed in his ear, her words melting into a high pitched squeal. 

Max half expected a pack of dogs to be howling at the door having been called by her inaudible squeak. Her vagina melted into a pool of hot creamy juice. Max drove into her harder and harder. Max was joining her in orgasm-land in short order. She cringed in his arms as he exploded in her. His penis jerked and swelled so furiously inside her it stretched her to painful lengths. They soon fell exhausted in each other's arms. Reny was sweat soaked just as Max had promised she would be. He swept her wet hair from her eyes and looked down into them. He wished she were Gina. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 03



She looked at her watch, the only thing she hadn't taken off. She exclaimed with a gasp that she had stayed too long. The barrier was opened at three in the morning to switch shifts. The gate was on a timed lock and wouldn't open again until later in the morning. She raced to get dressed; it was fifteen till. She left her bra off, no time to deal with those ladies. She shoved her feet into her boots without her socks. She got her gun, cuffs and ID and hit the door.

"See you around I hope," she said smiling back at him.

"Not much chance of that I'm afraid but maybe; who knows?" he told her truthfully.

"Oohhhh, then it was good to meet you Max. Keep that thing safe out there. By the way, how long is that wonderful thing?" she said, knowing where he was heading. 

"Thirteen inches last time I checked," he told her. He heard her moan wildly as she shut and locked the door.

The doctor showed up at Max's door the next morning, if you could call the guy a doctor. He examined Max's hip and other wounds. They were superficial wounds, nothing to worry about. There were several abrasions on his face from running through the trees and his ankle seemed slightly swollen. The doctor gave him a two-day reprieve from action. Max was free to wander the camp after this group was sent on their way. He took walks around the parameter looking out into the distance. It was pretty barren. He didn't see Reny again. He hoped she hadn't gotten into trouble. He didn't know she was leaving for a three-day weekend after she left him the other night. He didn't need any more sexual attention anyway; she had left him satisfied completely. 

It was his third day there and the doctor informed him he would be shipping out tomorrow. Other combatants had been filtering in the whole time. Max was restricted to his dome when they began to show up. They did bring him a last meal with his usual fatigues and boots and stuff. He ate and tried to get his mind ready...ready for what? No one ever told him where they were going. He heard the choppers coming. His door was opened and the bustle outside was turbulent. He was rushed outside and lined up with the others. There were four choppers sitting in the open end of the camp. The prisoners were soon pushed through the line to be activated like cattle going to slaughter. Max thought the cattle might have it better. 

The senior officer called the men to line up facing the barrier. The guards surrounded them taking aim at the group. There were about forty men. The senior officer began to speak.

"For those of you who know about barriers this will be old hat to you. For those of you who don't know about them this demonstration will be quiet effective I am sure," he said, motioning to the guard at the gate, the barriers shut down. Max thought the silence was deafening.

"See they are perfectly harmless," the officer said stepping outside the barriers and back into the compound. He motioned again and the barriers fired back up and their dull hum again filled the air.

"Nothing to worry about," he said and motioned to two guards near him. 

The huge guards grabbed a small prisoner in the front close to the barriers. They took hold of him and tossed him through the barriers. He let out a fierce scream and fell silent as the barrier exploded and buzzed like crazy. The man dropped into several pieces on the outside the parameter. Blood was everywhere. Max stood watching in amazement. The barriers settled back into their dull hum.

"Well, I am sure you all have a new respect for these things now. Have fun out there," the officer said, he motioned to the guards and they were herded to the helicopters. 

When the group of four choppers carrying Max and the others reached their destination there were already three other helicopters waiting on them. They were sitting down in an abandoned warehouse complex. The barriers were there, waiting to be turned on. 

There was a more orderly landing this trip in. They were marched out of the copters and lined up around the boundary and held there. Max saw at least three women down the line standing there, waiting. He figured there must be at least seventy combatants all together. When the senior officer in the group saw that everyone was ready he blew a whistle and the other guards released them to enter the arena. The scramble was crazy, guys were hitting each other and jockeying for the best position, Max wondered what the best position could possibly be. He watched as the idiots ran over each other, he ignored their gender, he couldn't help anyone this time, he thought about the chip implanted in his chest. He heard the barriers buzz loudly and settle into their monotonous hum. He heard a scream behind him. He looked back to see one guy that had stumbled just as he passed the barrier. One leg was severed just below the knee; his other foot lay on the other side of the lasers. He was scooting away from the barrier on his back screaming his lungs out. An officer leaned over and said something in a guard's ear. The guard shot the man where he lay. 

Max slipped down a narrow corridor between two smaller tin buildings on the outskirts of the main structure. Max could see that there were several buildings in the complex. He looked for some place up high to get a better advantage point. He saw a catwalk running along the top of one to the larger buildings. He didn't want to go there but there must be a way up higher. He headed that way. 

As he passed a dirty window of the building on his left he noticed a blue container. He found the door on the other side and kicked it in. He threw the top off and found an Ultra and a box of shells, no liquid shells thank goodness. He loaded the gun. Once more he breathed easier being armed. There was a canteen of water this time. Max hooked it on his belt and headed out. 

Max shot across the open area and rolled through the open door of the large building. He heard shots echo as he came to rest behind an old workbench. The sound of the bullets firing was unmistakable, Ultras. Max noted their unique report, he had hoped somehow he had found the only one; oh well. Bullets were bouncing off the tin walls echoing through the open building. One shell hit above his head and rained plastic shards down on his head. Damn, he thought, liquid! One of his worst fears was realized, liquid shells!

It must have been some sort of factory at one time. It looked like it had been gutted ages ago and left to rust away. Max saw windows going up the front wall on a diagonal. There must be as stairway up. He saw a door at the corner where the front of the building met the wall close to Max. He made his way to it, it opened and he disappeared inside. There was a staircase just ahead of him, it was about four feet wide. Max made his way up. It grew darker as he got higher; the only light was sparse coming in through the windows looking out into the main building. When he got to the top there was a ladder going on out the roof, a closed trap door at the top of the ladder, to the catwalk he assumed. Being up high and standing out like a soar thumb were two different things, Max didn't want to be on the catwalk. He punched the trap door with his gun; it was open. He threw it back thinking that anyone that followed him might go up and hit the catwalk instead of staying with him. He continued through the hallway to the opposite side of the building from where he had come in.

Around the corner was a row of offices or control rooms that ran about half the length of the building. Max noticed a large crane rail that ran the entire length down the middle of the building. There were offshoots of the rail running up to some of the control rooms. There were chains ever so often hanging from the rails to about five feet off the floor. They must have worked on very heavy objects in here. There were no signs of what it had been and Max couldn't care less. He made his way to the first room. He hoped he was the first one up here. He found a blue food container and a long plastic tube about four inches in diameter in an old metal cabinet. The container was full and unopened as far as he could tell. Pretty good evidence that he was the first one here. The gunfire never stopped. He emptied the wafers into his pockets and hooked another canteen on his belt. His attention turned to the tube.

He pulled it out of the cabinet and unscrewed the lid. He knelt down and poured the contents out onto the floor carefully. A sniper's rifle slid out! Max had hit the jackpot. It was if they were rewarding the intelligent. You get up high where you could use a sniper's rifle and wa-la, there it is. A box of shells slide out along with the rifle. He took his loot and headed to the next room, he wasn't staying in any one spot for very long at a time. In the next room he found nothing of use but he pushed an insulated ceiling tile up and found a crawl space above it. He could hide here forever. He popped his head up and looked around. There wasn't much light but that was good. He crawled in and replaced the tile. There was a steel I beam running along the outer wall of the rooms. Max made his way down it toward the middle of the building. 

He hadn't gone thirty feet and came upon a hole in the tin wall looking out into the building. He decided this would be a good place to checkout his newfound rifle. It had a silencer on it and a high quality scope. He sat beneath the hole for the small amount of light it provided. He loaded the clip and put it in the gun. He got to his feet. He placed the silencer just up to the wall so that it didn't show to anyone outside. He looked out over the floor, when he saw something he thought might be a combatant he checked it in his scope. He spotted several guys running from spot to spot. The firing still hadn't slowed down. He saw several bodies lying around the open floor. He didn't want to make himself too obvious. He would site out combatants hiding and leave those in the open alone. He would pick them off one by one. He had fifty shells for the rifle. He had to make each one count. 

He saw someone move behind a stack of crates across the building; he scoped in. A guy sat there breathing hard from what Max could see. He didn't look to be hurt just tired and resting. He was loading his Ultra. Max focused the scope, the guy had brown eyes. He put the crosshairs between those brown eyes. He could only hope that it was sited in and ready to go. Max squeezed the trigger. He watched as the man's head jerked in the scope, a trickle of blood ran out about a half inch off of Max's aim. Good enough Max thought. The man moved out of the scope. Max looked out to see a lump piled where the guy had been sitting. Max didn't care much for what he had just done. He had no choice he had to live. 

Max sat down on the beam and stretched his legs out on the ceiling tiles. He laid the rifle down on the beam and placed the Ultra on the other side of him. He unzipped his vest and settled back to take a break. He closed his eyes and thought about Gina. Even though he had had great sex with Reny, Gina was the one he wanted in his thoughts. 

He wished they were together. Making love...Gina was lying nude in a bed of soft green clover. The mountain air filled their lungs; it felt so good on this beautiful summer day. Max sat down beside her; he was nude too. Her waist long red hair blew in the breeze. He began to massage her back slowly, gently, brushing her hair to one side. She took his hard penis in her hand and gently slipped her lips over the head and kissed him lovingly. He laid his head on the firm twin mounds of her buttocks. He caressed her to him rubbing his face on her soft smooth skin. She lay down on top of him and pressed her firm tender flesh against him, she kissed his lips gently. She laid her head on his neck and screamed...and screamed...Max woke to the sound of a woman screaming nearby. She was in one of the rooms beneath him, but which one?

He listened closely. He moved in the direction of her screams. How did she get up here? Why would anyone be screaming? That would only draw attention. How long had he been asleep? Her next scream came from just below him. Max lifted a ceiling tile. He saw a man on top of a woman; she was on her face, stripped naked from the waist down. She was fighting for all she was worth; he must have outweighed her a hundred pounds. He pulled her up on all fours. Max watched as the guy began taking her. Gunshots from the floor covered her screams from downstairs but Max heard them all too clearly. Soon the guy was groaning and hunching her harder and harder. When he was through with her he stood her up, grabbed her by her vest and threw her headfirst through the plate glass window! Max watched in horror! He couldn't do anything to help her. She was dead the minute this asshole got his hands on her...hell, she was dead the minute she got dropped into this tournament. She had to die anyway. Max worked his way back to the hole in the wall and looked out. He could just see the pool of crimson spreading out on the floor below. There was one of the offshoot rails leading to this room, if she could have just made that she wouldn't...no sense in beating a dead horse, she was gone.

Max eased back above the room. The guy was looking out the broken window toward the floor and her dead body. Max jumped from the beam and crashed through the ceiling. The guy turned startled and looked Max in the eyes. He looked at his Ultra lying behind Max. Max was unarmed, at least as far as this guy could tell. When Max kicked him in the chin with a spinning jump kick his last thought as he flew backwards out the window and dropped the forty feet to the floor was that this guy had all the weapons he had needed. 

Max knew the guy's blood was mingling with the woman's by now. But that had been too much attention to his location. He was climbing back up when he heard someone running down the hall headed his way. He dropped back to the floor and grabbed the Ultra. As the footsteps reached the door he let go with the machine gun. A body slammed against the opposite wall of the hall and fell to the floor with a grunt. Max didn't care to see the outcome. He disappeared into the ceiling. 

The gunfire was dying in the building. Max would hear an occasional shot in the distance. He sat and thought about that woman's horrible last minutes. When he got out of this thing he would fight to have this abominable organization shutdown. He even had visions of hunting down the leaders of this thing and putting them all in a room with one knife and killing the last one standing himself. He got his rifle and returned to the hole. He didn't see anyone move for almost an hour. Apparently, everyone was out of the building and fighting in the other areas of the complex. The sun was setting and as usual there was no electricity so there were no lights after dark. Soon it was black in his sniper's nest, there were no sounds of any kind. 

Max noticed a red light blinking in the dark where he had laid his rifle. He picked it up to see what it was. He pushed the red light it went off. That was weird he thought. He looked through the scope. It was night vision! He looked through it, he could barely make out the structure of the ceiling. He made his way down the hallway to the catwalk. What seemed to be a bad place in broad daylight became a whole new story now. He poked his head out into the cool night air. It felt good after being in the ceiling. He took a seat scrunching down; making as little of a target as he could just in case someone else had one of these night vision scoped rifles. He began sweeping the area with the scope. It was amazing what he could see. He looked at the barrier, it blazed in the scope. It was much too bright to look at. Finally he found a glowing lump lying lifeless somewhere on the ground. They had to be alive, their body heat had to be the glow. He took aim on what he thought must be the head. He squeezed the trigger. The lump moved several feet then came to rest. Max looked for another one. Ever so often he would look back at the first target. It finally didn't show up. Max decided he must have killed them and their body had cooled down. He didn't know if he could keep this up but how could he have this chance and not take it. Max took out seven before he returned to the ceiling to get some sleep. He was starting to have trouble living with himself. He didn't sleep peacefully.

Max lowered himself quietly down into the room below his sniper hole. He eased into the hall. He looked to his right to see a body lying where he was sure it would be. He got the dead guy's gun. He moved back to his left toward the stairs. It was dark in the hall. Light through the windows lit the stairs. He eased down them. When he got to the door entering the open area of the building he reached for the door handle. It turned before he could touch it. Max jumped back as the door opened. He fired his Ultra running back toward the stairs. He heard the man outside the door let go with his Ultra also. The sound of the other guy's gun raced down the wall passing Max. Max fired at the sound and the other gunfire stopped. Max emptied his clip and reloaded. He had two clips for switching. There were holes in the tin where his bullets had pierced the wall. The other guy's bullets hadn't. Max stuck his head out the door; his heart was pounding like a drum. The man was lying where Max had stopped firing. He scanned the area; he didn't see anyone. He rushed to get the guy's gun. He looked at the wall. Plastic splatters strafed the wall where the man had fired. One strike against liquid shells Max thought. They would penetrate flesh but not much more. 

Max worked toward the pile of crates where he had made his first sniper hit. He collected the Ultra. The clip was full. He had two full guns and three empty ones. He took time to fill all the clips and load the other two. He loaded his extra clip and had it ready; he left one gun without its clip. Four guns and one extra clip should be enough. He was out of shells. He had four full guns, one spare clip and his rifle and its shells. Now if he could only live long enough to use them. He was making his way to the huge double sliding doors that stood open. They were the main light source for the building. The sun was close to high noon to Max's best guess. There was an office in the corner of the building on his way to the doors. He stuck his head in. There was a desk and supply cabinet behind. He searched the desk, nothing. In the cabinet he found an almost empty first aid kit and a roll of duct tape. He taped the Ultras together in pairs. He tucked the tape into the large pocket in the front of his pants along with the first aid kit. He continued to the doors, dual Ultras hanging off each shoulder. He needed more shells but he felt like his chances were better than even if he would be careful. 

Max crept to the outside corner of the building. There was another large building behind the first one. It was the same size, about fifty feet away. There were piles of rusting steel in the area between them. Great places to hide. There was a ladder just above Max attached to the side of the building, it led up the side and along the roof line to the catwalk where Max had sniped last night. Still not a good place to be he thought. Max crept in and out of piles of steel. His eyes were busy between the piles and the windows of the second building. The barriers were about fifty yards past the second building. Not much space for seventy people. It must be closer to thirty by now, maybe twenty, who could know for sure? Max froze when he heard a piece of steel slide off a pile somewhere ahead of him. He poked his head up to see if he could see anyone there. Suddenly a door of the second building shot open and machinegun fire riddled the pile. Max was watching as a guy dove over the pile. He was hit and bleeding. Max took a bead on the door and let go with one Ultra. He saw the guy fall backward into the building. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 03



He made his way over the piles to check on the guy he saw get shot. He was gone, liquid shells shredded him. He watched the windows and door and crept forward. This guy couldn't have been standing here shooting if there were others in the building. They would have shot him long before he could have opened the door and taken that first guy out. He eased through the door hoping he was right. He pressed his back against the wall and slunk along it to his left. Max heard a blast! From across the building a red ball flew in his direction. He dove to his left and raced down the wall. The ball hit and knocked him another twenty feet. There was a bathroom in the corner, he dove into it; he needed a bathroom just now. What the hell was that?! There was a door in the bathroom that led out into the yard. He hurried through it just as another blast went off. The bathroom exploded in flames. What the hell was that?! Max headed for the piles between the buildings. Someone had found some nasty weapon. Max tried to catch his breath but he was afraid he didn't have time. He couldn't quit asking the same question, what had the army come up with this time? He had never heard of anything that would do what he just witnessed. He just wished he wasn't the target. He said goodbye to Gina in his mind and heart. 

Max was on the wrong end of the buildings to get back into the first building quickly. He raced around it and made it back into the smaller building where he had first entered the arena. Why wasn't that weapon repeating blasts quickly? A red ball hit the side of the building, the explosion knocked Max across the room; it dented the building! The whole wall was caved in! He expected the next one to melt the building completely. He left out the door on the opposite side. Why hadn't this guy fired again? The next blast knocked the windows out and dented the opposite side of the building from the first blast. 

Max decided this device had to charge or it took some time to reload or something. He worked his way around the buildings. He saw a guy rushing toward the building carrying...Max didn't know what that was. He jerked his sniper's rifle to his shoulder and took aim on the moving target. He led him and squeezed off a round. He lowered the rifle to see the guy go tumbling head over heels. He was still alive, Max let go with two Ultras when he got in range. Max's adrenaline was running high. He didn't quit firing until both guns were empty. Then a guy raced toward him firing from about thirty feet away. Plastic rounds pounded into Max's vest, he raised his other two Ultras and let loose. The guy froze in his tracks surprised that Max had another gun. He tried to turn and go back the way he had come but Max took him out. Max studied himself for wounds. The shells had all impacted on his vest, no damage done. He grabbed this new weapon and headed back to his sniper's nest. There couldn't be too many people left now. 

When he got back to the room under the hole in the wall he studied this new contraption. It was some sort of battery operated gun that fired some weird projectile. It was about four feet long and about eight inches in diameter. He studied the trigger mechanism, he thought he knew how to fire it. Max saw the results of its power, but he had no idea what it was. There was a 'ready' light blinking on the side. He found a switch and turned the thing off, he might need it later and he didn't want to fry himself right now. It made a strange buzzing sound as it shut down. He noticed a 'charging' light beside the other light. He also found a delay dial. You could set a delay and have the thing go off up to two minute after you pulled the trigger. Max was wishing he had time to test this thing, there was no writing on it. He didn't know how much battery it had left. He was pretty sure that it had to recharge between blasts. Where had this thing been? Were there others like it in here? Why had it taken so long to get it into action? Once again Max had more questions than he did answers. He took it and climbed back into the ceiling and looked out the hole. He didn't see anyone following him. Someone was alive in here with him though! He prayed for the siren to sound.

Max woke early the next morning to see the barrier sitting just a few feet from the double open doors. He could see the red glow coming in through a few holes in the other end of the building. They were trapped in this one building, whoever they were. Max knew he was one of them, how many others he didn't know. Every step could easily be his last. He sunk back down beneath the hole to plan his strategy. He only had part of a clip left, his rifle and this new gun, if you could call it a gun. First order of business was to find some more shells if he could. As the sun came up and illuminated the inside of the building he studied it to see if he had missed something earlier. 

He noticed that on top of the office where he had found the tape there was now a blue container. Had it been there before? There was a ladder attached to the building beside the office, he could get up. He spotted another container sitting in the double doors. Now that one wasn't there the day before. They must have re-supplied the place when they brought in the barriers. He could wait and try to pick off guys with his rifle or try to make it to more ammo. He sat back and thought things through. If he got to a point that he needed his Ultras he wanted them fully loaded and ready to go. He decided to try and make it to the containers. If he went down the stairs he would be the full length of the building away from the double doors. But if he went out the catwalk he could traverse the building on the roof and hopefully be out of sight of any shooters. He thought of one more trick. How long would it take him to get down the catwalk and the ladder on the other end of the building? He gave himself two minutes to be sure.

He taped this new gun to the metal structure of the ceiling in the room with the broken window. He aimed it roughly at the door leading to the stairs. He turned it on, the buzzing sound told him it was going, that and the fact that the 'charging' light began to flash. The 'ready' light came on in about five minutes. He turned the dial to two minutes and pulled the trigger. He was out the door and heading down the hall toward the catwalk. He was sure anyone inside could hear him running across the roof but that was something he would just have to deal with if trouble came up. He hurried down the ladder and dropped the last seven feet to the ground. The barrier was just behind him about eight feet away, not much room for error.

He eased to the double doors and waited for the fun to start. He didn't have to wait long. When he heard the blast he raced to the container and dragged it outside on the opposite side of the doors. The inside of the building erupted into flames. He heard gunshots from at least two different sources. He hoped they were shooting at each other. He didn't see anyone moving. The gunfire continued. He yanked the container around the corner and tossed the lid away, it hit the barrier and made a loud buzz and pop as it disintegrated. Whoever restocked them last night must have been reading Max's mail. The container was full of ready clips. He popped the old clips out and slapped four new ones in. He stuffed his vest and pockets full of clips. He headed to the door down the side where he had first entered the building when this bout began. The wall around the door to the stairs was black and still smoking. The two others inside were busy shooting at each other, at least Max made out two, he hoped that's all there were. He eased back up the stairs stopping halfway up and surveying the floor. He saw one guy huddled behind a stack of boxes just about where the woman and her killer had landed. He was firing in the general direction of the office. Then he saw the other guy move behind the crates where Max had made his first sniper kill. What should he do? 

He returned to the taped gun and aimed it toward the crates. He looked out the window to the floor below. There was a chain hanging from the offshoot rail to the floor. The other man was just below him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He set the timer dial for thirty seconds and got ready. As he climbed out the window rounds strafed the building beside him. The man behind the crates had spotted him, thank goodness he wasn't a very good shot. Why didn't that damn gun go off. Its amazing how long thirty seconds is when you're being fired at. The fireball shot out the window just as Max dropped onto the chain, he could feel the heat of the blast as it roared toward the crates. Once again, he didn't have to be accurate, just close. He couldn't wait to see the results or he would give the guy below him too much time to react. He slid down the chain Ultras blasting. He was firing two of them raining shells into the floor. Plastic rained back up toward him. He heard the guy at the crates screaming and the guy below him was rolling in the floor and firing back up at Max. Max's thigh exploded in pain as the bullets hit. The floor beneath the guy turned red. There wasn't much left of him when Max hit the floor. He took aim for the guy but he was barely breathing, the Ultra in his hand was firing air. His finger was locked on the trigger but he was out of shells. Max looked to the crates; they were ablaze. A burning figure was dragging itself out of the flames screaming. Max couldn't take it. He limped to the guy and fired a bullet into the back of his head. Murder, execution or self-defense? Max studied his own wounds; plastic shards riddled his pants. His thigh was in bad shape. Max returned to the other guy. He was still breathing but there wasn't much left of him. Max knelt down to his side and took his head in his hands. Max was covered in the guy's blood up to his elbows but he couldn't let him die without trying to comfort him in some small way. 

"Good idea," the man coughed, blood gurgled out of his mouth as he looked up at Max with dying eyes. 

"Sorry man, its kill or be killed, but you got me good," Max told him pressing his hand over his own wounds.

"Yeah...(cough, cough)...looks like you kill...and I'm killed," he said closing his eyes. Max didn't have the tears to cry. He pulled the guy's head to his chest.

The siren sounded! Three tournaments down...

The barriers shut down and an ambulance was brought in through the double doors to load Max and take him to a nearby hospital for emergency treatment. He was loosing blood fast and getting drowsier by the minute. They rushed him into the OR and started in on him...

...Delores Atkins and a handful of reporters were guided through the warehouse complex where the last tournament in this area had taken place just two days ago. She couldn't believe the destruction and blood stains all over the place. She hoped and prayed that Max had not been here. She asked the official guiding them the person's name who had won. She was taking notes for her article.

"Um, let's see?" he said looking at his notes. "A Max Fallon won."

Gina's heart stopped! But at least he had won which meant he was more than likely alive.

"Where is he, can we interview him?" Delores asked trying to act nonchalant. 

"Sorry, no interviews allowed, not until someone finishes all five tournaments, then you get your interviews," he told the group. "Besides Mr. Fallon has been relocated to a military facility unknown to us. He is quite a celebrity, he just won his third tournament. He's only the second one to do that, no one has won four yet. From what I heard about this fight he may not fare too well in the next one," he added.

What the hell did that mean! Fear gripped Gina's heart. What had happened to Max, was he ok? Was he so messed up that he wouldn't be able to fight in the next tournament effectively and be killed early in it? What?! Gina continued with the tour. She searched the place for some sign of Max. She knew he had been here and she longed to touch him again. She couldn't find anything. She picked up a shell casing left at the scene and put it in her purse. She wrote her story that night with tears in her eyes. No winners were ever named in the publications but Tracy would have to edit Max's name out of Gina's story, she had to see it in writing. Touching him in her mind...

...Max woke up in pain. He screamed and a nurse came into the room to check him out, two guards escorting her. He had been so drugged he had been out for almost twenty-four hours. She gave him a shot and soon the medicine took effect and he was once more resting peacefully. He wouldn't regain full consciousness for another day. When he did come too he looked out the window to see mountains. Mountains, he thought? There weren't any mountains where he had been. He rang the buzzer for the nurse. An older woman came in with two guards at her elbows. 

"Well, welcome back to the living," she said, taking his wrist and checking his pulse.

"Where am I?" he asked. 

"We're not suppose to tell you anything but you aren't in Kansas anymore," she said, smiling at him.

"Was I ever in Kansas?" he asked confused.

"I don't know where you were but you are here now and we have specific orders not to tell you anything. Are you hungry?" she asked, letting go of his wrist.

"Yes I am, starving," he told her.

Max shifted in the bed; pain shot through his leg like fire. He grimaced and lifted the covers to look at his wounds. He was bandaged from the hip down to his knee. He had several other superficial bandages. He lay back and closed his eyes. The nurse and her escort returned with his meal and left him alone. He ate and tried to make sense of the last several days.

They had him up walking in two days. The doctors told him he wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile. That suited him. He was never attended alone. The nurses had guards; the doctors had guards. No one entered his room without a guard. The guards had guards. Max felt like he was living in a glass bubble and in a way he was. He just hoped his bubble didn't burst.

They started rehabbing his leg during his second week in the hospital; guards were with him there also. His therapist was a nice enough young lady, Liz Hill. Max tried to be friendly with her but she was all business. In his third week of rehab she was starting to warm up to him but she was still too serious to get much out of. Then one day she surprised the hell out of him. She intentionally caused him to stumble so she could grab him around the waist. She slipped something off of her clipboard and stuck it into the waistband of his pajamas and whispered "read this" and helped him back up. When he got back to his room he pulled a pamphlet and a letter out of his pjs. 

The letter was an article talking about Max that some reporter had written. The by line read Delores Atkins. It was hailing Max as a growing hero on the world horizon even though it didn't mention his name. Pro sports had become so deluded with wealth that no one paid a lot of attention anymore but these tournaments were all the rage. The whole world appeared to be watching. She went on to describe the televising of future tournaments. All the bugs had been worked out and the right palms greased to get it off the ground. Liz had scribbled something on the bottom. 'You are bugged everywhere you go, everywhere. Flush these when you get through, please.' Max looked around his room suspiciously; he didn't doubt it a bit.

The pamphlet was on several new weapons the military was developing. Where had Liz gotten this stuff? He read on. It described a new 'plasma' rifle that fired bursts that exploded into flames on contact. Max had seen this one. It told about a smaller version that was just finished that would be easier to conceal, they didn't do as much damage as the larger one but it would do enough. Max couldn't wait to see this one. He read on about a new grenade launcher. One trigger would fire the grenades, exploding them into a ball of molten lead shrapnel on contact. The other trigger exploded the grenade inside the barrel and fired it out in pieces of one-inch hot lead shot. That should take out an army coming at you Max thought. He hoped he didn't see this one. He read about the new Ultras and the liquid shells. It sounded like the pamphlet copied what he had told the authorities about them and it probably did. 

When Max got to rehab the next day he thanked Liz and she went on like nothing had been done. She didn't even acknowledge that he had spoken to her. No matter her motivation for helping him he was thankful. When he finished his normal exercises Liz told him he would be starting whirlpool treatment this morning. She led him to the whirlpool room and handed him a swimsuit and showed him the dressing room. He came back in a few minutes and climbed into the water. It was hot, especially on his wounded thigh but he eased down into it one inch at a time. Soon he was fully submerged letting the healing waters swirl around his aching leg. When Liz came to get him out she leaned over the metal tub to check his leg. She whispered quietly, "You're welcome." She wanted to be friendly but apparently orders had been handed down for everyone to keep quiet where Max was concerned. She took the chance now to say her peace with the water roaring, hopefully covering up any sounds they might make. 

Then she really blew Max's mind. She gave his penis a squeeze and whispered, "Capt. Reed says hello." She winked at him quickly. Max almost jumped out to the tub at her touch. He asked her if Ali was here; she shook her head no and went about getting him out. She handed him a towel, she didn't even try to smile. He could see the smile in her eyes now but she didn't let on that anything had happened. About that time a doctor and two guards shot through the door.

"Hill!" He yelled.

"Yes sir!" She answered snapping to attention.

"You should have been out of here twenty minutes ago." He went on.

"Yes sir, the scabs seemed to be releasing and I wanted to give them a couple of more minutes to soak sir." She replied.

The doctor took a look at his leg and told her to carry on. He asked why she hadn't brought guards in here with her. She told him she was acting out of habit and had never needed guards in here before and had forgotten the orders but it wouldn't happen again. He left but the guards stayed. Everything she could say to Max had been said. She did inform him that she would be up to see him later in the day for another session of exercises. She left the room. The guards watched as Max returned to the dressing room and got dressed. They led him back to his room; lunch had just arrived.

True to her word, Hill showed up around three in the afternoon, a guard at each elbow. She took him through a series of leg lifts and knee bends without getting him up. The next three weeks were spent repeating this treatment, an hour each morning in therapy and an hour each afternoon in his room. There was never a chance for them to talk. Liz would wink from time to time and touch his leg more like a lover than a therapist but they never got the chance to be alone. She would brush her body against him sometimes. He loved it; he was getting back to his old self. 

Max was coming to the end of his second month of rehab. He was feeling great and almost had full mobility of his leg. Liz knew he would be leaving soon. She didn't see any chance of getting any friendlier with Max. She was getting bolder when touching him but tried hard to make it look like work related interaction. One of his last days she was in his room working on his thigh. She bent his knee up to his chest and slipped her left hand under the sheet and caressed his balls. He closed his eyes feigning pain for the guards' benefit. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 03



She whispered, "Sorry we can't..."

He knew what she meant. He didn't answer. He concentrated on the fingers kneading his testicles.

"Ali says you're awesome, wish I could find out," Liz winked at him, smiled and squeezed his balls hard.

One of the guards cleared his throat as if to warn her that they could hear her. She ignored them and continued working on Max. She ran her hand up his swelling length, raked her fingernails back down to his balls and pulled his leg back down flat. She was dying to see if what Ali had told her was for real. It sounded to good to be true but Liz never knew Ali to lie. They had been stationed together at one time and kept in touch. Ali screamed into the phone when Liz told her Max was there. Ali told her story over the phone for the next hour. Liz couldn't believe it but was ready to find out. There just wasn't any chance. 

The next morning Liz went to Max's room to get him for therapy. He was gone...!



W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 04



Max was on a plane headed east when Liz got to his room that morning. He had no idea where he was. There had been mountains around the hospital but that didn't tell him much. It didn't matter where he was, he was bound to end up in hell again soon at any rate. The plane landed and Max was transferred to a helicopter. He tried to study the place but there wasn't much to see. The chopper was in the air and headed away from the landing field in a flash. He had seen enough to know that there was an airbase but not much more. The door to the helicopter flew open and Max was all but thrown out. It took back off leaving Max in the middle of another 'dome city.' Max didn't know the official name for these places but who cared? He wasn't led to a dome this time though. The combatants were all huddled in the middle of the yard. They must have been waiting on him to get there. Soon the medical officer called them to attention. He didn't get much out of this bunch but they turned to listen to him. Once more a group of criminals stood in line being 'activated' for the next tournament. No matter how often this happened Max felt out of place, he just simply didn't deserve to be here. He was tired.

Soon five more helicopters approach on the horizon. They were soon loaded and headed to parts unknown. Once again Max studied the faces of his adversaries. None of them looked particularly dangerous but put an Ultra in any of their hands and that assessment changed. The chopper started to slow and descend. When they settled on the ground the door flew open. The wreckage of a huge military plane stared them in the face. Max studied the place making a quick evaluation. It was a dumping ground for old worn out military hardware, mostly airplanes. Old prop jobs. There must have been five hundred acres of the junk. There were forty-foot square piles of junk stacked as high as thirty feet separated by twenty-foot wide dirt roadways. The barriers were set up and turned on. Max noticed something new this time. There was a semi truck sitting behind them. There were several civilian vehicles around it. The logo on the side read 'IBC-Television of the Future'. A guard pushed Max telling him to turn around, that there was nothing for him to see back there. The guards weren't military this time either. They had on uniforms displaying W.A.R.S. emblems. They even had their own army now; for television Max was sure.

Max noticed something new inside the parameter of the venue. Antigravity cameras, the strange looking spheres hovered over the whole area. There must have been a dozen of the things. Max didn't give them much thought. He spotted the faint blue dot in the second pile of torn metal just to his left and ahead of him. He knew where he was heading when the signal was given to start. He heard someone behind him speaking. He couldn't make it out. The barriers went dead. Max flew toward the blue dot he had seen. When the barriers were fired back up Max heard several gunshots. How could anyone get caught outside the barriers? Didn't they warn new comers to hit the road as soon as they were shut off, before they turned them back on? These new guards probably had no restraints like the military would have. The more Max saw of this W.A.R.S. bunch the more he hated them. 

Max made it to the container and emptied the contents. An Ultra with four full clips and a new contraption he had never seen. He grabbed it and headed out. There was a gigantic crane sitting in the middle of the place. Max headed for it against his better judgement. There was a stripped out fuselage to Max's left. He darted in to take cover. He moved to the cockpit. The windshield had been knocked out, the controls and dials had been removed but he closed the door and sat down to inspect this new weapon. From all he could tell it was the smaller version of the plasma rifle. So would one call it a plasma pistol? The slightest suggestion at humor took his thoughts to Gina. He sat back and relaxed for the moment. He wanted to see what attention the crane would stir up. He watched it out the glass-less windshield and studied this new gun. It seemed simple enough. Turn it on...he did, the ready light came on quickly...pull the trigger. As soon as he had a living target to try it out on he would. The smaller version made a buzzing sound too but it was much quieter than the rifle. The buzzing stopped after the gun had been on for a few seconds. Curious, Max thought. 

Before long shots began to ring out. They were distant for the most part. Maybe Max was the only one stupid enough to head into an obvious death trap. He eased up and looked over the edge of the plane. There were two more large pieces of equipment sitting past the crane. One looked like a crusher, the kind used to crush cars in the wrecking yards. The other machine he didn't recognize. Max froze!

A figure moved into his peripheral vision to his left. He was right on top of Max but didn't see him. Max didn't even breathe. The guy moved toward the crane. He dashed across the roadway and into the cab of the crane. Well, ok maybe Max wasn't the only idiot here. Max moved back against the cockpit door and watched. He decided to wait on firing this new gun for the moment. What good would being in that cab possibly do this guy? He fired the crane up and began pulling levers and pushing buttons. Max wondered how much W.A.R.S. had paid for them to tear this place up. Machinery like this wasn't cheap. Max was sure it was a military installation. 

It wasn't long before this guy had the bucket of the crane rising into the air and swinging in a huge circle. Why didn't he just crawl up the boom and ask someone to shoot him? Max heard the bucket crash into a nearby pile of wreckage. Pieces of debris fell all around. The guy jumped out of the crane and left the thing turning in circles. What a dumb-ass Max thought...or maybe not. Max heard gunshots nearby. He sat back to let the games begin...without him! 

A sudden fireball exploded in the direction the want-to-be crane operator had fled. He came racing back down the roadway. His pursuer jumped into the roadway and aimed the plasma rifle toward the fleeing man. He pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He looked at the strange thing in his hands. He took aim again. This time a plasma projectile came blazing down the road just outside Max's hideout. It impacted something just past the cockpit where Max was sitting. Flames shot through the window. Max covered his face. The heat got intense but it wasn't enough to do Max any damage. Max wondered if the guy running away made it. The shooter ran halfway up the roadway toward the crane. He stopped out of sight to examine the damage he caused from a distance. The crane bucket swinging around caught Max's eye. It was going to hit the pile next to the shooter. A camera hovered and watched. Max waited. The guy looked up when the crane slammed into the stack of planes beside him...he looked up just in time to see half of an airplane come sliding off the pile on top of him. The falling wreckage snuffed out the man's last scream. Max wanted to get his hands on that plasma rifle if he could. He saw it lying beneath the fallen plane but couldn't tell if it would pull free. He didn't want to get one of those blasts fired up his ass bending over to find out just yet; he waited for five more minutes. 

Max eased out of the fuselage and looked around when no one showed up to check out the raucous goings on. Gunfire sounded all around. They were going nuts on each other again. Max looked up for the crane bucket. It was still circling but harmlessly now. Max flew to the rifle; it pulled free. He turned it off and he made a mad dash for the huge crusher. Since he was here he might as well add to the confusing noise of the crane. He found the controls and started pushing buttons. There was no power to the crusher. He raced to the other machine; same there, no power. It looked like some kind of metal shredder. There was a small 'house' on wheels sitting behind the two machines. Max ran to it. It was pad locked but Max kicked the door twice and it broke open. Max started flipping switches on the control board and pulling levers on the wall. He noticed lights come on at the shredders control panel. He ran back to the shredder and turned ever switch he saw. It started with a whine. 

When he pulled one lever toward the back of the machine, metal shards came flying out of a chute on the end of the shredder about three feet off the ground. There was a pile of shards ten feet high where the metal landed. He pulled the lever back up. Now that's a weapon, Max thought. Max crawled up on the side of the shredder to see what was inside. It was half full of chewed up metal. He wondered how long the shredder would run without emptying the metal through the chute. He left it running and went to fire up the crusher. No telling how long it would be before this place was crawling with combatants. Max looked up to see the camera staring back at him for thirty feet high. He thought about trying his new plasma pistol out on it but decided that was not a good idea. They might dock his pay for the thing. He laughed to himself and headed away from the crane. 

As was his usual choice he looked for a place high up. He noticed a wingless plane lying atop a large pile three roadways over. He made for it. From the backside of the pile he could see the plane also had no tail, the backend was open. If he could climb up to it he could easily slip inside out of sight. When he got to the opening and crawled in, the plane shifted on the pile. He stopped! When the plane quit moving he pulled himself to his knees. He had already seen one of these things come tumbling off a pile, of course it had some help from the crane. He eased to the cockpit. It seemed to be stable now; he opened the door and went in. He had a good view of the machinery and surrounding area. He saw several combatants moving about. Man what he wouldn't give for a sniper's rifle now. 

Max watched a guy sneaking down the roadway below him. He had some bad looking weapon in his hand. It looked like a metal box with a handle. He had a belt of weird looking ammo strapped over his shoulder. The grenade launcher! This had to be what he saw in the pamphlet. They had it all here. Plasma rifles and pistols, grenade launchers and Ultras. Max had three of the four, now he knew where to get the fourth. Why was Max suddenly feeling like a guinea pig for military arms testing? This place could easily be an inferno before this was over. He laid his weapons on the floor and settled back to think. 

If he couldn't climb into this plane without it shifting then no one else could either. Surely he would wake up in time to get armed if someone got in with him. The windshield on this plane was intact except for a small side window on the pilot's side. The dull roar of the machinery put Max to sleep. 

When Max woke up the sun was setting. He looked out to see the crane still turning. The barrier's red glow was growing brighter with the dying light of day. Max was beginning to feel like a hunter. Did he go out in the dark and find a kill or two; or did he stay put until daylight? His psyche was getting more and more twisted with each new day in this abyss of confused torment. He wasn't even supposed to have made it this far after all. 

As it grew darker he began to notice lights in the air shining on the piles of wreckage and the roadways. The cameras were searching the place for entertainment. As one flew close Max ducked back into the cockpit until it had passed; it made a strange whirling sound. It stopped and hovered over the crane and other machinery. All three machines were still running full blast. The shredder didn't seem to be having any trouble running without dumping its minced load. Max sunk back down against the bulkhead and shut his eyes. 

He hadn't been settled for fifteen minutes when all hell broke lose near the crane. Max's eyes shot open to the sound of a metal smashing explosion. He slipped to the windshield and looked out. Shots were ringing out around the machinery. It took long enough but the others finally got there. Max had wanted to cause any kind of commotion he could to draw the others in, then when they would start fighting he could try to pick them off without being seen. They would be too busy fighting each other to pay him any attention; at least that was the plan when he started up all that equipment. Well, they were here so it was time to get the ball rolling. 

He watched a minute longer to get the scoop on what was going on. The cab of the crane was on fire and a burning lump lay on the ground beneath it. Max hadn't heard a scream but he assumed the lump was a dead combatant. He took his Ultra and the plasma pistol, he left the rifle; it didn't lend itself to a quick get away. He turned the pistol on with its eerie buzz and eased toward the back of the fuselage. He climbed down the pile and started circling around the piles to come up on the crane from the opposite side. 

He could hear others scurrying about but he couldn't make anyone out. He made sure to stay out of the light of the barriers. The lights of the cameras were dancing all over the ground looking for the action. Max wanted to take one of them out but that would not be a very productive act. Killing a camera didn't win any points here, and giving away his position might cost him more than he was willing to pay for the pleasure of blasting one of them. 

He slipped around the piles working his way toward the machinery. The fire in the crane was fading; the bucket was starting to jerk haphazardly instead of swinging in a smooth circle. The fire must be taking its toll on the controls. Max saw a man two piles away from him outlined by the red glow of the barrier. Max started to take aim with the plasma pistol when the guy's position exploded in a volley of small fireballs. The sight turned Max's blood cold. There was nothing there when the smoke cleared. He knew what the grenade launcher would do now. Which trigger was that though? Max tried to remember what the pamphlet had said. One trigger fired the intact grenade at the target; the other trigger broke the grenade into pieces and fired one-inch molten hot metal projectiles. Sounded like an over grown shotgun to Max...one bad over grown shotgun. Well, he knew where to find one again, dead ahead. He took a deep breath and stepped out into the roadway. 

As he approached the spot where the man had been standing he heard something around the corner of the pile from him. He saw the profile of someone inching toward the mess that was a man just a minute ago. There wasn't much left from what Max could tell. There were several spots on the ground still smoking. Max checked behind him, he was concealed in the darkness of the junk behind him. He brought the plasma pistol up to bear on the figure. He pulled the trigger. With a violent swoosh the projectile fired out the barrel. Max saw the fear in the guy's eyes just as the explosion illuminated his face. Then the guy was engulfed in a fireball. He dropped the grenade launcher and started screaming and running. Where, Max didn't know or care. Max ran to the launcher, snatched it up and headed back to his fuselage hideout. This thing was heavy.

Max couldn't help but stop and throw up before he got there. He knew his convulsions could give him away but he couldn't keep it down. What he had just witnessed, what he had just done was too much. He started to throw the plasma pistol away but his common sense took over, pushing his emotions aside. He stuck the pistol into his vest and headed out. 

He dropped to the cockpit floor and put his face in his hands. What had he just done? He took the pistol from his vest and tossed it across the cockpit. He pushed the launcher away too. He looked at the plasma rifle barely visible lying in the floor and gripped the Ultra strung over his shoulder. He stared out at the dark sky. He placed the barrel of the Ultra under his chin! He put his finger on the trigger! Then, as if she were sitting right beside him, he heard Gina's voice... 

"Max, come home to me Max! I love you Max Fallon! Like you told me, live...no matter what...LIVE!" he dropped the Ultra and broke down crying like a little boy. He crossed his arms on his knees and buried his head. He was screaming inside but held the audible sound to a sobbing whimper. 

He didn't move the rest of the night. He didn't even stir until the gunfire started the next morning. He laid his head against the cockpit door and started to wake up. He had the strangest thought. If going from a state of consciousness to a state of slumber was 'falling asleep' was going from a state of unconsciousness to waking...'falling awake?' Why did this day have to come? Why was he 'falling' into this new day? How could he avoid the inevitable day ahead of him? He looked out the window. The crane had quit running during the night. The bucket hung limp in the air. The other machines were still running. He didn't move. What if he just refused to take part any longer? Then they would kill him. In the midst of the gunshots ringing out, the memory of Gina's sweet voice played over and over in his mind. He sucked it up and started scheming. 

There was no telling how many combatants were left. The gunfire was sporadic. Max looked at the grenade launcher in the corner. He would start his day learning how to work a new weapon. The grenades were two inches in diameter about four inches long. They were scored into squares to break apart easy. There were three loaded in the gun and two attached to the handle for storage; one storage slot on the handle was empty. Max took one of the two storage grenades and slipped the knob on the housing of the grenade into a slot in the empty cylinder. That was easy enough. There were two triggers. One in front of the other, offset about a half an inch. What had the pamphlet said about the triggers? The first one fired the whole grenade; the second broke the grenade and fired it like buckshot from a shotgun? Max couldn't remember exactly what it had said. Max studied the backend of the grenades. There were two target spots for the firing pins to strike. One must set off a charge in the grenade shattering it apart and then propelling it out the barrel. The other would fire the whole grenade that explodes on impact. The barrel was only six or seven inches. Man the pattern on the scatter must be devastating from close range. Max had seen some guys die in weird ways over the past six months. He didn't want to see this thing in action. Max took the launcher and the Ultra and began to ease out of the plane. 

The barriers had been pulled in during the night. They were forcing the action toward the machinery. Max slipped between the piles eyeing everything in every direction. You could walk right past someone hiding in this mess and never see them. He was standing at the doorway of a fuselage. He stuck his head in. The tail was gone. He could get this much closer to the crane without being seen. He crept in. He was almost to the open tail of the plane when he heard the unmistakable buzz of a plasma rifle being turned on. He swung around to see a combatant trying to fire the thing. He jerked the launcher up and pulled the trigger; he didn't care which one. The grenade hit the guy in the chest. His vest didn't provide much protection. Max didn't inspect the damage; he couldn't inspect what wasn't there. He did notice the sunlit area around the doorway turn red instead of gray. The recoil of the launcher almost knocked him out into the roadway. He was sure the explosion was going to attract attention. He pressed on toward the crane. He made a mental note; turn on those plasma weapons before you need to use them.

When he stood crouched across the road from the crane he looked in all directions and made a run for the generator house behind the two machines. He wasn't the only one there! He looked out the window and saw the barrel of the plasma rifle pointed toward the generator house from behind the crusher. Max dove out the door. He rolled twice and bounced to his feet and ran as the shack exploded into splinters and caught fire. Those damn things did a lot of damage. Max circled back to the shredder. One problem with those rifles, they were hard to conceal. The guy was easing up on the pile of burning wood. The shredder was still humming along but it was starting to sputter. Max moved to the handle of the chute. He saw the man's shadow cross from the crusher to the shredder. He was just around the machine from Max! Max's heart was pounding like a drum. The barrel of an Ultra came into view around the back of the shredder. Max took a deep breath and simultaneously dropped the lever of the chute and grabbed the Ultra. The metal shards exploded from the chute. The guy never had time to scream. Max saw the severed hand and arm fall from the handle of the Ultra. Max dropped to the ground, his back against the shredder wheel. Both machines came to a whirling stop. The fire finally burned the circuits and wires. The place was silent. Max shut his eyes...but they instantly shot back wide open! 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 04



No siren! There was no siren sounding! Max jumped to his feet and took off; bullets started ricocheting all around him. He danced through the hail of shells and flew behind a pile of tail sections. He raced down the next roadway firing back over his shoulder as he ran. He was panicked. He had to settle down and think. A piece of metal bounced on the next pile over. Max squeezed off half a dozen rounds before he realized he was firing at nothing. He ran down between the piles zigzagging down the roadways. He stopped to think. Something moved above him to his right. He pulled his Ultra up and let loose. A camera fell to the ground in pieces. He had to quit wasting ammo and giving away his position. He looked at the two Ultras. He didn't have much ammo left. Now he was wishing he had brought the plasma pistol. He looked back toward his hideout. He would have to back track right into this guy to get there. Or circle back around to it. He had the grenade launcher but didn't put much stock in it for a hand to hand weapon. It was too bulky. He saw the guy pass across an opening in a pile back behind him. He was heading in Max's direction. 

Max raised the launcher and decided to go for broke right here and now. When he saw the guy enter the roadway he pulled the trigger...and again...and again...until all four grenades were fired. They exploded and sent shrapnel flying. It was raining hot lead. Max loaded the last grenade and let it fly as he approached the blast sight. He threw the launcher away and took an Ultra in each hand. There was no sign of any damage except the impact holes where the grenades landed. He saw movement two roadways ahead. He ran toward the guy. At the intersection he ran to the next roadway. He was running parallel to the guy two roadways apart. Max took the next turn to get closer. He made the next right and almost ran headfirst into the barrier! He slid to a stop just before he hit it. There was barely enough room to walk along the pile of wreckage next to the barrier. Gunshots went off behind Max. A slug glanced off the back of his vest. It knocked him toward the barrier. He jumped onto the pile of junk. He scrambled down the edge to the barrier firing behind him. He was in a tight spot. He turned to look behind him as the guy got to the barrier. Max fired his Ultra at him...nothing...he fired the other one! He was out of ammo. He took off! 

He looked every where for a place to hide. He was headed to his hideout but this guy was right on his tail. He had to duck him first. Then Max noticed a plane with no glass in the window. He made a quick left turn, dove through window and landed in the cockpit. He crawled through the door and closed it behind him. There was a hole near the middle of the plane big enough to crawl out of. He sat down against the side of the plane to catch his breath. He sucked air as quietly as possible. Then he heard...?

..."I know he went this way but which way did he turn. Left or right from where I'm at? Left or right?" Max was confused for a second. Who was talking and to who?

There was a crack in the side of the plane. Max eased up to it and looked out. The guy was slowly inching down the fuselage just outside. If Max only had one bullet this thing would be over. Wait a minute Max thought. That guy's wearing a headset. Who the hell is this guy? Then it sunk in! Someone on the other end of one of those damn cameras, or maybe all those cameras, was telling this guy Max's every move! Max's blood ran cold. What did he do now? Had the camera seen him jump into the plane? Well, hell yes it did! Max was freaking out. Then he heard the guy say 'right' and he turned right toward the pile beside the one Max was hiding in.

Max had gone left. He dove into the plane to the left. The pile to the right was full of detached wings. Max tried to make sense of this whole thing. If the camera saw him go left but told this asshole to go right...? Maybe Max had a friend in high places. Now that the guy was off his trail Max headed out the hole in the side of the plane and back to his hideout. If he could just make it to that pistol...

Max was scurrying up the pile to his fuselage. He was just climbing in when bullets riddled the plane's side. A bullet hit Max in the calf. It burned like hell but nothing Max couldn't stand. He pulled himself into the plane. He grabbed his leg but kept crawling toward the cockpit. He heard the guy coming up behind him. He saw a plasma rifle in the guy's hand as he shut the cockpit door. Max grabbed the pistol and turned it on. He turned on the rifle too but left it lying on the floor. Maybe he could set the timer and toss it into the back with the guy. Then the plane rolled! The weight of two men was too much. The plane began to slide off the pile. The ready light on the pistol blinked. Max fired at the windshield and covered his eyes. The glass shattered. The plane was falling. Max was looking out the window at blue sky. He grabbed the edge of the window and pulled himself up as the plane fell. He heard a scream in the plane below him. Just as he pulled out of the window the cockpit door blew open and a blast of flame shot through it. The concussion of the explosion sent Max flying. The plane had begun to slide horizontally so Max was thrown parallel to the ground. He landed about thirty feet from the nose of the plane with a thud. He looked back. The fuselage of the plane was a fireball. 

The siren sounded...

Max tried to get up but there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder blade. The blast had propelled a piece of the windshield up Max's vest. It embedded in his back. He pulled himself to his knees and pulled his vest off. The inside was blood soaked. He tried to get his shirt off but it was too painful. He looked up to see a jeep racing toward him. Then he looked up to see four cameras hovering over him. Max always wanted to be a TV star...NOT! He grabbed his leg and huddled over. 

Four tournaments down...one to go!

The guards loaded Max into the jeep and took off. Max looked up to get one last look of this place. Why he would want to do that he couldn't figure out. Ever bump of this rough ride caused pain to shoot through Max's back. He slumped down in the floor and tried to hold on. 

...Gina almost lost it when she saw Max's pained face looking directly into the camera on the replay of the 'Airplane Graveyard WAR' as it was being billed. She hadn't been assigned this one but she talked another reporter into trading stories with her when she heard the winner was some guy who had won his fourth tournament. Gina knew it had to be Max. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reran it. No one expected her to not be emotional. She had put so much emotion into her reports so far that everyone was use to her tears. They even loved them. The other reporter knew she had been following this survivor also and couldn't bear to keep this story from her. 

Gina couldn't find out where this had taken place. They were being secretive about locations. They were afraid there might be protests and demonstrations if locations were announced before the tournament and they didn't want people showing up after they were over so they just didn't announce them at all. The technical crew and camera people were all flown in without knowing exactly where they were. But Gina was about to get more of a story than she wanted about the graveyard. She answered the knock at her door.

"Come in," she said sobbing. A young man entered her office. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked.

"You're Delores Atkins, right?" he asked.

"Yes that's right," Delores said wiping her tears away.

"I'm Dennis Fowler. I was a camera man at the Airplane Graveyard," he told her. "Aren't you writing that one?" he asked.

She told him she was; he had Gina's undivided attention. She invited him to sit down. She turned off the video machine and listened to his story. He had worked for IBC but had been fired when he refused to follow orders and give directions to someone on the ground in the fight. They hadn't told him what he was doing exactly but he finally figured out he was helping someone giving them a huge advantage. He was to follow a particular combatant with his camera and report on his position and movements. As he watched this deal unfold he couldn't take it any longer and gave some false directions. They were blaming him for getting one of their operatives killed. He asked what the difference was. One of the two guys had to die and Dennis wasn't going to be directly responsible for getting some guy killed. He was returned to IBC central and ordered not to say anything about this. They offered him a job so far beneath him...or the door. He chose the door. Dennis had been reading Delores' accounts of these tournaments and decided she might be the best person to talk to about it. So here he was...

...the jeep was met by a chopper about ten miles from the wrecking yard. They landed and loaded Max aboard. He was getting tired of this, lying in helicopter floors bleeding to death. The comments the guards were making didn't put Max at ease. His back must be pretty bad. They didn't even try to stop the bleeding. Max was getting to close beating the system. He was supposed to have been dead by now. Orders were passed down the channels that anyone caught aiding this guy would be busted to private so fast it would make their head spin. Max passed out. They were unloading him within the hour.

Max found himself in yet another hospital bed, face down writhing in pain. They had removed a two-inch piece of glass from his back and a bullet from his leg. The glass shard had torn a twelve-inch rip up his back; it took over forty stitches to sew it up. The pain grew as he regained consciousness. He rang the button for the nurse. She finally came five minutes later. She gave him a shot for the pain but it didn't do much good. He called her again in thirty minutes and asked for something stronger. She gave him another shot and told him she couldn't give him any more for six hours. She checked his bandage and left. His mind drifted to Gina. 

Max drifted in and out of sleep during the night. If his pain didn't wake him up nightmares of the faces he had seen die lately did. He woke up in a cold sweat seeing the guy with his face lit up by the plasma pistol last night. Had it been last night or the night before? What day is this he thought as he watched the sunrise out his window? He could smell food in the hall. How long had it been since he had eaten? He couldn't remember his last meal. He tried to think it through but it wasn't worth the effort. He tried to roll onto his back and sit up for breakfast. He decided to get up and sit in the chair to eat. It was normal hospital food but Max wolfed it down ravenously. He was starving. He asked for more coffee but never got any. About ten o'clock the doctor showed up. He checked Max out and told him he would be with them a couple of months at the outside, probably longer. Max sighed a deep breath of relief on hearing this. He needed the time to heal. He could barely lift his left arm, and his leg ached like crazy now. 

The doctor left but the nurse with him helped Max back to bed and replaced the bandage on his back. She was a sympathetic middle aged lady. She had compassion for Max's wounds. She handled him gently. She gave him a painkiller and left. He didn't know what this medicine was but in no time Max was feeling no pain; he even felt euphoric, like he had no cares in the world. He slept the sleep of a peaceful man. It was almost five when a nasty tempered officer burst through the door and woke Max up.

"Fallon!" he screamed as if he had been yelling for hours.

Max slowly woke up, he still felt great. He looked up at the guy and smiled.

"That's me, Max Fallon, what can I do for you General?" he asked dumbly.

"It's colonel, asshole! Colonel Devin!" he shouted.

"Whatever Colonel Asshole...Colonel Devin, whatever you want," Max answered, smiling.

The nurse came in and instructed the colonel that this patient needed his rest and could he please quit screaming in her hospital. Devin looked at her like he was going to kick her out the door. She looked at him like she wished he would try. 

"The...patient has a date. I have orders to get him out of here ASAP," he told her. 

"I don't care if you have orders to get him out of here or not, you're not going to come into my hospital and shout at anyone like that," she was stubborn.

"Captain Lee, I will come in here and scream at anyone I want to, you got that?" he said, he was an inch from her face, reading her nameplate.

"Colonel, respectfully, get the hell out of this room," she wasn't budging.

Colonel Devin huffed up and gritted his teeth and left. Max and Captain Lee smiled at each other as they listened to his footsteps pound down the hall and fade. 

"Sorry about that Max. Not much I can do about those jerks coming in here. I really don't have the authority to boot them out like that but they think I do. Hell, I'm retiring next month, I don't care what they do to me anyway," she told him while checking his bandages. 

Max was glad to find a friend. It seemed that everyone in the world was out to kill him. A friendly face was refreshing. Max read her nameplate. Captain Carolyn Lee. She must be close to sixty. A nice enough looking lady but Max had seen her in action. She could be hard to handle if she needed to be. He liked her instantly. Anyone that would stand up for him right now he would like instantly. 

"You missed lunch and dinner, are you hungry Max?" she asked.

"Yes I am, I haven't eaten enough the past week to keep a bird alive," he told her.

She left the room and returned soon with a brown paper bag and a small carton of milk. She opened the bag and lay the contents out on the tray table and pushed it to Max's bed. He was lying on his right side. There were two roast beef sandwiches, a bag of potato chips and an apple.

"This is yours isn't it?" he asked.

"You just never mind where it came from. Eat it and I don't want to hear another word," she was tucking in the sheets and puttering around the room doing busy work.

Max started to protest but Lee cut him off fast. She insisted. Max gave in thankfully. He ate lying on his side. He hadn't tasted anything this good in a long time. He finished it settled back down to rest. They talked for about thirty minutes before Lee had to make her rounds. She gave Max another painkiller and left. He wondered if she was supposed to be giving him these pills or not as he sank into a stupor. He decided he needed a month or two of her tender loving care. He slept like a baby. 

The next morning about time for Captain Lee to be getting off she noticed a group of men enter Max's room. She headed that way. When she got there, Max was struggling to get dressed in the normal W.A.R.S. combat uniform. There was a General there this time with a civilian and four guards. 

"What do you think you are doing?" she asked sternly. "Get that man back to bed, he can't be moved in his condition!" Max loved her effort.

"Captain Lee you are dismissed, leave this room immediately," the general instructed.

Carolyn left. She ran to the nurse's station, called the doctor on duty and took a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. She hurried back to Max's room. The general and the civilian were on their way down the hall. The guards stayed with Max. As Carolyn entered the room one of the guards stopped her. They had orders to keep everyone out.

"Everyone does not include medical staff private," she bluffed. The guards looked at each other and let her in reluctantly.

She walked to Max and began to examine his wounds. She shoved the bottle down his pants...way down his pants. She looked at Max embarrassed and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry.' 

"Take one of these when you need to but be careful they are extremely powerful. You will be out for several hours after you take one." she whispered quietly.

"Thank you and no apologies necessary, after all you're a nurse, you've seen these things before, right?" Max managed a smile. 

When he was dressed the guards led him away. They went up in the elevator. Max was ushered to the roof where a helicopter was waiting to take him. He could barely move and they were taking him to his next tournament? They had given him one day to heal when the doctor said it would take at least two months? He knew he didn't stand a chance now. They were going to win no matter what. If the combatants in this next one were all skinny third graders Max stood a chance if not he was finished. The guard pushed on Max's back to get him into the chopper. Max writhed in pain and fell in. He got into the seat and leaned on his right side to try and get comfortable. The doctor got there just as they were about to take off. 

"General what are you doing? That patient is not supposed to be moved!" he shouted over the noise of the motor's roar.

The General motioned to one of the guards. The guard pulled his gun and brought it to bear on the doctor. The doctor froze in his tracks. 

"Doctor if you don't cease this second I will have you shot on the spot. Do you understand sir?" the General commanded.

The doctor started to protest but looked at the guard and then at Max. He must have decided defending Max wasn't worth dying for. Max agreed with him; W.A.R.S. was going to get Max Fallon at all costs, even going so far as to kill an army doctor to get what they wanted. They wanted Max and they wanted him six feet under. The doctor stood and watched as they took off.

Max was airlifted to another 'dome city.' He was shown his dome and locked in. He asked how much time he had before they took him but they didn't answer. He couldn't take a chance on taking a painkiller. If they came for him in an hour or so he would be so drugged that he wouldn't even get off the chopper and inside the barrier. He sucked it up and endured the pain. He heard the sound of distant choppers coming.



W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 05



I would like to take this opportunity to thank those of you that have followed and enjoyed this series. I appreciate your feedback more than you will ever know. Now for the conclusion…?

(} W.A.R.S {)

Tournament 5

Max and the others’ chips were activated and they were loading in an hour. Max couldn’t climb into the chopper by himself. Two guards grabbed him by the arms and tossed him in on his face. The pain in his shoulder and back was growing with each minute. Relief was in his reach but he couldn’t take a pill now, he would need to be as alert as possible. He crawled into the seat and lay back. He watched the others board. They were the worst looking bunch yet. The guards took particular care this trip. Their guns were at the ready every second. Max resigned himself to his end. There was no way he could fight any one of these guys and win in his condition. W.A.R.S. was making sure he would lose. They were going to have their way by hook or by crook. 

Max’s heart began to pound as the helicopter set down. He thought about Gina. Was she all right? If she had made it she would find someone else someday and settle down and be happy. The thought of never seeing her again weighed heavy on him as the door flew open and the combatants jumped out. Max stumbled to the door and jumped out. He fell to the ground. If he weren’t able to get through the barrier they would just shoot him where he lay. He pushed himself up; the others were standing at the barrier waiting for them to shut it down. Max looked up at the huge dome stadium before him. VL Dome! He couldn’t believe his eyes! They had brought him to an old childhood haunt. He had heard they were going to tear this place down. If anyone ever needed a home-field advantage it was Max and it was now. And they just gave him one!

Max had spent a ton of time here. It was named for some old coach or player or some sports figure from the last century. Max’s dad told him about the guy but Max couldn’t remember exactly what the deal was. Max was ten miles east of Green Bay. He had grown up here, he parents moved when he was sixteen. He and some of his middle school buddies would come here when they were having events and help the vendors with their stock. One vendor in particular; an old guy named Harris. Mr. Harris would put Max and his friends to work bringing his stuff up the elevators to the second tier where his concession stands were. When they had finished he would feed them hotdogs and hamburgers and pay them a little bit. Then they would spend the next couple of hours roaming through the place. There were crawl spaces and catwalks all over this place. Max already knew where he would head. A place he could take a painkiller and not have to worry about anyone finding him. He made his way to the barrier. 

Max glance down the side of the dome. Memories were flooding back to him. There was the elevator he had ridden a million times. But it was up on the second tier! They were supposed to be down when the power was shut off. Yes that’s right, they wouldn’t stay up without the power on. It must be staying up by the hand lock on the safety chain. That was dangerous. There was an elevator on each side of the dome.

He looked to his left and then to his right. There weren’t many combatants here. If they were spread this thin around the whole dome there must not be more than thirty. The guy to his right was studying him like a hawk watching a rabbit. He looked back at the dome. The barrier shut off. Max made for the entrance in front of him. The barrier buzzed back on. He had made it past the first obstacle. When he got to the entrance he made a hard left and shot up the stairs as fast as he could. He looked out into the dome. It was dim, like every other light was off. He headed to the concession stands. 

There were four concession stands in each quadrant of the stadium. There were bathrooms and skyboxes in each quadrant on the second tier. There were entries to the lower seats about every hundred feet. There were a dozen sets of stairs leading up to the cheap seats above the boxes. Each set of boxes had a private hall that led to them; there were two steps down and then a carpeted hallway. It kept the boxes somewhat secluded. There were ushers at each hallway checking passes. Max saw a blue container sitting in the middle of the walkway in front of the concession stands. He pulled it between two of the stands. There was a plasma rifle on a tripod between the stands against the back wall. Max turned it on; he looked around to make sure he was alone when it buzzed. The large hinged metal covers were closed over the stands. Max yanked the one on the side as hard as he could. With pain shooting through him with each pull he finally broke the lock. He pulled the container up on the counter and lay the rifle beside it. He crawled over the counter and dropped the cover back down. It was dark inside. 

There was the slightest light coming in under the door to the storeroom. These rooms ran behind the concession stands around the whole dome. They were partitioned off between stands to keep the vendors goods separated and they disappeared altogether where the bathrooms were. Max turned the doorknob; it was unlocked. He pulled the container in and shut the door. The container had water and wafers, nothing else. He packed them away and headed up the ladder at the end of the room. There were ladders in all the storerooms that led up to service access areas. Max made his way up into the infrastructure of the dome. He stopped to rest on the catwalk above the hallway of the first set of skyboxes. He felt safe here but he wasn’t ready to stop and take a painkiller. There were hatches in the ceilings of each box that service technicians would use to install TVs, entertainment centers and other electronics for the rich guys that owned the boxes. He could crawl down into any of them if he wanted to but they didn’t seem as safe as his chosen destination. 

He looked out over the skyboxes into the dome. There was a two-foot gap where Max and his buddies used to crawl out and watch the games and the crowd. When you got out to the edge you could look down and just see the windows of the boxes. He crawled out to take a look. The field was dotted with containers. Gunshots broke out just as Max got to the edge. He saw several people scurrying around. An open field didn’t seem to be the place to be if you asked Max. He saw at least two dead guys. The light was dim. He looked up and smiled inside; his hideaway awaited him. A fireball exploded near the far end of the field. Max eased back toward the catwalk.

He was almost back when he heard voices! They were below him in the box. He froze and listened. He could barely make out what they were saying. He pressed his ear against the hatch. Why would anyone be in here talking to each other?

“I know what I’m supposed to do. I’m telling you he disappeared as soon as we got inside. I looked up and he was gone,” the first voice said.

Max heard a two-way radio key up. 

“Where are you?” a second voice asked over the radio.

Max couldn’t hear the answer come through.

“We’re in the first box in the southwest quadrant. Have you seen Fallon?” he asked.

“No we lost him when we first came in. The plasma rifle and container were gone too, so we’re pretty sure he came this way,” the voice said into the radio. “Ok, check back in an hour.” 

It fell silent. Max’s had a feeling these guys were here for him, now he knew they were. His blood ran cold. He lay back to think. How was he going to get around a hit squad sent in here to kill him? How many of them were there? WAS EVERYONE IN HERE AFTER HIM? The gunshots down on the field told him they weren’t, some of these guys were here to fight…and die. He tried to settle down and think. He was in too much pain to think. He needed to rest. He made his way to the catwalk going up to the top of the dome; it traversed the circumference of the dome. There were a series of walks that led up, six walks in all. They met at the scoreboard gondola in the apex of the roof.

Max had to stop and rest a couple of times before he made it to the top. When he finally got there he slide the door on the top of the gondola open and dropped down. He took his belt off and wrapped the handle of the door to the structure like he had done as a kid. No one could open that door now. They used to climb up here and watch the games and especially watch the people. You could see every inch of the inside of the dome from here. He popped a painkiller and took a long drink of water. Max began to get groggy. His thoughts strangely went back to another time he had spent up here…

…When Max graduated high school his parents paid for him to come back to visit several old friends. They had kept in touch over the last three years. Max would meet them in Green Bay and they were all going to drive to New York City to celebrate graduating. His best friend in the world, Tommy Crane, had gotten a new car for graduation and they were going to break it in. Max got to town a few days early. He couldn’t resist going to see old Mr. Harris when he heard there was a monster truck rally at the dome. Mr. Harris welcomed him home and told Max how much he had missed him. Then he put him to work hauling his food and drinks. Max was glad to lend a hand. Just as he was finishing he noticed a girl he had gone to school with a couple of stands down from Mr. Harris’. Abigail Townsend. Max had a huge crush on her in middle school. She was a year ahead of him in school. He went to say hello. 

“Hi Abbey!” Max called out.

Abigail turned to see who was hollering at her. She didn’t recognize Max at first but his face was familiar. When he reminded her who he was she threw her hands around his neck and hugged him so hard he could barely breathe. Max was turning into a really handsome young man by now, not that he wasn’t before but now he was getting hot. She had had a crush on him too but never told him. She was more than thrilled to see him. 

“Max I can’t believe you’re here. Are you back in town? For good I mean?” she asked in her excitement.

“No, just here to go to New York with Tommy and Nate. Sort of a belated senior trip we’re taking,” he told her regretfully.

“Oh too bad,” she said with genuine sorrow in her eyes. “How long you in town for?” 

“Just two days then we take off,” he replied.

Abigail’s father owned a food business that supplied the dome vendors. She had just ridden with him to see one of them. They were having problems with meat quality. Imagine that in this part of the world.

“Could you give me a ride home if I hung around awhile?” she asked.

Max wouldn’t have missed an opportunity to spend some time with this honey. He agreed willingly and Abigail left him for a second to clear it with her dad. He protested a little but gave in to her eventually. How could anyone resist her bright blue eyes? She skipped back to Max and took his hand and led him to into the dome. They watched the rally for awhile. Abigail looked up at the scoreboard and asked Max if he had ever been up there. 

“Oh yeah, that’s the greatest seat in the house,” he told her.

“You want to go up there now?” she asked. 

They disappeared up the ladder of Mr. Harris’ storeroom and were in the gondola in nothing flat. They all but raced up the walkway. They were breathing hard when they got settled into the gondola. Abigail’s breasts were heaving like crazy. Max was getting turned on. She slid over beside him and started pointing out stuff on the ground and in the stands. They made jokes about this and that. The dim light that streamed into the gondola through various openings and windows illuminated Abigail in a warm sexy glow. Max didn’t remember the light being like this before. Of course shinning on Tommy’s face it wasn’t quite the same Max figured.

When Max took hold of Abbey’s chin and turned her face to his she didn’t object. He kissed her with a awkward boyish kiss. He had girlfriends back home, he wasn’t a virgin but he was less than experienced. He was full-grown, if you know what I mean. His heart beat double time when their lips met. He could feel her mouth tremble. It was the first time he remembered a girl’s lips shaking like that. When they opened their eyes again she looked so misty and sexy. Her breathing turned deep and sultry. Max grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Her chest pressed against his; she was breathing harder with each second their lips touched. 

“Gosh it’s good to see you again Maxwell,” she said.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Max,” he laughed.

She smiled as she lowered her head to his lap. When her mouth started massaging Max’s crotch he hunched his hips up give her better access. He pulled her head against him; he was getting rock hard.

“Oh my gosh…Max you’re huge,” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

She watched his beautiful eyes as she massaged his swelling member in her fingers. She kissed him again and put his hand on her firm breast. He played with her as she unzipped his jeans and stuck her hand into his underwear. He moaned and slid away from the wall of the gondola to lay flat for her. His hand never left her amazing chest. She had his pants down to his knees. She stripped her tshirt and bra off. He rubbed her back and fingered her nipples as her mouth lowered to his penis.

“My boyfriend taught me to do this for him,” she said.

Max had never had a blowjob before. Abbey Townsend was his first. He couldn’t believe how great it felt. She was trying her best but couldn’t deal with the whole thing. Max was simply too big. He didn’t care how much she got down. If it had been nothing but the head he would have been happy. 

“Does that feel good Max?” she stopped long enough to ask. She stroked his full length with her hot hand; her fingertips wouldn’t touch around its girth.

“Uh huh,” Max muttered. “Don’t stop Abbey, please,”

“Ok, a little more but don’t cum in my mouth, ok?” she asked as she returned his excited tool to her mouth.

“Ok…promise,” he sighed.

After a couple of more minutes of her amateurish fellatio he grabbed her hair and told her she better be careful, he was about to cum. She stopped and took her jeans off. Max had never seen a girl look hotter. Her panties were black lace, he had always imagined a girl in lace panties. Abbey gave him two firsts this day. He was about to give her a once and only. Peters of this length and girth don’t come around often. Her mouth wasn’t the only part of her body that couldn’t take Max, but she sure gave it her all. 

Abbey straddled Max when she was naked. She took Max’s hand and put it between her legs. He played with her muffin. She kissed his neck and moaned and got hotter and hotter. Max was stroking her fast with his finger. It slipped out and ran up to her bottom. When he touched her puckered little butt she moaned loud and long. He had no idea that would turn a girl on that much. He played with her ass awhile. Soon Abbey was going wild on him. She pulled the head of his tool to her wet horny body and pushed down on him. She clinched her teeth at four inches and pushed harder. The thickness was as hard to take as the length was. She fell down on him and began hunching the few inches she could take. The more they screwed the deeper he got. When she took a full eight inches she screamed out. The sound of the monster trucks roaring a hundred plus feet below them drowned her outcry. 

Max rolled his hips up to push deeper into her. Her eyes shot wide open in pain, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard. Max could see the pain in her eyes but she didn’t stop. At nine and a half inches she was done.

“Oh Max…no more…please…no more!” she begged.

He screwed her with what he had in her. This wasn’t the first time a girl had begged him to stop. They eventually got used to his size but he often wondered if he had ruined any of them for the other guys in this world. There had only been a few anyway; it wasn’t as if he had screwed every girl around. 

“Is it ok to cum now?!” Max sighed.

“Yes, it’s ok. My mom has one of those new ultrasound systems. I use it for several days after and no baby…you can…OH! MAX OH!…

…The painkiller was finally taking affect. The memories of Abigail Townsend faded with his consciousness. He slept for hours. No pain, no feeling at all. He was thanking Carolyn Lee for giving him this relief as he passed out. 

Max woke to a deathly silence. He looked around the stadium. There was nothing moving. That’s when he noticed the conspicuous absence of any anti-grav cameras. He figured that W.A.R.S. didn’t want this particular event recorded. Ten to twenty combatants lay around the place dead. There were signs of an extreme struggle on the field. Burnt black areas testified to the fact. Several sections of seats were melted and still smoldering. Some of the skybox windows had been blown out. Max wondered if the siren had sounded while he was out and they hadn’t been able to find him. Then a plasma blast came racing out one of the boxes. It disappeared into the tunnel at field level. The tunnel exploded into flames. There were still people in here. 

Max’s back was feeling better but not good by any measure. His leg wasn’t giving him much trouble. He took one last look at the skybox where he had heard the men talking. He didn’t see any signs of them. He decided to go back down on the opposite side of the stadium just in case he had left some track behind him. Max had heard gunshots from handguns. He needed to find one. The plasma rifle wouldn’t be any good at close range. He hadn’t seen any other weapons where he had been. He wondered if that was by design. He turned on his plasma rifle and headed down the catwalk toward the box where the last blast had been fired. 

When he got to the service hatch of the box he eased it up just enough to see inside. The combatant who had fired the blast was sitting there eating wafers and watching the window for any suitable target. He was sitting in the back row of seats. Max studied the room. The guy had a grenade launcher propped under the doorknob to keep the door shut. Max would give anything for an Ultra about now. Max opened the hatch enough to stick the barrel of his rifle inside. Max pulled the trigger. The concussion of the blast blew the hatch wide open and threw Max back onto the catwalk. The room burst into flames. The guy never even screamed. He never knew what hit him. Max hoped the launcher would still be in working condition. The blast had knocked it off the door. Max dropped down into the next box and made his way back to the inferno. 

The doorknob was hot. Max used his shirt to protect his hand and opened the door. He reached in and grabbed the handle of the launcher. It was hot but cooling down. Max pulled at it several times until he had it out into the hall. It was fully loaded with its four grenades. Maybe that would be enough. At least he had another weapon. One that could be fired without blowing everything to pieces. Well, maybe not. He made it back to the catwalk and continued around the stadium. He needed to get back to the southwest quadrant and deal with these guys…but how?

Before he could get very far from the burnt box he heard footsteps coming his way on the concrete floor beneath him. There was more than one man. He waited. They were outside the box door; Max was at the hatch. He could hear every other word or so. It was close to time to check in from what Max could gather. They headed back the way they had come. Max followed on the catwalk above them, he was sure they couldn’t hear him through the thick metal ceiling, but he was as quiet as possible nonetheless. He wanted to be at their meeting place to hear what they had planned if he could. As Max suspected they returned to the first box where Max had run into them when this thing had started. He lay his ear on the hatch and listened. The door shut just as he got there. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 05



“Was it our boy?” a voice asked.

“Not sure. Everything was burnt black. The idiot might have blown himself up. There was only one body at any rate,” a second man replied.

“Yeah it was a mess. Look at it, just a black hole now,” a third man added.

“Why don’t we deactivate these damn chips and see if this thing is over. There may not be anybody left alive in here but us. How would we know if we don’t deactivate?” a fourth voice chimed in.

“Not yet. Daniels makes that decision,” the first voice answered.

“Where is he anyway?” one asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since this thing got rolling. We were crazy to do this,” another said.

“You’re getting’ paid so just shut up,” the first told them.

“Not enough to get killed. Fifty thousand is not enough for this,” one of the others said.

Max had thoughts of reenacting his burning box routine but if he didn’t get them all they would know exactly where he was. Before he could decide the two-way radio sounded. Max couldn’t make out what was said.

“Yeah, Daniels where the hell are you? We’re waiting for you,” the first voice said.

Max wished he could make out the other end of this conversation but there was no use, there was too much static to hear it from where he was. He listened on.

“Ok, we’ll check in again in one hour. Are you meeting us here or what?” the first man asked.

“Ok, one hour,” he responded to Daniels on the other end of the radio. 

The door opened and shut. Max assumed they had left to keep searching for him. Max had an hour to try and come up with a plan to take these guys out. His mind began to scheme. He had spent a lot of time scheming in the past eight months. He hated the fact but he was getting good at it. This occasion was no different. He had a plan milling around in his head in no time. He wished he knew if this launcher would fire. He needed to test it. Max made his way to the elevator.

To say there was an elevator shaft would be a stretch. The elevator area was open on the ground floor going outside of the stadium. That gave good access to delivery trucks. The inside area was closed in on the ground floor. There was a large doorway but there were walls down both sides of the elevator. The area was more open on the second floor where most of the unloading took place. The elevator was nothing more than a steel mesh basket about three feet high. The end facing the walkway dropped open to let the workers unload. Max could fire the launcher behind the basket and out the opening on the ground level. Or he could just release the handle locking the elevator up with its safety chain and let the elevator drop to the ground so he would have a clear shot out the ground level opening. Dropping the elevator would broadcast his location too much he thought. A grenade launcher fired out the door wouldn’t exactly give away his position. He left the elevator up and took aim toward the ground. He started to pull the trigger and thought about the thing blowing up in his hands. 

Max took his belt off and looped it through the trigger guard. He placed his feet on either side of the handle and braced for the worst. He lay back and pulled the belt tight. The launcher fired with its normal recoil. Max watched as the grenade impacted on the concrete floor below and shattered into a dozen pieces. They bounced on the floor like steel marbles. Nasty weapon Max thought. He better get out of here. No telling who would show up now.

Max’s plan was coming together. It was almost time for them to meet up. Max slipped down into their meeting box. He shoved his plasma rifle under the last row of seats and aimed it toward the window. He eased the door open and entered the hallway. He just hoped he could hear them before he could see them. Just then he heard the telltale sound of the radio about a hundred and fifty feet down the walkway. He heard voices and they were hurrying toward him. When he saw the four shadowy figures he fired the launcher in their direction. He wanted them to know he was there. There were several shouts and the footsteps began to run. Shots rang out; Max felt a slug impact on the back of his vest. If it weren’t for his wound it would have been nothing but the sting sent pain shooting through him. Max shot into the box leaving the door wide open. He set the delay switch on the rifle for twenty seconds, pulled the trigger and flew up through the hatch. 

The four men shot through the door with guns blazing. Max slide out to the edge to the box overlooking the field. He aimed the launcher toward the hatch and waited. Twenty seconds can be an eternity. Then he heard a scream. One of them had noticed the plasma rifle! Fire and glass exploded below Max. He could feel the blast through the roof. The heat rose against Max’s face. Two flaming bodies went flying out the shattered window; a third one lay over the edge of the box, impaled on the remaining glass in the pane. The body was in flames and didn’t move. What happened to the fourth guy? Max studied the hatch as he crept back toward it. It was blown open. And like before, the room was ablaze, the smell of melting plastic filled the air. Max backed to the next box, keeping his eye on the blazing hatchway. When he got to the next box he went down. He opened the door cautiously. Lying in the hall was the fourth burnt body. Max saw the guy’s handgun lying there beside him. He retrieved it and searched the charred body for more ammo. He had three more clips inside his vest. He took the gun and got back up to the catwalk above the boxes. There was still a fifth man around here somewhere. At least a fifth one, Max wondered how many more.

Max headed back toward the elevator shaft, looking over his shoulder ever few seconds to make sure no one was behind him. It was dark up here but there was no telling what these guys had. The fifth man could be watching him through night vision glasses and Max would never see him. He passed the elevator and made his way across to the catwalk along the outside wall of the stadium. He sat back to watch and see what might happen next. There was some relief in the reduction of the odds, but he knew he wasn’t out of this yet. 

Max inched back toward the elevator and studied it for a quick escape route. He could slide down the safety chain to the elevator if he had to. He could head out across the ceiling. He knew he didn’t want to get near the field. That was death waiting to happen. As he set his foot down with his next step the catwalk gave way. He reached out and grabbed the chain. He dropped the grenade launcher. His back wrenched in pain. He moaned out loud. He heard someone shuffle below him. He made it back to the stable catwalk and looked down. The fifth man startled. He raised his plasma rifle and fired without aiming. It all happened in a split second. The fireball exploded below Max! It threw him into the air along with the loose catwalk and the slack chain. Max covered his face but it was too late. He could feel the fire burning his eyes. He was diving headfirst into the elevator. All he could do was go with the flow. He expected the next blast to cook him. What he didn’t expect was to come to a bone crushing halt hanging entangled in the chain. Max’s foot had gotten tangled when the blast sent him flying head over heels into the air. Now he was dangling in midair, his ankle in excruciating pain. He grabbed his leg but there was nothing he could do to get out of this. The fifth man laughed out like a mad man set free.

“Ha! Max Fallon I assume?” he laughed out. “You’re a hard man to kill Max.”

Max was swinging out over the elevator and spinning like a top coming to a stop. As he swung back toward the chain he groped blindly for something to hold on to. There was nothing. Again he swung out over the elevator. This time he hit the chain as he swung back. He pulled himself half way up but had to let go. He had no strength. The man below him was talking hysterically and laughing. He was relieved that it was Max up there and not him. As Max fell his hand slid down the chain. It landed on the safety catch. He pulled the lever. The elevator dropped like a ton of rocks. He heard the man scream and there was another explosion. Once again Max was flying through the air. This time he knew what awaited him at the end of the chain. More pain. Max screamed bloody murder when the chain yanked against his already wrenched ankle. There was still no siren!

What had happened? Max could only make out blurred objects, nothing clear at all. Had the guy survived? Would Max have to hang here until one of them died? He screamed out again. A heavy hand took hold of the neck of Max’s vest and stopped his swinging! He felt the cold steel barrel of a gun against his temple.

“Well Mr. Fallon, looks like its finally over for you. You put up quite a fight,” the man said.

Max said nothing. Who was this guy he thought? Where did he come from? Max dropped his arms waiting on the inevitable. 

A gunshot rang out!

Max flinched. He heard the body fall to the elevator below. What? He wished he could see. He was at the mercy of whoever or whatever was happening. He heard a gasping breath and then the siren screamed out!

“Hello Max,” a voice yelled over the siren. “Good to meet you, unfortunately I can’t afford to let you know who I am. Let’s just say there are those who want this to be a legitimate struggle. You’ll be a free man soon, congratulations, and goodbye.”

The siren died and Max could hear footsteps fading down the walkway. Max screamed out. Soon the sound of several people running toward him filled Max’s ears. The sweetest sound he had heard in a long time. Two or three lifted Max while another one unwrapped the chain from his leg. Every little movement caused Max pain. They rushed him down the stairs and to a waiting ambulance. He took a painkiller from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. The paramedic asked him where he had gotten those. Max didn’t answer. They were racing to the hospital and cutting Max’s boot off his foot when he passed out. 

Max woke to total darkness. He felt his eyes; they were bandaged. He rolled onto his back. The pain sent him flying back onto his side. He felt the heavy weight of a cast on his ankle. His whole body was throbbing. He searched the side of his bed for a signaling device. He found it and pushed the button. 

“Well, back among the living,” a friendly woman’s voice said.

“Living? Am I really alive? I think I would rather be dead if this is living,” Max answered through his pain.

“We didn’t expect you to be feeling too good when you came around, guess we were right huh?” she asked.

“Yeah. Could you get me something for the pain?” he asked.

She had brought a hypodermic with her. She administered the medicine. Max soon slipped into a less pained state. It was bearable now. 

“Those are some pretty nasty wounds you have there,” she told him while she examined him. “We had to re-stitch your back.”

Max sensed a peace this time around. Even with his eyes bandaged he could tell things were different. No guards, nothing menacing. He felt his chest. There was a bandage. The nurse told him they had surgically removed his chip. He fell asleep this time relaxed, at ease, a new peace filling his heart. He didn’t wake until the sound of the nurse setting his tray on the table woke him. She sat him up in bed and fed him. Once again, he was eating hospital food and glad to have it. She made idle conversation while he ate. He would be here until he was able to travel and then it was on to Washington D.C. for his pardon ceremony with the president. The doctors thought he would eventually get his sight back. His eyes had been burned but not beyond repair. He just needed to keep as much light as he could out for awhile. Everyone treated him like a hero. A W.A.R.S. representative checked on his progress daily. Max was ready to make the flight to Washington in less than a week. He would recoup in a hospital there. Then when he was ready they would have his ceremony. 

When his private flight landed in Washington reporters asking questions swamped him. He was rushed in his wheelchair away from them. The W.A.R.S. rep, Lloyd Wilson, told them that a contract had been struck for an exclusive interview with Max and that he wasn’t available to the media at this time. When the exclusive interview was over they would get their chance at him if Max were willing. They screamed their questions as Max was seated in the back of a limo and driven away. Max was glad that those trying to get to him now were just aiming tape recorders and pens. Max was taken to his hospital room and treated like royalty. Max had no idea how much of a hero he was for America. It had been so long since an individual had risen above the masses that this country had almost forgotten what a hero was. Max had not asked for this. It had been thrust on him. Now he would get a chance to clear his name and expose W.A.R.S. for what they were. 

Max expected everyone who entered his room to be Gina. He found his thoughts constantly on her now but he couldn’t ask anyone about her. She still didn’t exist to Max as far as the rest of the world was concerned. He would bide his time and hope that she could get to him…if she was able to that is. He had been in Washington three days and was feeling better with each passing minute. He had heard about this interview that was suppose to take place but nothing had happened yet. It seemed his story belonged to one reporter for the time being. 

Delores Atkins heart beat wildly in her chest as she headed toward Max Fallon’s room. When she had gotten back to Detroit from her last assignment she was informed that Max had won and her exclusive interview was indeed happening. Lloyd Wilson led her down the hospital corridor. He opened Max’s door and ushered her in.

“Hi Max, you awake?” he whispered.

Max stirred in the bed. With the bandage over his eyes you couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. He had been spending most of his time sleeping these past few days.

“Oh, hi Lloyd. Yeah come on in, I’m up,” Max yawned sleepily.

“Max this is Delores Atkins, the reporter from the New Detroit Daily Digital who won the privilege of interviewing you.” Lloyd introduced her.

“Hello Ms. Atkins,” Max reached out a blind hand to greet her.

“Hello Mr. Fallon, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you,” Delores answered.

Max’s heart stopped! He gripped the hand in his. He had to hide his surprise and excitement at hearing her voice. He was sure that was Gina’s voice. If so then who was Delores Atkins?

“Well, I will leave you two to get acquainted,” Lloyd said as he left the room.

“Gina?” Max whispered excitedly.

“Gina? No Mr. Fallon, my name is Delores. I’m sorry. Delores Atkins. I’m a reporter for the New Detroit Daily Digital,” Gina tried her best to disguise her voice. “We apparently won the bidding for your story. I’m here to get that incredible story down on paper. Or should I say down on screen?” she laughed trying to cover herself.

“I…you sound so much like someone I know. I’m sorry Delores, you just sound so much like…” Max realized he was about to give away something that he had to keep hidden.

Gina bit hard on her bottom lip watching Max’s reaction. She couldn’t take a chance on telling him the truth here and now. They needed to be alone. If she gave herself away now she might be in the next tournament, not exactly her plan right now. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Fallon. Who did you think I was?” Gina couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a little. She couldn’t believe she was actually looking at his wonderful face again. She had almost decided that this day would never come. It was all she could do to keep her distance.

“Oh…no body, never mind. So Ms. Atkins, you get the pleasure of my company for awhile I understand,” Max said wanting to get the subject off of Gina.

“Yes that’s right. I won the pleasure of interviewing you. I can’t wait to hear your story. Would you like to take a walk around the grounds of the hospital and talk?” she asked him.

“Have you taken a good look at me? I don’t think I will be walking anywhere for awhile,” he answered with a smile.

“Well then, how about I walk and push you around in your chair? Does that sound more like it?” she asked.

“Let’s go,” Max answered, anxious to get out into the fresh air.

Gina helped Max out of bed. It was all she could do to keep from hugging him. As she eased him down into his chair her face was just inches from his. She stared at him for several seconds. She regained her composure and wheeled him out of the room; she had other plans for their reunion. A nurse stopped them at the nurses’ station.

“Just where do you think you’re going young man?” a familiar voice asked.

“Anywhere I want to,” Max answered and smiled in her direction.

The nurse laughed and patted Max on the head. The only thing she told him was to be careful and come back in one piece. Delores assured the nurse that she would take good care of Max.

Max felt the warmth of the sun on his face. Gina headed toward the parkinglot but Max had no idea where he was. She couldn’t take a chance on revealing herself in such a public place.

“Mr. Fallon, I don’t want to seem forward but I feel sure we could conduct this interview much easier in a more private environment. I have a suite at a nearby hotel. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but if you would like to we could go back there and be more relaxed. If that suits you of course,” Gina asked him trying to hide her excitement. 

“Whatever you need Delores, and please, call me Max. That Mr. Fallon stuff is getting old already,” he told her.

“Great. Wait right here I will be back in a second,” she told Max.

Gina rushed into the parkinglot and was back in her car in nothing flat. She helped Max from his chair into the front seat. She collapsed the chair and put it in the back seat. She wheeled him into the elevator in the hotel lobby. No one noticed and if they did they didn’t care. Gina fumbled with the key in the lock. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely get the door open. When she finally did, she wheeled Max in and shut the door. She helped him onto the couch but kept her secret. 

“Well, this should be better don’t you think Mr. Fallon?” she asked.

“Max,” was all he said.

“Yes, Max, I’m sorry. Max it is. Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes very,” he replied.

“Could I offer you something to drink?” she asked. “I have soft drinks and some juice in the complimentary fridge here. Or if you care for something a little stronger I do have a bottle of wine,” 

“Oh yeah, a glass of wine would really hit the spot,” he told her.

Gina poured two glasses of wine from the bottle she had taken from the church where they had last shared this wine. She had opened the wine and left it breathing while she went to the hospital to get Max. She took Max’s glass to him and watched for his response. It was if a light came on when he tasted it. He took another sip and then downed the glass. Gina took it from him and returned to the counter.

“That tastes very familiar. What is that wine? It’s very familiar,” Max’s mind raced back to the bell tower where he last tasted it. Was this the same wine? Surely not, it just brought back a sweet memory. But it tasted so good.

“Oh just a something I picked up when I got to town. Do you like it?” Gina asked. 

“Yes very much,” he told her.

“Would you like some more?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” he answered.

Gina unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. She slipped out of her bra with one hand as she poured him another glass of wine. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She was a vision walking toward Max stripped down to nothing but her red high heels, holding two glasses of wine. If he could see her now he would simply die. 




W.A.R.S. Tournament Ch. 05



“Here you are,” she said.

Max reached out to take his glass. Gina straddled his lap and sat down on him. Max startled at the shock of her body against him. He put his empty hand on her naked hip. 

“Ms. Atkins! What in the hell…?!” she pressed her lips against his.

He resisted her. He was determined to find out what had happened to Gina before he would ever consider taking up with a new love interest. Now he found himself blind and being assaulted by this strange woman. 

“Finish your wine Max. Doesn’t it taste better than it did in that dusty dark bell tower? Don’t I taste better than I did in that dusty dark bell tower?” Gina watched his face; her eyes began to tear up.

As the reality set into Max’s confused mind his grip on her tightened. She was different somehow. But who wouldn’t be different than Max and Gina had been in Detroit all those months ago? They had been two dirty combatants in hell then. Now her fragrance was sweet and wonderful.

“Gina? Gina?” he pulled her close, tears welled up in his eyes.

Gina took his wineglass and sat both glasses on the coffee table behind her. She kissed him again. This time he kissed her back. He could feel her tears run down her cheek and onto his. 

“Max,” she cried softly. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I just knew they would…? I can’t believe you’re here. Oh Max, I love you so much.”

“I love you to baby,” he sighed in her ear, choking back the tears.

He held her close and sobbed on her shoulder. He couldn’t say anything. The emotions that were running through him were indescribable. He didn’t know how he would react when they were finally together again but he never thought they would just sit and cry on each other. But that’s just exactly what they did. Max held her for almost an hour. Then she opened his robe and pulled it off his shoulders. She untied his gown and dropped it off his chest. When she pressed her warm naked breasts against him he melted. He began to massage her back. His touch got harder with each sweet stroke of her sleek tender body. Soon Gina was kissing his face and his neck and his shoulder and every square inch she could get her lips on. She felt his enormous manhood swelling against the inside of her thigh. She reached down between his legs and took hold of him.

“Oh Max, I have missed you so much,” she cried into his ear softly.

Gina dropped to the floor between his knees and lovingly pulled his gown off. She took him in her hand and kissed the head of his penis. He tried to stop her as he had that night in the bell tower. She reminded him that he had stopped her once but he wouldn’t stop her this time. The harder he resisted her the harder she fought to have her way. Max finally gave in to her and lay back to enjoy the pleasure. The words ‘I love you’ were muffled as she slipped her lips over the hood of his tool. 

Max tore the bandages off his eyes. A blurred Gina was better than no Gina at all. He could make out her dark hair bobbing up and down on him. He pulled her face to his. She didn’t resist. She had had her way with him. She had been dying to repay him for his loving treatment between her legs that night in the tower. Now she had repaid him. 

He stood her up and she led him to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed. He ripped at the covers beneath her until she lay on the soft coolness of the sheets. He kissed every square inch of her body as she kissed every square inch of his. They were so lost in the passion of their reunion that their only concern was to pleasure the other with no thought of themselves. They were both sweating and heaving and breathing hard in no time. The desire poured from their bodies like sand escaping a broken hourglass. And the fire that burned in them was hotter than either one of them had ever experienced before. When his tongue danced wildly between her thighs she took one testicle in her hand and kissed the other one roughly. His member throbbed in her other hand, rising and falling with each kiss. Max forgot the pain in his back. Nothing could hold him back now.

The delicious pain that Max gave Gina when he pushed inside her was welcome. She had longed to have him fill her again from the minute he was torn from her. She gazed longingly into his eyes as he pressed against her. Her eyes slammed shut when his size overcame her. She wrapped herself around him with her arms and legs and held on tight. Before long each stroke was wet and wonderful. Max eased up some when Gina moaned loudly. She dug her fingernails into the back of his head and begged him not to stop. He thrust against her harder and she screamed in pleasure. He felt her body convulse and squeezed hard around his swollen penis. Max felt her precious hot juice bath him every time his head slammed against her wet velvet wall. It wasn’t long before Max was shooting his cream deep inside her. He dropped his head into the bend of her neck and cried at each luscious squirt of his cum. He fell spent atop her sweat drenched body. She sucked on her lips licking them quickly from time to time. Her breathing was rough and labored. He had satisfied her like nothing had ever satisfied her before. Neither of them spoke for the longest time. Theirs tears mingled on their cheeks. They were beyond words to be back in each other’s arms. 

When they finally did speak they told each other their stories. They spent the whole night catching up stopping only once to make love again. They concocted their story to keep Gina a secret. They decided that one day, when Gina’s statute of limitations was up they would tell the whole story. Delores had found out that Gina would be out of trouble in three more years. They had to keep her under wraps until then. Even without Gina in the story Max’s tale was exciting. He even shared his sexual encounters with Gina. He begged her forgiveness and assured her that if he had seen this day coming he would never have touched another woman. But he saw his future as dim and uncertain, so he took his pleasure where it presented itself. After she let it sink in she told Max that she didn’t blame him and that she would probably have done the same thing. Max promised that Gina would be the only one from this day on. She snuggled tighter under his arm and nodded her head ‘ok’ against his shoulder. 

Max started talking about what they could do. The half-million dollar fund he would receive with his pardon wouldn’t take them too far. It might get them a nice house but it wouldn’t keep them alive for much more than another five or six years. Gina laughed when Max started worrying about getting by. She informed him that the day he had won his fourth tournament a dozen movie producers and another dozen publishing companies had started bombarding the Daily Digital with requests to speak to Delores about getting Max to sell his story to them. The highest bid for his life story to date was well over ten million dollars. Now that he had actually lived through this thing the price was sure to go up. Max laughed now. He never thought about this ordeal paying off like that. He was hoping that Delores Atkins had been planning on paying him something for their interview. They had a good laugh. The sun was coming up outside the hotel room window. It was going to be a beautiful day. Max and Gina were still laughing when their lips embraced to greet the new day. Their laughter melted into sultry breathing as they made love. 

Max and Gina didn’t leave the hotel room for almost a week. They ordered room service and made love. That’s all that matter to either one of them. Gina managed to get her story written and e-mailed to Bob Tracy for editing. The hospital tracked Max down. He told them he was fine. Lloyd Wilson called Delores’ hotel room. He teased Max about her and told him not to forget the ceremony. The president was waiting for Max to get healthy but he wouldn’t wait forever. Max assured Lloyd that he would be ready by the first of next week. Lloyd told Max he would alert the White House so they could be ready for him. 

Max made the ceremony on Wednesday. He sat on the podium next to Lloyd Wilson and two other W.A.R.S. big wigs while the president made an impressive but meaningless speech. Max searched for Gina in the audience. His vision was clearing more every day. It was almost back to normal. When he finally spotted her his eyes never left hers. Lloyd nudged him in the ribs when he was supposed to stand to accept his pardon. He limped to the podium with the help of a cane. The president shook his hand and gave him his pardon. No one could put Max through this again. Max made a small speech thanking everyone for coming. It was an empty speech, his real thanks meant for only one person here today. 

Lloyd shook hands with Max when the ceremony was over. He gave him paperwork on the financial dealings. There was a bank account established for Max with five hundred thousand dollars placed in it. It was tax free, all there for Max to spend as he saw fit. Compared to what Gina told him it would be a drop in the bucket to what was to come. Max was about to find out how right Gina had been. He fought his way through the crowd to find her. Hands were shoved into his. He shook more hands in fifteen minutes this day than he had in his whole life. Every other hand held a business card requesting a minute with Max to discuss some book or some movie. Some wanted him as a business partner to push some worthless product or something of that nature. Reporters hounded him to give them interviews. He tuned them out as he worked his way toward Delores. She was busy chatting with her fellow Daily Digital colleagues. They were congratulating her on her story. It was sure to win awards both great and small. She tried to act nonchalant when Max got to her.

“Well Mr. Fallon, quite an impressive performance. You look good standing next to presidents,” Gina’s stared betrayed her.

“Well, thank you Ms. Atkins. A nice story you’ve written about me. Let me be the first to congratulate you,” Max held her hand tightly the whole time.

“Too late Max. Delores’ story is all the rage. You may be the last to congratulate her,” one of Delores’ coworkers sounded off. 

“Oh well as long as I get my two cents worth in,” he said, his eyes still locked on hers.

“Oh by the way, I hear you have been wining and dining our Ms. Atkins. We love her at the Digital. Better be treating her good Mr. Fallon,” another older man standing in the group added.

“Nothing but the best for our Ms. Atkins,” Max told him, glancing at him smiling but quickly looking back at Gina.

“Well, Mr. Fallon, what are your plans now?” Delores asked him.

“Oh I don’t know for sure. I might head to some quiet place and take a nice long rest. Want to come with me?” he said smiling down at her.

Gina blushed and looked around at her friends. She pulled Max through the crowd. Lots of people stopped them before they could get alone. Everyone wanted a minute of Max’s time. Max referred them to his business manager and pointed to Gina. He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the crowd to the limousine waiting in the front drive of the White House. They were back in their hotel room in a few minutes. 

They stood at the window and watched the lights of the city slowly coming on below them. Max held Gina against him like he would never let her go. She swayed in his arms, her back against his chest. He turned her around to face him and began to slowly lift her dress. 

“Yes Max,” she said.

“Yes what Gina?” he asked.

“Yes…anything. Yes…everything. Yes…all of me for all of you. Yes to whatever you want. Yes,” she sighed as she gazed lovingly into his eyes, his peaceful safe eyes. 

He pressed his mouth against hers. Nothing could part them again. He wouldn’t let it. He fought with her clothes as she fought with his. He looked good in his tux but she ripped at it to undress him. He picked her up in his arms pulling her naked body against his. The warm touch of her flesh would never grow old for Max. 

Max Fallon loved Gina Phillips!