Thrust & Parry: Z Day (12 page)

“Paddy, on me!”
Jim called and Paddy appeared in a few seconds. “Can we help the ladies back in to get across the car park?” Paddy nodded and stood to one side of the tailgate. Jim stood to the other. Monica and Sam wandered over to Paddy who took their hands like a gentleman and helped them up. Laura moved over to Jim’s side and gave her trademark cheeky grin as she drew level. Jim realised in the gloom the other girls hadn’t seen her little show or his reaction to it. Before she climbed up Jim felt a hand grip his erection and he let out a gasp. Her smile widened and she stepped up without taking his hand. She wobbled slightly and Jim threw his hand up to stop her falling. He caught her arse and his thumb was over her pussy. She looked back and giggled. As she started to climb again, very slowly, Jim couldn’t resist and squeezed her arse softly. Jim left the tailgate down the short trip and called to Whethers to get moving. The truck pulled outside the drill hall and Jim assessed his next move and tried to push the thought of Laura to the back of his mind.

“Right lads.
Here is what we are going to do.”

Chapter 10

It had taken 20 minutes for the lads to get ready. He had left Whethers to watch the girls while he, Rim and Paddy cleared the TAC. He didn’t trust Rim with the girls. They would only have to clear the Yorkshire regiments area which was segregated form the rest of the buildings. They were all RLC (Royal Logistics Core) buildings which could probably account for the fat soldier zed earlier. Paddy took point at the door with Rim right behind him. Jim was taking the supervisor role in this one as was fairly normal with FIBUA (Fighting
In a Built Up Area) fighting. He nodded at Rim who nodded back and tapped Paddy on the back before stepping back to let Rim move in with Paddy. Paddy pulled the door open and disappeared from view, Rim hot on his heels. Jim held back for the command.

“Room clear, 3 doors left, door front, 3 doors right.” Paddy called out. This let Jim know the basic layout of the next room so he could plan ahead. Jim barged in to see both his men in different corners on their knee. He said nothing simply pointed at the first door on the left. It was the men’s toilets and was slightly ajar, held open by a blood soaked
beret . They stacked up once more and Jim gave the tap. They barged in once more and Jim could hear the scraping of boots on tile.

“Room clear!”
Paddy called through and it echoed round the toilets. Jim pushed into the room once more and remembered this bathroom well. The left hand side had several urinals whereas the right had taps. The room turned back on itself at the back of the room and Jim stepped down to it. The left hand wall was lined with several showers and toilet cubicles. One of them was open and a body with a pool of blood stuck out of it.

“Finish him.” Jim said as he turned to leave. There was a loud bang that bounced around the room and the smell of cordite filled the air once more. Seconds later Rim and Paddy appeared. Rim was wiping his hand on his trouser leg. Jim pointed to the ladies toilet and they re-visited the same procedure. The next was the bar, there was 2 or 3 zeds clawing at the door and they soon had them re-killed. Jim switched to the right, knowing the next door round lead to the drill hall. The right hand 3 was offices. All 3 were locked. He moved to the corridor and froze. There was something happening on the drill hall floor. Jim could hear the familiar screech of the zeds followed by grunting and crashing. Jim nodded at the lads and they stacked up in a second. He gave the tap and followed them through. Paddy turned to Jim to shout but Jim held a finger to his lips and simply pointed to the drill hall door. Paddy nodded and simply powered through the next door, followed by Rim then Jim. An absolute hulk of a man was surrounded by 3 zeds. Jim recognised him instantly, it was Graham. Jim had been told his last name but everyone called him Graham.
Probably the only man in NATO to be on first name basis with everyone. He had been with 4 Yorks for around 30 years as he had joined at 17 and was one of the most respected men in the army. He did his own thing and didn’t even try to pass fitness tests. This was largely apparent to Jim in the form of the large beer belly jiggling as he tried to watch all 3 of the zeds. He was a driver by trade but he mainly just helped out here and there.

“Twitch it’s fucking brilliant to see you but you touch any of these 3 and I’ll make you eat your own bollocks.” Graham called out without looking over.

“You got it mate.” Jim replied but didn’t lower his weapon in case they decided to change targets. The zed to his left pounced forward and Graham swung a shovel hand round and slapped it across the face. The zed went flying into a wall leaving an imprint in the plasterboard. It didn’t move again and Jim guessed he had cracked its skull. The other two decided to take him on together and this time he swung both hands round and literally banged their heads together. They stopped in a tangled pile on the floor and fought each other to get up. The one that won pounced back at him instantly, he grabbed its head and spun it round so it was facing away from him. Wrapping a monster of a forearm round its neck he twisted hard and the neck snapped. He dropped it and focused on the final zed. As he stepped forward the zed with the broken neck lunged forward, head lolling wildly, and managed to sink its teeth into Graham’s right calf. Graham let out a cry and span round, digging his boot into the zeds temple hard. The zed went limp and he turned back to the last one. It was on its feet now and moving forward slowly, shaking it’s head. Jim thought must have had some damage to have slowed down. It tried to lunge forward but missed and skidded across the drill hall. Graham was on top of it at once. He rolled it over and started to pound its head into the wood floor. He screamed at it as he did so, hitting it in time with his words.

“STOP.TRYING.TO.KILL.ME.YOU.BASTARD.UNDEAD.FUCK!”
By the time he had finished his sentence he was just pounding bits of flesh into the floor. He stood up and gulped in air. Jim took a deep breath and raised his weapon.

“Graham, have you been bitten?” Jim asked as he lined up Grahams head.

“Fucking wanker bastard thing got me. Can you fucking believe it?” He yelled pulling his trouser leg up to show a deep bite mark oozing blood.

“I’m sorry buddy but you’re going to turn soon enough. Do you want to do it or shall I.” Jim didn’t feel right taking this man’s life. He was the most experience soldier he knew.

“Fuck it just do it Twitch!” Graham called turning to face him. Jim tried to ignore it and squeezed the trigger. As gun kicked and Jim didn’t even watch his former friend fall. He simply turned and walked back into the corridor, head down and silent. He gave himself a mental kicking “Get a fucking grip man! Hesitate and die you thick fuck!” The yelled in his head and forced the focus back into him.

“Right lads last push.” Jim pointed at the 2 storage rooms. Paddy hesitated for a second before stacking up on the nearest one, it was the armoury but it was locked. He shifted to the second one. It was the Leeds stores. They followed the same procedures and cleared out the small store room. They all moved back to the truck.

“It’s late. We are going to bed down for the night here and move out when we have all had a chance to recover. Rim sort out the sleeping arrangements. I want everyone in the bar, men on one side women on the other. Whethers I want some form of secure stand for the Gimpy. I want it to be useable from the standing position to see through the glass in the entrance doors. Paddy, stag list, one squaddie with one female.” Jim paused and took a look around as he pulled out a pack of cigs and passed them round. Laura, Monica and Paddy took one and the lit them all up before lighting his own. “Ladies if you could pick a squaddie and help out where you can. I am going to check out these offices so I don’t want anyone reacting unless I tell them to ok?” The ladies gingerly stepped down; Monica wandered over to Paddy who told her Whethers could probably use the help. She nodded and stood next to him instead.  Sam moved over to Rim and stood next to him with a look of distain on her face. Laura, as expected, bounced over to Jim and stood by him, puffing away.

“Right lads, get to it.” Jim ordered and each of the pairs went their separate ways while Paddy sat on his daysack and started writing in his notepad. Jim turned to Laura.

“You stay behind me and only do what I say ok?” Jim had an authoritative edge in his voice that would have made a bear piss his pelt. She simply smiled and nodded. He turned and wandered up to the first office on the right. It was the big office and Jim knew used to have all sorts of goodies in it. He tried the handle once more before stepping back and giving it a hard kick. The lock gave and the door swung open. He raised his weapon. The zeds seemed to react to noise so he tried something.

“Army, stop or I will fire!” Jim called into the room as loud as he could, there was no movement. He stepped in slowly, taking careful steps as he moved into the room. It was about 10 foot long from the door and had a makeshift wall down the left hand side made from filing cabinets that created a corridor about 4 foot wide that opened out at the end. He moved down to it and peeked round the corner. The next part was around 12 foot square and had a desk in the back left corner as Jim looked at it and a desk directly to his right. There were 2 wardrobes in the free corner and Jim moved over to them. He turned round to talk and realised Laura was still stood at the doorway.

“Come in darling.” He called and seconds later she appeared round the filing cabinets. Her cheeky smile was back. “Right I need you to try find…” He was cut short as she put a finger up to his lips.

“Finally, we‘re alone.
I have wanted to do this since I met you.”  Her hand ran down his chest and she tucked a finger into his belt buckle. He leant back against the wardrobe and stared at her for a second. She slipped her hand down his pants and grabbed a rapidly hardening cock. She began to stroke it. Jim let out a gasp of pleasure and pulled her hand out.

“Not now. We have
work to do.” She stepped back and playfully put out her bottom lip. “I need you to find the key safe.” She accepted she was getting no-where and started searching for it. Jim turned his attention back to the cupboard. He ignored his raging erection and pulled it open. There was all sorts of goodies in it from bottles of weapon oil to old ration packs.

“Got it.”
Laura called from behind the desk in the far corner. He moved round and saw what she meant. The desk had a draw on the left and side with a cupboard under it. The cupboard was open and the key safe was inside. He tried the door but it was locked. He sighed as he thought of his next steps.

“Right, I need the key for this, you look for it and I’ll go and find an alternative.” Jim strode out the room as Laura started searching for keys. Jim checked in on his lads. Whethers and Monica were stacking all manner of tables and boxes to try make a stable platform. He left them to it and stepped into the bar. That’s when he saw it. Sam was backed up against the wall and Rim was stood close to her. The look on her face proved his charm wasn’t working. Jim closed the gap between them and put a hand on Rim’s shoulder.

“Would you like to explain what you’re doing Rim?” Jim asked with the authority returning.

“It’s called pulling Twitch I thought you would recognise it.” Rim replied with a sneer.

“Sam, would you like to sleep with Rim?” Jim asked calmly.

“God no.”
Sam replied pulling a face that would suggest she had a bad taste in her mouth.

“There question answered now leave her the fuck alone!” Jim ordered and Rim slumped off to continue sorting the sleeping bags.  “You ok?” Jim asked Sam.

“Yeah no big issue, I’ve had worse today.” Sam had that defiant look back in her eyes. Jim turned and left the bar just as Laura appeared in the doorway.

“I can’t see any keys but there is a screwdriver in here.” She called holding up a sturdy looking flathead screwdriver.

“Good. I just need a hammer and I can get it open.” Jim marched over to the store room and searched the shelves. It didn’t take long to find a rubber lump hammer so he made his way back. Laura was sat on the desk with her legs crossed when he returned.

“Right, where’s the screwdriver?” Jim asked. Laura didn’t say a word she simply leant back and opened her legs. There was the screwdriver pushed handle first between her glistening lips. She just stared at him, that cheeky smile returning to her face. “Laura come on, hand it over.”

“Come and get it big boy.” Laura teased. Jim realised he wasn’t going to win this one and stepped forward. He took the screwdriver by the head and started to pull it out. It was a tight fit and he heard her gasp with pleasure as it started to come out. “Oh god yes.” She breathed as it was almost out. Jim decided to tease her a little more and pushed it back down to the end of the handle hard. She let out a small squeal and started breathing heavily. Once again he started pulling it out ever so slowly. Her gasps turned to small moans as he got to the half-way point again. “Faster, faster please.” She begged and he slowed down some more. He pulled the rest out and wiped it on her dress. He straightened back up and got back to work. She laid there for a minute breathing before composing herself and sitting back up. “Why won’t you fuck me?” She asked playfully.

“We have
work to do.” Jim replied simply as he lined the flathead up with the safes lock.

“Can’t you multitask?” She asked with a smile.

“No.” Was all Jim said before he smacked handle of the screwdriver. It dug into the lock and he struck it again. The lock popped inward and Jim stuck his finger in the hole that the lock used to be in and pulled the door open. Laura was still pouting as she pulled her dress down and slid off the desk. Just then Paddy appeared at the door.

“Boss?”

“What’s up Paddy?” Jim replied as he turned round.

“Stag list.” He held out a scrap of paper and Jim took it. “The lads each have one and I’ve got one for the stag position.”

“Right,” Jim glanced at the list. “You’re up first with Monica so stag on. Il come and
give you a brief in a minute.” Jim studied the list. He was on at 4am with Laura and again at 7am with Monica. He smiled. Paddy always gave him the shit stags because he knew he wouldn’t complain. He tucked the list in his pocket and lit up a cigarette. He offered one to Laura and she took it and the lighter. They smoked in silence for a while and then moved to the next office. As they stepped out the door Jim noticed the stag position was built. It was a contraption made up of boxes, desks and tables. The Gimpy sat on top of it at shoulder height. Whethers was stood admiring it and Paddy was behind it lining the Gimpy up with the doorway. It was up against the wall between the ladies and the bar and faced the only viable exit. Monica was sat against the wall behind paddy looking bored. Jim broke off from the office search and stuck his head into the bar.