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Due to the sensitive nature of this story, some things may have to be redacted. During my time I have served with some amazing individuals from all services including Navy Seals, Marine Raiders/ Recon, and even a few PJs. And they have all been humbling experiences.I was working for a PMC (Private Military Company) out of redacted. This was not my first time working with them, as I reflected getting off the airplane at the redacted airport. Now, the SOP (standard operating procedure) was that I exit the plane and head to a parked vehicle waiting outside. As I walked there, I knew I had a “shadow”, another contractor following me to make sure I wasn’t being followed.As I exited, the sun made me squint. I pulled my Gator sunglasses from my pocket and put them on, it was a hot motherfucker in redacted this time of year and the sun beat down on me like it fucking hated me. As I walked out to the SUV, that’s common in this part of the world, I threw my pack in the back. As my “Shadow” came up behind me and shut the hatch, I got in the front passenger seat and he got into the back seat.There in the driver’s seat sat my good friend, we will call him Ronin because he lives like the samurai of old. He smiled big at me having not seen each other for a long time. He then gave me a Glock 17 in a holster with two single magazine carriers. Looking around before we started moving, I pulled the pistol from the holster and dropped the magazine clear of the mag well and pressed my finger down on the magazine’s first round making sure it was fully loaded. Then did a press check making sure there was a round in the chamber, which there was, and then inserted the magazine back into the handgun, placing the pistol and the magazine carriers on.”Spartan, Bostancı Escort you son of a bitch, I haven’t seen you since redacted,” Ronin said with a laugh.”Good to see you, Ronin, it has been too long!” I said taking his hand in a firm handshake.He put the SUV in drive and drove us to the place we would be spending the next five weeks of my life. As we drove, Ronin filled me in on the situation of the surrounding area as well as the crew we had. He also informed me of threats and known dangers in the area to our VIP. The objective was simple, Ronin as well as our crew were assigned to protect redacted. To people that have never done this type of work, it can be very boring. We are just heavily armed security guards. Then Ronin told me about her.”She is an ice queen as cold as she is beautiful!” he said almost spitting as he said it. “She treats all of us like shit, that is if she even gives any of us the time of day!” He then looked at me with all seriousness, “Keep away from her, Spartan.” I smiled. “Hard copy, good buddy!”As we pulled up to the building, the gates were opened and a huge house stood before us as we moved to the parking area. Now I noticed some of the indigenous people moving around in the compound. I looked at Ronin concerned with what I was seeing.He nodded saying, “We are watching a few of them, make sure you stay strapped at all times.”I nodded as we parked and stepped out of the vehicle. That’s when I saw her for the first time and she was beautiful. Standing 5’8”, blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, she moved like an athlete and had the body to match. If I had to guess she had C cup breasts and long legs, I was stunned by this Ice Queen. She walked into the building without Bostancı Escort Bayan saying a word.I was then taken to where I would bunk for the next five weeks, this place was nice and roomy. Each contractor had his room with a nice-sized bed and bathroom with a shower. I was impressed. Never in all my years had I had lodgings this nice. It was always some short third-world country, Ronin smiled in seeing my face light up.”Yea, it’s nice for once but try not to get used to it,” he said almost with a chuckle. “They can’t all be shitholes.”As I walked in I saw a crate at the foot of the bed. Ronin handed me a piece of paper before leaving me to get settled. Opening the paper, I saw it was a combo for a lock which I rightly guessed unlocked the crate at the foot of the bed. I walked over and tossed my bag on the bed and then went and unlock the crate. Upon opening it I found some plate armor and my primary weapon. It was a Scar 17 in 7.62×51 with four magazines, one in the gun, and three in the plate carrier. Working for the redacted had its perks.Since I was the FNG (fucking new guy) at this post, I got the shit assignments and that was watching over the ice queen, but for some reason, she was always smiling and chatty with me. We will call her Shiva because she worked for the redacted for just a few years and was an analyst which required her to go “outside the wire” from time to time. We would always go in civilian clothing, my G17 with me in a holster at my hip under my button-down shirt.Being in that proximity, we build up a friendship that the other contractors were jealous of. Her being the ice queen, she had a reputation to uphold but she always had a warm smile for me. A few days turned Escort Bostancı into a few weeks and there had been a few close calls, nothing that required any shooting. But for me and Shiva, it had brought us closer together. One day she decided to ask me something.”Why do they call you Spartan?” she asked one night, bringing me a cold beer as I sat on a balcony.I laughed. “It all revolves around a bar fight I was in. A guy was hitting on this woman and I didn’t like how it was playing out and then he grabbed her by the arm, that was his last mistake. I walked up without saying a word and kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him on the ground, unable to catch his breath. I then walked the lady to her car. My buddy said I “spartan” kicked him, referring to the movie and it stuck.Shiva looked at me amused her pale skin enhance in the moonlight. Her green eyes looked like emeralds in the darkness. Her smile showed beautiful white teeth, the only word that came to mind was, perfect. It was at that moment that I knew something had changed between us and that was not a good thing! Dating at work is never a good idea especially when you are working for redacted in the middle of redacted surrounded by redacted.I had hoped it was the alcohol but after just the one beer I knew better, the Ice Queen was warming up to me quickly and no it wasn’t the heat in the air. I knew I had to excuse myself before things got out of hand. I stood up and told her I had guard duty at the compound’s gate in the morning and with a nod, I walked back to my room. That’s when I knew I was in deep trouble and knew I had to keep it professional but also knew that wasn’t going to happen.The next day, I walked into my room and ripped off my armor with the magazines, radio, blowout kit, and ceramic armor; it weighed nearly forty pounds, and I had been wearing it for twelve hours. Checking my watch, it was 20:00 or 8 pm. And that’s when I noticed movement on the bed. I drew my G17 and aimed the pistol at the bed as I turned on the light and my jaw dropped.
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