Author’s Note : There is some minor violence in this story, I try to keep it cartoony, just like the source material does. Oh, and Advance Wars belongs to Nintendo.
Missiles screeched over the smoggy air. A bang shook the earth as the redhead took out her binoculars. Direct hit. Two smoke trails spewed out of the bomber as it fought to salvage its altitude.
She pulled a radio from her pocket. “Bomber down. Repeat, bomber is down. Make your move, double time!”
“We read you loud and clear. Move out!” The radio called back.
She remained perched atop a tree, peering over her commandos as they marched. The Orange Star troops in their vibrant uniforms rushed to the central building. One shoved a door, unable to press through. He waved to one of his squad to approach. They set a bag down and began securing the explosive charge.
A louder engine growled through the hills, and the black tank made an approach.
The redhead’s eyes widened as she snatched her radio. “We’ve got a contact. Enemy tank approaching your location. You gotta get out of there!”
The radio remained silent.
She checked her binoculars again. “This is Sami, your commanding officer! Answer me! Break off the attack!” The tank rolled closer, and merely needed to turn to spot the troops.
“Oh no, they can’t hear me!” Sami’s voice shivered. “I have to do something!” The redhead clenched her fist, and jumped from the tree, rolling through snapping twigs. She mounted her motorcycle, and the engine roared to life. The ground beneath her shook, spooking birds from the dense foliage above. Tires spit rocks behind her, launching the bike.
As she weaved through the trees, narrow eyes fixated on her target. Those were her commandos. Nobody would hurt them on her watch. She reached for her hip and withdrew a small firearm.
“Knock knock!” She called out, pinging a few distractions into the side of the tank. The mechanical beast sat for a moment before another motor growled and its cannon began to rotate toward her. Sami smirked and accelerated weaving through the trees as the tank began to pursue.
Adrenaline rushed through her as she raced the forest grounds ahead. She extended her arm and popped a few more shots into the heavy armor. A sudden “boom” and rushing shock wave prompted her to jump her motorcycle. Still, she began to circle the tank, eating the radius little by little.
One hand on the handlebars, the other reached to her belt. She was now too fast and too close for the tank to fire on. Sami bit the pin of the hand grenade and pulled. “Hyaaaa!” It rattled its way into the cannon, before stopping with a “thunk.”
The redhead revved her motor and took a hard turn, speeding away from the lumbering tank. She used a downed log as a ramp, jumping to safety. Seconds later the tank erupted, the fireball bursting from the inside. The cannon flipped and crashed into the ground, as the burning driver climbed out from the wreckage.
“Ahhhh!” He shrieked. “I’m on fire! Ow ow ow ow ow!!!” The black-suited soldier panicked as he rolled on the ground. After smothering the flames, he scrambled to his feet and fled. “Working for Lash isn’t worth it!”
Sami smirked. “…Lash, huh?” She revved her motorcycle and grit her teeth.
The soldier stumbled past the trees, trying to punch as much ground behind himself and danger as he could. He turned his head as he heard the motorcycle follow him. “Where is… where is… ahhh!”
Sami slowed the motorcycle down, leaning into a hard turn, eyes locked on the Black Hole soldier. The cat had caught its prey. She leaped off the motorcycle and aimed her heavy boots at the soldier’s face.
“Wait, wait we can talk about thi-OOF”, he bounced into a tree, stunned by the sudden dropkick.
Sami stuck her legs up into the air and flung herself back to her feet. She marched on the infantry, gripping his suit and pulling his face close to her.
“P-please! Don’t hurt me!” The soldier flailed his arms.
“Oh, I won’t. I need you alive. I have a message you’re going to deliver to your commanding officer!” Sami tightened her grip on the black suit. “Tell Lash to pull her troops out of Orange Star territory. We’ll NEVER stop defending our nation!” She barked, shaking the soldier.
“O-okay! I’ll tell her! I’ll tell her!” he said.
“Now get out of my sight!” Sami said, tossing the soldier to the ground. She watched him scramble to his feet and flee. The redhead took a deep breath and made her way back to her motorcycle. She reached for the radio on her belt.
“This is Sami, does anyone read me?” She released the button and waited a moment. The commanding officer ran her hands over her gear, ensuring everything else was in place. A survival knife, a small handgun, and a spare grenade. The radio didn’t answer back.
“Wonder how far out I am…” Sami pressed the button again. “This is Commanding Officer Sami. Does anyone read me?” She put the radio on her belt. Still no answer. “Better head back.”
Sami made her way back to her motorcycle and set it upright. She sat on it, hit a couple of switches, and gripped the handle of her motorcycle. It rumbled and vibrated. The redhead gave it a quizzical look as her bike gave odd, irregular pulses. “…Odd… can it get me back?” She revved the motor, and it went dead.
“…Shoot…” Sami hopped off the motorcycle and knelt down to take a closer look. Dark oil dripped from the motor onto the ground. “Ugh…. damn it, Andy. You said you fixed that.” She shook her head. “It’s a liability, I’ll recover it later.”
“This is Sami. If anyone can hear me, my bike is down. Returning to base on foot.” She said into her radio.
“Are you SUUUUUUUUURE?” came a cackle.
Sami’s blood went cold. She drew her pistol and took aim. Her eyes bolted around the trees. “Show yourself, coward!”
“Ah ah aaaaah!” a giggle followed.
A hum shook the ground, and a tree collapsed. Another tank, much larger than the last, forced its way through nature with a dull, electric hum. Its metallic, ebony exterior shined in the sunlight that could now come through. The massive cannon pointed at the redhead.
“You should put your little pea shooter down! It won’t help here!” Came the same voice.
“Grr…” Sami grit her teeth and dropped her pistol.
“Sami, Sami, Sami.” The hatch popped open, allowing steam to pour out of the tank. Insane, dark blue spikey hair sat atop a pale face, baring a wicked grin. A long black coat sat on top of her shoulders. “You got slooooopyyyyy!” She waved her index finger.
“I got sloppy? I took your lab! You’re the one who lost today!” The redhead spat.
“Am I, Sami? Am I?” She smirked, leaning forward and giving a playful pat to her tank cannon. “Cause last I checked, I’m not the one who just got captured!”
“Grrrr….” Sami gritted her teeth.
Lash had more than a mere tank. There was an entire squad of infantry ready for the capture. Sami had a near-permanent glare on her face as she surrendered her weapons. One blindfold and a bumpy ride later, she found herself being shoved toward a Black Hole prison.
“You know it’s risky to hold me, right?” Sami said. “It’s only a matter of time before everyone’s marching on you.” The chilly, iron bars slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the cool brick walls of the prison.
Lash giggled. “Oh really? Who’s gonna save you? Musclehead? He’s busy with OUR musclehead. And that guy who doesn’t know what an airport is? He’s *never* going to find us.” The goth girl put her hands over her mouth holding another giggle. “Nah, you’re gonna be right here for a while! I got alllll kinds of experiments planned with you in mind!”
There was a beeping sound, and Lash paused. “One sec…” She put a finger to her ear. “Hello…? Oh, hi Hawkey! … uh huh. Uh huh… Yeah don’t worry, it’s part of my plan!” She frowned and stamped her foot. “Hey, I captured their CO! What more do you want?”
Sami raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll take care of it, I promise! He’s not gonna be so grumpy when I show him my new toy!” Lash said. “Then we’ll really be unstoppable!” She released her finger from the earpiece and brought that twisted little smirk back to Sami. “I have a little tech demo to give. After that, I’ll show you some special injection things that MIGHT make you a super commando!” She put a hand to her chin. “Or ooze. Sometimes it’s ooze. A lot of guys turned into ooze. Making super soldiers is hard. Anyway, toodles!” She winked and waved.
Sami watched, wide-eyed as Lash skipped her way to the exit. There was no trusting an enemy. She would, without a doubt, become ooze if she didn’t find a way out. After the exit slammed shut, Sami approached the cell door. The exit didn’t have a handle to grip. She didn’t see any windows. Another thing that stood out was a total lack of guards.
Air forced its way through her nostrils as she crossed her arms. “What, no armed guards? An Orange Star CO isn’t worth guarding?” Sami turned and looked over the cell itself. Outside of basic necessities like a board chained to the wall, there wasn’t much. Just an air vent and a mirror.
Still, the redhead rubbed her chin looking at the air vent. There was no telling where it went. But she’d rather crawl into a running furnace by mistake than just wait to become ooze. Sami climbed on the “bed” and tugged at the vent. Much to her surprise, the vent flexed. She lifted one leg and placed it against the wall. One firm tug and the tiny screws popped out, and the vent jerked free.
Sami smiled. “Shouldn’t go so cheap, Lash!” She looked over the vent. “I really thought she was smarter than this.” As Sami measured her next move, eyes looking at the opening, she let the tip of her boot bounce against the floor. Then she frowned at her boots.
She knelt down and began picking at the knots. “They’ll probably hear these clunking around if I’m doing that.” Sami separated the knots and slid the boots away. The walk back to her home base, wherever it was, would be rough without her boots, but she had to escape. With the heavy footwear left on the cold floor, Sami climbed the bed once more.
The redhead grit her teeth and began pulling herself into the vent. She shivered, the metal felt cold compared to her bare arm. Goosebumps pulled themselves over her skin as warmth fled her body. Still, she shook her head and steeled her will, her feet flailing for a moment before pulling herself up into the vent.
“Almost…” Sami grunted. There was a tug around her hips. She raised an eyebrow and pulled herself again. When she couldn’t go any further, she looked at the opening she was trying to fit through. The vent was squeezing her at the hips. “Oh come on… if I can just…”
The redhead pushed and pulled, trying to get her body deeper into the vent. After several futile tries, she gave a more violent pull, gripping the next part of the vent and straining her muscles to pull herself. Cold metal licked her thighs.
Sami’s eyes went wide. “What the…” Red surged onto her face as she soon realized her pants had slid down to her knees. The pull of gravity revealed her bright orange underwear, decorated with a little white star. “Oh, jeeze… I can’t just do that…”
There wasn’t much room to move. Sami had to shift her body to move an arm to her hips. Escaping without her weapons would be a challenge. Going without her boots would be troublesome. Going without her pants would be more embarrassment than necessary. If she could just get a hand on them…
A door hinge cried and Sami froze.
“Oh Saaaaaaaaaaaaaamiiiiii!!!” taunted a familiar voice.
“Crap!” Sami hissed. She pulled her hand back and continued crawling forward. Freedom came first, at all costs. As she pulled herself further and further into the vents, she felt her pants slide down her calves. Her face burned with blush as she pulled her ankles through the waistline and continued.
“It’s time to become a super commando! Or ooze! I can still find a use for… ooze?”
Sami pulled herself around the corner of a vent, gritting her teeth. Despite pulling herself around the corner, she still heard the shriek. Lash knew she escaped. It wouldn’t take long for her to find out how. There was no choice but to keep moving.
“This has gotta lead somewhere…” Sami mumbled to herself, dragging her body through the vents. All the while, she couldn’t help but think of how little she had on. Her tank top didn’t have a lot to contain, but it was always light for easy movement and making it easier to breathe. Her standard-issue underwear was the only other piece covering her modesty.
Well, she also had a bandana and a pair of socks, for what they were worth. Still, this was something she would sleep in, not how she would present herself.
She saw a light ahead of her and continued to crawl. There was a vent she could peer through. Beyond the vent, she could see a table with a map. Little flags were decorating the whole thing. Small figures were also scattered across it. A man in a long black coat nudged one of the figures aside. He took a sip of his coffee.
Sami held her breath.
A door opened. “Lord Hawke, we have urgent news!”
He lowered his coffee cup, closed his eyes, and swallowed. “…Has Lord Sturm arrived yet?”
“No sir… it’s the prison Lash brought in. She’s escaped!” said a soldier in a black outfit.
His eyes barked open and a fist found the table. “Where is Lash?”
“Th-this way, sir! She’s heading for the weapons depot!”
“Move out,” Hawke’s stone-stiff voice uttered.
“Yes sir!” He saluted him and left the room. Hawke soon followed, slamming the door shut.
Sami let out a long exhale. “Phew… don’t want to run into him right now… I’ll have to-”
The duct buckled, and Sami’s weight shifted with it. “Whoa!” The air vent caved with a cacophony of metal parts, crashing onto the floor with Sami in them. She rubbed her head and crawled out from the wreckage, wiping dust off herself.
“Well… at least they don’t know I’m not in the vents anymore…” Sami shook her head. The barely clothed redhead approached the door and looked past it. Black Hole soldiers were scrambling all over the base. She took another glance at the table with the big map.
“This must be their war room…” Sami noted. She saw all the figures, the advances Black Hole was planning. And, most importantly, the location of an Orange Star base she could flee to. Assuming she found a way out. As Sami nodded to herself, she took a breath and looked out the door one more time.
“Form a perimeter around the building. We can’t allow the prisoner to escape,” barked a voice over the loudspeaker.
With no soldiers in the immediate hallway, Sami looked to her left and to the right. There had to be an armory. There had to be equipment she could steal that would make her escape easier. Or at least a vehicle she could “borrow.”
And so, Sami ran, going down the hallway hoping to find something of value. Maybe a spare uniform would serve as a disguise for her barely dressed body. Still, her heart raced and her humble chest heaved. Not only was she deep in an enemy base, the adrenaline pushed just a little harder thanks to her lack of clothing.
When Sami pushed through a door she hoped was the armory, she instead found a larger room with several long tables. At the far end of one of them, was a large muscular man sitting down. The aroma of steak danced through the air as he licked his lips.
Sami’s face turned red as she turned and bolted out the door.
“Hmm?” The man looked to the door. Nothing there. He shrugged and smiled at his lunch.
“Okay… can’t go that way,” Sami said, taking a breath. She continued running down the hallways, desperate for something she could use, or even a simple way out. An opening in the hallway had three paths she could choose, but she hadn’t a clue what laid at the end of any of them.
Except the one to her left had a group of soldiers. If she turned right, they’d see her. But one idea popped into her head. The barely dressed girl bolted across and hugged the wall. Her heart raced.
“What was that?”
“Was that the prisoner?”
‘CRAP!’ Sami thought. Did they see her? Were they going to catch her? Could she outwit them? An idea popped into her head. A crazy one, but she was no stranger to daredevil plans. She took a breath and reached for the zipper of her shirt, the separating metal bits rattling in her ears.
She balled up the shirt and tossed it to the hallway where she once stood. Arms wrapped around her chest in an instant, and she cleared her throat. In the lowest, gruffest voice she could muster, she uttered “The prisoner escaped to the mess hall!”
She braced herself against the wall, hearing the boots march on her location.
“Sir, look! A piece of her gear!”
“She’s headed for the mess hall, move out!” declared the captain.
Sami held her breath as the squad rushed past her. The air shook from the sheer amount of troops pouring across. One shoved his way through the mess hall door and they began pouring in. With her distraction working as planned, Sami wrapped her arms around her chest and kept moving.
Her cheeks were nearly as red as her hair as a result of the bold move. It was a much-needed distraction, and it bought her some time. But it left her nearly nude save for her underwear, a pair of socks, and a bandana.
She paused, her head suddenly slanting. “I totally could have used my bandana for that…” Sami measured her steps and kept her arms over her chest. She had to find a way out before she was found. Or before she lost any more clothing. Just the thought of being caught by Lash dressed as she was now sent a shiver up her spine. That bratty little goth had no shortage of teasing to give from simply catching her. There would be no end to it if she saw her like this.
Sami pushed her way through another door, finding sunlight and outside air. A happy sigh escaped her. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, in fact, she still had to head into them. But she had nearly escaped.
An alarm screamed out through the air as troops scrambled. Sami ducked by a bush, watching Black Hole soldiers rush to get in positions. Then, in the distance, she spotted something. A reconnaissance humvee. Or rather, whatever it was that Black Hole used for that purpose. Their tech had odd ways of maneuvering.
If Sami could just somehow distract those soldiers and then “borrow” that recon, she could make an easy escape. The barely dressed girl wracked her brain, interrogating it for an answer. She had no firearm to make noise with, no flare gun to give an odd distraction with. She also didn’t know where the alarm was for the base.
“Maybe I should just… ouch!” Sami hopped on one foot, clutching the other. Her small chest was free to bounce. “Oooh… stupid rock! Ugh, why did I give up my boots?” Then the redhead paused. “Wait a second…”
She glanced around the corner of the building one more time and knelt down to roll her socks down her ankles. They didn’t cover much, but her head still shook at the thought of removing even *more* clothing.
With rocks in her socks, she gripped one piece of cloth and began spinning it around. She whipped it through the air, and soon after followed with the other. She funneled her hands around her mouth. “GRENADE! GET DOWN!”
Heads snapped and troops scrambled as the rock bounced against the side of a tank. With the base in panic, Sami took a breath. This was her chance. With nothing but a pair of bright orange underwear to her name, she wrapped her arms around her chest and took off running.
She ran, pushing as fast as her legs could carry her. It was reckless, cutting across the center of the enemy camp. The wind whipped around her body, providing a constant reminder of how she was dressed.
“There she is! The prisoner!” called out a soldier.
“Come back here!” Lash shrieked. “Prisoners aren’t allowed to escape!”
“Crap crap crap crap!” Sami panicked as she sprinted. She was nearly at the recon unit. Just a little closer and she’d have a real chance of escaping.
“Fire!” Lash called out.
Sami’s eyes went wide. She wouldn’t really do that, would she? The redhead dove and put her hands over her head.
A fireball rushed toward the humvee, blasting it into a scattered mess of metal pieces. Sami raised her head, and her shoulders slacked as flames roared from her escape route.
A motor hummed and a massive, round tank with legs rolled closer. “Ha ha! No escape route for you!” Lash grit her teeth. Then she looked over Sami, still prone on the ground and nearly naked.
“Cute panties by the way. Always thought you were the bold one, but you’ve been streaking the whole base!” Lash giggled.
Sami grit her teeth, feeling her cheeks get hot. “Sh-shut up! I’m not a streaker!”
“Pffffff ha ha ha!” Lash put her hands on her knees. “The way you dress? Come on, you left your pants and boots in your cell. And you were so quick to use what you had left to distract my dummy guards! I don’t think anyone would have thought of that!”
She giggled again and slapped the side of the round tank. “By the way, how do you like our new Neo Tanks? We were gonna test them out on some of your commando guys. Your little short-range rockets shouldn’t be able to scratch ’em’!”
Sami clawed at the dirt. She was captured, Black Hole had a new tank, Lash was probably planning all kinds of crazy experiments on her, and to top it all off, she was nearly naked.
“Well, since running around the base in your underwear doesn’t bother you, let’s pluck those panties off!” Lash smirked as she extended a hand for Sami’s hips.
Jet engines screamed across the sky.
Lash paused. “…What was that?”
Sami glanced at the air above her, seeing green fighter jets tearing across the clouds above. She gripped some dirt and threw it at Lash’s face.
“Ah! Ouch! Ahhhh!” Lash rubbed her eyes, stumbling around. “Bitch move!”
Sami sprung to her feet and rushed to the Neo Tank, climbing a leg and opening the hatch. Little rockets began hitting different vehicles scattered around the base as the alarm began to scream.
The hinges of the hatch screeched as Sami opened it. A confused pilot looked up before a fist met his face. Sami gripped the collar of his black uniform, pulled the driver out, and tossed him aside. She smirked at the blinded Lash. “See ya later, loser! Thanks for the new tank!”
“What!?” Lash stomped her foot, her eyes red from the sand. “Get out of my tank, you can’t have it!”
Sami stuck out her tongue, extending a middle finger. The redhead gave little thought to her humble breasts sitting in plain view. She lowered herself into the Neo tank, slamming the top hatch shut. The wheels at the base of its legs spat rubble as the tank rushed out of the base.
“No no no no no! Get back here!” Lash hissed.
“LASH!” Hawke yelled.
The goth girl froze. “Y-yes, Hawkey?”
“Our base is under attack. I must meet Lord Sturm elsewhere. You must defend this camp.” He declared.
“His orders, not mine,” Hawke narrowed his eyebrows.
Sami slowed the tank down, looking at the map. Home wasn’t far, she could reach her tent and make herself presentable. Still, she frowned as she pushed the hatch open and climbed out. She brushed off some dirt and removing a few tree branches that crossed her awkward path. There remained a major issue with the borrowed hardware.
It was still wearing Black Hole colors. Ebony coated every panel. And unless Sami found a way to signal stolen hardware, her allies would shell it on sight. Enemy tech needed to be studied, not scrapped. “I need some kind of flag…” Sami mumbled, keeping her arms over her chest. The redhead glanced at some nearby trees for a moment before looking back at the tank.
One stray branch remained stuck on one of the legs. It would have been perfect. The nearly nude girl leaned against a tree. “Wonder how much more of a walk this would be…” As Sami looked at the tank, she felt a tug at her hips. Tree bark snagged her panties, causing her to reach behind to free them.
Then her face froze. Red began to fill her cheeks. She bit her lip as she looked at her standard-issue Orange Star panties. They flew the colors, and they displayed the symbol. They *could* work. But doing that meant…
She shook her head. Was there another way? She needed a safe way home… and this tank needed reverse engineering. Sami rocked her head from side to side. “Ahhhhhg.”
Despite her face feeling hot with blush, she reached for her final piece of cover. “This is for my country… this will help everyone…” A shiver ran up her back. The garment slid down her hips, over her thighs, past her knees, and crumpled at her ankles. One hand dove between her legs as she scooped up the last of her clothes. Of all things, her knees wobbled.
As soon as she was naked, she felt the air. She heard every twig. Every single wave from every leaf drew her eyes. Sami took a breath and hardened her will, and climbed the stolen tank once more. Her hands trembled as she secured her panties to the tree branch on top. “I can do this… I can do this. I just got done with worse. No big deal.”
One quick tug, and her “flag” wasn’t going anywhere. She took a breath and slid her nude body back into the driver’s seat. The Neo Tank rumbled on, growing closer and closer to the allied camp.
It wasn’t long before Sami found her way to the entrance of the camp. A small group of soldiers in bright orange uniforms took aim at the tank before the captain tilted his head. He waved an open palm at his troops.
Sami took a breath and pressed a button to open the hatch. The completely nude girl pulled her head out. “Stolen equipment! I have stolen equipment for Orange Star to analyze!”
The captain raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Commander Sami? Is that you?”
“Y-yep! I escaped their camp and even hijacked this new high-tech tank!” Sami said, keeping her body below the hatch hole. Inside, her legs crossed, her mind yelling at her to cover up. Her arms squeezed her chest.
“Glad to see your safe return!” The captain nodded. He took a longer glance at the tank. “Commander Max will want to see that. Park it near his tent. I’ll inform Commander Nell you’re back.”
“Thank you, soldier!” Sami nodded. She bolted back inside the tank and wiped a little sweat off her forehead. “Phew… I’m in… I’m home…” Sami’s bare body went slack in the tank seat. A moment later, she gripped the tank controls, and the Neo tank lurched into the Orange Star camp.
None of her allies knew their commanding officer was naked in a stolen tank. And they wouldn’t find out. Not if she could help it. The tank lurched past a few buildings before finding a familiar tent.
There were a few odd looks. Sami could only hope that they were for the sheer strangeness of the Neo Tanks design, and not the improvised flag. As she parked the tank near her tent, she took a breath. “Okay, just have to get out, and rush into my tent. One quick move,” the naked redhead said to herself.
The hatch opened, and her face started to redden. Her heart began to flutter and her knees wobbled. “One… two… th-three!” She gasped, pulling her naked body out of the tank.
As she pulled herself from the inside of the mechanical beast, sunlight shined on her sweat-soaked skin. Cool air washed over it. The smooth metal of the tank offered nothing for her to grip to climb down. A barefoot squeaked as it lost traction.
“Whaa!” She gasped, sliding down from the tank and flopping on the ground. A slow, annoyed blink followed before Sami shook her head. The naked girl scrambled for the safety of her tent, crawling into the darkness.
At last, Sami was home. Safe from capture, and free to redress. She pulled herself vertically on her wobbly legs and collapsed into her chair.
“Ugh… it’s over… I think I’ll just sit here for a little bit.” Sami sighed, for once, not bothering to cover. A few minutes, and she’d redress, and greet everyone proper.
“Sami, are you in here?” Came a softer voice. A well-dressed woman, wearing a violet suit adorned with golden buttons, and long flowing blonde hair, pushed the opening to the tent. “I heard you made it back and- oh my!” Her eyes widened.
Sami gasped. “NELL!” The redhead jumped, losing balance in her seat. Momentum shifted, and it moved further and further back. Her arms flailed for something to grab, but her futile effort ended in a crash. Her legs spread, revealing everything between her legs. She squirmed before clamping her thighs together and putting her forearms over her chest.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” Nell blushed, putting a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t know you weren’t decent.” She turned her back. “Um,” she cleared her throat. “When you have a moment, we need to discuss what you saw. Our allies wanted to compare notes.”
“Right! Um…Yes, I can absolutely do that… just give me a few minutes.” Sami said. As Nell walked out of the tent, Sami’s body went limp again. After all her efforts, her commander saw her naked.
Now she wished she was ooze.