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Assault part 10

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Six made no attempt to move, simply lying on the hard ground. Moore lent down and gripped his shaft in her hand. It was hard, throbbing, and slick with her own juices. She pumped him fast and hard, her hand flying over his hardness.

He grunted as he came, his seed spilling out over her hand. He didn't look, his face betraying his mind's location: far away.

“Well that was fun,” Moore said. Her voice betrayed no emotion, but there was some triumph in it, “I'll have some troopers escort you to a proper holding cell. You'll face a firing squad tomorrow.”

Six said nothing. He pulled his pants back up. Curled into a ball and laid there, his eyes were blank and didn't move. Moore dressed herself and walked out just as noisily as she came. Six's rational brain was off, only the parts that involved his survival remained. He had to escape.

A metallic glint on the floor caught his attention. He slid himself closer to see what it was: a bobby pin. One of Moore's bobby pins. Must have fallen out while she...did what she did. This was his ticket out of here.

The lock was only a five pin tumbler, child's play. The troopers sent to detain him were fragile, their necks broken like dried cactus. Uniforms and weapons stolen, escape through one of the outtake tunnels, into the bright light of the Mojave.

Only then when he was far away, on the outskirts of Vegas, did he scream.