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***SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING***

This story contains scenes of consensual sex between a male Utahraptor and a female Utahraptor. Consider yourself warned.

Do not read if it is illegal in your area or you are underage.

I am not responsible for any damage or international incidents as a result of this story, to include mental and physical. Keep track of your own children parents.

Thank you to all of you who left comments:=). They were much appreciated.

I Copyright the RSH, soldiers and characters affiliated with the RSH and Russian Forces Europe in this manuscript.

Any similarities of actual persons, places, or events, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

No Utahraptors were harmed during the creation of this manuscript.

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RSH-Attack

Three years ago.....

Revedov slowly stepped through the shattered concrete, clutching his worn bayonet in his right hand, keeping his left arm up at chest level in a defensive stance. The Chechen Rebel in front of him had no idea of the Spetsnaz soldiers creeping up on him. The man sat idle, thumbing through a dirty, tattered newspaper and smoking what smelled to be a cheap cigarette. The smoke played over in Revedov's direction as he intently crept upon the man along the ruins of a destroyed fountain. The scratched, worn boots played silently through the rubble of a once prosperous and populated village, now nothing more than silence, echoes, and death.

The bayonet point thrust forward and sank home as the Colonel Cupped his gloved hand over the Chechen Rebel's mouth, silencing the eerie death squeal that came forth. It seemed to the Colonel that he had heard this sound all too often. Revedov lowered the man's body to the ground, brushing past the thick, graying beard and thumbing the eyes closed.

Gabriel's head snapped up as he heard a Chechen voice shout across the ruined square. A line of automatic weapons fire stitched up the blocks, searching for the Russian flesh, as the weapons they fired from were so used to doing. Revedov immediately brought his AK74 into his hands as he dove into the fountain for cover. Several more Chechen Rebels soon joined the foray, adding their stolen weapons into the firestorm of gunfire.

"Fire at will!" Revedov shouted, his American-made throat mic automatically picking up the vibrations of his voice box, transmitting the words and ignoring the background noise. The ruins behind Gabriel's position exploded in a blaze of gunfire, shredding several Chechens that decided to make themselves seen. Revedov brought his AK74 up over the lip of the fountain's pool and squeezed off three rounds, catching a Rebel in the chest and sending him to the ground with a sickening thud. He switched the sights to another target, this one zipping rounds over his head with an RPK machine gun, no doubt shooting at the muzzle flashes of his comrades. A pull of the trigger sent the tame recoil down the stock and into his shoulder, and the olive-colored cartridge ejected out of the port with a satisfying metallic sound. The round caught the machine gunner in the head, ending his life instantly. A slight bit of motion from a second story window caught Gabriel's attention, and he switched the selector on the AK74 to fully automatic, spraying the Rebel with hot 5.45mm rounds. A flashbulb emitted from the window as Revedov's rounds made contact, and the concrete next to his head exploded from a barely missed SVD round. The AK came up empty, and Revedov smoothly changed out the magazines, careful to place the spent one into his dump pouch.

As the AK74 returned to his shoulder, he noticed the gunfire had just about stopped. Spetsnaz soldiers rushed past his position and charged towards the former Rebel positions, weapons to the ready. They spread as one, getting into a loose V to search. Shots rang out as they found wounded surviving rebels. This caused Gabriel to shake his head in dismay, tired of all of the killing that he had partaken in for the better part of five years. Here in Chechnya, it is either kill or be killed, he thought to himself, knowing what the Chechens did to captured Russians.

Revedov got up and brushed himself off with one hand, clutching his AK in another and getting his bearings. The adrenaline was still flowing through his veins, causing him to be a tad shaky as he looked at his map. They were somewhere close to the end of their patrol zone. A burst of gunfire jerked his head once more, but not in the manner of before. This was from the other end of the village, from the area that still had a civilian population. He took off towards the area at a run, his AK at the ready. His men followed behind, keeping up the security in a 360 degree perimeter.

As Revedov rounded the corner to the village square, all he saw was a convoy of open-topped Ural trucks leaving the area, adorned with maroon-bereted troops of the GRU. As Revedov focused closer, he then saw the dead.

"Comrade Colonel, what is it?" Krenne ran up behind him, clutching the field phone to the backpack radio he carried. The soldier opened his mouth to speak, but as he saw the scene in front of him, no words came.

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Jay Redfield's vision froze on Meryl as she fell hard, unbelieving that she could be dead or dying. Anger flowed through his veins as he centered the sights on his M4 and snapped the trigger, feeling the recoil ride the stock tube back to his shoulder. The Blue Beret dove behind cover as the Russians broke contact. The volume of fire increased as the Spetsnaz lay down suppression, dropping a few grenades to cover their exit.

Redfield ducked again as green tracers tore the air above him, nearly cleaving his head from his shoulders. A few more rounds towards the retreating Spetsnaz hurried their exfiltration. Jay could see them falling back through the dense green brush. He was up and out of cover, running to Meryl's side as he saw her stir.

"Meryl, Stay still!" Jay shouted as he dropped the M4 on Its sling and reached for the medical pack on Meryl's side. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Jay thought as he furiously tried to free the contents of the bag, seeing the hole located not to far away.

"Jay." Meryl gasped dryly as she looked up at him. Getting nothing in return, she tried again.

"Jay!" She shouted out, looking disturbed at the soldier's frantic shuffling. He didn't stop. Meryl pushed herself up, grabbing Jay and pinning him down in the process. She stared, looking him right in the eye.

"I'm okay. It just knocked the wind out of me." Meryl said, panting and wheezing to get the air back that was rudely sucked out. She could see that Jay was visibly shaking, but he wasn't looking her in the eye.

"Are you sure?" He asked, trembling as he put the selector on the M4 to 'safe'. Learn and Richter faced the direction of the Spetsnaz's retreat with their weapons up. The team wasn't taking any chances.

"Yes Jay, I am sure." Meryl said, nuzzling Jay with her snout as a mother would with her chicks. He reached his hand up and placed it on the soft skin, tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking his collar. With a quick wipe of the sleeve, they were gone. Jay didn't notice Aud staring out of the corner of his eye. Aud looked from Jay to Meryl, deep in thought....

Jay leaned into Meryl and whispered in her ear. "I was so scared that I had lost you." Meryl drew her eyes back and moved the corner of her mouth up and smiled. She thought the comment kind of.....sweet.

"Guardian Two-Two, this is Guardian Three, I have finished planting explosives on the fifth gun." Richter chimed in through the radio, and as Jay looked, he saw the German waving a brick of plastic explosive in the air by one of the Guns. Redfield quickly removed his hand from Meryl's forehead and moved away from her. Jay reached into his drop pouch and pulled one of the bricks from its resting place. He reached under the 2S19's fuel tank and set the charge for remote detonation.

With the detonator in place, Jay moved away from the gun and moved towards the next, looking over his left shoulder to make sure that Learn was still covering their six.

"Guardian Six, this is ASC, over." The ASC radio room came over the network, looking for Jay.

"ASC, this is Guardian Six, artillery silenced and awaiting demolition." Jay responded, bringing the dirty, soot-stained mic to his mouth.

"Guardian Six, the damage here is extensive, but the artillery has stopped. Relay thanks to your pack."

"Roger that ASC, will do." Jay finished, releasing the radio and taking over perimeter security as Learn began to place her charges on the third gun. Meanwhile, Richter went to work on the fourth. All of a sudden, the ASC net came back on the air.

"Guardian Two-Two this is Pirate, we've got flash radar contacts inbound from the border zone. From their speed they look like choppers!" Jay heard the ASC panic as it picked up something on shortwave.

"Everybody down!" Jay yelled as he heard the rumble. He watched as the three Utahraptors disappeared amidst various vehicle wrecks. A set of high-speed rotors flitted overhead, pushing a great wind down onto Jay. The unmistakable sound of Mi-24 gunships as they streaked towards the ASC. The last thing Jay heard over his radio was the sound of yelling, followed only by a static buzz. Explosions resonated through the woods as the first of the Hinds opened up with their fearsome 57mm rocket pods. Jay knew that the aboveground section of the ASC would be completely destroyed. There was the hope further in his mind that the belowground section would remain intact.

But right now, Jay's only concern was getting his team to the designated rally point some two kilometers west. The continuing explosions reinforced this stark statement, turning the team towards the RP with a haste that wasn't normally there. As they left the clearing that lay choked with the charred wrecks of their work, the artillery went up in a dazzling display of fire.

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Sergeant Jordan Learn had always been a woman of observation, liking to sort out the situation at hand before diving in and imposing a solution. In lieu of this, she did NOT like the manner in which they had been forced to meet at their emergency RP. The situation at hand, however, was definitely an emergency.

Learn utilized her newly-issued AN/PVS-14 to gain a small sense of her surroundings as illuminated by a green sun. The new, flat-black set looked like a monocular, and as she placed them on her head, Learn let forth a tired sigh. Today had been more stressful than all of the rest of her life put together.

Her first kill.

She could still picture the man's face in her crosshairs, replaying the gruesome scene over and over in her head. The Sergeant knew she had to push it from her head entirely, at least until she got to the rear.

The artillery and air traffic had picked up dramatically as the evening wore on, building from a few distinct booms and finally crescendoing into a full-fledged symphony with no rests and only repeats. She had no idea if there were even any American forces left.

Jordan turned her attention back to the area in front of her. Stretched before her position was a large four-lane highway, silent and unforgiving as the wind swept across the cold concrete. From what she saw, it looked to be fairly new, blue road signs showing brightly on the viewer. A lone streetlamp shone on the opposite side, flanked on either side by its shot out brethren. Soon, a snap from farther down the defensive line near Richter's position put the illuminator out of commission.

Learn had her position on the top north side of a saddle overlooking the highway. She was dug in about three feet to the right of a small overhang. Jordan had picked the place due to the large, white boulders that covered the saddle on either side, giving her good cover and matching her ACUs almost perfectly. Redfield was dug in to her right and Richter to her left, a slight bit down the slope. The three Utahraptors were set up in a defensive line right on the inside of the forest on rotational guard.

Sgt. Learn settled back into her hole and rested the M16 on the edge, taking in a deep breath and wondering how Jericho was up on top.

"Jericho, Learn, over." She gripped the squawk box on her shoulder and talked into it, hearing Jericho's calm voice over the airwaves. She wanted so much the company of her partner, but she knew that she had to keep her personal thoughts squelched.

"Learn, Jericho, I read you."

"Jericho, sitrep please."

"Situation normal."

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"Pirate, this is Hawk Three, Guardian Two-Two. Come in, over." Jay spoke into the field telephone of his small backpack radio, hoping to reach the field command center thirty miles to the west. Redfield kept his fingers crossed as the static cleared on the other side of the line.

"Guardian Two-Two, this is Pirate, we read you loud and clear on CN one-six push, over." Command chimed in on the line, getting a sigh of relief from Redfield. The soldier was worried that the Russians were in Berlin already, and that they were truly alone.

"Pirate, Guardian Two-Two is staying out late. Camped at Clubhouse three-seven, and awaiting orders."

"Roger that Guardian Two-Two, wait one, over."

"Guardian Two-Two, received and understood, over." Great, Jay thought, they don't know what to do with us. After a short pause, the command center sent a response over the busy airwaves.

"Guardian Two-Two, proceed to grid nine zero two eight. You are clear for any means necessary to get there. Air cover is out of the question, the Spetsnaz have hit us pretty hard. Their planes aren't up either. It looks like a mostly ground war right now, over."

"Roger that Pirate, Guardian Two-Two out."

Jay produced his map, taking out his red light and looking around for the grid specified ninety miles away at Pirate. The grid was at the intersection of two major highways, and no doubt a priority Russian target as well. The hike took them over fifteen kilometers north, through now enemy controlled territory.

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"Meryl, what do you think?" Jay asked the Utahraptor as she peered through the dew-laced foliage at the small village that lay ahead. Over her position, the sun was just rising over the horizon line, and from somewhere down in the village a rooster was crowing incessantly. It was pretty serene, for being in a war zone. The booming of artillery could be heard to the east, and the smell of cordite floated on the wind, and there was enough to even win the slightest hint of detection from Jay.

The female raised her head slightly, not noting anything that would denote a military unit present in the field. She could smell people, but that was to be expected. Meryl also noted the presence of livestock, coming most likely from the barn that they now flanked. She could see no military vehicles in the town. Well, she thought, if Russians weren't there already, they soon would be.

"I smell people, but nothing that would indicate the presence of troops." Meryl reported down to Jay, as he busily scanned the village with his binoculars.

"This village isn't on my map. It looks to have only about twelve houses and a store, and old cobblestone streets. We do need provisions, and if the Russians aren't here yet, we could still get help from the German civilians." Jay consulted with the rest of the pack, looking at their faces as they nervously scanned the surroundings for enemy. Mixed responses got back to him. They all lead towards the same answer. Yes.

"Okay. Jordan, give us sharpshooter cover and make sure we aren't double-crossed. Jericho, spot for her and provide rear security. There is always the possibility that we are being trailed, and I don't want the Spetsnaz to find us again. Richter, you are coming with us to translate, and I want Aud on the village's north flank, to give us cover from there. Meryl, you are on us." Jay quietly delivered the instructions, pointing to each team member in turn and giving them their instructions individually. After watching Learn set her position up in the brush, and Aud sulk off into the high grass to get into position, Jay, Richter, and Meryl stood up and walked towards the barn.

As they drew closer, Jay kept his M4 at the ready, waiting to squeeze a shot off at anything that may endanger his team. Meryl crouched low, getting behind Richter and keeping an eye on all of the openings that had a view towards them. Richter scanned the surrounding area with the scope on his SSG. They reached the barn after what seemed like ages, making a slow, deliberate entrance through the back.

A pungent odor assaulted Jay's nose as he pushed open the barn door, moving the M4 in front of him like a shield. Stalls were aligned along the walls in lines, filled with various livestock, from cows to horses. The latter became visibly agitated as Meryl stepped through, sensing a predator in the room and acting instinctively. The light mesmerized Jay as it came through the cracks in the barn walls, showing shafts of dusty light across the three. All that could be heard as they pressed further was the agitated whinnies and shrieks of the horses.

A sudden movement caused Jay to swing his M4 into line. His vision saw the business end of a pump shotgun, trained directly at his chest.

"Nicht Schiessen!" Yelled Richter, bringing his SSG online.

The Shotgun wavered, but stayed in line with Jay, as the man behind it stepped closer. Jay observed him as a tall man with thinning gray hair, a clean shaven face, and wrinkles aplenty.

"What is your business?" The man said in perfect German, translated through Richter.

"Tell him we are special soldiers that have been separated from our unit, and mean him no harm. We are willing to pay for provisions, and will be on our way when we have obtained them." Jay said to Richter, who then in turn passed it on to the man, who was clearly a Civilian. As soon as he spoke the words, the man lowered the shotgun and moved forward, grabbing Jay in an embrace. He was talking enthusiastically and hugging Jay with what he swore was all of the man's might.

"He says we need not pay for provisions, and that he is glad that we are here."

The German man released Jay and pointed to himself.

"Karl."

"Karl, Pleased to meet you." Jay said in English, extending his hand for the German to shake. Karl grasped it, and shook vigorously, speaking again.

"Karl says he is sorry for the rude introduction, he thought we were Russians stealing his livestock."

"That's okay."

"Come, come!" Karl indicated, showing them out the door to the outside. Once they were in view of Learn's position, he waved for them to come on down. It puzzled Jay as to why the German wasn't even afraid or questioning about Meryl's presence.

Karl led him to the farmhouse, where Jay could see several lights still on downstairs. He also saw Meryl examining the cobblestone, for she had never seen or touched such a strange surface.

"Come in please." Karl said, opening up the doorway to the house and speaking in broken English. Jay entered, seeing whom he imagined to be Mrs. Karl sitting in the kitchen with two small children. The children, both with thick blonde hair, looked towards the door in curiosity. Redfield saw that he must have interrupted the family during breakfast.

"Tell them we are sorry for interrupting their meal." Jay said to Richter, slinging his M4 behind his back. At least they were friendly, he thought.

As soon as Meryl ducked under the doorframe, it seemed to Jay as if all of the air was sucked from the house. Apparently, the kids were seeing something that they could only imagine in their nightmares.

"Richter, please tell them that her name is Meryl and she will not hurt them. Tell the children as well that she is here to protect them." Jay hurriedly instructed, hoping to get Meryl off on the right foot. The children calmed down visibly at Richter's translation, but they still shook with fear. Meryl, noting their still-present anxiety, moved closer, lowering her head towards them. She instinctively averted her eyes, and didn't make a move as the children outstretched curious hands to caress her flesh. Redfield could see the corner's of Meryl's eyes upturned in the same awkward smile that he sometimes witnessed himself. As the kids smiled, everybody in the room relaxed. A tense start to an already tense day.

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"Sergeant Redfield, this is Herr Stephen, the mayor of this little village. He prefers to speak to you in English, rather than have me translate." Richter said as he introduced the short blonde man, indicating to him with his hands and speaking fairly relaxed. Redfield extended his hand for the German to shake, which he promptly did.

"Pleased to meet you Herr Stephen. I apologize for any disruption my team and I may have caused by coming to your little village." Jay spoke with a formal tone, eyeing the reactions of the German, and hoping to keep things as cordial as possible. Herr Stephen, happy to oblige, smiled and responded quickly.

"Of course Herr Redfield. Your presence here isn't causing a disruption compared to the Russians being only a few miles away. I fear that they will show up here at any minute, and we have inadequate means with which to defend ourselves." He looked Jay in the eye, telling him the situation the way it was, and letting Redfield know of the main problem at hand. The smile never left his face. Jay dwelled on that for a few moments, and began to speak.

"Herr Stephen, you and your people have been most kind to us in light of our situation, the least we could do is give you a little bit of help." Jay responded, knowing full well that he was disobeying direct orders to continue. However, command hadn't given him a time frame to be at the rally point, so he decided to call on the technicality.

"We would be most grateful for it Herr Redfield. I have one more thing. These beings you have with you, I know it isn't my place to ask, but can they make decisions for themselves? Are they able to know the difference between right and wrong." He indicated to Jericho, Meryl, and Aud as they stood waiting. Apparently he hadn't heard the many-times-retold RSH story yet.

"Yes."

"Will they help us too?"

"You may ask them for yourself Herr Stephen." Redfield responded, stepping aside and letting him approach the three.

"Can you understand what I am saying?" He eyed them questioningly, not expecting a response.

Meryl looked back to Jericho and Aud, and upon receiving nods from both, answered Herr Stephen in her serene voice.

"We will do everything in our power to help."

Herr Stephen smiled wider than he had been, turning to Jay.

"I know now that we will all be alright."

"Herr Stephen!" A boy came running up the hill at breakneck speed, shouting for the mayor.

"Yes boy, what is the matter?"

"Sir, three wounded soldiers just wandered into the village. They say the Russians are right behind them!" The boy said frantically, looking towards the pack for help.

"Okay, go back home and don't leave there. We'll take care of it." Herr Stephen told the boy, and watched as he ran off the direction he came, no doubt to watch the coming action, and not return home as instructed.

"Sergeant Redfield, apparently we will need your help sooner than expected."

"Indeed." Jay responded, looking towards Meryl. He gave her the nod, which she understood to be the mental instructions for 'go'. She nodded her head, and looked back to Jericho and Aud. No sooner had this taken place that the three Utahraptors took off into the village in a bound, heading for the entrance.

"Ok, Learn and Richter, we are going to proceed to the village entrance and lay down some cover fire for the trio. We need to make sure these Russians don't set a foot in the village, is that clear?" Jay called over the radio for Learn's sake, and listened as the resounding acknowledgments echoed across the airwaves. Redfield, Richter, and Herr Stephen took off for the village entrance at a dead run.

It took them about two minutes to reach the gates, and Jay followed Herr Stephen up a ladder and into an attic of a two story house. Richter had gone up in a three story structure no more than three hundred meters from the gate, with a clear line of sight all the way. Redfield peered out of one of the dusty attic's three windows, making sure to stay far enough back.

"Rifle One to Guardian Two-Two, I have a visual on the trio, and they are in ambush position near the main gate. Guardian Three is in position and shadowing you. There are three German soldiers behind a parked car down below, and I have radio contact with them and informed them of the plan. I see twelve, repeat, twelve contacts moving down the main road, identifying them at this time as Regular Russian Army in a standard wedge formation. Recommend we let them get as close as possible so the trio can have their fun. Rifle one out." Richter called in from his position, being able to see more than Jay without tipping off the Russians to his presence.

"Roger that rifle one. Trio, do you copy?" Jay called over the net, seeing Meryl touch the small gray pad on the front of her armor.

"Trio copies. We will begin the attack shortly, over." Silence followed as a result of the immediate proximity of soldiers. Jay reached down and removed the .45 from its holster, handing it to Herr Stephen.

"Just in case." He said to the man, who took the weapon like an experienced professional.

"Just in case." Stephen echoed, eyeing the black pistol with interest.

Jay dug a few extra magazines from his vest and handed them over as well, switching his M4 into semi-automatic and bringing it up into firing position. The Russians were close now, evident by the sheen off of their equipment in the morning sun. Such a beautiful day.

Meryl, Jericho, and Aud all launched themselves from behind their dense brush cover, hitting the Russian formation from where they least expected it. Meryl leapt onto the back of the PKM gunner and shattered him, allowing Jay to see all the gory details as she drug her claws down the length of the aggressor's body. The man's weapon discharged in a long ragged burst, catching one of his friends in the back of the head, the 7.62x54R causing the unfortunate Russian soldier's melon to fragment and a cloud of blood and brain matter that glistened in the morning sun. Jericho ripped into a rifleman with his jaws, flopping him like a rag doll. The male's tail whipped two more as they brought up their rifles to engage, just now reacting to the split second attack by the RSH Utahraptors. Aud also was successful in his hit, disemboweling a man as he screamed in agony. The male immediately turned and caught another with his powerful hand claws, putting him down with a mortal chest wound that had enough power behind it to rip right through his Kevlar vest. That was all Jay needed for a cue. Just reacting to the scene himself, the PTT button was depressed once more.

"Do it." He called, pushing the M4 barrel through the pane of glass in front of him and squeezing off two rounds towards the Russian soldiers in the open. Jay caught one in the fold of his armor, and he saw the man promptly go to ground. Meryl took the opportunity to tackle one more Russian, ripping with her powerful killing claws down the length of her soldier's upper torso. He didn't have time to scream. Jay dropped a Russian that was yelling frantically into a radio, no sooner picking another target with an RPG than watching the man's head simply disappear from his shoulders. The crack of the Steyr-Mannlicher SSG was heard soon after. Not to be outdone, Learn kneecapped the final soldier just as Aud went to deliver a blow with his heavily-muscled tail. The whip went high, hitting the man in the head and snapping his neck. Jericho and Meryl delivered a simultaneous coup de grace with their killing claws on the two unfortunate Russians that had been knocked unconscious at the beginning of the attack.

"Trio to Guardian Two-Two, all clear low." Meryl echoed over the com, turning back to look up at Jay. He smiled and looked right back.

"Roger that Trio. All units, hold fire. Police up the weapons and scrub the bodies for Intel, and meet me on street level in five."

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With many goodbyes, the pack left the village with full bellies and some much needed foodstuffs. Never before had Jay carried fresh baked bread and homemade jelly in his backpack. The RSH team was thankful for the German hospitality, and they knew that the Germans were equally thankful for the defense of their village. Hopefully Herr Stephen had gotten them to safety by now........

Redfield heard the thundering of the Shilka before he even saw it. The rapid fire discharges couldn't be mistaken for anything else. The sound thumped in his chest.

The self propelled anti-aircraft gun had placed itself in a natural blind spot behind a pile of rocks no more than fifteen meters away, and unfortunately for the Pack, it had a clear view of a 180 degree frontal field of fire. Jay had no doubt that the Russians had deployed some of those little motion-sensing bastards behind the vehicle to further guarantee protection. What was it shooting at?

"Mayday, mayday, this is Sierra two-six, taking enemy AA fire!" Jay heard the incoming mayday over his radio as the Shilka kept firing, confirming Jay's suspicion that they were shooting at an American helicopter. He turned to the Pack arrayed behind him.

"Richter, establish a secure perimeter and give me some cover! I'm going to move around and hit them from the rear. Meryl, I want you to move up about three hundred meters and make sure this thing isn't linked." Jay yelled as he brought his M4 off of its sling. A quick check of the selector verified that it was placed into the semi-auto position.

Several acknowledgements echoed in his ear as he moved into position near the pile of rocks. A small black box protruded from its face and trailed a cable over the rubble. Redfield lowered his M4 and pumped two rounds into the device, watching as sparks emitted from it. He leapt onto the side of the pile and peered over the top at the Shilka, which was still belching deafening fire on ragged fully automatic. Jay could see the heat bleeding off the liquid cooling lines as the Russian armor crewman fed grease-covered 23mm rounds through the top hatch from a pile of ammunition boxes. How had he almost wandered blindly into this?

Jay brought the M4 to his shoulder and loosed a round into the chest of the Russian tanker, sending him sprawling off of the top of the turret and onto the ground with a sickening thud. The gunner, oblivious to the death of his loader, kept on the triggers, trying to follow the damaged American helicopter as it wavered above. Jay hurtled over the top and quickly ran to the edge of the armored vehicle. The steady sewing-machine sound of the main guns deafened him as he used the treads on the vehicle to swing up. Grabbing hold of the sponson boxes, Jay pulled himself up and onto the engine compartment, keeping out of the path of the constantly moving turret, readying a fragmentation grenade and sliding closer to the open hatches. He moved around the attached radar dish and rolled the grenade onto the loader's vacant seat. It trundled across, and fell to the turret floor with little fanfare. Redfield leapt from the tank and crested the rock pile, diving behind cover on the other side.

The crew, confident that their motion sensors were all indeed working, weren't worried about a thing. None of them even had time to scream as the grenade shredded their bodies.

"This Shilka is history!" Jay put out over the net, listening to the affirmatives coming in shortly thereafter.

The damaged warble of the helicopter filled Jay's recovering hearing, and it came into view shortly after. The UH-60 was smoking lightly, with several large holes punched in its tailboom. It looked to Jay is if it may be able to make it back to friendly lines, or at least close. As soon as he processed this thought, a missile jetted out of nowhere and impacted the helicopter in the already damaged tailboom, ripping it clean off. He saw the Blackhawk go into a brutal spin, and come to a crashing halt almost on top of the Shilka's burning remains.

Jay scrambled over the embankment once more and moved cautiously towards the smoldering remains of the helicopter. The machine, a UH-60L helicopter, was laying on its belly in front of the still smoking Shilka. Redfield peered in through the canopy windows, trying to make out any signs of life from the pilots. The lifeless bodies sat upright, heads turned down as if in prayer and hands still gripping the control sticks of their dead charge. He turned away, not wanting to view the sight any longer.

A quick glance into the back rewarded him with a view at what was left of one of the vehicle's crew chiefs, and a figure sprawled out on the floor. At first, Jay thought the man to be lifeless, but a groan emitted from him and soon changed that thought.

"Learn, we need the medical kit up here now!" He yelled over the comm, hearing Learn shout back a reply as she moved through the wreckage towards him. She moved past him and entered the passenger cabin of the Blackhawk, bending down to check the man's vitals.

"Jay, this man is a Colonel." She spoke up as the Colonel began to wheeze, opening his eyes and glaring up at Learn. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but only dry air came forth. He motioned with his hands in a drinking motion at Learn, who quickly unsnapped her canteen. She brought the canteen up out of its pouch and placed it on the Colonel's dust covered lips, watching him drink a few large gulps.

"Thank you soldier, I needed that." The Colonel stood up with a groan, rubbing his back in pain. Aside from the large cuts on his face and the bump on his head, the Colonel was seemingly okay, however, Learn still took the time to double check. Meanwhile, Jay moved outside.

"Not a problem Sir. It is good to see that you made it through the crash with only minor injuries. " She comforted him, stowing away her medical supplies in the backpack that she carried. Learn saw from his name tag that he was one Colonel Frank Scott, and his patches indicated him to be involved with SOCOM in the area. She brought her weapon back up to her shoulder and looked back, trying to further assess the Colonel's ability to walk. She watched as he reached forward and produced an M16 and an engineer's bag containing spare magazines, making sure they were locked and loaded. Jay peered back inside...

"Let's move off a bit before the hounds get here. No doubt they are already rolling." Jay called as he stepped away from the chopper. He covered the area south of the crashed helicopter, watching vigilantly as the Colonel Scott and Learn pulled away. He moved soon after they were clear, taking care to prime an AN/M14 Thermite grenade and toss it into the wreck. The red canister would ensure the complete destruction of the Blackhawk, making sure the Russians didn't have anything to get a hold of.

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"Tunguskas, three of them, shadowing some kind of field command post. No aircraft are coming through this area without that base knowing about it." Meryl reported as she hunched down in the brush next to Jay and Colonel Scott. She looked over the Colonel's frame, noting things such as his short stature and closely cropped hair. She knew nothing about this man, and wasn't sorry for that fact. Meryl only needed to know that he was a friend. They were about to get into some trouble, and an extra rifle could only help. This she knew for certain. Redfield massaged his brow wearily as Meryl told him the news, not looking forward to what was about to transpire.

"We have to do something about them. Air cover might be light right now, but once the air force gets up and running again, they'll have to deal with these things one way or another. We can't count out the early warning possibilities either. Besides, we can't just leave them sitting here for the next helicopter to run in to and get shot down. How are they laid out?" Jay asked Meryl, needing more information.

"It is shaped like a horseshoe, with the Tunguskas on the actual shoe and the command and control in the center. There are soldiers strewn about the clearing, and they seem to be on high alert. Now, the alert may have been heightened by the little interruption the helicopter caused. A patrol left for the crash site as I was watching, so there are troops back there as well. It would be safe to say that they might circle around on our path just to make sure they are alone." She said, simultaneously checking the air for any new scents. None that she could tell...

"We can call the Paladins in on these clowns. I don't want to risk going head to head with Tunguskas." Redfield said, pulling his map case out and eying the grid, mentally figuring out the coordinates. This would be easy if they could get a hold of them.

"Sergeant Redfield, I may have an Idea." Colonel Scott spoke up from behind Meryl. Scott had been listening the whole time, and his mind was working like a steel trap. After all, he was the Special Operations Commander in this area, so such things were almost expected.

"Sir?" Jay asked, indeed curious as to what his idea was.

"I suggest we wait until nightfall and take that place over. Think of the intelligence we can gain, not to mention kill those Tunguskas personally. They will be more concerned with watching their radar than watching for you guys, so use that to our advantage. Get in there and plant charges on those guns. We come up behind you and await their detonation, at which time Jericho and Learn and Richter and Aud can move up and annihilate the ground troops."

Jay thought the plan over for a short moment, calculating the risk to his pack. They may actually be able to pull it off, he thought. The intelligence might be well worth the detour, although it would slow his pack down even more. What did they have to lose?

"Ok, let's do it."

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Meryl stalked, creeping slowly across the clear cut rise towards an enemy sentry that was walking the same assigned patrol route that his counterpart had been all day. The soldier had night vision, but it was slung in the up position on his helmet. A cigarette hung from his lips, glowing softly. The smoke struck her nostrils soon after. Sharp, her mind told her.

Meryl watched as the glowing end lightly illuminated the man's face. Did soldiers ever get it through their heads not to smoke on sentry duty?

Meryl sighed quietly as she flexed her killing claws, creeping closer to the VDV guard. The Raptoress approached stealthily, coming close to six feet to the rear of the man. He turned, looking into the darkness.

"Evgeny, is that you? I told you not to fucking sneak up on me. If I didn't know better, I'd put a bullet in you." The sentry spoke in a strong, deep voice, facing Meryl directly. Her heart began to race as she looked into his eyes under the deep glow of the cigarette. Silence answered his inquiry.

"Evgeny?" He inquired again, AKS74 shifting over to a more usable position. She watched his trigger finger rest right outside the trigger guard. She coiled her muscles for a strike, hoping he would just pass her up as nothing more than a night breeze, but preparing for the worst. Her heart stopped as he pulled the night vision device down over his eyes, infrared illuminator activated. What the Russian soldier saw paralyzed him with fear. He saw the shadow outline of a creature not of any existence that he knew, with eyes aglow in demonic fury. The paratrooper opened his mouth to scream, but the terror was too great. Like in the worst of nightmares, no sound emitted. Even if he had the capability, Meryl leapt upon him, ripping at his head with her hand claws and settling a blow to the chest with her left killing claw. She lowered the dead Russian to the grass, blood running freely from his wounds and forming a black stain in the night earth.

That was close, she observed, looking for the command tent. First, visual confirmation to the perimeter that all was clear. She saw Aud and Jericho moving away from their targets, now motionless heaps on the edge of the forest. The female heard the suppressed thuds as three roving patrols took hits from somewhere that they would never see. Too easy. Next, the humans would neutralize the Tunguska battery with the remaining C4 charges. That left only one thing to do.

I have to get in that bunker.

The quick skitter to the command bunker took a matter of seconds. Aud made the opposite entrance at about the same time as Meryl, breathing slow and steady despite the quick movement. She would go in first, according to plan, a fact which she confirmed just by looking at Aud in his deep yellow eyes.

Meryl listened to the flurry of sounds coming from inside, trying to gauge where the Russians were on the inside. All she could hear was garbled Russian broadcast over large radio sets and soft-spoken Russian by the two paratroopers on radio watch. The sounds drifted out through the opening and into Meryl's sensitive ears.

The smell of an American cigar wafted forth, stimulating her nostrils with its sweet smell. Not like the cigarettes, she observed. She had smelled these before at the ASC.

Only a moment more.... She counted, mentally ticking off seconds in her head. Eye contact was made one last time with Aud, who gave a nod just faint enough to be detected by her hawk-eyed vision.

She burst in, catching the commander and his corporal orderly by surprise, knocking over the radio set with her tail in the ensuing pandemonium and getting the orderly around the collarbone with her jaw. The commander, a captain, shrieked with terror and rage, producing a Makarov from his holster and firing at Meryl in the enclosed space. The rounds thudded into her armor, and at least two went wide and penetrated the orderly's chest. Meryl clamped her jaws down, ripping the blonde corporal's collarbone and shoulder apart, then dropping him in a heap as she tried to maneuver her head out of the line of fire. The Captain's Makarov came up empty a second later, the slide locked to the rear.

In a fury, the officer threw the pistol at her, hitting her upside the head.

Ow, motherfucker!

Meryl struggled to maneuver around the fallen field radio set and its accompanied table at the officer, her mind demanding payback, when she saw the real threat. The Captain reached into a nook in the bunker's wall and produced a small black weapon with a collapsing stock. A Submachine gun!

He raised the weapon to his shoulder, but not before a shadow appeared behind him. Aud brought his jaws down over the commandant's head, puncturing it and killing him. The Bizon went wild, spraying fully automatic fire into the bunker ceiling and filling the air with the smell of gunpowder. Aud stopped close to her, looking at the lifeless bodies on the floor. The raptoress looked through the bunker quickly, trying to find the commander's documents. She noticed Aud turn and face her out of the corner of her eye. He inhaled deeply, nostrils fully flared and eyes fluttering in a trancelike state. She turned away, puzzled....

What the hell was that about?

"Meryl, those Tunguskas just lit up. What happened?" Jay called frantically over the radio. She could hear him breathing hard, no doubt running for cover.

"The commander let loose a few rounds, but we got the intel." Meryl called back, finding the map case in the same nook that the Bizon came from. She grabbed the strap with her forepaws and slid her head through it, making for the door with Aud in tow.

"We have problems. I only bugged two Tunguskas. There is still one hot." Jay shouted into the radio over the roar of the diesel engines revving near him. He primed the last C4 charge and peeked around his tree cover. The 2S9M was only ten meters away. With an overhand throw, he sent the charge sailing through the air, planting it right next to the vehicle. Jay, now back behind the large tree, hit the remote detonation module for the C4 and watched as a fireball lit up the surrounding depression in a bright yellow strobe. He watched as the smoke cleared away, and tried to make out if the third Tunguska had indeed been destroyed. His hope faded as a diesel engine revved from the fireball. The squeak of twisted, broken tread filled his ears as the armor tried to move, grinding metal on metal. Jay Redfield had a small celebration, but it was short lived. The Tunguska's turret traversed towards a decent-sized patch of trees to his left. The twin 30mm cannons came to bear.

"Oh shit." Muttered Jay, crossing himself. The Tunguska let loose a barrage of 30mm gun rounds, firing at a rate of around five thousand rounds per minute. The patch of trees seemed to disintegrate, and wood chips hit Jay's position nearly forty yards from the impact zone. The turret began to slowly traverse, sweeping the woods with the devastating fire. The fire was sweeping towards Jay....

"Learn, over here!" Jay heard Jericho call over the radio. Not ten seconds later, with the rounds already ricocheting over his head, an RPG rocket sailed into the turret of the Tunguska, separating it from the chassis that it rode on and silencing the guns from their swath of destruction not three feet from Jay's position. The rounds had come within seconds of tearing him apart.

"I owe you like, three on that one Learn."

"Damn right you do. Look what that thing did." Learn answered.

Jay Redfield got to his feet, swinging his suppressed M4 on its sling and surveying where the gathering of trees was supposed to be. Now, there were only burnt and shattered tree stumps sheltered by their fallen attaches.

"Holy shit." He muttered as Learn walked up behind him.

"Understatement."

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The pack moved away from the death and destruction of the Tunguska outpost, only to be postponed by a moving Russian armored column nearly an hour north. It seemed as if the column would never end, and all the team could do was wait until they passed.

Meryl looked in the direction of the passing armor and scoffed, wishing she could blot the smell of it from her nostrils. All tanks, no matter the country, had a certain mechanical smell about them that she couldn't describe. Something a little more than the choking black diesel smoke that they produced.

Meryl looked at the small digital clock Jay had attached to her wrist, noting it was around 0300.

She shifted her weight and sprung up a little slower than normal, feeling her left ankle crack in the process. The female Utahraptor stretched like a runner preparing for a sprint, hearing the bones in her spine crack as well, feeling them individually loosen up.

She hated rotating guard duty, but the Raptoress performed it willingly. It would be better if she had someone to talk to, as Jay routinely did when she was stuck with the job. Fortunately, Jay had volunteered to take her hour tonight so that the exhausted Utahraptor could get some much needed sleep. A noise behind her caused her to start suddenly. It only took but a second before the familiar scent assaulted her nostrils. Judging from the pleasant scent, she instantly knew the identity of the being behind her.

"Aud, is that you?" Meryl asked wearily, turning her head and looking back into the male's deep, dark eyes.

"Yes, it is me. What are you doing up?" He answered, standing opposite of Meryl. The male's fluidness diminished somewhat in the dark, but his hulking silhouette still stood proud.

"I could ask you the same question."

"I couldn't sleep either." Aud replied, understanding. He admired the female for the way she conducted herself, even in the short time that they had been acquainted in the pack. Even for the rift that separated them, Aud seemed to understand Meryl more than he did the few other German Utahraptors that he had shared his time with. She was something special. And tonight, she was in season. What he had smelled in the bunker was confirmed now as he stood near her.

"It is a beautiful night, why sleep and waste it all?" Meryl yawned as she turned her head skywards to stare at the stars. The distant boom of artillery droned through her sensitive ears, distracting her and saddening her at the same time. She didn't want to be here killing, she wanted to be someplace peaceful, where she could watch the stars at night without the artillery, bombers, and gunfire. She wanted to be able to grow fat and lazy, raise chicks, and stay away from this strange alien conflict. But most of all, she needed one thing right now......and Aud wasn't helping it any......

"Aud.....right now might not be the best time." Meryl spoke before she thought, saying something that she didn't mean. Her season wasn't helping matters any. She knew Jay knew it, but did Aud?

"I know." He replied, coming closer to her. His own musk was strong in Meryl's nostrils, and it was just enough to drive her over the limit. He had to know this. At least he was a Utahraptor that Meryl trusted....

What is a harmless bonding going to do but satisfy me? Meryl thought as she turned to look Aud in the eye. He looked back, himself inebriated in her scent. She was going to let him, and even she was sure of it. Meryl raised her tail ever so slightly, teasing Aud and enticing him to come further. She felt extremely naughty, and she didn't know why. Half of this was instinct, and half was part of her engineered imagination. Aud was hard by the time he reached the base of her tail, and the soft pink of her insides was his target. He positioned himself behind her, finding the best position to fill her. As soon as he secured himself, he gripped Meryl's hips and pressed himself against her, spreading her open ever so slightly. The touch to Meryl's sex shot stars through her eyes, and her body quivered under Aud's weight. The male pressed himself in her, and the female gasped quietly in pleasure. Her powerful muscles contracted on Aud's manhood, rolling his eyes back in his head and causing him to arch his back on top of her. This only strove to drive him in to the hilt, which caused Meryl to whimper. The male wasn't small, she knew that....

Aud began to move his hips in short powerful thrusts, causing Meryl to exhale at every rotation. She had to keep herself quiet, lest their activities become known to the humans nearby. Meryl moved her hindquarters in a tiny circle, stimulating the sides of her sex even more than they already were being stimulated by the well-endowed Aud.

His muscles are definitely evident down there as well. Meryl thought to herself between thrusts as Aud quickened his pace. He gripped the female's hips even tighter with his forepaws, and the Male's jaws clamped lightly to the back of Meryl's neck, drawing a peep out of the female. That is all she could manage as the building of pleasure inside her became too great. She felt herself clamp down on Aud with all the power in her hindquarters, but the male continued right through it, though it did bring forth a few low rumbles from deep within him. Meryl Arched her back and tucked her head down between her legs in an attempt to keep quiet, Aud's thrusts only serving to prolong her climax.

Aud began to tremble atop the female, and soon after, Meryl felt the hot release inside of her. It felt so.....natural to her, and she contracted some more, rubbing a little more from him. He collapsed on top of her, tired. The Utahraptor pair molded together, enjoying the moment, artillery ambiance shielding their panting.

Damn, that was good.

"That was......that was outstanding." Meryl panted as Aud slid out of her, he dismounted and laid down in the cool dry dirt. She was quick to follow, snuggling up next to him. Aud's head settled upon her chest, eyes closing in happiness. Meryl's eyes closed as well. Sleep came to her now, all problems disappearing from her mind, for once, Meryl was happy.

However, something had happened between the two right then. What started off as a pleasure search began to move deeper. Meryl longed for Aud to be more than a partner. She wanted him to father her chicks and to be her lifelong mate......but something else got in the way......

The love for a human as well.....