International Raiders 2: Colombia
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The female commandos fight a Colombian drug lord and his gang

Kara, Susan, and Shamira, the team of female commandos known as the
International Raiders, sat up straight on a couch.  An imposing
presence stared at them, then began addressing them. "Your mission,
should you choose to accept it, is to..." 

The voiceover from 'Mission: Impossible' continued emitting its
cheesy dialogue from the TV screen.  The girls laughed and leaned
back on the comfortable sofa.

"Our last movie night before we leave for our mission tomorrow, and
you had to go and pick such a cheesy action movie," said Susan,
reaching for a handful of popcorn.

"Hey, I like cheesy action movies," said Kara. "I always laugh my ass
off at the one-liners.  I had a hard time deciding between this one
and a Chuck Norris movie." Susan made an expression of mock horror,
while Shamira just smiled.

The next morning, the three ladies made sure to eat a hearty breakfast
before reporting to the secret military base in Florida to hear the
final details about their mission. They were quickly ushered into the
office of the base commander, Colonel Dayton.

"Good morning, Angels," said the colonel. "Just kidding. Good morning,
Kara, Susan, and Shamira."

The girls giggled. "Good morning, Colonel," they said in unison.

"We had quite a good helping of cheesy action movie last night," added 
Susan.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you had a chance for some fun and relaxation
last night, because tonight will be very different," said Dayton.  He
pressed a button and a projector screen appeared. An image of an evil-
looking man appeared on the screen. "This is your target," announced
the colonel. "Ricardo Nunez, notorious Colombian drug lord.  He has

ordered murders in twelve different countries, and considers himself
fully above the law.  We have determined that he is too dangerous to
try to take alive.  Your mission, ladies, is to infiltrate Nunez's 
Colombian compound and eliminate him.  If possible, you should also
destroy any stores of cocaine or processing facilities that you find
there."

The women nodded in understanding.  Colonel Dayton continued his
briefing. "You will fly to Bogota, Colombia on a commercial airline
flight, posing as tourists.  The flight leaves from Miami airport in
two hours.  Here are your tickets and here are some tacky sunglasses
to make you look more touristy.  One of our agents will meet you in
Bogota.  He will drive you close to Nunez's compound and provide you
with the gear you need. He will be wearing a white suit and a red hat.
And here's a file containing information about Nunez and aerial photos
of his compound.  Good luck, girls.  Any questions?"

The women shook their heads and gathered up the file, plane tickets,
and tacky sunglasses.  As they stood up to leave, the colonel added,
"Come home safely."

"We always have," said Kara with a smile.

An hour later, the ladies were making their way through the Miami
airport, each carrying a small suitcase and all wearing their tacky
sunglasses.  They also all wore shorts and tank tops that showed off
their athletic, muscular, feminine bodies.

Kara, at 35, was the oldest of the three women.  She was a major in 
the American Delta Force.  She had grown up in Nicaragua and, as a
teenager, had been a guerrilla soldier fighting against the Nicaraguan
dictator.  When she was 18, she and her parents had immigrated to the
United States and become U.S. citizens. Kara was 5'6" and 125 pounds,
with olive skin, dark brown eyes, and shoulder-length dark brown hair.

Susan was 31 years old and a captain in the British SAS.  She had 
grown up in Northern Ireland and spent her teenage years in combat 
against the IRA thugs that regularly terrorized her Protestant 
neighborhood.  Her younger sister had been murdered by those IRA 
terrorists.  She always wondered how people could be so ignorant about 
religion.  She was Protestant, Kara was Catholic, and Shamira was 
Jewish, and they all worked together fine.  Susan was 5'7" and 130 
pounds, with deep blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair.

Shamira was 26 and the youngest and quietest of the three female
commandos.  She was a special agent in the Israeli intelligence 
service, the Mossad. She had grown up fighting against the Palestinian 
terrorists that frequently attacked her small Israeli town.  At 5'4" 
and 112 pounds, Shamira was the smallest of the three girls.  She had 
large brown eyes and dark brown hair that went down to the middle of 
her back.

The women walked through the security checkpoint.  As Shamira passed
through the metal detector, it beeped loudly.

"Your belt," said Kara. Shamira took it off, then went through again.
This time, there was no beep.  As the Israeli girl put her belt back
on, Susan remarked teasingly, "Where'd you get that stupid thing, 
anyway?"

"You gave it to me for my birthday," Shamira responded.  

Susan stared at her. "Hope you like it," she said.  All three girls
laughed.

On the plane, the ladies looked over the file about Nunez and his
compound, and enjoyed the in-flight movie (which was another cheesy
action movie).  It was afternoon when they landed in Bogota.

"White suit, red hat," murmured Kara to herself as they walked off the
plane.  

"There he is," said Susan, pointing.  The women gave the prearranged
signal. The man in the white suit looked at them for a second, puzzled,
then gave the proper signal in response.

They followed him outside and into a jeep parked by the side of the
road.  After they had gotten safely away from the airport traffic and
made sure they weren't being followed, they began talking.

"You seemed surprised to see us," remarked Kara.

"Yes, I was," said the man. "I got my orders from Florida that said
three commandos were coming.  I wasn't expecting you to be...female."

All three women laughed. "What's the matter, being posted to a macho,
patriarchical country like this getting to your head?" asked Susan,
playfully punching him on the shoulder.

"No, nothing like that," he said. "It's just that I haven't really
worked with many female commandos before." He looked at the women's
muscular bodies. "I'm sure you can kick some major ass."

"That's better," grinned Shamira, casually flexing her biceps, which
were surprisingly large for a petite, skinny girl.

"It's about an hour's drive to get close to Nunez's compound," said
the man. "All your gear is in the trunk."

It was twilight by the time they arrived at the location.  The white-
suited man pulled the car off to the side of the deserted road.  The
three women got out and opened the trunk, gathering up their gear.
The man watched in shock as they stripped down to their bras and
panties right in front of him, then put on tight black body suits.

"What's the matter, never seen a woman in her underwear before?" said
Kara with a laugh.  He didn't respond, but blushed deeply.

The female commandos picked up submachine guns, extra ammunition,
knives, night-vision goggles, explosives, radios, and whatever else
they needed.  When they were ready, they shook hands with the white-
suited man, then put on their night-vision goggles and headed off
through the dark jungle towards Nunez's compound. "Good luck," he
called out after them.  Neither he nor any of the women knew about
the bug that had been planted in the jeep that had recorded every
word they had said.

In a meeting room deep within his compound, drug lord Ricardo Nunez
and his second-in-command, Carlos, listened to the bug with evil grins
on their faces. "Withdraw most of the outer perimeter guards," Nunez
instructed his henchman. "Have two ambush teams ready, one inside and
one out in the jungle.  Ordinarily, I'd want those commandos killed on
the spot, but since these voices seem to be female, capture them alive
if possible and bring them to the dungeon.  We'll be able to have some
good fun with them before we kill them."

"You got it, boss," said Carlos.  Both men snickered evilly.

The women moved quietly through the jungle, submachine guns at the
ready.  The only sounds were those of the pesky mosquitoes and the
occasional squawk of a tropical bird.

Finally, they reached the drug lord's complex.  The entire place was
surrounded by a high, circular stone wall with barbed wire on top. A
large iron gate served as the main entrance. There was also a smaller
gate at the back of the compound.  Lights were located at regular
intervals along the wall.  The girls took off their night-vision
goggles.

"Shamira, you take twelve o'clock to four," said Kara. "Susan, take
care of four to eight.  I'll get eight to twelve.  Eliminate all the
perimeter guards in your sector, then meet at the back gate.  Good
luck, ladies.  Let's kick some ass."

The women set off on their assignments.  Susan, hearing a guard 
coming, stepped behind a tree until he passed her.  She then drew her
knife and took aim at the man's broad back.

Her blade flew through the air in a strong and deadly throw, driving
itself deep into the guard's back.  He slumped dead to the ground
without even a murmur.  The knife had found his heart.  Susan walked
up to the corpse and retrieved her knife.  She wiped the blood off on
the man's shirt before putting the weapon back into its sheath.

Shamira, walking along the perimeter, heard a guard walking towards
her. She flattened herself against the wall.  When he rounded a curve
and saw her, she was only a couple of feet away.

"Hey, baby," she said in a sexy voice.  As she spoke, she smashed her
fist into his jaw. She then gripped him tightly by the neck with both
hands and gave a sharp twist, snapping his neck.

Kara found herself walking behind a guard.  Moving silently, she
gradually closed the gap between them. Soon, she was almost upon him.

The unsuspecting guard continued walking. Suddenly, a muscular female 
arm wrapped itself around his throat from behind and began squeezing.
He tried to yell for help, but the helpless guard couldn't make a 
sound.  Kara calmly increased the pressure of her lethal choke hold.  
The man's face turned bluer as the deadly brunette vixen continued
strangling him.  When she was sure he was dead, she let the corpse
crumple to the ground.

Kara continued on her way, but found no other guards in her sector.
"The others must have gotten more of them," she thought.  She met
Susan and Shamira at the back gate.

"All clear," reported Susan.

"Me too," added Shamira. "How many did you get?"

"Just one," answered Kara. "You must have gotten more."

"No, I got only one too," said the Israeli girl.  She and Kara turned
to look at Susan.  The blonde held up a single finger.  All three 
women frowned.

"Too easy," said Kara, voicing what they were all thinking. "Ricardo
Nunez didn't rise to become one of Colombia's top drug lords by being
careless.  He wouldn't leave his whole outer perimeter guarded by only
three men."

"You want to call the operation off?" asked Susan.

Just as Kara was about to reply, the three women were suddenly 
illuminated by an intensely bright light. The gate swung open and half
a dozen men with AK-47s appeared, pointing their weapons at the girls.
From the surrounding jungle, half a dozen more armed guards rose up,
trapping the ladies. "Oh, fuck," said all three of them, at exactly
the same time.  In spite of the situation, they managed a little 
giggle.

Carlos, commanding the ambush teams, looked at the trapped females
with satisfaction.  Not only had the capture gone exactly according to
plan, but all three women were extremely hot. "Raping them is going to
be a lot of fun," he thought.  Out loud, he announced, "We sure caught
a prize, didn't we, boys?"

"We sure did, Carlos," snickered one of the men.  He turned to the
women. "Drop your weapons!" he barked.  Kara, Susan, and Shamira 
reluctantly dropped their submachine guns to the ground.

Carlos made his way forward. "Don't you know how rude it is to go
skulking around in the dark?" he said in a sneering voice. "Let us
escort you in.  Mr. Nunez is very eager to meet you." Several guards
jammed their weapons into the girls' backs.

"Take them to the dungeon!" ordered Carlos. The women were relieved
of their knives, explosives, and other gear.  Their hands were then
bound with wire before they were marched off into the compound.

In a damp, smelly basement, the three ladies were shoved one by one
into a small side room and locked in. "Don't feel lonely," called one
of the guards through the door. "We'll be in there soon with some nice
hard cocks to rape your pretty little cunts." All three women clenched
their fists in rage.

Kara looked at the others. "Sorry about the whole getting us captured 
and probably killed thing," she said.

"No, don't be sorry," said Susan. "It's not your fault."

"As the person in command of this team, I have to take responsibility
for that," said Kara. "It comes with the territory."

"I just wish we could have taken out a few more of those fuckers before
we die," sighed Susan.

"Uh, guys?" said Shamira. "We're not dead yet, and may I also point out
that there aren't any guards looking at us right now? I would like to
venture the opinion that trying to get free would be far more productive
than planning our funerals."

Kara and Susan stared at her. "Sorry, Shamira," they said at exactly the 
same time.

Susan's eyes darted around the room quickly, taking everything in.
"Nothing to help us in here," she said. 

Kara looked at her tightly bound wrists. "This isn't going to be easy,"
she said. "And successful or not, there's going to be a lot of blood."

The three women began working on releasing their hands.  It was a hard
and painful process, and all of them soon had bloody wrists.  Luckily,
training and discipline paid off.  It took a while, but eventually their 
hands were free.

"Dumb fucks," said Shamira in a low voice. "Not only did they not have 
someone making sure we didn't try to free ourselves, they also gave us 
the perfect tools for picking the lock." She held up the wire that had
been used to bind her wrists.

"And the perfect tool for other things," whispered Kara, making a 
strangling motion with her wire.  The women all smiled.

Shamira went over to the door and listened carefully for any sounds,
then inserted the wire into the lock.  After several seconds of 
maneuvering, there was a soft click as the door came unlocked.  Kara
and Susan positioned themselves close to the door, then Shamira pulled
it open...revealing a guard staring right into the room.

Before he could react, Susan had grabbed him and yanked hard, pulling
him into the room.  He landed face first on the floor.  He began 
getting up, but suddenly Kara wrapped her wire around his neck and
quickly tightened it. As she strangled him to death, she hissed, "Die,
asshole."

When he had expired, Kara removed the bloody wire and shoved him back
face first onto the floor.  The man was wearing a pistol in a holster.
She picked up the gun and handed it to Shamira.

"Kara, feel free to keep it," said the Israeli girl. "You don't have 
to leave yourself more vulnerable."

"Shamira, you're the youngest," said Susan. "We're all willing to
sacrifice ourselves for each other, but we agreed from the beginning
that the oldest takes the most risks." Shamira reluctantly took the
weapon.  

The women checked to make sure the coast was clear, then started 
through the basement, soon reaching the bottom of the staircase.  

They started up the stairs.  Two guards were posted at the top, both 
of them standing with their backs to the women.  As they reached the
top, Shamira cloked one guard on the back of the head with her gun,
while Susan delivered a karate chop to the other guard's neck.  Both
men fell to their knees.  Shamira and Susan then took out their wires
and brutally strangled the guards to death with them.

Susan and Kara each helped themselves to a pistol from the newly 
killed guards.  They then started towards the rest of the drug lord's
mansion. "Payback time," said Kara in a sexy and vengeful voice.
"Let's see how those fuckhead would-be rapists deal with women who can
fight back."

They reached a large, airy hall.  Everything was eerily quiet.  Red-
carpeted hallways streched to the left and right, and a fancy staircase
led to the second floor.

"Susan, take the east wing," said Kara. "Shamira, take the west.  I'll
take the upstairs.  Good luck.  I'll see you when I see you."

Susan walked quietly along the carpeted hallway, carefully checking
each of the doorways as she passed by.  Most of them were empty, but
near the end of the hall, she saw a guard in one of the rooms.  The
room appeared to be a library.  He was seated in a chair with his back
to her, reading a book.

The sexy blonde grinned wickedly, then launched her body through the
air, landing on the man's shoulders with her powerful thighs clamped
tightly around his neck.  He stood up in alarm and tried to yell for
help, but he was choking and unable to make anything more than faint,
muffled noises.  He tried prying Susan's legs loose, but her thighs
were far stronger than his hands.

Susan choked her victim with her thighs for a few more seconds, then
suddenly launched herself into a reverse cartwheel.  The force of her
move flipped the man over.  He landed on the wooden floor on his head
and his neck broke with a sharp CRACK. Susan, on the other hand, landed
perfectly on her feet.  She looked at her victim's corpse with a sexy
and satisfied smile.

Shamira moved cautiously through her hallway.  This one seemed to be
devoted to military history.  Paintings depicting various battle scenes
decorated the walls, and statues of soldiers throughout history lined
the sides of the hall.  There were modern soldiers with machine guns,
Revolutionary-era troops with muskets, and medieval warriors with
swords.  There were also many open doors on both sides of the hallway.
Shamira gazed into each room carefully as she passed.

After passing five empty rooms, she glanced into the doorway of the
sixth - and found herself staring right into the face of a guard not
two feet away.  When he saw her, a look of anger and hatred blazed up
in his eyes.  He pulled out a knife - and suddenly discovered that his
knife arm was being twisted painfully by this little brunette girl.
Shamira's slender arms packed a lot of strength.  The knife fell from
his hand, and she caught it easily as it dropped.  She smiled as the
look in her opponent's eyes changed to one of fear.  She then calmly
plunged the man's own knife into his heart. Shamira withdrew the blood-
soaked blade, letting the guard's corpse fall to the floor.  She wiped
the blood off on his shirt.

The sound of sudden footsteps reached her.  She ducked behind a large
potted plant.  Another guard appeared in the doorway. "I heard a 
thumping noise," he said. "What was-" He trailed off as he noticed his
dead comrade lying on the floor.

"Oh, that was just me killing him," said Shamira casually as she 
stepped out from her hiding place. "And now, it's your turn." With 
that, she performed a powerful kick to his chest.  The force of her
kick sent him flying across the hall and impaled him on a sword being
held by a statue of a medieval tax collector.

Shamira looked at the dead man in his undignified position.  His mouth
was wide open in a silent scream. "Talk about getting stuck by the 
IRS!" she commented.  Then she giggled. "I sound as cheesy as those
action heroines in the movies we watch."

Kara padded quietly up the stairs, alert for any sounds or movement.
There was a guard pacing back and forth at the top of the staircase.
She waited until his back was to her, then hurried silently up the
rest of the stairs and paused a few feet behind him. "Hey, over here,"
she whispered softly in a feminine voice.

The man whirled around in surprise - and was greeted by Kara's boot
plowing into his face as she did a high kick. He crumpled to the floor.
She grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him to his knees.  The
olive-skinned brunette then wrapped her muscular thighs around her
victim's neck.  She gave a quick twist with her powerful hips, snapping
his neck.

Susan checked the rest of the rooms in her hallway.  All of them were
empty except the one at the very end.  The door was slightly open.
Inside, she could see three men seated around a table, playing cards.
Three AK-47s were piled up on the floor near them.

The blonde woman pushed open the door and entered the room, pistol in
hand.  She announced with a smile, "Mind if I join you guys?"

All three men whirled around and stared at her in shock for about two
seconds.  Then they all dove for their weapons on the floor.  Susan,
however, was much too fast for them.  She fired three quick shots from
her gun, hitting each man in the head.

Shamira, in her hallway, heard the distant sound of gunshots.  She
gripped her pistol tightly.  A moment later, loud, running footsteps
were heard, coming towards her.  A guard appeared around the corner, a
pistol in his hand.  He and Shamira saw each other at exactly the same
time.  Unfortunately for him, the girl's reflexes and accuracy were far
superior to his. She raised her gun and fired a single shot that nailed
him clean through the heart before he could even take aim. Gun still at
the ready, Shamira continued down the hall and around the corner,
casually stepping over the guard's corpse when she reached it.

Kara was standing in the upstairs hallway when she heard the gunshots.
She ducked into an empty room and raised her pistol.  A second later,
a door opened and two armed guards raced out and down the hallway,
passing right by the room she was in.

When the men had passed, Kara stepped out into the hall behind them.
"Behind you, you morons," she said.  As they began turning around, she
eliminated them with two fast but expertly aimed shots.

Susan and Shamira met Kara at the top of the stairs. "We're all clear,"
reported Susan.

"Great.  Let's go get Nunez," said Kara.  The women advanced together
along the upstairs hallway.

Finally, they reached the drug lord's meeting room. The door was ajar.
Peeking inside, they saw three men there...Nunez, Carlos, and another
henchman.  Nunez was shouting wildly into a walkie-talkie, while Carlos
and the other guard were pacing back and forth, guns in their hands.

The women snuck quietly into the room while the men's backs were turned.
Susan approached Carlos from behind and suddenly wrapped her left arm
around his neck, preventing him from crying out.  With her right, she
twisted his gun arm, causing his weapon to fall to the floor. Meanwhile,
Shamira delivered a sexy roundhouse kick to the side of the other 
guard's head.  She caught him as he fell, wrapping her slender arm
around his neck.  His gun fell to the floor next to him.  The girls
kicked away the weapons.

"Position one, report! Position two, report! Position three! Fuck, why
isn't anybody reporting?!" shrilled Nunez into his walkie-talkie.  His
back was to the others and he hadn't seen or heard what had just 
happened to his last two henchmen.

"Maybe because they're dead," said Kara casually.  Nunez whirled around
in shock, taking in the scene.  His goon squad dead and his last two 
men held captive in chokeholds by a pair of women?!

"And now, it's time for you to die, asshole," she continued softly.

"NOOOOOOO!" screamed the drug lord.  He drew a six-inch hunting knife
from a sheath and charged Kara with the knife raised.  She calmly 
stepped to the side and smashed her elbow into his head as he passed by.
Nunez screamed like a girl, holding his head in pain. "Pussy," she
sneered.

Susan released Carlos and shoved him into a wall. "Fight me, fuckhead,"
she hissed.  The man obliged and swung his fist at her face.  She ducked
under the punch easily.  He swung another punch, but she blocked it with
her arm and landed her fist right on his nose. As he staggered backward,
she laughed, "I said fight, not ballet dance."

Meanwhile, Shamira had shoved her captive to the floor. "Get up, wimp,"
she smirked, delivering a powerful kick to his side and cracking one of
his ribs.  The man climbed to his feet, wincing in pain. "Come on, big
boy," she said to her considerably larger opponent. "Don't tell me you
can't handle a little girl like me."

Kara calmly and easily kicked the knife out of Nunez's hand.  She then
performed a cheerleader-style high kick to his face.  The strength of
her kick sent him flying backward and right into a wall.  He bumped his
head, hard.  A second later, his head was bumped even harder when Kara
strode up and brutally headbutted him.  As he stood there dizzily, 
staring at all the stars that seemed to have appeared from nowhere, she
slammed her fist into his midsection.  The drug boss's body folded,
suddenly unable to stand up straight.  A bright smile appeared on his
opponent's tanned face as she helped straighten him with a powerful
uppercut. His body stood up straight for a moment, then crumpled to the
floor.

Carlos let out an enraged roar at Susan's taunt.  Like most South 
American males, he lived by a macho code that had no room for getting
humiliated by a female, especially a slim, muscular, blonde one.  He
charged directly at Susan, but was thrown back with a grunt by her
strong kick to his chest.  She then drove a brutal high kick into the
underside of his jaw.  Before he could recover, she grabbed him by the
shirt and kneed him in the stomach three times in rapid succession.  She
continued assaulting his wounded gut by smashing several punches into it.
After a particularly hard hit that left Carlos helplessly gasping for
breath, she turned her fists' attention to her opponent's face.  A dozen
punches later, his face was a bloody mess, while Susan's face had a sexy
smile.

Shamira laughed as she easily dodged her opponent's clumsy attempt to 
kick her. Her right leg then suddenly shot out in a brutal roundhouse 
kick to his side, cracking another one of his ribs. "That's how to kick, 
loser," she said.  Smirking as the man howled in pain, she smashed her 
left fist into his face, giving him a black eye. She then balanced on her 
left leg and began firing a vicious barrage of high kicks to his face 
with her right leg.  The petite female warrior showed extraordinary 
strength and balance as her booted foot rearranged the features on her 
helpless victim's face.  Finally pausing after about twenty kicks, she 
then delivered a fierce low kick to the man's knee. The distinctive sound 
of bone crunching mixed itself in with his horrible screams as he 
collapsed to the floor.

Nunez dragged himself back to a standing position, growling. Advancing on
Kara, he swung his fist at her face.  She avoided it with a neat sidestep
and slammed her own fist into his jaw, knocking loose a couple of his 
teeth.  Cursing and spitting out the loose teeth and some blood, the drug
lord fired another punch.  This time, she grabbed his swinging arm and
twisted it hard. "AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!" he yelled. "You're breaking my arm!"

"Not yet," Kara responded.  She increased the pressure, then made a quick
motion that resulted in a sharp CRACK being heard.  As Nunez howled 
louder, she said, "Now, I've broken your arm." 

The drug lord was almost blinded by the pain. "How could a mere woman be
so strong and skilled?" thought his sexist brain.  His chance to ponder
further was interrupted, however, by Kara's boots plowing into his face
one after the other as she performed a beautiful cartwheel kick.  Nunez
crumpled to the floor again.

"Never underestimate the power of a woman's arms," Susan told the bruised
and battered Carlos, who was trying to recover from his repeated meetings
with the blonde woman's fists. "And never underestimate the power of her
legs, either." With that, she kicked him hard in the groin, grinning
wickedly as he clutched his family jewels in pain.  She then tensed her
body and performed a standing back handspring, kicking him in the jaw as
she back flipped.  Carlos fell to the floor in a heap, while Susan landed
perfectly on her feet. He stumbled slowly back to a standing position for
the last time.  With a casual, "Buenas noches, amigo," Susan did a 
powerful spin kick.  As her boot slammed into the side of his head, there
was a loud CRACK.  Carlos's body fell, his neck broken by the blonde
Amazon's lethal kick.

Shamira stomped hard on her opponent's broken knee and grinded down 
roughly with her small boot.  His howls of pain became even louder.  He
began trying to drag himself away.  She watched him for a few seconds,
then performed a front tuck somersault that brought her right in front of
him.  Even in his pained and wounded state, his eyes widened with 
admiration at her gymnastic skill. "Please, no more," he begged.

"Please?" repeated Shamira, staring directly into his eyes. "Suppose my
friends and I were still in that cell.  Suppose you and your buddies had
just raped and brutalized us. Suppose we were begging, 'Please, no more.'
What would you have done?"

Part of the thug's brain wanted to try and lie his way out of the 
situation, but the other part knew that this petite warrior maiden
already knew the answer.  He simply hung his head in shame.

"That's what I thought," said Shamira in a disgusted voice. "You'll never
rape another woman, ever again." With that, she delivered an extremely
strong soccer kick to his head.  The familiar CRACK indicated that her
kick had broken his neck.  She looked at his corpse with satisfaction.

Nunez sat up with a groan, in the worst pain of his life.  Suddenly, he
noticed something beside him that gave him a glimmer of hope.  With his
good arm, he picked up his knife from its position on the floor.  He 
could still have his revenge. He took aim and flung the knife directly at
the center of Kara's chest.

Kara saw the knife flying towards her.  With a skill that could only come
from years of training, plus considerable natural talent, she reached out
and caught the deadly blade inches in front of her.

The drug lord's mouth dropped wide open as he saw the lethal brunette
woman foil his final chance at revenge. Kara gripped the knife tightly in
her hand, then, without further ado, hurled it right back at Nunez.  The
knife flew through the air and lodged in his throat.  With a faint 
gurgling noise, he collapsed and died, an unglorious and undignified 
ending for this once powerful man.  

"Nice catch, Kara!" said Shamira.

"Great throw, too," added Susan.

"Thanks, ladies," said Kara, blushing slightly. She looked at the corpses
of Carlos and the other henchman, with their broken necks. "Nice kicks,"
she said.  Shamira and Susan smiled and blushed as well.

The women wasted no time in completing the rest of their mission.  They
found their gear stacked neatly in three piles in the drug lord's meeting
room.  Searching the rest of the mansion, they discovered several stashes
where bricks of cocaine were piled high.  They set explosives on timers
next to each stash, then hurried outside and into the jungle, alert for
any more thugs that might appear.

A couple of minutes later, there were several satisfying BOOMs as the
explosives did their work, destroying hundreds of kilos of cocaine.  The
three girls met in a tight group hug, then headed off to meet their
contact for their ride.

"Jeep must have been bugged," commented Shamira. "Looks like we'll have 
to insert a new vehicle, and a new contact."

"Too bad," said Susan. "I kind of liked him, even if he was a little
sexist."

Two hours later, the three female commandos were on a plane, back on 
their way to Miami.  The contact in the white suit was on another plane,
having been reassigned to Pakistan.  The bugged jeep had been pushed into
a lake.  The ladies had also informed Colonel Dayton about the mission's
success.

"Ah, quiet and relaxation," said Susan, reclining in her airplane seat.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our in-flight movie, a
Chuck Norris action film," came the voice of the pilot over the intercom.
Susan let out a long sigh, then finally managed a laugh, joining Kara and
Shamira's giggling.

THE END

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