Chapter 10. Sunday Night Command View

By Irene

A half hour before sundown I read a speech to all the troops. Everyone was in place, 14 were mounted inside the APC, 11 were with the tank, or in the jeep (driven by Tony). On the Tuska the 8 nerds were at their computers, controllers and radios. Martin and I watched from the back of the room.

“Troops, you may be first or second or third generation in the US. But you all have the blood of the colony, which is the blood of conquistadors! A few hundred of your forefathers brought down the two largest pre-Columbian empires that existed in the hemisphere. The Aztecs of old Mexico hungered constantly for blood. The Incas met any resistance by sending huge armies wielding stone clubs without mercy on men, women and children. Our new enemy combines the worst of both, they plan mass slaughter of your families. None can survive.

“I do not apologize for using superior technology in this. I am sure that if you had 20 war horses, and were armed as conquistadors, using 500 year old guns and crossbows and spears and swords and the rest, the results of tonight’s actions would be the same. It is just that warhorses and armor take more time and effort to get in and out of Mexico, time when the authorities, the criminals and the criminal authorities could interfere.

“Also, the technology is a mercy, for our enemy will die quickly. We need not lower ourselves to their level, this enemy will not suffer as they intend our people to suffer.

“You are fighting those who would reduce themselves to animals with blood sacrifice and drugs, then seek to force their way into your home with automatic weapons. That must not happen. The people who you care about are depending on you to raise the spirit of the conquistadors in your souls and end the Aztex madness now and in the future. Good hunting!”

The APC moved through the marsh along the path they made from the shore to the firing position where the crew set up the mortars while the light held. Then the troopers returned to the APC, safe from the insects and other vermin for a few hours until it was time to open fire.

The Tank and the jeep waited until the start of the first sacrifice before they moved on the road to a position just out of sight of the Aztex gate, below a rise in the road. Drones with night vision kept watch.

Like the Aztexs Tony was wearing a loincloth, boots and a headband that hid his mic and earpiece, plus some body paint. On top of the body paint was some paint that showed a clear pattern, using a paint that was only visible to the night vision equipment the team members had. He also had IR lights in his hair.

Jambo was in a full Ghille suit (camouflage worn by snipers) and body armor, he would step out of the jeep after passing the shed, take cover and back up Tony the rest of the way until he left.

Right on schedule, Tony’s wife was brought to the stage. She was dragged from the jail drugged to a lethargic state, then handcuffed standing spread-eagle and naked on a wheeled cart, exactly on schedule. Finally the tape was ripped off her eyes and mouth. Doggo and Kiera were on the cart, giving her a taste of what waited for her.

The cameras showed there were no guards at the two locked gates, outside of the two females in the cell there was only one person in the jail. All the rest of the Aztexs were gathered close around the pyramid for the show. Nobody wanted to miss a minute of their first female sacrifice, live and in agony they could all share. Tickets were handed out and three lucky Aztexs would be called to mount the pyramid during the tortures so they could fire their cum in a special final experience.