Summer Vacation
Copyright© 2012 by Howard Faxon
Chapter 10: Combat
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 10: Combat - It all started as a walking vacation around coastal Florida. It became the adventure of a lifetime!
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual FemaleDom
Note from the writer:
International containerized freight usually comes in three standard sizes. The smallest is a quarter of the size of the largest, and is designed that way because each container has an absolute maximum weight limit, presumably so loading cranes don't get ripped out of their mounts and load-masters don't get nasty surprises when their vessels capsize due to uneven loading. The quarter-sized container is used for high-mass items such as steel castings, ammunition and such.
I'm writing this after the fact. We had a test of our close-in weapons systems. Six Cigarette-style cutters blew past our ten-mile perimeter setting off our alarm. Angie was on duty. I scampered up the stairs to the bridge, grabbed a HUD helmet off a wall peg and kept on climbing. I clicked the intercom on. "Talk to me Angie."
"They're coming right at us, six boats, high speed. They're about seven miles out headed on an intercept course."
I opened a case of Starstreak missiles, dropped the first one into the launcher and concentrated on my heartbeat until they came into visual range. I stabilized myself by leaning my forearm across the railing. I looked over. The Browning was still buttoned up. I leaned down and unlocked the turret access hatch and threw it back, then re-steadied the Starstreak. I caught a glistening point at the horizon. They were about two miles out. I wished that the HUD had a magnifier, dammit. My target broke into six individual elements. Just a little closer now ... There. I triggered the first missile and held the viewer on target. Success!
I quickly loaded a second round, acquired my target and squeezed the trigger. Hold it, hold it--Gotcha! I quickly loaded my third missile and scanned for a target. They were getting close. I couldn't afford to miss at this range. I carefully acquired my aiming point and gently squeezed off my round. Zzzip-Bang! ... That was close. I set the launcher on top of the open missile case.
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