Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 163: Venus Flytrap

"I’ve only got one pair of combat pants now," complained Delphi to Alton, as they approached the town of Bothwell.

"Yes, I noticed you got the ass torn out of another pair of pants. It’s becoming a habit you really must break yourself of."

"You think I like being dragged along on my ass by man-eating tubiàn and woman-eating men?" she protested.

"Hm. No I don’t think you like it, but I do want you to try harder to avoid it."

It hadn’t escaped Alton’s notice when they arrived back at camp that Brenner had been ogling Delphi with her ass hanging out of her torn pants and her t-shirt wrapped around her boobs.

Right up until he had set the fellow straight... that had been very satisfying!

He had standing now, to tell the bloke to fuck off.

"It’s painful you know!" she complained. "This is the second time I’ve had gravel rash on my ass! It stings every time you sit down."

"Aww. Shall I kiss it better for you?" he smiled suggestively, raising an eyebrow. "I’m more than happy to you know. I can blow on it too, if you like? Maybe lick it..." he had started to daydream now.

She raised her eyebrows at him. "The only thing you can do is put some cream on it for me."

"Oh yes! I’m definitely up for putting some cream on your ass!"

"I mean ointment, Alton," she glared at the man. "But don’t worry about it, I’ll get Indy to do it for me."

Can I watch?" he asked.

"Don’t be creepy."

"I’m serious," he said.

"So am I," she replied, swatting him on the bicep.

"I swear you do things that are deliberately designed to seduce men until they fall at your feet or dream about ravishing you. You’re like a Venus flytrap."

"What things, like simply existing?" she scoffed.

"Well that’s one of them, but well, let me count the myriad of others, star jumps in your teeny bikini... that brought men out of the woodwork."

There was nothing much she say in defence of that one, so she wisely stayed silent.

"Mud wrestling in your underwear..."

"Wolf’s idea!"

"Girl-on-girl wrestling..."

"Recruitment activity," she said, flatly unapologetic for that one.

"Swimming naked in front of a command post..."

"Low blow," she scowled, "and I was having a bath!"

"Yes, I’ve been subjected to your bathing myself. The image of it often wakes me up in the morning in some discomfort..."

What was he talking about?

"Getting a blue bottle wrapped around your breast."

"Not my fault!"

"Stripping off to your underwear and giving yourself sexy hair in front of the Smithton soldiers..."

"Honey trapping. Mission requirement to save Wolf," she said implacably.

"I recall someone promising not to honey trap any more men once we were courting?"

"I thought you meant friendlies, not enemies. Of course I have to honey trap enemies on a mission if it furthers the mission. I would never have agreed to anything that could compromise a mission if I knew you meant that."

"You don’t know how close I came to killing those two for their rude remarks. How would that further the mission?"

She looked strangely at him. "What rude remarks? You’ve never mentioned them before."

"Never mind... Just... do your best to keep your clothes on would you?" he huffed.

As they skirted around Bothwell, they had to cross the River Clyde, which was raging instead of the usual peaceful ribbon of water.

"Now here’s a problem," Alton grumbled. "There’s no way in hell we’re swimming across that. Not with our packs."

The components for their bomb were split between packs, along with the ham radio, and they couldn’t get wet.

"We’re going to have to risk the bridge," he said regretfully.

They backtracked and hid in the long grass, Niko and Alton surveying the bridge. Alton had the binoculars.

"Well, there’s no one in sight right now, but that’s a long bridge with nowhere to go but that raging river if anything happens while we’re on it. We’ll be exposed for a long time too, while we’re crossing."

"Don’t forget there’s a barracks in Bothwell, General," said Niko.

"I’m more than aware of that fact. That’s what makes it so damn risky."

Brenner lay next to Delphi at the end of the row. "So, you and the General, huh?"

It hadn’t escaped his notice that the two of them were openly close since the day she’d been attacked. General Meyer’s level of possessive behaviour was through the roof now, to the point where he felt he could tell him not to even look at her...

"Yes," she nodded shyly.

"You’re an item now, are you?"

"I guess so, yes."

"Official?"

She nodded.

"I suppose I’ll have to politely bow out of the race for now then. I’m not one to chase a woman who’s off the market."

"Were you chasing me?"

"Couldn’t you tell?"

"Not really but thank you for the compliment."

"Are you moved by it?"

She shook her head.

"When you get tired of that humourless knucklehead, make sure I’m the first guy you think of."

"I’m trying not to daydream about guys while we’re fighting a war. The timing’s a little off for that, don’t you think?"

"Not at all! Nothing like your life being at risk to focus the mind on really living. Squeezing the marrow out of life, so to speak."

"Am I ’the marrow’?"

"Most definitely! You’re the essence, the core... you’re what it’s all about."

"I have a feeling you have a few girls to get through until you find ’the one’, Brenner."

"Oh!" he pretended to grab his heart. "The heartless woman mortally wounds him! How could you say that? If I do have to go through a few girls now, it’s because none of them will measure up to you. Where can I hope to find my own Delphi? Even the Emperor pines for you, and he has one hundred beautiful women to choose from."

"Don’t mention that Bastard," she growled.

Talking about Him always made her angry.

"Have you considered whether maybe he’s had you altered, you know... down there?" he flicked his eyes towards her ass, looking softly at her.

"No. What do you mean?" she was totally clueless where he was going with this...

"Could you have had surgery and not been aware of it?" he persisted.

She scratched her head. "Maybe. I did have my wisdom teeth..."

She suddenly recalled how sore she had been between her legs after having her teeth removed under a general anaesthetic. The surgeons had said it was a catheter, but she had been surprised at the recovery needed from having one.

Had He operated on her honeypot? Her eyes widened. Surely even that evil Bastard wouldn’t stoop so low. But she knew without a doubt that actually, he would...

She would get a female doctor to check her girly bits out for her when they next came across a friendly doctor.

"Alright troops, we’re moving out," called Alton.