Had to clear a valley of predatory people. I could do it one by one, but it would be tedious as fuck and they respawned faster than I could kill. Met up with another agent on the same task. She had a weapon that would clear a small area, but it was a one-shot affair, and the predatory people were scattered beyond her range.
We both watched from the shadows wondering how to get everyone in a small enough area to use her weapon. Some inspection of her bomb revealed neither her nor I would be affected by it, but it was instantly fatal to them.
The predators captured two people and were trying to force them to participate in a porn movie. Unfortunately, it was a snuff film, and when the “actors” couldn’t perform as desired, they were killed and dismembered on the spot. As distressing as it was to watch, the agent and I noticed how great an audience of predators the scene drew.
We both agreed the predators had to be removed, and to hell with our individual dignity if it got the job done.
We picked a bottleneck in the valley, where in order to watch the show we were about to put on, the spectators had to get well within the bomb’s range. A predator was already present, so I told the agent to remain hidden while I presented myself as suffering from full on Stockholm Syndrome and started making sexual advances.
Any other society, I would have been rejected as some crazy bitch. At least for the first minute, anyway.
My target immediately began to disrobe and called her cohorts to come watch. I switched my attention from the first predator to the others, making the first one jealous and causing other predators to come closer in hopes of having some personal attention of their own. Once the entire valley’s population of predators was in the bottleneck (it really didn’t take long, nothing draws like free porn), the agent came out of hiding with the surprisingly small bomb in her pocket.
“You going to keep all that loving to yourself? Gimme some!” Translation: Everyone is in position, and the bomb has been activated. Keep them here for the few minutes before it goes off.
The agent and I completely stripped and gave the predators an A++ Would Come Again performance. (One mutually enjoyed not only because we knew the menace was about to be dealt with, but by hell, if we have to do it, might as well make sure the partner is well pleasured!)
With the predators crowding in around us (because voluntary actions are so much more pleasant to watch than forced), the bomb detonated.
There was a flash of light, and a loud whooshing noise. Then silence. The agent and I looked up from our mutual duties. The clothes of the predators remained, but of their bodies, there was not a single singed hair.
“That’s it?”
“Yea, that’s it.”
“The respawn is going to be a bitch.”
“No respawning. There has to be one already present for any others to respawn later. There isn’t even one. That’s it. Any new ones will have to come from outside the valley, and we’re not letting that happen again.”
“Good. So… are we done here?”
“Eh… um…”
“Am I making you uncomfortable? I understand line of duty and shit, but now that they’re gone we don’t have to be a distraction any more and this is probably very triggering and invasive and…”
The agent grabbed my face and kissed me. “Actually, I want to study some of your techniques. Slowly.” She nuzzled my face before whispering, “We have a lot of time before we have to report in. I should learn as much as I can of your specialty movements. And I have a few to teach you myself. We should learn from each other.”
So we did.