Chase Me Faster
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Rania must defend herself from renegade government agents and their hired mercenaries


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story stars the stunning Rania from "Immunity."

* * *

"You're all set!" said the salesman. "The cabin is yours for a week. Enjoy
your vacation, Miss..." He looked at Rania's last name written on the paper,
not sure how to pronounce it.

"Just call me Rania," she said in her slight Lebanese accent, with a smile.

He smiled back. She was quite hot. She had a slender and athletic body,
standing at 5'7" and 125 pounds. Her eyes and long hair were both dark brown,
and her skin was nicely tanned. Her small, firm breasts looked like 34B's and
she wasn't wearing a bra. "Enjoy your vacation, Rania."

"Thank you," she replied, taking the key he held out to her. She picked up her
backpack and headed out to her car.

Rania was a 19-year-old college sophomore. As she drove out to the cabin, she
thought about how much she needed this break. A few weeks ago, her sister had
been murdered...by a man with diplomatic immunity. She had gone through many
days of rage and agony before finally being able to team up with three other
lethal women and going on a mission to kill the murderer and avenge her
sister's death.

She now had peace in her dreams, but when she had returned to college she had
discovered that the contrast between being a female commando/assassin and
sitting in a lecture hall was just too great. But perhaps a vacation, she had
decided, would help her settle back into her regular life. She had rented an
isolated cabin for a week, many miles away from civilization. It would be
perfect, she had thought.

After an hour of driving, the road, which had changed from paved to dirt long
ago, ended in a pile of loose rock. Rania parked her car and put on her
backpack. It would be a four-mile hike from here to the cabin. Just her, all
alone, for a week. Or so she thought...

* * *

U.S. Department of State Agent Bender sat at his desk, smoking a cigar. The
corrupt agent grinned as he read the email offering him a large sum of money
in exchange for allowing a terrorist group to smuggle weapons into the United
States. This kind of deal was very familiar to him. He typed a quick reply
agreeing to the deal and had just clicked 'Send' when the door to his office
opened and his aide, Tim, entered, carrying a piece of paper.

"You're supposed to knock," said Bender.

"Sorry, boss, but I think you'll be really excited to see this," Tim replied,
handing him the paper.

As he read it, his eyes indeed widened in excitement. Bender had been the
agent who had protected the murderer who had killed Rania's sister from having
any chance of being stripped of his diplomatic immunity. He had done it partly
out of greed, as he had been paid a large sum for that, but also because he
had a domineering mother and an ex-wife who made more money than he did. He
was jealous and resentful towards strong women and in his mind, helping people
with reactionary, Stone Age views towards women, such as Islamic extremists,
made perfect sense.

When Rania had come to meet with him, Bender had sassed her and treated her
disrespectfully. He thought he had won, but when the murderer (and a large
army of his henchmen) had mysteriously turned up dead, he knew she had been
responsible and became enraged. To him, it was a slap in the face, an insult
to his manhood, and he couldn't let that stand. He wanted revenge on her, and
waited for his opportunity.

Now, it seemed to be literally within his grasp, as he read the paper again.
"So she's going to be all alone at that isolated cabin for a whole week? No
witnesses, no help, out in the woods where 'accidents' can happen very
easily?" Bender grinned evilly and looked at his aide. "You know what to do.
Get a team together."

"Yes, boss," said Tim, taking out his cell phone as he left the office.

* * *

Rania smiled as the cabin appeared in the distance. The four-mile, mostly
uphill hike was a little tiring even for someone with her fit, muscular body.
She unlocked the door, tossed her backpack on a table, and looked around. The
cabin was small and cozy, with a bedroom, bathroom, and combination
living/dining room. A stove was at the far end of the dining area. The living
area was decorated with a painting of a waterfall on one wall and a large
moose head over the fireplace.

She quickly unpacked the few things she had brought. A low-maintenance,
tomboyish girl, Rania liked to travel light. When she was finished, her
attention was drawn to a large trunk in one corner. Curious, she opened it and
found a longbow and a quiver of arrows. "Hunters must use this place
sometimes," she thought. She picked up the bow and tested it. It had a heavy
draw weight, but thanks to her slim but strong arms she was able to handle it
without trouble. "Maybe I'll play around with this sometime," she thought.
Rania had taken archery lessons when she was a younger girl and had done quite
well.

* * *

The dingy, smoky bar was a popular hangout for mercenary types and general
thugs and buffoons. Tim sat at a table with six rough-looking mercenaries. He
handed Zeke, their leader, a large envelope.

"Here's the advance payment," he said. "$50,000. You'll also find maps and all
the other information you need in there. You'll get the other $200,000 when
the job's done. Oh, and the boss asked me to tell you that if you want to have
some fun with the target before you finish her, he strongly encourages it.
When you see her picture in there, I'm sure you'll like the idea."

The mercenary leader grinned evilly. "Well, ol' Zeke always likes to have fun
with his chow before eatin' it, don't he, boys?" he chuckled. Loud laughter
came from the group. "Don't worry, we'll get her done, and get her done
right."

* * *

TWO DAYS LATER

The black Ford Expedition pulled up to the end of the road where Rania's car
was parked and the six mercenaries got out. One of them looked at Rania's
bright red sedan. "Nice ride," he said. "Who wants to roshambo to see who gets
it after we kill her?"

"We can talk about that later, Ormsby," said Zeke. "Right now, we have a job
to do." The thugs readied their weapons. Three carried Uzi submachine guns,
and two had M-16 assault rifles. Zeke had a 12-gauge shotgun and a .45 pistol.
They headed up the trail towards Rania's cabin.

At the moment, Rania was hiking in the woods, at peace and not yet aware of
the danger that was targeting her. Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps and
deep voices off in the distance. Her sixth sense warning her of danger caused
the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. She hid behind a tree and peered
through the greenery.

She saw six men in camoflauge clothing in the distance. At first she thought
they were hunters, but then she noticed what kind of weapons they were
carrying. Assault rifles and submachine guns, things that no legitimate hunter
would carry. A chill ran down her spine. These men were coming to murder
someone, and the only someone here was HER.

She thought about what to do. The men were between her and the road, and there
was nothing but wilderness in every other direction. But the men had no idea
she had seen them. They would go straight to the cabin. If she just circled
around and headed for the road through the forest, she could escape. It would
be a difficult trek off the trail, but she had a compass.

She could get to her car. She would be safe.

Rania moved back through the woods silently. She had enough of a head start to
get back to the cabin, grab essential supplies, and hide in the trees before
the men got there.

She hurried inside the cabin and grabbed food and water. The compass was
already in her pocket. She then went over to the chest and took out the bow
and arrows. She was glad someone had left them here. If worse came to worse,
she wouldn't be helpless.

Scurrying out the back door, Rania darted into the woods. She made good
progress despite the thick trees, checking the compass periodically to make
sure she was heading towards the road.

The sound of voices and footsteps drifted to her again. She stopped to look
and saw the men marching towards the cabin, guns slung over their shoulders.
She turned in the direction of the road again, then paused, staring at their
guns.

The men were about 200 yards away. And three of them had submachine guns and
one had a shotgun - weapons that were ineffective at that distance. And her
longbow WAS effective at that distance.

A wave of anger began building up inside her. These men were coming to murder
her, and if she ran away, they would probably get away. She didn't want to let
that happen. She wanted to kill them, but not before finding out who hired
them. She was sure it had something to do with her killing the diplomat who
had murdered her sister. "I'm tired of running," she thought to herself.

Her heart began to pound. Did she really want to do this? "Safety," came the
voice of caution inside her. "Protect yourself. Run away. You can get to your
car. You can escape."

"No," said Rania, covering her mouth when she realized she had spoken out
loud. She looked at the men. They hadn't heard a thing. "No," she thought.
"Not escape. Vengeance." She took out her bow and inserted an arrow. She knew
she had only eight arrows.

She took aim at the man at the back and let the arrow fly. It whizzed through
the air...and embedded itself in a tree trunk one foot away from him. "Fuck,"
she thought to herself. "Dammit, Rania, you're out of practice. You're not as
good as you once were." She thought she was in deep shit now. Maybe she should
have run away. But...

Collins, one of the mercenaries, paused. "What was that whizzing sound?"

"Must have been a wasp buzzing by," said Ormsby. "Damn woods are crawling with
those things."

"Come on, time's a-wasting," said Zeke. "Let's keep moving, men."

As the men moved on, Rania sighed in relief. She drew another arrow and aimed
at the same man. She knew she had shot slightly to the left the first time and
adjusted her aim accordingly.

This time, the arrow sailed through the air and drove itself with cruel force
right into the center of the back of the last mercenary. The power of the
longbow sent the arrow right through the body armor he was wearing and
straight into his heart. His corpse slumped to the ground.

The heavy boots the men were wearing made loud crunching sounds as they walked
through the fallen leaves. None of the five remaining men heard their comrade
fall.

Rania smiled grimly at her luck. Inserting another arrow, she fired at the
next man. Again an arrow drove right through body armor and into soft male
flesh. The mercenary fell, but just before he died, he let out a faint cry of
pain. Collins, who was walking just ahead of him, whirled around. His eyes
widened in shock as he saw two of his comrades dead on the forest floor.

His shout echoed through the woods like a trumpet. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!" All
four mercenaries whipped out their guns and began shooting wildly. "FUCK!"
cursed Rania. "I should have run. What am I, Lady Rambo?"

One of the survivors had a rifle. As his weapon had the longest range, Rania
fired her next shot at him. The arrow slammed into his thigh and the man fell,
screaming in pain and dropping his weapon.

Ormsby realized the futility of using his Uzi at that range. He dropped it,
picked up the wounded man's assault rifle, and began shooting. Collins picked
up the second M-16 from beside one of the dead men and began firing as well.

Outgunned, Rania had no choice but to retreat. She darted off in the direction
of the road, swearing loudly at every tree in her way.

"After her!" bellowed Zeke. "We have to stop her before she gets to the cars!"

"Reddington's hit," said Collins, bending over the wounded man.

"He can't move. I'll stay here with him and..."

"No," said Zeke. "We need maximum firepower concentrated on her.

I don't want to take chances with just two on one."

"We can't just leave him here," Collins argued. "He's losing a lot of blood.
We have a real serious problem..."

Zeke drew his pistol and executed Reddington with a shot to the head. "Problem
solved. Now let's fucking MOVE."

He raced after Rania, Ormsby right on his heels. Collins stared at
Reddington's corpse for a second, then ran after the other two, shaking his
head.

Rania ran through the woods as fast as she could, compass in one hand and
longbow in the other. She could hear heavy footsteps pounding behind her.
Occasionally, a burst of gunfire would rip through the leaves.

She rounded a large tree...and suddenly came face-to-face with Zeke and his
shotgun, which was aimed right at her head.

"Uh-oh," said Rania.

Ormsby and Collins came up from behind, each aiming an M-16 at Rania's slender
back.

Zeke smirked evilly. She was even hotter than her picture had indicated. He
was going to enjoy raping her before he killed her.

"I don't suppose we can talk about this?" offered Rania weakly.

Zeke's response was to whack her in the face with his gun. She cried out in
pain. She raised her right hand to touch her bleeding face and flipped Zeke
off with the middle finger of her left.

Zeke sneered. "You'd better watch the attitude, girlie. We have all the guns
here."

"Yeah," said Ormsby. "Now drop that bow of yours." Having no choice, she let
her weapon drop.

"Now drop your pants, bitch," snickered Zeke.

"WHAT?!" growled Rania.

"We're going to gang-rape you, you hot little Lebanese cunt," said Zeke,
laughing loudly. "You have such a fit and slim body, I bet your pussy is real
tight. I'm boss, I get first fuck."

Ormsby turned to Collins. "I'll roshambo you to see who gets second fuck." He
held out his hand to do rock-paper-scissors.

Collins had steadily been growing more and more outraged at the actions of his
comrades. He had become a mercenary because he expected to be shooting bad
men. He hadn't signed up for executing his own side or raping a teenage girl.

"Roshambo this," he snapped. With that, he kicked Ormsby right in the groin.
Ormsby fell to the ground, clutching his wounded family jewels. Collins then
began aiming his assault rifle at Zeke, but the mercenary leader was faster.
Zeke blasted Collins with his shotgun. Collins dropped dead to the ground, a
gaping hole in his head.

Rania moved with lightning speed. She tackled Zeke before he could aim at her.
Her training and athleticism allowed 125-pound Rania to take down 205-pound
Zeke. His shotgun went flying as the Middle Eastern beauty landed on top of
him. Her fist shot out and nailed his jaw with a vicious punch, stunning him.

Ormsby, still on the ground, reached for his rifle. Rania snatched Zeke's .45
out of his holster and shot Ormsby twice in the chest. Ormsby cried out in
pain, but continued to move towards his M-16. Rania realized he was wearing
body armor under his camoflauge clothing. Her arrows must have gone right
through the armor of the men she had killed earlier.

Rania began aiming the pistol at Ormsby's head, but suddenly Zeke, who had
recovered, punched her in the side of her brunette

head. The force of the impact caused her to drop the gun, which bounced away
down a slope. Zeke rolled his heavy body on top of Rania's petite one. "Just
where I like to be, on top of a pretty woman," he sneered. His breath reeked
of tobacco. His big fist smashed into Rania's right eye, turning it black.
Meanwhile, Ormsby, groin-hurt and crawling, had almost reached his assault
rifle.

It looked dark for little Rania, but she didn't lose hope. She was a fighter
and if these fuckers were going to kill her, she would make them work for it.
She tried to buck Zeke off, but he was too heavy. He laughed, but his laughter
turned to a cry of pain when she headbutted him. She bucked him again and this
time succeeded in throwing him off. She swiftly kipped up to her feet. Zeke
growled, but she shut him up with a kick to his head.

Ormsby had reached his rifle. Picking it up, he began aiming at Rania. She saw
the danger and threw her athletic body into a dazzling sideways aerial
cartwheel. Several bullets flew safely between her wide-spread legs as she was
upside down.

Rania landed elegantly and picked up Zeke's shotgun. She aimed at Ormsby...

Ormsby aimed his rifle at her...

Click.

Click.

Both weapons were empty.

Ormsby ejected the empty magazine and reached for a fresh one in his vest
pocket.

Rania had noticed the box of shotgun shells in Zeke's pocket earlier. Moving
faster than she ever had before, she bent down and snatched the box. The
shells had to be loaded one by one, but one was all she needed. She finished
loading her single shell just before Ormsby finished reloading his weapon.
Pumping the shotgun one-handed, she blew Ormsby's head off. Her heart beating
fast with triumph, Rania turned back to finish dealing with Zeke.

He was no longer there.

"Oh, shit," said Rania.

Sure enough, a split second later Zeke crashed into her from behind, tackling
her to the ground. His eyes burning with rage, he began choking her as he lay
on top of her.

Rania knew that despite her fitness, her slim arms wouldn't be able to pry
Zeke's big ones loose from her throat. Losing air fast, she put all her
remaining strength into a punch. The blow hit Zeke squarely on the nose,
breaking it. As his blood began flowing, his hands flew to his injured nose.

Rania breathed in a deep lungful of air, then bucked her opponent off of her.
As she stood up, she growled, "This is the last time you get me on the ground,
asshole." She kicked him in the side as he was down, cracking one of his ribs.
A second, well-aimed kick to the same spot broke the rib completely. A third
kick cracked another rib.

As Rania drew her leg back for a fourth kick, Zeke suddenly tripped her. Rania
began falling...and turned the motion into a back handspring, landing
perfectly on her feet. Zeke, who had been about to laugh, scowled in fury
instead.

"My turn to laugh!" trilled Rania. "Like I said, you're not getting me down
again, cocksucker."

The mercenary leader, holding his battered ribs in pain, stood up slowly.
Rania, on the other hand, was anything but slow. She performed a front tuck
somersault towards him, landing right in front of his face. She punched him in
the eye, giving him a nice shiner. "That black eye's payback for mine,
dirtbag," she snapped. She pummeled him in the stomach several times with her
small but efficient fists, then rammed her knee into it. Zeke gasped for
breath and felt like puking.

Rania turned sideways, then suddenly elbowed him in the head.

As stars appeared in his eyes, she side kicked him in the chest.

She then roundhouse kicked him in the side of his head, sending him flying.
His back crashed into a tree trunk.

With her victim pinned against the trunk, Rania balanced on her left leg and
fired lightning-fast high kicks from her right into his face. Blood and teeth
flew as she kicked the crap out of him. Finally, she paused, blew him a kiss,
and performed a spin kick. Her boot slammed into his head, knocking him down
and out.

When Zeke woke up a few minutes later, he saw Rania standing over him. She was
now wearing his .45 pistol on her slim right hip.

She smiled down at him coldly. Grabbing him by the hair, she yanked him up to
a kneeling postion. "Now it's time for a little Q and A," she announced. "Be
thankful I'm going to be generous. If you cooperate, I won't shoot you. Who
hired you?"

He spat at her.

Rania rammed her knee into his face. Droplets of blood stained her pants.

"Now, who the fuck hired you?" she demanded.

"Fucking bitch," he said, spitting again, but spitting blood this time.

Rania kneed him in the face three times in rapid succession, putting a little
more strength into each successive blow. Zeke's face was beginning to look
very much like hamburger.

"I kneed a guy's skull in once," she said. "I can do it again."

She began raising her knee.

"No!" cried Zeke. "Enough! I give! This guy named Tim hired us.

He's with the State Department."

"State Department. Those traitors. I knew it," Rania muttered.

"Now that I know who it is, I know why," she said. "This Tim guy, was he the
big boss? Or was he working for someone?"

"He was working for a guy named..."

"...Bender," Rania finished, remembering the rude State Department agent who
had sassed her after her sister was killed.

Zeke gasped. "How the fuck did you know?"

"That's not important. Anyway, I'm asking the questions here. Now, you guys
look well-equipped. Cell phones don't work out here, but I assume you have
some method of communication that does?"

"I have a satellite phone," Zeke admitted.

"Good," said Rania. "Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to call
Bender and Tim and tell them the mission was successful. You're going to have
them meet you in an isolated location to pay you whatever they haven't paid
you yet. And you're going to give a very good and very convincing performance,
because if you don't, I will blow your brains out." She tapped her .45
threateningly.

The mercenary leader trembled in fear. "If I do this, do you promise you won't
shoot me?"

"You have my word of honor as a lady," Rania answered.

"All right. The phone's in my pocket."

"Take it out. Slowly."

Zeke took out his phone and began dialing. "Hey, Tim, it's Zeke.

Mission went off without a hitch. We capped the bitch and made sure to fuck
her good before bumping her off. Where can we meet to get the rest of the
money? I want someplace more isolated than the mercenary bar. Don't want those
other guys getting their greedy eyes on the green."

There was a pause as Tim responded, then Zeke said, "It's settled then. Over
and out." He turned to Rania. "Pretty convicing, huh?

Tim and Bender will be at the third bench on the north side of the pond in
Snowmane Park in Washington DC, at noon the day after tomorrow."

"Good job," said Rania. Zeke sighed in relief.

"And now, it's time for you to die," she added.

Zeke wet his pants. "What?! But you promised you wouldn't shoot me!"

"I know. I'm going to break your neck." With that, Rania wrapped her slender
but muscular thighs around his neck and twisted her boyish hips 180 degrees,
killing him.

She spat on the corpse. "You were going to gang-rape me and you expect me to
let you live? Fucker." She spat on Ormsby's corpse too, then knelt by Collins'
corpse and covered it neatly with leaves. "Thanks for saving me," she
whispered. "Rest in peace.

The rest of you mercenaries, burn in hell."

Rania felt her heart rate slowly return to normal. She was safe now, but she
still had a job to do.

Before heading back to her car, she looked through the mercenaries' packs.
Among other things, she discovered several small land mines. An idea popped
into her head.

* * *

TWO DAYS LATER

Rania stood in the Washington DC park, hiding behind a tree and waiting for
Bender and Tim to show up. She rolled up her sleeve and looked at her watch.

Sure enough, right at noon, the two men appeared. They walked towards the
bench they had indicated. Closer...closer...she waited until one of them
stepped in just the right place...

Tim stepped on a mine. It was well-buried and he didn't notice.

Rania leapt out from behind her tree and aimed the .45 she had appropriated
from Zeke at them. "Freeze, assholes!"

Both men stared in shock. "YOU!" shrilled Bender. "How the fuck did
you...Where the fuck's Zeke?! He said..."

"Never mind that. The important thing is that I've planted land mines all
around here. When you step on one, as soon as you step off it'll blow you to
kingdom come. So hold really still and listen very carefully."

Bender and Tim trembled in fear. They both nodded.

"You," she growled, pointing an elegant finger from her left hand at Bender.
Her right was still aiming the .45. "You're a big cheese at the State
Department. You're corrupt and you know who else is corrupt. Give me the names
of every corrupt agent you know. If you refuse, I'll kill you. If you
cooperate, I promise I won't shoot you or make you step on a mine."

"You swear to it?" asked Bender.

"You have my word of honor as a lady," Rania answered.

"Okay," said Bender. He began rattling off names, which Rania committed to her
excellent memory.

"That's the last of them," said Bender. "Now remember your promise."

"Oh, I will," cooed Rania. She smiled wickedly...and shifted her aim and shot
Tim in the head. She then holstered her pistol and began backflipping away,
doing back handspring after back handspring in rapid succession.

Suddenly realizing where the mine must be, Bender grabbed Tim's corpse, trying
to keep his weight on the mine. "YOU DIRTY BITCH!"

he roared. "Motherfucking cunt! I'll get you for this! Gaaaahh!"

Bender struggled. He held Tim's weight on the mine for as long as he could.
His muscles burned with agony, but that was nothing compared to the pure
terror in his mind, with the knowledge that he was going to die and there
wasn't a fucking thing in the universe he could do about it.

It may have been his body that gave in first. It may have been his mind. But
whatever it was, Tim's corpse slipped loose from Bender's grasp and both men
blew up in a spectacular explosion.

Rania, watching from the trees, smiled grimly. "Vengeance is mine," she said
in triumph. She then whipped out a notebook and wrote down the names of the
corrupt agents that she had memorized.

THE END

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