"I got to give Margaret more credit, this new pair is much better for horseback riding," mused Olga, as she and Jas cantered around the construction site, staying close to the periter walls.
Her radio buzzed to life, and the tense voice of one of the new campus security officers ca through: "Ms. Olga, we have a semi truck approaching the main gate at high speed! It looks like it’s trying to ram through the gate!"
"Deploy the spikes and mobilize!" ordered Olga, as she and Jas galloped towards the main gate.
The massive 18-wheeler tore through the security booms, and flipped to its side as its tires exploded on the spikes.
Its montum carried it forward, and it crashed into the gate, knocking it off its sliding grooves and down onto the ground.
Still mounted, Olga and Jas carefully approached the wrecked truck, weapons drawn.
The trailer opened, and a group of ard thugs staggered out, dazed by the crash.
Olga and Jas opened fire first, their rubber bullets knocking the thugs down into a heap.
The four new campus security guards arrived and fired on the few still alert thugs who ca charging out of the truck.
Within a few minutes, all the thugs were disard and zip-tied.
Olga nudged her horse forward.
"You boys can do this the easy way and talk now, or we could do this the hard way and drag your asses around the campus until you talk," she said.
One of the thugs, a man with a bright yellow Mohawk spat on the ground and hissed.
"Hard way it is then. Johnson, secure them to my saddle bow," ordered Olga to one of the campus security officers.
"Is that necessary ma’am?" asked Johnson, looking apprehensively at Olga.
"Ask that question to the two guards who were pumped full of lead by these guys a couple of weeks ago," snapped Olga.
With a steely determination, Johnson fetched a length of rope, and tied the thugs to Olga’s saddle bow.
Screams of pain filled the air as Olga cantered around the campus, dragging the thugs behind her.
After four laps, she stopped and turned her horse around, facing the thugs.
"Talk or I start a gallop in 3... 2..." she began.
"OK! OK!" groaned one of the thugs, his arms and legs covered in scrapes and bruises.
"We was bailed out, and was supposed to tear this place up," he said, wincing in pain.
"By whom?" asked Olga.
"Your Momma!" shouted the thug, earning a laugh from his companions.
Their laughter turned into screams as Olga kicked her horse into a gallop, dragging them behind her.
By the ti she stopped, the thugs were barely conscious, their bodies battered and bruised.
She drew her gun and loaded a live ammo clip.
"Since you cockroaches don’t want to talk. I guess I’ll just have to exterminate you," she said, aiming her gun at the thug with the Mohawk.
"Don’t know! Don’t know! Swear! We just was let outta jail and was given guns n’ a truck with a note to co here and wreck the place!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The ten thugs were executed with a single 9mm bullet to the head each.
Olga holstered her gun, and trotted her horse back to the main gate, dragging the bodies behind her.
----
"These things are quite handy," comnted Olga as she watched one of Harry’s digger drones scoop up the bodies of the thugs, and dump them into a large pit that had been dug in the ground near the northern periter wall.
At the main gate, a large bulldozer was pushing the wrecked truck out of the way, clearing the entrance.
"It’s one of the reasons we’re able to build so fast," chuckled Jas, standing next to her.
"I think I understand what Natasha felt when she executed that Mario guy," said Olga, as she watched the drone dump the last of the bodies into the pit.
Jas sighed. "It’s a damn sha he didn’t co to us first. We could have helped him deal with whatever radicalized him," he said, shaking his head.
"It doesn’t work that way, Jas. I’ve seen enough of counter-terrorism work to know that it doesn’t matter how well-intentioned you are. Radicalization happens for sotis the most innocuous things," said Olga, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess you’re right," said Jas, looking down at the ground, before he straightened up and took a deep breath.
"All right, the area is secured, let’s get the bunks in the security room ready," he said, leading her to the security room.
----
"I see, excellent work Olga," said Natasha over the phone as she heard Olga’s report.
"The security booms have been repaired, so we should be fine. But I decided that we should bunk for the night over here, just in case we get a surprise night attack," said Olga.
"I agree. You need any stuff from the main compound?" asked Natasha.
"No, we’ve got what we need here. How are things over there?" asked Olga.
"Things are fine over here. I think the newbies have finally gotten the ssage," chuckled Natasha, as she surveyed the battered forms of the new recruits, with Jennifer, the ringleader, writhing on the floor, her arm sticking in an unnatural angle.
"Please tell you didn’t kill anyone," said Olga, her voice tinged with concern.
"Nah, just a little roughing up. They’ll be fine in a couple of days. Though Jennifer will need so ti to recover," said Natasha.
"Understood, ma’am," said Olga, and Natasha hung up the phone.
"Now, where were we?" asked Natasha, grabbing Jennifer by the hair and pulling her up.
"Ma’am, please! I didn’t an it! It was just talk!" pleaded Jennifer, tears streaming down her face.
"Just talk? Let’s get one thing straight. Never talk unless you can back it up. Now, what should I break next? Your spine perhaps? I think I like the idea of you being stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of your life," said Natasha, throwing Jennifer onto the floor.
"No! I beg you! Please don’t do this!" scread Jennifer, her voice breaking.
"Then this had better be the last ti you dare to undermine my authority, or insult the uniform that Master Zakhrov has so graciously provided us," said Natasha, her voice cold and steely.
"Yes, ma’am! I promise! I won’t do it again!" sobbed Jennifer, her body trembling with fear.
Natasha turned to the other recruits, who were watching in silence.
"That goes for the rest of you as well. Now that you’ve seen how effective this uniform is, I expect you to wear it with pride and respect. Understood?" she asked.
"Yes, ma’am!" chorused the recruits, their voices trembling with fear.
Natasha pulled out her phone again and called Aaron this ti.
"Master Zakhrov, I need a discreet ambulance pickup for the new recruits. So of them need so dical attention," she said.
"Hmm, I think I might need to acquire a hospital if this is going to be a regular occurrence," chuckled Aaron on the other end.
"Um, sir, we can figure that out later, right now I’ve got a girl with a broken Ulna and a dislocated shoulder," said Natasha.
"Got it. I’m calling an ambulance now," said Aaron, hanging up.
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