[qzar9999]

I'm late, I know, I'm sorry... My girlfriend's computer is broken, and rather than getting it fixed, she's gotten in the bad habit of using mine excessively lately. Seems to happen a lot in the evenings and on through midnight... Anyway. Here ya go! Next Thursday should see the resolution of this particular scene (I think).

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“Vasquez!” Crowe screamed. He fired on Ellen, aiming his rubber bullets at her face. The only effect this seemed to have was annoying her, as she immediately rounded on him and advanced. Cold dread settled into the pit of his stomach as he rapidly backed away from the advancing giantess.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blonde one—Dana—swiping at a retreating Apone and Drake. “Fall back!” the sergeant called. “Get outside! We have other countermeasures in the APC!”

“You're not getting away that easy, assholes!” Ellen bellowed. She picked up a shattered table and threw it. The edge of the flying furniture caught Drake in the shoulder; he cried out and fell to the floor before scrambling to his feet and sprinting for the hole that led outside, one arm hanging limply beside him.

Crowe heard the crackle of a radio, and a second later Gorman's voice came over the system. “Apone! What's going on in there? We're hearing gunfire! Report!”

Apone spoke quickly into the radio, keeping an eye on the advancing women as he continued backing toward the hole. “We have two Tangos, sir! We've engaged, but we're getting out of the building to take up a defensive position by the vehicle! Suggest you meet us there!” He let out another burst of gunfire as he reached the opening. “Crowe! I'll cover you! Get over here!”

Crowe ducked a chunk of wall that one of the women threw at him, then bolted for the exit. He glanced at the counter, where the fallen Vasquez still hadn't moved. “What about Vasquez, sarge? She needs a medic!”

“We can't get to her right now, Crowe! We'll have to come back when the hostiles have been dealt with! Now go!”

With one last sorrowful look at Vasquez, Crowe dashed through the gap.

Teetering on the brink of consciousness, Vasquez was dimly aware of shouting and gunfire. She thought she heard someone scream her name, and she thought she heard Apone order the men to fall back. Automatically, she tried to acknowledge the order, but she seemed to be having trouble speaking. Sorry, sarge, she thought to herself. She lay dazedly on the floor, staring at the counter in front of her. She could feel a chill all along her left side where it touched the tile, and she noticed that the water from the broken sink was puddling on the floor and soaking through her uniform. Good...at least I'm not paralyzed, she thought. But why does my uniform feel so tight all of a sudden?

Crowe ran for the APC once he was outside, seeing that Drake was already almost there. Hudson and Hicks watched their approach with confusion.

“What's going on?” Hudson asked as the two men reached the vehicle.

“Fucking giant women!” Crowe snapped.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Hicks replied.

“I said giant women, sir!” Crowe repeated. “Thirty fuckin' feet tall! Throwing furniture around like toys!”

Hicks looked skeptically at him. “Uh-huh. Drake, why don't you tell me what's really going on?”

Drake stared levelly at the corporal. “Exactly what Crowe said, sir. Giant naked women. They hurt Vasquez pretty bad. Sarge said to fall back to the vehicle.”

Hicks sighed heavily. “...Right. Okay. Where is the sergeant?”

Crowe turned to look over his shoulder in puzzlement. “He was right behind--”

Suddenly, a section of the exterior wall exploded outward. The limp form of Apone went sailing through the air, punted by what was unmistakably a giant bare foot sticking out of the hole. The sergeant hit the ground and tumbled across the parking lot, bumping along the asphalt before rolling to a stop several feet away from the APC.

“Sarge!” Hicks yelled, running over to check on the downed man.

Apone groaned as the corporal approached him. “Hicks...gonna need...bigger weapons,” he said weakly. “Check inside...the vehicle. Lieutenant is on...his way,” he finished, before his eyes closed and he passed out.

“Sarge!” Hicks shouted, checking the fallen man's vital signs. “He's still breathing, but I think he's hurt pretty bad.”

“What the fuck was that, man?” Hudson cried, staring at the hole in the wall of the building. “Looked like...like a giant fuckin' foot!”

Hicks thought that was what he had seen, too, but that couldn't be. “I don't know, Hudson.”

Crowe looked annoyed. “What? I told you what it was. Giant fucking women! That was a foot!”

Hicks ignored him. “Whatever it was, Sarge said we need the heavy weapons to take it down. Let's get into the APC and--”

He was interrupted by the sound of part of the building behind him crumbling. He turned to look at the hole and was stunned to see an enormous, busty, naked brunette ducking to fit through the huge opening in the wall. A similarly-sized blonde followed right behind her. Hicks' jaw worked a couple of times as he struggled to speak.

“That's...that's impossible,” he managed at last.

Crowe gave him a flat look. “I told you.”

“Ooh, look, Dana, some more silly little army men with their silly little guns,” the brunette said with a smirk, her voice carrying clearly across the empty intersection.

“Do you think that will stop us from stomping on their tiny asses, Ellen?” the blonde replied, grinning maniacally.

Hudson was staring at the huge women, his eyes wide in shock. “Jeeeesus. Look at the size of those tits!” he said, barely blinking.

“Hudson!” Hicks snapped. “Focus on the mission!”

Hudson jumped as if stung. “Uh...right. Sorry.” So saying, he ducked into the APC and came back out with several weapons. “Alright, we got gas grenades, tasers, tranq rounds...there's probably some other stuff in here too,” he said, setting the armaments down and picking up a handful of XREP electrified shotgun rounds.

“Alright, Hudson, let's try those first,” Hicks said. “If they don't have sufficient effect, I'll use this.” He selected a tear gas gun and nodded at Hudson. “Drake, Crowe, grab some XREP or tranq rounds and be ready. Hudson, fire on my command!”

The men took positions around the APC, watching the giantesses approaching across the ground, the long strides of their terrifyingly huge feet bringing them swiftly toward the soldiers. Hudson swallowed nervously, aiming his shock rounds at the brunette's torso and trying to keep his eyes from wandering down to breasts bigger than he was.

“Fire!” Hicks barked.