This time I recognised the sound and threw myself off the bed. The bedroom door was already opening. A tall dark figure seemed to glide into the room. The shape was holding the object that had made the noise, the terrifying sound of a shotgun being clicked shut after loading.
I slipped on the floor and stumbled as I threw myself at the dark silhouette, but it was too late. The shotgun exploded. The woman on the bed was thrown into the air with a sickening sound I would never forget.
I had just checked my wristwatch in the dark which showed ten past six, when Miller suddenly raised her hand. Almost in unison, the safety catches were released with a deadly click. As Miller brought down her hand, there was no longer any need for silence.
She shouted, "Attack - Attack!"
The doors at the rear of the vehicle were wrenched open and sudden bright light flooded into the interior. The men were jumping into the night.
The black woman tore off her earphones, grabbed the rifle in front of her, and followed the men out of the van. I was close behind her and could hear the sound of adjacent gunfire. As we jumped down from the vehicle, the gunfire was all around us.
Suddenly somebody grabbed my arm from behind. I spun round and saw that it was one of the soldiers who had been in the van with me.
His rifle was pointing at my head as he growled, "Don't fucking move."
I looked around me and saw that we were in the lorry park, which was brightly lit with artificial light. Two groups of men whom I recognised as the soldiers from the hotel were directly in front of my position. Some were kneeling down and all of them were firing at another group of men standing between two Mercedes cars, one green and one of a dark colour, some twenty yards ahead of us.
Most of the men between the cars were slowly collapsing to the ground, while the remainder raised their hands high above their heads. But the automatic rifle fire from the soldiers continued until all the men were lying on the ground.
Suddenly a woman's voice shouted 'Stop' and all firing ceased immediately.
The agent, Hastings, appeared from the group of soldiers in front of me and cautiously walked over to the men on the ground between the two cars. She was holding her rifle in the firing position in front of her as she examined each of the men on the ground.
My absolute horror at witnessing the scene in front of me increased when I saw Hastings hesitate in front of one of the bodies. Suddenly she pointed the rifle at the man's head and a shot rang out. From my vantage point twenty yards away, I saw the head explode.
I slipped down my bathing trunks to release the monster, gripped a delicious breast with each hand, put my cock between them and she finally stopped giggling and put her head forward to receive the glistening prize.
I came almost as soon as I heard the first slurping noise from below. I grabbed her head and held it in place while several days of frustration exited from my body. Then I raced for the bathroom.