The three of us were up showered and dressed early. John called down to see if we were up, then came down with Kenisha.
"My bags are in the lobby, what's for breakfast? Want to eat with everyone else?"
"Yes, let's do that, then I'll come up and get the reports before I leave for the airport."
As we were having our coffee before the food came, John said, "Chuck, you are now a Major in the Marshal Service. Congratulations. You'll enjoy the pay increase. I had a choice of bringing you in to D.C., or doing something I think is doable. We don't need more brass in D.C., but we need someone to do my job and more."
He took a drink of coffee and said, "I want to re-define my job. You're going to do it. You'll be in charge of all of the stations throughout the country. It's not that big a deal, but you will be busy. You will have secondary responsibility for every FBI office, every ATF office, and every DEA office. You'll have responsibility for every federal law enforcement office. The object is to coordinate the efforts of the offices and to help them work together as one. You will have the service's plane in Tampa for you to use, plus you have a budget for staff. You'll need a couple of clerical types and a shrewd, killer, office manager, who will filter junk for you so you're not overwhelmed with bullshit. I'll bring you into D.C. to learn from me and my people, but we're going to be busy overseeing the operation from a different point of view. We'll teach you, though. You and I come from the same background, so you'll do the same job I did while you're doing it. But get ready, as soon as I transfer everything to you, the shit will hit the fan. Your building has an office suite on the same floor as the service office. It's rented and being spruced up. You have a budget if you need to make it fancy, but it used to be a judge's office and chambers, so it's probably fancy already. If you don't like the furniture or if it's too old for you, get new. Your computer system is being set up in there and will be only yours. I'll have access, but I will be the only person outside your office that will."
We had begun eating now. John continued between mouthfuls, "I'm still going to use you when I have a problem. You'll have to have Sarah and Bobby keep a handle on your office. Your office manager will be your lifeline, so like I said, hire a good one. I promise not to do that to you often but, when it happens, it happens. You'll find out that finding someone you know will do the job, especially a covert job, with no direction and no base is tough. You'll find him though. When you do, keep him, use him like I used you, and promote him right on up."
We were on our second cups of coffee, sitting back, when John said, "Congratulations, Guy. When I met you, I figured you to be my replacement. I just didn't think it would be so fast."
He looked at Bobby, "You're a good choice, Bobby, I know you will be a good station chief and make Chuck proud of you. Remember, Chuck is not the station chief, he is a separate entity, and he doesn't make decisions for you unless you ask for help. If he butts his head in, kick him out of your office, unless he's there on official business. I know you two will work out, that's why Chuck's not coming to D.C. He'll learn how to be in and out in a day, except when something really strange happens. I'd like you to help him with his personnel choices. Get him some real slutty clerks that'll give him head in the morning, and send him home happy in the evening."
"Sure thing, Boss, not," Bobby laughed.
"Look hard for the office manager. It's got to be someone like Sarah, like my Mary Ann. You know the type and you may even know one we can steal. With all the big companies closing and contracting, we might get lucky quick."
John put his arm around Kenisha who was happily smiling, "Well, boys and girls, it's time for us D.C. guys to roll out of here. Call me daily, Chuck, and let me know how you are doing with people and getting Bobby settled in. I'll bring you to D.C. and work with you for a few days. If you want, you can commute in your own airplane, but it's better if I keep you up there and work you to death for a few days. See you all later, and it has been nice to meet you, Jan. You did a great job."
Jan glowed, stood up, and shook his hand, "Thank you, Commander, it has been my pleasure."
"You're the first person to address me as such. Thank you, Senior Agent."
We watched John and Kenisha go out to the lobby and out the main door to the bus. I think we all felt a loss with him leaving. He had heaped a bunch of responsibility on Bobby and me.
We went upstairs and checked in with Ken. Bobby and Jan were pulling e-mails. Ken said it was wrapping up and it was good. I said we would talk later.
Sarah said, "We'll finish up with the hotel today and then we're going to run the personnel at Homeland Security. They want us to do it, since it was their boss that said to get us on it. The office is busy, we have two escapees, we're working a couple of transports, and five new transferees that all want air duty. A few more and we'll start pulling a lot of Orlando's too. A couple of the transferees are helping out on the investigations. They have the experience and enjoy investigating by phone. We've even got an app from a senior clerk from Buffalo that wants to transfer. She has ten years of service and is a real deputy. I don't know what to do with the app."
"Ah, Sarah, call the lady and put her on an airplane to interview with me. Put her up in the hotel for me and make sure she eats well. I want to talk to her tomorrow."
"Does this have anything to do with the construction and cleanup going on in the old judge's chambers?"
"Smart lady. Do it for me. I shouldn't be using Bobby's people for my work, but it would be a personal favor."
"Okay, everything else is fine. I'll see you this afternoon, right?"
"Right." I handed the phone to Bobby.
Bobby took the phone saying with a smile, "My boss just handed me the phone. I guess you can put all his shit in a cardboard box and put it by the door. I'll bring in some doilies and flowers for my office tomorrow. Do what the man says and I'll start being a leader as soon as I learn how."
"You know how already, Bobby, I'm proud to work for you," Sarah said.
"Enough butt kissing, I'll talk to you later."
When Bobby hung up, I told Jan to call in. She dialed the number and dialed the Station Chief's extension. "Thank you for the promotion, Sir."
There was a pause, then a "Yes Sir," pause, "Yes Sir," pause, "Yes Sir, I'll be there this afternoon and begin. Thank you, Sir."
Jan put the phone down and grinned a crooked smile, "John Dawson was transferred and he just made me his new Assistant Station Chief. Can you believe that? That's why I got the promotion."
Bobby said, "I guess we have some celebrating to do. Jan come with us to Park Place tonight."
She was smiling big, saying she might need to bring her boss along.
We had the bellhops carry all our shit out to the limo and rode to the airport. The S&S Lear was waiting for us and a fuel truck was topping off the tanks. This meant that we were not late and they had not waited for us. Once again, we had the cowboy looking guy with the longer hair and good smile. I didn't know who was pilot or who was co-pilot, but the other person that was with him was not very tall, but had tits that didn't quit. They were gargantuan. She was a happy girl and seemed to have a relationship with the cowboy. Watching them move around you noticed they both limped a little as if they had old injuries.
As the girls were getting on the plane, the big breasted babe followed them in and went for something. She brought some catalogues back and gave two to Bobby and one to Jan.
She said to Bobby, "These are clothes you can get in Tampa at the outlet store, or you can order them on line. I'll bet you have trouble getting good stuff just like I do."
Bobby said, "I'd like to have your problem, Honey. I'm big, but you're colossal."
She laughed and said nodding toward the door where the cowboy was, "My old man sure like's 'em."
Bobby said, "Mine does too, don't tease him too much."
The lady actually reached up and unbuttoned two buttons flashing some grade "A" prime cleavage.
I was grinning, almost embarrassed that I was staring. The cowboy just said, "She does that to me all the time. Hard to walk, isn't it?"
They went through a checklist to get the plane ready to go, then the lady hollered at me, "Can you pull the door shut and come up here a second."
I pulled the door closed and followed the instructions to pull the latch down to a full locking position and flipped the catch over it. Up front, I stood in the doorway as they began taxing. The cowboy was in the left seat and the girl was sitting a little cross ways in the right, going through more of the checklist.
She showed me the top of the next page and said, "I'm going to ride with your ladies, you sit up here. Make sure you buckle your seat belt, put on that headset and read these items off as he gets ready to take off. There are a few for after you're in the air, so just follow his lead." She got up; showing more cleavage than should be allowed by law, then rubbed me up good as she moved by me to go sit with the girls.
I got into the right seat, buckled up, put on the headset that only had the right earpiece. There was all kinds of chatter going on. In front of us was a USAir 757 and in front of that was a prop jet commuter. I said to the cowboy, "Let me know when I should start."
He said sticking his hand out, "I'm Steve, the tease that went to the back is Sue."
I told him my name was Chuck.
"Okay, we're next, start reading and when I say check, go to the next."
I went through the items as I watched the 757 go down the runway. I heard over the earpiece for Lear 1433 to hold. Steve was looking out the window saying, "I can't see any airplanes, wonder what's up?"
A small airplane came down, circling right in front of us and set down hard on the runway. The propeller was not turning.
Steve said, "That's an old 160 series Cessna. Engine's dead. Lucky the guy was this close to the airport. He turned just in time to land. Wonder why he didn't have more time to glide in. Oh, look at that, he's a crop duster. He probably pulled out of a pass near here and his engine quit or seized. He's lucky to have made it in."
The earpiece gave us access to the runway and we were cleared for takeoff.
I read what the directions were and waited for him to say rotate, then he said the next step was something about flaps, then gear, the altitude check, then some air quality stuff and then he sat back, scanning the instruments tapping here flicking there and said, "Want some coffee? I'll bet we can get one of those babes to get us some."
The big breasted babe gave us coffee. I don't know how she managed to get her arms around those things. I guess she was used to it. She handed us each a sandwich saying, "Glenda made us some sandwiches from the ham we had."
I thanked her, not knowing who Glenda was. Steve and I chatted on the way back. He asked if I ever thought about flying and I said sure, everyone does, but it takes a lot of time to learn. He said it didn't take that much time but you had to do some studying. I said I might check into it. He clicked on the PA and said, "Sue, bring up one of Star's brochures for Chuck. We might get him to learn to fly."
Sue brought me a neat brochure that had smiling people standing by a small aircraft.
I asked, "If I was going to fly something like this, what do I have to learn except this basic airplane stuff and the instrument qualification?"
He said, "Avionics are changing right now, and a lot of the instrument rating is probably going to change. If you are serious," he said, "I could probably get you through basic flight school and instrument training in about three months. The other thing you need is experience. That means airtime. You have to fly, fly, and fly. Get checked out in some different types of airplanes and you can go to the school they have for these babies. There are two separate schools, one is mostly the navigation equipment, and these planes damn near fly themselves. If the plane is kept up after every flight, it'll fly the next time. That's the key to flight safety, know when to say something's wrong and get it fixed."
"If you notice, I set up all the instruments and let this thing take us home. If it was rough out, or I wanted to manually fly it, I could but there's no sense if I'm watching the instruments and the plane is doing what it's supposed to. That's why they call it an autopilot."
I asked a stupid question, "So you could get up and wander around the airplane and you would be safe?"
"I could do that, but that would be pretty stupid. What if something happened and I'm wandering around. Perhaps I can't get seated and right the ship fast enough. I'm sure some people do that, I don't, and it's not recommended."
We were cutting across the gulf after getting clearance from some military base up in the area. We were descending as Steve said, "Maybe we'll see one of the neat big sailboats out today." We did see one ahead and he brought the plane down pretty low and seemed to be slowing. The boat had a main sail with S&S on it. He wagged the wings then began climbing again quickly.
I asked, "Is that boat owned by the same company?"
"Yep, it's one of the charter boats. There're three of the big sailboats right now. If business gets bad there will be only two or one, but so far so good. A lot of companies aren't making it and there're a lot of boats for sale. Wish I had some money to buy boats."
I observed, "This S&S is a big company isn't it."
"Pretty big, it started out small and just kept growing. The company just kept taking advantage of opportunities."
"It's always neat to see and hear of a good success story."
"Heard you had some success and got a big promotion. Congratulations."
"Who told you about that, Steve?"
"The lady from the Marshal's office. She was really excited for you."
"It is a big deal, I'm excited too, but I have to admit, I'm a little scared, there's a lot of responsibility that goes with it. Too darn many people that I'll be responsible for. I don't how many, but it's like thousands and that is scary."
"Know what you mean, man, it's really a bitch to know you are responsible for the welfare of all those people and their families."
Steve was doing a lot things with dials and knobs, "It's time to land this thing, want to read it, or do you want Sue to do it?"
"Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
He pulled another booklet from the overhead pocket and handed it to me. He flipped a page and pointed.
I read the first item, and he said check. He then used a switch on the yoke to key the radio in calling for clearance to enter the pattern.
He pointed at the next item and I read it. A voice came over the headset, giving us clearance and telling us about traffic at one o'clock at two thousand feet.
I read the next item and got a smile from the cowboy. I read the gear down message and saw him pull the handle and heard the gear go in place. Steve said, "You have to listen, there's a certain clunk that tells you the gear is down and locked."
I kept going step by step, right down to the runway. Once on the ground, he talked to someone who directed him to a taxiway. On the way up to the operations building, I asked, "You knew every step, how come you had me read them to you."
"A checklist is so you remember to do them. Some things make a difference in the order you do them. You can fly without the checklist, but even if you're by yourself, you need to go through it to make sure everything is by the numbers. Since I have someone in the right seat, they get to read it to me. More fun that way."
I was thinking that this guy would probably be a good teacher. He could probably be a good pilot instructor.
We pulled up to the operations building and got out. The cowboy and I pulled the luggage out and set them on the other side of the gate. A lady came out of the operations building and said, "Your limo had trouble and they are sending another. It's going to be about twenty to thirty minutes."
Steve said, "Want to go see where you learn how to fly?"
Bobby said she wanted to go too, and of course, Jan went along with us. We walked across the tarmac to a building between two big hangars. The first one had a bunch of small airplanes in it and two twin engine planes. Inside the office was a young lady that said, "Hi Steve, hi Sue, did you have a good flight?"
Sue said, "Steve flew and it was perfect. Smooth as silk."
The girl said, "The weather is good all the way. Probably a nice day to fly."
Steve asked, "Do you have more of those preliminary questionnaires for student pilots?"
"Sure, right here, how many do you need?"
He didn't even hesitate, he just said give me three. He took them handed one set to Bobby, one to Jan, and one to me. He took a video off a shelf and gave it to me. "Watch this, then fill out the questionnaire. Grade yourself and you'll get an idea whether you want to fly, whether you're capable of learning, and how far you want to go in learning."
"Come on, I'll show you a couple of the planes they use to train you in."
The first was small plane that didn't have a whole lot of instruments. Steve pointed out that some had sticks to fly, and some had the things like steering wheels he called a yoke. We walked over to a little larger plane and looked into the cockpit. It had instruments everywhere with what looked like small video screens on both sides of the airplane.
Steve said, "This plane is used to teach instrument flying. Learning to fly this is fun. You fly all over and land at big airports when they're not so busy. It's a lot of fun."
We walked back across the tarmac to see our limo there, with the driver standing by the door. The trunk was open, and all of the luggage was already in it. We shook hands with Steve, and said goodbye to Sue. I still couldn't get over the size of her chest. Bobby caught me ogling and elbowed me, laughing.
Sue said, "Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't know all these buttons were undone."
Bobby, Jan, and Sue all laughed. Steve just shook his head, while I blushed.
In the limo, Bobby said that Sue had invited us out to their place. It was near Park Place. She said, "Can you believe it, those two live in a trailer park."
Jan said, "There's nothing wrong with a trailer park. I grew up in one and I turned out fine."
Bobby said, "I like those two. We should go see them sometime. Did you notice she didn't even flinch about my size? She asked me if I knew Millie, as she says that she and her husband go to Jonah's. It used to be called Big Jim's before Jonah bought the place, but she says the place is still a popular biker bar. I'll bet Sue shows off when she's out riding."
Jan said, "My almost "Cs" sure do feel inadequate after seeing those things."
Bobby said, "She said they used to be a lot bigger before she had kids. She looks really good for having kids."
I was thinking, too much talk about kids. Gotta get married to have kids, or at least you should.
We pulled up to the house and the duty guys helped us unload the limo. I tipped the driver and he was gone. Ah, home again.
We went inside and one of the duty guys asked Bobby, "Are you going to let the super boss live here with you?"
Bobby said, "I guess he can while I still can. I think I'll have to give up the place. Maybe not, I'll see. I guess I could still do most of it but I can't be home during the day most of the time."
The duty guy said, "The house may be compromised anyway."
I asked, "Why, what happened?"
"Just after you left, a pair of the duty guys were followed out here and a car sat down the block. Jack and I noticed the car as we left. The car began following us, so we pulled into the pancake place and stopped. When they parked, we started going toward them and they took off. We've seen a car down the block twice with people in it. When we call for backup from county, they're gone by the time a car gets here."
"Listen," I instructed, "Next time, just call in and get whoever is closest to close off the street. You can see the guy on the monitors, so set up a way to recognize it and call in."
"Good idea."
"We need to make sure, and if it needs to happen, the next house is built and ready. I saw all of that in the Chief's log left over from Howard."
Later, when we three were heading into the office, I asked Jan, "Look through your stuff and see if you've got anything on local brothels and slave trading stuff. I'm wondering if one of the people might have escaped and they're waiting to catch them."
"Hey, that I can do now. I'll talk to the Chief; he'll know the kinky stuff."
The office was pretty full in anticipation of our arrival. We had let Jan off on the 2nd floor and came on up. All the folks there gave us a hand. The welcome didn't last long as Sarah began showing us the final results from the hotel. They had found another kitchen worker and another on housekeeping staff. All were incarcerated and all were being held as illegal aliens.
I suggested to Bobby that she have a tech, or techs, take the place apart again. If they have found the IP address the information was being forwarded to, we should tear it down, but if not, let's set up a sting. We'll shut down the floor and scrub the two guests again. We'll have them do some acting and see if we can catch someone trying to find them at the house. That will kill two birds with one stone. We'll know if the house is compromised, and we might catch who the transmitters are going to.
Bobby said to everyone standing in the room, "Okay, Guys, you heard the suggestion, I like it. Let's go scrub the guests and make up a script. I want four guys to relieve the two out there. Let's catch some bad guys. Alive is better so they can talk, but these boys play for keeps."
The techs were across the street with some duty people in an instant. They closed off the floor and used another room to have the guests shower. They were ready with towels and combs. Bobby had gone with them since they needed a female for the female guest. Two techs were going over the room, tagging every bug and covering every monitor. Soon the only thing transmitting were the monitors that don't count and the microphones. We were going to have the two black rags over the monitors pulled when the couple was back in the room so the listeners could see them at the same time.
The guests were very cooperative when we explained what we wanted. They didn't have any problem saying what we wanted. They suggested that they do the talking in Russian so it seemed more authentic. Bobby agreed, but called Jan to monitor the play acting that they were going to do.
The couple was totally clean. The bugs were all from the hotel. Bobby had the situation covered. She had four men in the house, two teams on nearby streets. Jan volunteered to be the female coming from the hotel to the house. I was going to be the guy. We exchanged clothes and moved the people to a different suite. Jan and I would ride down on the elevator. Bobby would pick us up in the war wagon and we would head out to the house. This could either be an easy bust, or a tough one. We would see.
Back in the federal building, a young girl was talking to the secret service guards at the entrance. She didn't speak very good English and Jan recognized her accent. Jan began talking to her and found out that she had run away from a brothel in downtown Tampa. She said she couldn't go out on the street because people were looking for her. Jan brought her up to our office and called her Chief so he could come up.
The girl was sixteen and had been here about four months. She was expected to service five men a day and some were mean and hurt her. She said she was fed pretty well, but didn't like getting hit all the time. She said she could have stayed in Russia to be hit and raped all the time. The more she talked, the sicker you got. We called the girls from USF to see if they could keep her company in the office while we worked on the other issue.
Bobby had an idea, "Let's use her clothes and put them on someone about her size so we can make them think we're taking her to the safe house too. We might attract even more attention."
Sarah said, "Let's deputize my new clerk. She's the exact size, with black hair and she needs to be a deputy anyway."
The clerk was all excited that she was going to be a part of something. We did explain that there was a danger. She said fine, give her a gun and watch out. She said, if you have an army 45, I can shoot with the best of them. Jan said, "Let me get a Glock and take you downstairs real quick. A Glock is easier to use and shoots real sweet."
Sarah checked out a small Glock and three magazines, and Jan took her downstairs. I tagged along to watch and see how Jan was teaching. They pulled the range rounds and the clerk loaded the three magazines. She asked for earmuffs, and before stepping into the range, she said to the range officer, "This is new gun. Shouldn't I clean and oil it first? Will you show me how this one breaks down?"
Score one for the student.
The range officer produced the kit and showed her how to break the gun down. She oiled the rag and rubbed each part, instead of the bath most novices give a gun. She ran a wet, then a dry, swab through the barrel and reassembled the gun. She wiped it down so it wasn't oily, and put the kit back saying, "can you leave it for after I shoot?"
Score two for the student.
She stepped into the range, pushed the button to run the target back. This chick has been on a range before. Jan described what the safety features for the gun were, and stepped back. The girl loaded a magazine and chambered a round. She brought the gun up and put nine rounds into the body circle.
I saw Jan say something; the girl then loaded the second magazine, chambered the round, and put nine rounds in the head circle. The groups weren't super tight but they were all in the circle. The other plus was the girl was shooting one-handed.
I saw Jan say something again; and once again she loaded up and fired with both hands, she shot five in the body, five in the head, all very tight groups. The two girls were laughing as they picked up the empties and brought them to the range officer. He commented, "Good shooting, you'll have to work out with Jan and Chuck. We'll have a team yet."
Jan said to me, "Deputize her, she knows which end a bullet comes out of a gun."
She said, "My dad's a gun nut. I can shoot a revolver pretty good, but I love the forty-five he has. I think I like this Glock too, except it doesn't hold many rounds."
Jan said, "There are three sizes of the forty caliber. This was the smallest and preferred by most women."
"I guess if it was a purse gun, it would be good, but my mom has a nifty little PPK that's really accurate and light. It doesn't hold many rounds either though."
This chick knew her guns. I asked, "Have you used a rifle much?"
"Yeah, they are fun. I just shot an MP5 last week at the range out on 301. They were demo'ing the gun, and thought it was neat that I could shoot it. It isn't hard to use at all and is very accurate. Not a super long range gun like a .308, but great for under two hundred yards."
I like this chick.
She had cleaned her new gun. The range officer gave her jacketed rounds to load up in her magazines. We all went upstairs where I noticed she went to her purse, put a magazine in the Glock, put a round in the chamber, and put the gun and two extra magazines in the purse. She knew a gun without a round in the chamber was useless. She smiled when she saw me watching her.
"My dad will be so proud. Sarah gave me a badge and an ID card that makes it legal to carry."
Just what Sarah needs, a clerk that's a gun nut.
We went over the plan one more time. Jan went over to the hotel to check and I walked the Russian girl over there with the clerk flanking her. We made sure anyone looking could see who it was.
Upstairs, the clerk and the Russian girl changed clothes. Jan assured her the USF girls would be there soon to keep her company. They listened to the conversations the two in the room were having, then listened to the tapes from earlier. Jan said, "They have done a good job. I believed them."
We had made one last precaution; we had the Bureau give us three teams to hold in reserve outside the area that could respond quickly. They would get the bust anyway, but we had to be the ones doing the bait and switch.
The couple changed clothes with Jan and me. All I had to change was the shirt, as our pants were the same color. Jan had the lady's clothes and they did fit fine.
The Russian girl and the couple became a lot friendlier as more and more came out about how she had ended up here.
The three of us went down to the lobby, complete with a downstairs guy. Bobby pulled up at the side entrance and the three of us, plus the duty guy got in the car. I had the two girls sit in the back so I could use the sunroof if we needed to. The clerk was about to orgasm when I lifted the floor partition and pulled out an MP5 and three magazines. I seated one and chambered a round, then closed up the floor. I checked my Glock and yep, there was the expected round and it wasn't a hollow point.
Jan was telling the clerk how I had recently made a hundred yard shot with the Glock, but had been firing a hollow point. The girl said, "No way, no way in hell do you hit what you shoot at with a handgun at that distance. A hollow point won't make hardly any difference but the thought of a shot like that is awesome."
I said truthfully, "Pure luck."
Bobby said, "Not luck, Chuck is super accurate."
The girl said, "Daddy learned all about guns and shooting in Viet Nam. I almost joined the Army but they wouldn't let me in the Special Forces. That sucks."
I did like this chick.
We eagle-eyed everything all the way to house and did the entrance as usual complete with the pat on the roof.
Okay, inside were four men. We brought a man, plus me, Bobby, Jan, and the clerk. I showed where the extra MP5s and the extra magazines were. The four inside guys already had MP5s ready. I thought about it a minute, then got three more, with a hand full of magazines and a couple boxes of rounds. One went to the duty guy that came with us, one went to the clerk, and I took one. Bobby admittedly wasn't that good with an MP5 and Jan had not been trained on one. I promised her and myself that would be remedied.
We were ready. Bobby was scanning the monitors when the radio crackled. One of the duty cars said, "Three SUVs just pulled onto the street. They'll be coming your way in a second."
I radioed back, "Give them sixty seconds into the street and follow them to block them from that end, both cars." I asked over our frequency if the Bureau boys were monitoring. They came back instantly. I said, "Take all three units and come in from the other side. I'd like one car to jump the curb and go to the back for some extra cover. It looks like they are just going to try to power their way in."
I paused, "Okay guys, at the first round fired, come in and don't hesitate, fire to neutralize. Don't play around; there may be six guys to an SUV. We are going to come from the sides of the house; you guys come down the street. We should have them pinched in. Be ready to chase them down in the woods."
I was watching the three SUVs slowly turn the corner. I told the guys, "Three of you to the left. The fence goes to the front of the house. I'll be with the three to the right. That fence goes all the way up, but is partially open."
I looked at the clerk and told her, "At the first round, hit the button to open the garage door. Use the open sunroof in the Suburban for cover. The little glass shields are Kevlar. Use the MP5 until they get close, then just drop it and use your Glock. Put your magazines within hands reach."
I could see her eyes narrow. She was really excited. If I were her, I'd be pissing in my pants. I had Jan go to the car with her, and Bobby was stationed inside as a last resort. She said she should be out with us, but I said, "You are the radio person. You've read and seen the tactical videos, we have to have you."
She just nodded and said, "I'm ready. Okay, lets go, they're almost in front of the house. Hopefully they'll all get out at once."
Three men went to the left and three of us went to the right while Jan and the clerk were in the Suburban. What we needed was a turret on the house roof. We watched the three Expeditions stop in front of the house in the middle of the street. The doors were opening and lots of people were getting out. I was thinking this was like watching the clowns getting out of the little car; except these clowns had AK47s, and shotguns with grenade launchers. I motioned toward the three grenade launchers and said, "Aim, and on my mark, they go first."
I saw one of the guys bring up the shotgun and I yelled "mark." We three shot as one, and all three shotguns went down. The guys with the AKs began firing at us like crazy, but we were returning fire and the three on the other side of the house were also firing.
I had heard the garage door open on our first round and now fire was coming from there. The men around the SUV were looking for a place to hide and one took off for the woods, but a round caught him before he was even close. Two guys were hunkered down on the opposite sides of the big Fords, but our two teams and the Bureau's two teams were in position and were firing. I did hear a Bureau guy yell, "Lay down your weapons, or we will continue to shoot."
Only one guy did. He threw his AK and was standing, crouching with his arms straight up. The guys from the left side of the house were running up on the downed shooters checking them quickly for life, kicking guns away. The three shotguns with the grenade launchers were quickly picked up by the guys from the right side and placed by the house where Bobby was standing in the door with the radio to her ear and her Glock in her hand.
When I looked at her questioningly, she said, "I've got all three cleanups coming and two wreckers. The county has been notified, but they are on their way anyway. They will just clog up the place as usual."
I said, "Tell Hank to use three wreckers so there won't be any extra prints on the cars."
I turned to all the guys and I said, "Okay, everyone get their rubber gloves. No touching any of those nasty things until you do."
"Hey Jan, will you come out here and tell this idiot that if he doesn't shut up, I'm going to shoot him to see how loud he can yell."
Jan went to the guy and told him to lie on the ground and put his arms straight over his head and shut up. He did, remaining very still and very quiet. One of the guys finally went up to him and cuffed him, then began shaking him down.
The clerk came out smiling, carrying the MP5 and her Glock in her waist. She came up to me and said, "I know I'm not supposed to grin, but I got two of those assholes and I did the one by the shotgun a second time when he was reaching for it."
I gave her a hug and said, "You did well, real well. I don't want you to say in your report that you hit anything. You only helped neutralize a group of what are there, about eighteen attackers. Go put your junk away, and kick my ass later, for not making you and Jan put on armor."
She looked at me and said, "Oh shit, my dad will skin me."
"Tell him to skin me; I was the geek that let you in on this."
I pushed her into the house and took hold of Bobby and smiled at her. Protocol be damned, I kissed her. She grinned at me and said, "We're one hell of a team, aren't we?"
Jan came up and hugged Bobby about the time the clerk came into the house. She snuggled up between Bobby and me and asked, "Can I get some of this lovin' too?" Jan looked at her and licked her lips. The clerk grinned.
Hi Ho Silver, the county cars began sliding around the corner with their lights and sirens. They jumped out of their cars and came running up with their guns in their hands. Bobby was out by the bodies and said, "Touch one of those corpses and you will be doing traffic." The one guy's response was "So what, I already do traffic."
The cleanup trucks began coming and just drove up on the grass on the far side of the street, then drove around the mess to the far side and parked in a neat row. The three teams began photographing the scene. Finally one of them said, "Please, Gentlemen, we are happy to have the help, but please lay all of the items from each individual on something so that we won't lose it, and we can identify the stiff. I see you are all wearing gloves. Very good, now please change gloves between each dead guy."
A county cop was standing around, looking at the carnage, until he saw the guy the clerk had to shoot the second time. Her round exploded the head. Brains were lying out on all sides. The man bent over and began barfing. The clerk ran out and pushed him away saying, "Don't mix your pinky DNA with the stiff. I had to hit the motherfucker dead center to get that effect."
I really do like that girl.
I suddenly figured it out, I didn't know this chick's name. I waited until she was somewhere else, then asked Bobby, "What's your clerk's name?"
Bobby smiled, "Like that babe, do you? Me too. Jan too. God, she's a find isn't she? What's her name? How the fuck should I know? I'm new to this job."
I laughed and used my cell phone to call Sarah, "Sarah, Honey, please tell me the name of your new clerk that I'm going to keep as my personal toy?"
"You nasty old fart. She can't be more that than twenty-two and you are, oh yeah, you ain't much older than she is, but what about Bobby?"
"Jesus, Sarah, I only asked her name, I didn't ask about whether she took birth control or not."
Bobby was about to bust a gut.
"Her name is Marie Antoinette."
"Oh, Sarah, come on, give me her name."
"Her name is Marie Antoinette."
"Really?"
"Really."
"That's a rip. Oh yeah, you might lose a clerk. The babe can shoot and has guts that keep on running."
"Just keep her clean and pure, and I will keep her just for you."
"You're so bad, Sarah."
She was laughing as she hung up on me.
The clerk was coming up to us and I said with a question in my voice, "Marie Antoinette?"
"Yeah, that's me. Can you believe it? My old man just loves that old English shit and did me in. My mother is as nuts as he is. The guy can shoot the eye out of a gook at eight hundred yards, and turns around and names his daughter that shit. Call me anything you want."
I was grinning when Bobby looked me with a question.
"We're getting some character in this place. All these old timers are coming in to give us some class, and now a Marie Antoinette." We laughed together.
The Bureau was in charge of everything after we killed everybody. Nice talk, GI, but they were and that's the way the game is played. There had been eight men in each of the Expeditions and one had lived, too bad. He wouldn't tell anyone anything and kept claiming he was diplomatically immune. I think he went south. Way south, all the way to some jail in Cuba. Maybe he'll learn to read the Koran.
Everyone finally left, leaving us with a safe house that was as safe as an ancient crippled school crossing guard. Bobby sent the duty guys home. Jan said, "I'll have to stay unless you want to take me in to my car."
Marie Antoinette said, "Gee, I'll have to stay too, unless you want to call me a cab."
There was something afloat here.
Bobby suggested that since we had been so crazed today, we should do a work out, swim, then enjoy the hot tub, after which we would eat like little pigs.
Bobby directed the two girls to the clothes emporium, while I put on my shorts and T-shirt. When Marie saw my leg she said, "Holy shit, you have a fake leg."
I sort of looked at her then said, "Holy shit, you have a fake tit."
"I do not," She pulled her top down showing some very nice titties. "See this, Buddy, it's a real one."
We were all laughing at her antics; she blushed and said, "You got me. You asshole, you got me."
Bobby said, "He hasn't yet, but if he does you'll be asking for seconds."
Jan said, "No shit."
Marie questioned, "What am I missing here?"
We did the gym, where I actually did the fucking treadmill after the stationary bike, and finally did weights.
When we went to the pool, I was determined to put them all in a box. I swam hard, fast, and long, but Bobby was staying with me and when I went to the side she said, "You son of a bitch, you almost got me again. How do you do that with only one and half legs?"
I smiled and said, "My third leg helps if it doesn't get hard."
Bobby swooshed water into my face.
We did get into the hot tub and since we had already been naked in the pool, there wasn't any hesitation to get in the hot tub. We were lying back, when Bobby said to Jan. "I sucked him off last night, it's your turn tonight."
Jan picked right up on it and said, "Fuck no, we have help, it's the new girl's turn. Get to it, Honey, he comes great, just don't drown."
At first, you could see Marie give them a dirty look, then it dawned on her that she was being teased, "Well hell, I thought you girls were pussy eaters, not dick suckers."
She had them, both Bobby and Jan were open mouthed, thinking, "Yeah, suck my pussy, bitch."
With a lazy look at Marie, I said, "Not to worry, Honey, I'm so used to doing without; one more night won't make a difference."
The two girls almost drowned me. When I could get the water from my ears, I heard them saying, "We fucked him to within an inch of his life two night's straight. He doesn't get any one night and he thinks he's being cheated."
I was laughing hard enough to get damned near drowned again by three women this time.
In the kitchen, still stark naked, but I was wearing my stalk. Bobby said, "We better eat up the good stuff, we'll be moving shortly. Too bad, too, this is the best house yet."
We did have steak after a salad and with some good potatoes and broccoli with cheese sauce. We had some ice cream for dessert, which turned into the usual tittie teasing with the cold ice cream.
As everyone was sent to the showers, I asked Bobby, "Do you really like this place? The mess out front doesn't ruin it?
She said, "Nope, I wasn't really a part of it and those guys are gone. This one only had the one bad thing happen, not one after another like the other place."
"How about I buy this from the government? We can negotiate the cameras and stuff if you want. What do you think? I like the place, you like the place, and we're both probably out of being a Safe anymore. We can make some offices out of some rooms and we can still rent out rooms to duty guys if need be."
Bobby came over and sat in my lap. Yep, the three hundred fifty pound Babe came over and sat in my hundred and eighty-five pound lap. "Would you really buy this for me?"
"Yep."
"Then I might want to give you a Marie Antoinette as a house warming gift."
"Don't need one. I have all I can handle on my lap."
"And not Jan, the little dyke you laid in Branson?"
"You're not nice at all."
"Truthful is all."
"She's really not a dyke."
"I know, but it sounds more dramatic."
"Well, do you want to, Bobby?"
"Want to what, fuck Marie, Jan, some other swinging dick you might have in the wings?"
"Fuck, do you want me to buy this house?"
"Sure, I really do. I like this place and it's the first place we had together from the beginning. Can I play with your little toys?"
I spread my legs and said, "Yeah, that always feels good."
"No, I mean the two little girl toys."
"Do you want to play with them?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"Enjoy, Honey, but save me some of you."
Bobby was off my lap in an instant, gone from sight.
I shut the place down, turned on the security system, and turned off all the lights. I crawled into bed and pulled the sheet and spread up over me. Lights out.
I felt Bobbie snuggle up to me and go to sleep. Then I felt a body with tits snuggle up to my back and go to sleep. When I felt a fourth body get in bed and in front of Bobby, I thought, "This is getting strange."
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