The two ladies got up and helped me to get out of the tub. I sat on the side, being dried off, as I played with Bobby's voluminous breasts and Sarah's pert breasts and pointy nipples.
Bobby picked up my leg and sock and said, "Sarah, get our drinks. I'll put Chuck to bed. Bobby walked me to the bed. She left me to probably shut the patio door and shut off the lights. I hopped to the bathroom and peed while balancing on one foot. I shook and wiped off real quick, then hopped back to bed to find Sarah standing there, having set the drinks on the nightstand.
I motioned for her to get in bed, but she said, "Bathroom," and went.
Bobby came in, pulled the spread and top sheet back, and lay down on the king-size bed, patting the spot next to her. I climbed in on my knees and leaned over her to kiss her, then leaned down to suck on a nipple while caressing a breast with one hand.
Sarah returned and I smiled at her, pointing to the empty side of the bed. She said, "This is so nasty, but I want it really bad. Bobby, don't think bad of me, please."
"You," Bobby said, "How about me?"
"You're a young widow; I'm just an old spinster that is enjoying this kid, this young man."
I leaned over Sarah, kissed her and said, "You're not old, especially between your ears. If you gave yourself half a chance, there would be suitors breaking down your door. Put an available sign on your face and you won't have to hold your breath."
"Oh you, I'm not attractive or voluptuous like Bobby, my boobs are tiny and my nipples stick out obscenely."
I was shaking my head, "Sarah, there are men that like flat-chested women. There plenty of men that would think you are beautiful. I'm one of them."
"But you're so infatuated with Bobby."
"Bobby and I have some kind of special attraction for each other, but that doesn't keep me from being attracted to you. I didn't have much trouble being excited with our lovemaking."
That made Sarah shiver. "You did, you did make love to me. You didn't fuck me, but made love to me. It was so good."
"There's more, before morning you'll know what lovemaking is."
Bobby pulled me to her and asked, "Promise?" She was tugging on my hard again dick.
"Both of you, lie back and let me enjoy you for a while. Close your eyes and no fair peeking. Let me love you. Let me pleasure you. Let me take you to your limit."
Both ladies shivered from the words.
I kissed Sarah thoroughly until till she was gasping. I had been caressing her face, her breasts, stomach, and her fuzzies, into her slick pussy. It was easy to find her prominent clit while teasing her with my tongue. As I slid down on her, she became more excited until my mouth covered her pussy, with my tongue up her as far as possible. She was coming already, but I kept on until I was sucking her clit, with two fingers so deep in her that I was probably as deep as my dick could get. Sarah gasped and nearly screamed, then froze before totally relaxing. She was totally inert.
Bobby said, "You killed her."
I knitted my eyebrows looking at her, as I was on my knees between her legs.
Bobby smiled, "In that case, kill me too, do me like that."
As Sarah came around, I was kissing Bobby and enjoying her fullness, her large breasts, and wide hips. She came while I was suckling her breasts. She came again while I poked her pussy with my tongue and she came again while I sucked and fingered her. When I began moving up to enter her, she picked me up and settled me between her large thighs. I was so excited, I was drooling all over her.
I was soon balls deep, stroking her at an increasing pace. Bobby was coming continuously now, nearly screaming. We kept it up until sweat was pouring off me. Bobby finally reached around me, running a finger up my crack. As her finger hit my pucker, she pushed her pussy up at me groaning, coming. I filled her with my essence. We came together, exploding. Fireworks displays were going off behind our closed eyes as we orgasmed and kissed.
As we calmed, with me still between her legs, still buried within her, and still hard as a rock, Sarah said with tears in her eyes, "My God that was beautiful. Oh, I want that too someday."
I rose up and leaned over Sarah to kiss her softly. "You'll have this too, Sarah, I promise."
Bobby rolled us to our sides with us still connected. "Do you believe this horny critter, he's still hard. Men can't stay hard like that."
Sarah giggled, "If he's still hard after four hours, we have to call a doctor."
Bobby said, "Perhaps you should give him and it some mouth to mouth resuscitation, or would that be some mouth to penis loving. You might get a late night snack, or he might just crawl up and do you like he did me."
Bobby rolled off me, and my very wet dick flipped up in the air stiff as I lay back. I said to both ladies, "You two are both so damn exciting, I'll probably have to go to the emergency room."
Sarah did what I didn't expect. She went down on me with enthusiasm, swallowing most of me, but paying attention to the head of my dick. She was intense and she was going to bring me to orgasm quickly. I pulled her off me and laid her back. She spread her legs wide, making it easy to find her center and slide in. She gasped and shook as I slid deep into her.
I fucked, I pounded, I slid in and out. As Sarah came again and again, I was getting ready to explode once more. Bobby leaned over us and said in my ear, "Fill her up, squirt that stuff so far up her that it comes out her nose. Fuck the bitch, fuck the Sergeant, fuck the clerk right on her desk, make her sit in your cum all day, shoot it so full it drools down her leg, do it, cum in her, fill her."
This was making Sarah cum so hard she couldn't even scream. She was gasping for breath, with both of her hands holding my hips trying to pull my body inside hers. She arched, bridging her back, holding me in her while shivering and quivering. I came hard, sending what I had left into her, coming so hard it almost hurt. Bobby was kissing me again as I released. When Sarah went slack, I rolled off her and Bobby attacked my mouth. She grabbed hold of me and leaned down to suck me clean, as my dick finally lost its rigidity.
Bobby laid me on by back, kissing me, then had me kiss Sarah. Sarah smiled big and said, "I'm not a virgin or an unused little girl. I've been around, but the excitement of us three doing this with Chuck is just wonderful. I'm going to find me one of these just for me." She said this while taking my softened dick from Bobby. "When I get a good one, I'll share him with you, Bobby, it'll be only fair."
All Bobby said was "Mmmmm," as she kissed me. I sat up, grabbed the sheet and comforter, and pulled them over us. The two girls snuggled to me, my amazon on my right shoulder and Sarah on my left. Both of them began breathing softly, very regular instantly.
My amazon? Where did that come from? I better think about this a little. Wow, my amazon? Could it be? Am I ready for this? Wow, who knows, I guess time will tell.
As I was almost asleep, breathing regularly, Bobby's lips kissed my neck, then my ear, as she whispered softly, "I love you."
I woke up suddenly, thinking I had heard something. I listened but didn't hear anything. I looked behind me to see it was almost five fifteen. Time to get up anyway. I had to pee, so I slid from under the covers and to the end of the bed. My cane was on the chair with my shoulder harness and leg. As I got up, getting a hand on the chair, a shadow appeared at the door of the room. Without even thinking I pulled the Glock from the holster and thumbed the safety yelling, "Hey." A flashlight came on and I could see a face covered with a stocking. I fired three times knocking the guy backward before finally thinking and putting a round in his open mouth. Behind me both girls were coming out of bed, turning on the light. The outside door to the penthouse burst open with the duty guy running in.
I said, "I took care of it. Go back outside a minute. Let me get dressed."
The guy left the room.
I turned to look for the girls. They both got up from the floor, Sarah had a red face. She said, "I don't think he saw me under the bed."
Bobby said, "I don't care if he saw me or not. Jesus, that scared the shit out of me. How did he get in?"
I had a thought and slipped on the pair of shorts I had gotten out and hobbled out to the find the guy by the patio door, looking at a hole next to the lock. I said, "Hurry, run up to the roof to see if there's a helicopter up there. That's the only way he can get here unless he climbed the building. Shut off the door alarm but hurry. I slipped on by stub sock then strapped on my leg and went for the elevator, yelling. "Watch that patio door close. I'm going up on the roof. John Scott and a couple of other Marshals rushing toward the penthouse met me in the elevator lobby. None of them were armed. As I got in the elevator, pushing John back, I said loud enough for all to hear, "Go arm yourselves and check on each other. Make sure everyone is okay."
I pushed "R" and waited for the quick ride to the roof. As soon as the door opened, I could feel the whoosh of rotating blades. I ran toward the motor noise to find a tiny single seat helicopter sitting there. It was really small, with an open cockpit.
I looked for the off switch on the tiny engine and shut it off. The Deputy that had come up the stairs said, "There's a rope down to your patio. The motion alarm didn't go off up here. Jesus, I'm sorry. I didn't notice any activity on the monitor."
"No harm done. Let me get back downstairs and put some clothes on. This place is going to be crawling with people. I went down in the elevator and met everyone from the floor at the door. They all were talking at once. I said, "Go up and look while I get dressed real quick." As I went to the room four guys were following me. I just shook my head and had to say as they all bent down to the dead guy, "Don't touch the crime scene. Go call a clean up crew. Come on, act like Deputy Marshals. You know what to do."
John Scott was standing at the door, smiling at me. As the four guys left he pulled the door closed, with him out in the sitting room.
I slid off the shorts and found my jeans and T-shirt. I put on my sock from the night before and the other shoe. After putting on my shoulder rig, I brushed my hair back and finally took a leak. When I opened the door, Bobby was in jeans trying to keep the DC peoples' hands off the patio door.
I looked at John and said, "Haven't these guys watched any crime scene videos or had any training? They're like a bunch of kindergarten kids."
John hollered, "Get away from the door. If your prints are on the damn thing how are we going to match the bad guy's."
They looked sheepish and backed away. I asked them, "Why don't you guys call for a whole bunch of coffee and ask them to bring up about," I counted heads and figured at least a half dozen more, "breakfast for two dozen ought to do it."
One of the men said, "We can't order that."
Sarah went to the phone and did her thing. Bobby said to me, "Let's shake this guy down real quick. He's got gloves on so there aren't going to be prints. You know you ruined the carpet. Don't you know how to shoot someone without making it so damned bloody?"
John was laughing at Bobby and said, "I'll bet he did body shoot him first but found the guy had body armor on. His training says head shot and he did. Good job, Chuck."
We went through his pockets finding only a hotel key. I turned and handed it to John and said, "Get this to a team quick and have them tumble the room."
He left quickly to get this done. Bobby said, "Do you always boss around the U.S. Deputy Marshal in charge of field officers?"
"It needed to be done, so he did it. If he wanted me to do it, he would have said so. He didn't give it to one of the keystones out there as he knew it needed to be done right away. What do you want to bet he had the duty guy radio downstairs for a team to get a car while he rode down? As soon as John sees the team leave, he'll be back up."
Bobby asked, "How do you know that."
"Training."
She said then, "Damn good training."
I said quietly, "The man was obviously Special Operations and not that long ago. He knows how to command and he understands how to work as a unit. When others fuck up, he goes around them and uses those that know how to move."
Bobby said as she put the guy's pockets back together, "We should have that type of training."
"It wouldn't hurt. Let's get out of here and shut the door before one of these guys barfs from looking or the smell. Let's go wash our hands. You go out. I'm going to take a shower so I'm ready for the day. Send Sarah into the shower, then you go. I'll be out in five."
I did get a quick shave and shower and dressed in the jeans and T-shirt, but tucked my Glock in my waist. When I went into the sitting room, the food was there and the vultures were quickly eating while keeping an eye on my bedroom door to make sure the dead guy didn't come out.
John handed me a cup of coffee, holding a radio in his other hand. "I grabbed this from one of the guys in the team heading to the motel. They are supposed to radio me as soon as they get there. Nice wake up, huh?"
I grinned and said, "The damned alarm bled all over the bedroom too."
We laughed. One of admin types suddenly looked sick and was holding his mouth as he looked around to see where he could puke. I pointed to the patio and yelled, "Do it over the side of the building so I don't have to smell it."
John said, "Let me get these guys over to my room."
He turned to the group and said, "Leave one of those coffee pots and three meals. Now push the carts out of here to my room. All of you, let's go before another of you gets sick."
They at least followed directions and pulled three meals from the cart and left a jug of coffee. Sarah came out, got her coffee, and sat down saying, "Damn, this morning excitement makes me hungry."
Bobby laughed, "Being around Wild Bill here is making us immune to this stuff. How did you wake up anyway?"
"I don't know; I must have heard something in my sleep. I was waking up and thought I heard something, but I blew it off. I was heading for my cane on the chair when I saw a shadow at the door. I grabbed my gun and yelled. When the guys' little flashlight came on, I saw his face was covered so I started shooting. I'm surprised he didn't have one of those Glocks with the light and infrared, or even night vision. The guy was innovative to have that little helicopter. Wait till you see it, it is really tiny."
As she was eating, Bobby said, "He left his glass cutter on the patio. He was prepared as if he knew the layout in here. His rope just barely comes to the deck out there. He had measurements and everything."
The cleaning crew arrived. They immediately went to the door I pointed at and they began taking photos outside. When the photographer was back inside the sitting room, he took pictures of the patio door. He came to me and said very softly. Go pull the spread up over the bed and pillows. No reason to show who was in the bed.
I smiled as the guy winked and went to pull the spread up over the pillows. I even fluffed all three just to be safe. He came in smiling and took his pictures, put the camera away, and began going over the body.
"Sneaky bastard has surgeon's gloves," he said, as he took a glove off and pulled a fingerprint kit from his box of toys.
I left him to do his job as he would be a while. Others were checking all around out on the patio, then two went upstairs.
Howard came in the door. "Christ, can't we keep you in a protected hotel without you getting into it? Did you kill somebody again?"
John came into the room at that second and said, "He neutralized an attacker. Make sure you use the correct term when you write up your incident report, Chuck. The guy just happened to die while you were neutralizing him."
Howard laughed, "It's a damned good thing it's you up top, John, or my boy here would be shown the door."
"Yeah, I know," John said. "The former regime didn't like dead people. They thought we should capture people while they were shooting at us. Did this guy fire his weapon?"
I said, "Didn't give him a chance. When he turned on his light, I saw his face was covered and made the decision he was a hostile and took care of it."
"How many rounds did it take before you realized he was wearing armor?"
I blushed, "Three in a quick burst. I at least had him standing up by then."
John laughed. "Just like the book, three quick ones, and a decision. Good job."
Howard said, "You two talk your own language, don't you?"
John said, "It's the way teams are. You protect your unit. You make decisions to protect your unit. You consider yourself the last man standing, regardless, and fight that way."
Howard was obviously impressed by his boss.
Sarah said, "If you guys don't need me, I'm going to the office. I'll get my incident report done." She said to Bobby and me, "You two do yours as soon as you can. Send it to me in an e-mail. See you for lunch."
John said, "There's breakfast in my room if the guys left anything. If not, I didn't eat yet. We'll do downstairs and eat together."
Another group of CSI guys came in with a stretcher. Another guy came in wearing a flight suit. I asked him, "Are you going to fly that thing out of here?"
"Hopefully. It's probably a G-1 that the guy either built for the job or stole. I'll take it over to our building so we can go over it. Those things only hold a few gallons of fuel so it didn't come from very far. Where is it, on the roof?"
"Yeah, ah, you should probably go up the stairs. See the duty guy in the hall and make sure he got something to eat."
The pilot came back and said, "He didn't eat yet, order him something."
I called downstairs and ordered three more breakfasts, some milk and a lot more coffee. I noticed that Bobby didn't eat hers either because it was cold and greasy.
While we were eating with the duty guy, two people wheeled out the dead guy, then a guy went into the bedroom with some kind of carpet scrubber. Two maintenance guys wearing U.S. Marshal coveralls came in and began working on the patio door.
I said to Bobby, "I thought that was bulletproof glass?"
"It is; it can still be cut with special tools. That guy had them."
"How did he know about the bulletproof glass I wonder?"
The radio crackled, asking for "Safe one."
Bobby answered, "Safe one."
"Gold mine at the motel. We're bringing in guests and goodies. See you in about forty five."
The phone rang. I answered and Howard said, "You just got the call; tell the other pair to stay indoors for a while and you two come over. Be careful and check the street real good before you cross."
I laughed saying, "Okay, Dad, we'll look both ways before we cross the street."
"Cool it, Kid, you know what I mean," he still had a smile in his voice, so I knew he was okay with joking around a little.
I went out to the duty guy and told him to call the pair on the floor below and tell them to stay put for a while. You'll contact them when it's time to do their imitation.
He grinned, "Like they need having more time to lay around. Did you notice how both of them are walking bowlegged. If the kid didn't have to fake a limp, he would be walking with a cane anyway. That big guy seems to be doing a newlywed babe imitation."
"Be nice, they're doing what they are supposed to. They have to entertain themselves some way."
"Right," he said shaking his head.
I changed into some of my new slacks, a neat dark shirt, and a good looking sport coat. The mirror told me I looked good. The big forty felt good in the holster under my arm too. The maintenance guys were almost done in the sitting room but said they were going to give the carpet one more shot with some special dissolving material. Actually you could hardly tell where the blood spots were. We told them to check with the duty guy when they left and the housekeeping staff would be by soon.
We relayed the info to the duty guy then had him call downstairs to advise them that 'Safe one' was on the way with the guest. We checked the video screens and took the elevator down.
We checked the lobby and the restaurant, then headed to the door. The doorman held open the door and the duty guy with Bobby went out on the street looking up and down. Bobby waved her hand by her side to indicate I should move with her. The three of us walked across the street with me in the middle and went into the federal building, flashing our badges.
As I went through the metal detector, one of the guys asked, "Are you trying to get a quick rep? If you are, you've done it. Even one of our bosses was calling asking if you might be a candidate for number one duty."
I looked at him with a question on my face, and he said, "You know, White House."
"I hope you told them that I was a cripple and wouldn't make the grade with those guys."
"Nope, told them that you were the talk of the firing range too. They'll be calling. You can bet you'll never see duty like this, guarding a federal building."
"Why are you here then," I asked?
"Easy, started off working clearances and pissed off some interviewees. The money is too good and my wife loves Tampa. I'm already five years past minimum retirement time. I'm good for another fifteen and this is a no pressure, no danger job. With you around it might be more so, but you won't be here long. Hot shots are always kicked upstairs quick."
Bobby waited till we were on the elevator, "I knew those guys were Secret Service. He's right though, hot shots always get kicked upstairs quick."
"I have something to say about it and I'm still an employment agency guy trying to match fresh out military guys with jobs."
"Sure you are, like Scott is going to let you go?"
Once in the office, we joined the others in waiting for what the team was bringing in. Howard said, "The bureau sent a team out with ours and it was apparently needed as they called in for a cleanup crew and had two for the sawbones. All the good guys are okay. They said you would want to be in on the interviews, though."
There was a commotion in the reception area and ten guys were on it in an instant. Five guys in cuffs were pushed through the office. Four went to interview rooms and one was taken to a desk where he was told to sit. I recognized the guy. I knew him from Special Operations tactical training. He was a TI, a training instructor. He was looking around and I thought, not very smart to leave a guy like that by himself in an open room. He sat quietly though and kept looking around. He didn't recognize me, but that was understandable considering it had been several years and several hundred men since I saw him.
One of the bureau guys came out and un-cuffed him and give him a cup of coffee. John Scott came over to me and said, "Recognize that guy?"
I nodded.
"He's been undercover for the bureau for almost three years. This was a lucky break. He can get off undercover now without breaking the chain. We have two more guys in the same bunch, but they are out west."
John said, "Come here."
John introduced me to the guy then said, "Remember this guy?"
"If I take off his long hair, he does look familiar. About four, five years ago? You out and working for these guys now?"
I whacked by stick with my cane and said, "The Corps said I had to be a civilian again. Actually, I may only be temporary here."
John said, "This is the guy your crew was sent for. Now do you understand how those guys have lost so many men?"
"Holy shit, they would have had to send twenty or thirty, and still get lucky. Shit, you don't send someone after a troop after he's been in several years of combat. They're too salty, too aware. Christ, this guy is probably still seeing men with towels on their head. How come you didn't come to get us today? There wouldn't be so many in the interview rooms, that's for sure. I played chicken and hid under the bed while the shooting was going on. The idiots I was with had no lookout, no guard. They were caught completely unaware. Most of your guys can't shoot for shit. I'll bet they must have fired a couple of hundred rounds to down nine and wound two. The other three guys you brought in with me were under the bed with me, pissing in their pants."
"You happy to be through with undercover?"
"Yes and no. I lost my wife a few years ago to cancer, so I left the service since they wouldn't send me to a combat unit. The bureau offered me a position and I immediately volunteered for the undercover assignment. It was easy to make up my background. We used my real name and my real background. I just failed to tell them that I was working for the good guys too."
John said, "You know what, enjoy life, find a new life and a new way to do things. You've had enough time to get over losing your wife, or should I say the rough days are over. You'll never get over losing her. At least now it isn't as important to try to join her."
"You're right; I'm ready to join society. Maybe even go back to training crazy kids that want to play cowboy. See, I did well. I made this one worth his salt."
"You sure did, Sarg, you sure did. Thanks."
He winked and said, "Semper Fi," John and I both said, "Ooorah."
I started to walk away, then said, "You know you could transfer to the Marshal's service. You would make one hell of a protection guy."
He smiled and said, "I would, wouldn't I. What do you have different here than the bureau?"
"No undercover and you get to travel if you want to do air Marshal work. I think some of the bad stuff is chasing down escapees, but it's probably like chasing down those idiots we were chasing in Afghanistan the first time there."
The man sitting there said, "Hell, that was fun. I loved chasing those guys. They always thought they could outsmart us and we always found them. You're right; it might be more fun here."
The bureau chief heard me talking to his man and said, "I ought to be mad at you for trying to steal my guy, but he's just come off a long, long undercover assignment. The bureau would shit on him anyway because they don't think a guy that's been undercover that long can adjust."
That pissed me off. It did John too, as he was starting toward us. I said, "Your people don't know a Marine and don't know Special Operations. They work right up until they swallow their weapon or they can't do anything but. It's ingrained in how we think, how we live, and how we die."
The bureau chief said, "Hey, I don't make the rules. My guys are smart, college educated lawyers or other forms of professionals. We try not to get our hands dirty."
The guy in the chair said, "Thanks for letting me know." He turned to me and said, "Okay, Troop, where do I apply to switch jobs?"
Come on, let's get you up signed up then we'll get you cleaned up and some good clothes."
"I want some stuff like you're wearing. I like your look."
"Okay, we'll do that in a few minutes. Come on." I called to the bureau chief and asked him to come with me. He did, with a docile look on his face.
We went out to Sarah and I said, "This man is transferring from the bureau to the service. Can you do the paperwork for him, swear him in, and get him a clothing allowance if he's eligible, so we can go get him some clothes. The bureau chief will sign off and John will agree with me, that's for sure."
Sarah said, "As acting Lieutenant, you can hire anyone you want. How will you start him out?"
"Well, he has some seniority time for his time in the military and his years with the bureau. Give him whatever that adds up to."
The guy stuck out his hand and said, "Thanks, you just did me a great favor."
Sarah looked up at the guy and looked shocked, "Dave? I thought you were lost overseas, what is it, ten years ago?"
"Naw, we were just on a long mission that got longer. All the home folks had me written off, but Julie knew I was okay."
"And how is Julie? I heard she was fighting cancer."
"I lost her about four years ago. It's been hard. That's why I got out."
Sarah got up and gave the guy a hug. "You come to work here and I'll take care of you." She sat back down and asked, "Okay, I need your address."
"I don't have one, Sarah, I've been undercover for a long, long time."
Sarah looked at the guy, "Okay, Dave, we'll use mine for right now. Mom and I have two extra rooms and you just moved into one."
Dave had a happy, satisfied smile on his face. "Thanks, Sarah, that's really swell."
I pointed to the chair beside her desk and left with Bobby. John followed me saying, "Good job. That's the way to get good men. Recognize their ability and get them.""
Howard came up to us and asked, "Who's the guy you just hired, or was it steal from the bureau?"
I said, "He's been undercover for several years and you know what they do to those guys. He's a Special Operations Marine; I would think anyone would want that guy."
Howard was smiling, "If you didn't ask him, John would have. Come look what we have."
Back in the interview room, I found someone else I recognized. It was one of the hotel bellhops. He was the one that had to give me back the money. I asked if I could throw him out the window. I thought he was going to wet himself. John cautioned, "Wait till I leave the room before you do, but make sure you give him a chance to tell you everything."
"I don't want to hear it, I just want to throw him out." I pointed at the Marshal and bureau guy that was questioning him and said, "Call me if he doesn't talk. I'd like to watch him splat down in front of his hotel."
Bobby and I left then and went into the evidence room. There were complete plans for the penthouse area, height of the building marked on the roof area and even the local FAA weather number and website to get information on winds aloft. They would need it for that little helicopter.
There were notebooks with all sorts of information about the safe house and even some notes on ways to attack it. The ones they listed had failed. The note about the guys leaving their station to go to the Seven-Eleven failed. All the snipers failed. They had three different scanners but none had the service's bandwidth. It was a classified frequency area and was not readily accessible.
Howard and John both had something to say, but Howard spoke first, "They probably have more people that they might send, but we're putting so much pressure on them in their own backyard, they may write this area off. I'm hoping. This was a big group of guys. According to the motel, there was originally somewhere around twenty-five to thirty guys, not including Nardelli's men. Since we've accounted for all of them, you should be a little safer. We'll keep our ears out there and know when they're sending someone in."
John said, "I want you to stay in the hotel where we can watch you. Now that we know of a vulnerable area, we'll put better motion detectors out on the patio for when the doors are locked. Anything happens out there, the duty guy's alarm will go off right away. We're checking to find out what happened to the sensors up on the roof."
"You should put an alarm in the penthouse too, so I'll know."
"For you we can, if there was a regular protection assignment, we wouldn't want them to know. We're going to block off some rooms on the floor below so no one can go up either. The hotel will only charge us when they are full. I think it'll work. We were too confident that no one could get up to the roof. Now we know so we have another camera and full perimeter surveillance alarms up there. We learn from our mistakes."
Howard added, "If it looks like the world is calming down, I'll send you two out to the new safe house. It's really nice. I know you'll like it. Meanwhile, enjoy the luxury of the penthouse. Now go back to the hotel and hole up. Tell your imitators to come over in an hour or so if they can get off their knees or out of bed."
I frowned and said, "Be nice."
He laughed, "Okay, I'll be nice."
John had a questioning look on his face. I just said, "An inside Clinton joke, Sir."
"Sure it is. Keep it that way. Don't ask, don't tell."
Howard, Bobby, and I all laughed. Bobby said, "The man is sharp isn't he. Probably has something to do with being my boss' boss."