by Tom Jones
Bocchino did not reply to Jim’s comment, and the helicopter’s cabin was once again absent of speech. The cat briefly turned around to see if his vulgar rant had awoken the vixen, but Bocchino was both surprised as well as relieved to see that he had not done such. The cat turned around again, and he could see that the helicopter was now descending on Sealand’s helipad. Jim prepared the helicopter for landing by adjusting its angle-of-attack, “Looks like we’re about here. Try not to make a scene in front of the Prince, now. Right?” Bocchino looked out at the sky again, and he could see that it was now almost night outside. The cat sat silently in the co-pilot seat as he waited for Jim to successfully land on the helipad. As the human finished landing the helicopter, he shut off the engines, and he prepared to disembark from the helicopter. Before the human could finish shutting off the helicopter, he could see another human climb up to meet them on the helipad. Jim immediately recognized the human as the Prince of Sealand.
Jim opened the helicopter door, and he was greeted by the Prince, “Back so soon already? I didn’t expect you guys to come back here.” Jim replied to the other human, “Well, we have some good news and some bad news. We’ll get to all of that, though.” The Prince looked at the closed side door of the HH-60, “I take it Kurt’s in there, right?” Jim did not want to break the first mention of bad news to the Prince. When the Prince did not receive a response from either Jim or Bocchino, he knew that something was wrong, “Kurt’s not here, is he?” Jim frowned as he slowly shook his head. The Prince shook his head as well in response, “What happened to that bloke? Did he get killed by Omega?” Bocchino replied, “Worse…” The Prince was out of the loop of the situation, “No? What happened to him?” Jim sighed, and he looked at Bocchino to see if the cat was willing to explain the situation. Bocchino finally spoke, “How about we all talk about this inside?”
Tau 1 looked out the driver-side window of his Caiman, and he could see the tail of the Learjet 75 visually exposed over the fence of the airport. The aircraft was completely white, and it featured black UN lettering over a large portion of the aircraft’s vertical stabilizer. Tau 1 looked to his colleague, “Looks like they’re already waiting for us.” Tau 2 looked at the airplane for himself and commented, “That means we’ll be out of here in no time.” Tau 1 then looked over to the radio speaker which was mounted on the dashboard of the vehicle, “Call up Gamma. Ask them for their status.” Tau 2 grabbed the Motorola speaker/microphone combo, and he held down the PTT button, “Gamma, this is Tau 2. We are just about to arrive at Boma airport. What is your status? Over.” Tau 2 looked at his rear vision mirror, and he could see the second BAE Caiman traveling behind their vehicle. The passenger of the second truck replied, “Tau, this is Gamma 2. Everything looks good from here. We’ll be ready to proceed with the exchange. Over.”
Tau 1 began to drive off from the paved road, and he was now driving the vehicle over a dirt trail. The second truck followed the first Caiman, and both vehicles were proceeding towards an alternate entrance of the airport. As the two trucks drove closer to the back gate of the airport, a couple of ISG members wearing UN uniforms approached the rear gate to let the two trucks in. When the first truck approached the gate, Tau 1 stopped the vehicle right in front of the gate in order for the two ISG members to let the trucks in. One of the ISG members approached the truck through a personnel door, and he stepped up to the driver-side door of the first truck, “State your callsign.” Tau 1 replied, “ISG Tau-Gamma.” The ISG member nodded, “Callsign checks out; you’re clear to enter.” The ISG member stepped off of the side skirt of the Caiman, and he proceeded to the vehicle gate’s controls.
The ISG member pressed a button, and the rear gate of the airport began to slowly open. Once the gate reached its maximum opening position, both of the trucks drove onto the airfield, and they drove on the tarmac as they headed towards the parked Learjet 75. The aircraft was completely white much like the two Caimans, and it was also disguised as a United Nations vehicle, bearing the UN lettering on the fuselage and tail section. As the two trucks approached the aircraft, multiple ISG members wearing blue combat fatigues and black personnel equipment emerged from the aircraft’s door. When the two trucks stopped in front of the personnel, the rear door of the second Caiman opened, and multiple armed humans emerged from the vehicle. Tau 2 opened the passenger-side door while Tau 1 disabled the vehicle’s engine. ISG Zeta-Kappa wore the blue and black Omega special forces uniforms, and they were clearly set apart from Tau-Gamma disguised as UN Peacekeepers. Zeta 1 spoke to Tau 1, “You got them in the back of this truck?” Tau 1 nodded, “That’s right. One black red fox and one gray wolf.” Zeta 1 commented, “A black red fox? That sounds an awful lot like that anthro who broke into Facility Five.” Tau 1 relayed his news to the ISG unit, “Turns out, this is that anthro. Must’ve been enough for command to call you spec ops guys out here.” Zeta 1 replied, “Alpha-Omega would’ve done this. We’re just here because they’re not.”
Tau 1 and the rest of his squad led Zeta-Kappa to the rear of the Caiman. Zeta 1 looked at the rear door of the Caiman, and he watched as Tau 1 opened the rear of the truck. Immediately, the humans could see a rather frightened wolf staring back at the humans. Zeta 1 questioned the other squad, “Why is the wolf not blindfolded?” Tau 1 stepped inside of the truck, and he quickly lowered the blindfold over Jason’s eyes, “Don’t worry about that.” Zeta 1 shook his head in disapproval, “Whatever. Let’s just get this going.” Tau 1 grabbed the restrained wolf first, and he forced Jason to stand up. Since Jason could not see where he was going, he almost began to walk straight into the side of the cabin. Tau 1 chuckled, “Heh, stupid fucking bitch. Watch where you’re going, motherfucker.” The human knew very well that the wolf was not able to see, but that did not stop him from verbally abusing the wolf.
Tau 1 held the wolf’s restrained hands as he led Jason to the end of the cabin. The human then remembered that the wolf would have to descend the steps of the cabin, and this task would be especially difficult for the wolf since he was blindfolded. Tau 1 displayed a slightly malevolent smile on his face, and he turned around to face Arcades, who was still kneeling in the vehicle. Zeta 1 approached the wolf, and he grabbed Jason’s left ankle above the shackle before he could even attempt to descend from the Caiman, “Come on now, let’s speed things up. One wants to see both of these anthros ASAP, and we don’t want to keep him waiting.” Tau 1 let go of the wolf’s wrists, and he left Zeta 1 to deal with getting Jason out of the vehicle. Zeta 1 turned to the men in his squad, “Come on, give me a hand.” Zeta 2 and Zeta 3 walked over to help Jason descend the steps of the Caiman’s rear door by manually lifting him down.
After successfully reaching the ground, Zeta 1 handed the wolf over to Kappa 1, “Look him over. Make sure he’s ready for transport.” Kappa 1 acknowledged the squad leader, “On it.” Kappa 1 forced Jason to his knees, and he began to visually inspect the wolf and the restraints he was wearing. Kappa 3 looked at Jason and commented, “You think One will be impressed with this one?” Kappa 1 replied as Zeta 1 walked away to see to it that Arcades was extracted from the Caiman, “This one doesn’t look too special. I can’t imagine him selling for an above average price. Maybe One will have other plans for this one. He looks like your bog-standard gray wolf.” Kappa 1 tested to make sure all of the restraints were double-locked before he looked up to see Kappa 4 return with a leash which featured a latch on one end. The leash was attached to the loop on the collar that Jason had been forced to wear, and the human tugged on the leash to motivate the wolf to start moving. Jason got up from off his knees, and he moved in the direction of the force that was tugging on his neck.
“Fucking fox, you better stand up,” Tau 1 said to Arcades as he forcefully grabbed the fox from off his knees. Arcades stood up, and he accidentally bumped his head on the side of the vehicle since he did not know he was close to the wall of the cabin. Tau 1 chuckled, “Hah, eat shit, fucking fox!” Arcades whimpered in a combination of
both pain and humiliation. The fox shuffled forwards as the human held onto his restrained wrists and forced him to move forwards. After some more movement of Arcades’ shackled ankles, the fox had finally arrived at the end of the cabin. Tau 1 looked down at the ground, and he released his grip from the fox. Arcades stood completely still, and Tau 1 began to grin as he spoke, “Keep moving!” The human watched as Arcades took a step and quickly realized that there was no immediate footing below. Arcades lost his balance, and he fell forwards out of the vehicle. Since the fox’s hands were locked behind his back, he was unable to catch himself from his fall. Zeta 1 watched as Arcades landed on the ground, “I think One wants him alive. You probably shouldn’t rough him up too much, now.”
Tau 1 only insulted Arcades, “You foxes deserve to be on the ground like that. Fuck you, fucking fox.” None of the humans provided assistance to the fox who stumbled on the ground from the rear of the armored vehicle. Tau 3 and Tau 4 turned to face the Kappa team moving Jason into the plane while the Gamma team was now moving towards the plane as well. Zeta 3 stood in front of the fox who was no longer trying to stand up, “Get on your fucking feet, damn fox. You’re a piece of shit, you motherfucking bitch.” Arcades’ cries were muffled by the gag that still occupied his mouth, but he knew that the humans did not care for his well-being anyways. The fox still refused to stand up, and Zeta 4 shook Arcades, “Hey, are you fucking deaf, motherfucker? Get your ass up, right now! Bitch!” Arcades shuddered as he began to stand up. Whenever he made any movement, he could feel the buttplug that continued to chafe against the inside of his rectum. This day had marked the first time Arcades had ever had something inserted into his anal cavity.
Jason was led inside of the plane, and Kappa 1 tugged on the leash harder to make sure that the wolf knew which way he was being taken. Kappa 1 gave the leash less slack as he was now almost holding the wolf by the collar itself. Kappa 1 looked down to see that Jason was almost losing his balance. Kappa 1 stopped briefly in order to allow the wolf regain his balance, and he then tugged even harder on the leash to make Jason lose his balance again. Kappa 1 knew that Jason already had a hard time balancing from all of the restraints he was wearing, but he did not mind making it even harder for the wolf to perform a simple task such as walking to the other side of an aircraft. Inside the aircraft was a small, featureless metallic crate which was the same type of crate that the anthros had seen before from when they raided the Omega Foundation train. Kappa 4 opened one side of the crate, and he shoved the wolf inside of the small crate. Before the wolf could shuffle himself around to get comfortable, Kappa 4 closed the crate and locked it shut to prevent Jason from moving at all. The humans moved to the door of the plane to collect their next item for transport.
Zeta 1 now had Arcades on his knees outside of the steps which led to the Learjet. Kappa 1 descended the steps, and he looked at the fox, “This must be the top prize.” Zeta 1 nodded, “This is supposed to be that Kurt Hofmeier guy who broke into Facility Five and Facility Eleven.” Kappa 1 was rather surprised to find this specific anthro, “Really? How did a little bitch like this manage to pull that off? He looks like he weighs no more than one hundred and twenty-five pounds.” Zeta 1 chuckled as he pushed the fox down until his muzzled face was in the dirt, “Damn straight. This bitch is fucking sorry. Just look at this motherfucker. He’s more pathetic than that wolf.” Kappa 1 was curious, “What do you think One wants to do with him?” Zeta 1 replied after a bit of thought, “I dunno. This fucker does look unique, though. He’s a red fox, but all the fur that would be red is black. This is a rather rare color pattern for a red fox. Most black red foxes are completely black, but this bitch has got white fur on him where the regular ones do.” Zeta 1 grabbed Arcades’ shoulders, and he forced the fox to kneel straight up. The human looked down until his eyes met with Arcades’ restrained genitalia, “The white fur goes just about to his dick. Glad those guys already caged it up. Foxes don’t deserve to use those anyways.”
Kappa 1 felt the fur on the fox’s back, “His fur’s soft.” Zeta 1 nodded, “Well, One would probably appreciate that. Imagine this bitch becoming a green-tiered anthro. He’d fetch a hefty price.” The humans turned around to see the rest of Tau-Gamma standing in front of them. Zeta 1 spoke to the other ISG unit, “You guys have done your job. We’ll take it from here. The Foundation will remember your efforts.” Without any further words, ISG Tau-Gamma boarded their BAE Caiman trucks, and they drove off while leaving Arcades with Zeta-Kappa. After the ambient noise generated by the vehicle engines was gone, Zeta 1 brought his attention to the fox, for he could hear that Arcades was crying. Zeta 1 grinned as he twisted the clamps that were on Arcades’ nipples, causing more pain to the fox, “You better fucking stay quiet, son of a bitch. You foxes are fucking pathetic. Pieces of shit. Eat shit and get fucked, bitch!” Zeta 1 grabbed the back of Arcades’ head, and he pushed it into the ground again.
Kappa 4 approached his unit leader, and he handed a leash to Kappa 1. Kappa 1 used the latch on the leash to attach it to the collar Arcades was wearing, and he handed the leash to Zeta 1 when he was finished, “He’s all yours.” Zeta 1 took the leash, wrapped it around his hand, and he yanked it to see what Arcades would do. The fox only jumped forwards a bit before his face landed on the ground again since he could not break his fall by the use of his hands. Zeta 1 shook his head in disappointment, “You motherfuckers are so stupid, you know that, right? You stupid motherfucking bitch. Get your ass up, and get in this fucking plane already! We don’t have time to listen to your fucking crying! Come on, let’s go!” Zeta 1 continued to yank at the leash, but Arcades was not standing up. Zeta 1 looked at the fox’s behind, and he could see that there was indeed something occupying Arcades’ anal cavity. Zeta 1 wanted to insert something into the fox’s anal cavity to punish him, but he realized that he would not be able to remove the buttplug since the Tau unit had run a chain between the fox’s buttocks to prevent the device from falling out.
Zeta 1 asked his unit, “Hey, do we even have the keys to those cuffs and chains?” Kappa 1 looked around at the other members of the ISG unit, and it was clear that none of them were in possession of the keys. Kappa 1 spoke, “I don’t think we do, actually.” Zeta 1 looked at the BOA locksets that were locked around Arcades’ wrists and ankles, “How the fuck are we supposed to unlock these, then?” Kappa 1 shrugged, “Dunno. Why would you ever consider giving a fox freedom?” Zeta 1 watched as Arcades was slowly trying to stand up, so the human gave Arcades a good shove to knock him back to the ground once more, “You’re right. These fucking foxes don’t deserve any better.” When Arcades landed on the ground once more, his crying was now somehow more audible than it was before. Despite the fact that Arcades was muzzled and gagged, his cries were still noticeably heard by the ISG unit. Zeta 1 was impatient and used considerable force as he kicked Arcades in the back of the head, “Oh, just SHUT THE FUCK UP already! You fucking son of a bitch, fox! Get fucked, asshole! Motherfucker…” Arcades’ crying immediately stopped upon getting kicked, and the fox was no longer responsive.
Kappa 1 looked over Arcades’ fur, which was now covered in dirt, “You knocked the bitch out, it looks like. Come on, let’s stop fucking around and get this bitch in the plane already. One wants him alive, remember? Also, we should probably call up those guys who just left so we can get those keys. One ain’t gonna be happy if this fox’s stuck like this forever.” Kappa 2 and Kappa 3 picked the unconscious and bound fox off of the ground, and they were easily able to carry him up the steps. Kappa 2 commented on the weight of the fox, “Damn, this bitch is fucking light. Yeah, he’s gotta weigh no more than one hundred and twenty-five.” Kappa 1 watched as the ISG members carried Arcades inside of the plane, “In all honesty, what do you think is gonna happen to him?” Zeta 1 looked to Kappa 1, “You're kidding me? He’s a red fox. That bitch is gonna get fucked big time.” Zeta 1 began to walk towards the plane, and the rest of the Zeta unit followed suit. Kappa 4 looked at Kappa 1 before al
so proceeding to follow the rest of Zeta 1’s unit. Kappa 1 decided that it was time to get moving.
Chapter 8
Reprisal
“So, what I’m hearing is that Kurt’s got himself into a bit of a situation?” The Prince of Sealand spoke as Bocchino was pacing back and forth in the room. The cat nodded as he still continued to pace, “Yeah, there’s no telling where he is, and he’s the one who knew the most about Omega besides Jim.” The Prince spent a moment scratching his head, “I mean, I’m not really sure what I can do for you lads. At least at this point.” Bocchino spoke to the human again, “We need to get our two helicopters and two cars back to the US. Any idea how we can get a boat to take all of that?” The Prince perked up a small smile, “Sea travel? Why didn’t you just say so? From all my time on the water, I’ve come to know a few people who can help you out with that. I understand that money is something that is a bit of a problem right now given the recent situation, but I think I can direct you to someone who can do it for cheap enough.”
Bocchino replied when the Prince spoke about money, “It’s not really my money that I’m spending.” The Prince raised his eyebrows a bit, “Oh really? Whose money is it, then?” The cat displayed a bit of a guilty look on his face, “It’s Kurt’s money more or less.” The Prince sighed, “Quite unfortunate you’d have to get to such a point.” Bocchino redirected the subject elsewhere, “So, uh -- We currently plan on going back to this one Omega place that Kurt found out. It was the first one he broke into. As far as I know, Kurt found out about the Omega compounds with the help of the internet. Well, at least the first two. Jim knew where the third compound was. Do you maybe think you would be able to find out the locations of a few other Omega compounds?” The Prince shrugged, “I dunno. Think about the Omega Foundation on a larger scale: Obviously, they’ve plenty of resources to do the kinds of things they’ve been doing. Which means they definitely have the resources to cover up information that could be leaked online.”
