by Bella Juarez
“Turn around and get that ass up,” Joe ordered.
Lexi turned around as commanded. He moved closer behind her and rubbed his rock hard cock against her slit. Dipping two fingers into her sopping pussy, he lubed her ass.
“Oh…” she started.
“Oh yeah, sexy, shaking that ass all over me gave me all kinds of ideas.” Joe pushed the head of his cock inside her sphincter.
Joe slowly slid his dick inside her ass. It helped that the condom he wore was prelubed. He pushed slowly until he was all the way inside her ass. He felt Lexi relax as he started a slow rhythm. He reached around and started playing with her clit. He heard Lexi’s carnal moan as she started pushing back. He increased his thrusts and his pressure on Lexi’s clit. He felt her clench once more as she screamed. He couldn’t hold out any more and showed her no mercy as he slammed into ass her and came again.
Joe was exhausted. He relaxed against the pillows and drifted off to sleep. Lexi was lying next to him, also sleeping. It seemed as if he’d just shut his eyes and let soft velvet blackness envelop him when suddenly he felt a sting under his arm. He was so tired that he simply brushed it away.
“Damn bugs!” Joe muttered.
Joe turned and reached out for Lexi and found her gone. He opened one eye and tried to focus. For some reason, he was having a hard time opening his eyes and moving. It was an awkward and scary feeling not being able to move so Joe started to struggle. What the hell is going on? Joe was starting to have difficulty breathing. He thought maybe he was having a panic attack. He tried to talk but couldn’t get anything out. Was he allergic to what had bitten him?
Joe had to get out of there and get some help, but he couldn’t move. Where the hell was Lexi? Joe felt himself being lifted. He was having hell opening his eyes or trying to speak, but he could hear and his mind was working.
“Get him to the pier,” Joe heard a man say.
Where the hell had this guy come from? Someone was carrying him outside and he could distinctly hear people around him partying. In this atmosphere he probably looked like someone who had just overindulged and was being helped along by some friends. He wanted to call out for help, but it was no use. He figured they’d leave him on the beach. Joe couldn’t move because the drug had taken its full effect and his body was shutting down. He wanted to scream when he was unceremoniously dumped into the backseat of a Jeep. Where the hell are they taking me!
“We’re lucky he didn’t go down to Fort Sam instead.” One of the men chuckled.
“Yeah, he could’ve gotten laid there instead.” The other snorted.
“Next stop San Antonio. We’ve got one more to deal with,” the first man said.
Just breathe…He reminded himself. This was an awful experience. He was fully aware of what was happening around him and what was being said he could process, but he was helpless to do anything about it. Something one of men the said struck him. Fort Sam? How did they know about Fort Sam? Contracts? I was right! Joe thought about the events over the last week as he was being taken to his unknown destination.
Soon enough Joe discovered his destination as they carried him to a lonely private pier. He felt the water surround him as his mind wrapped around and understood what was happening. He was going to die. Funny, whatever they gave him seemed to relax him. He briefly fought the invasion of the water into his lungs but knew there was nothing he could do.
Chapter 3
Schertz, Texas
1436 Lone Star Boulevard
July 24, 2008/0400 Zulu
The computer screen glowed against the rain-cooled night, unusual for San Antonio, Texas, at this time of year. Esteban Ramirez-Merles stared at the screen and connected a flash drive to a computer. The server he’d hacked into had been challenging, but this virus outbreak would be too easy and not his style. He’d been told this was just a test run. He looked over the e-mail list one more time and frowned. This wasn’t the way he liked doing things because the attack was too easy and leaving too many bread crumbs.
This attack was very specific in nature and that was the danger. Just so he could make this attack look random, he grabbed several other addresses off the e-mail server making it look more like a hit-and-miss outbreak. The fake e-mail he was sending was pretty corny, too, but Esteban didn’t change what had been written. The virus had been planted within the e-mail and it would not let the user delete it until they opened the message, launching the virus. He recalled the laptop he’d been brought and remembered there was one email in particular that was being targeted.
He shrugged as the virus-riddled e-mail was gone in an instant. Esteban shook his head. It would be caught instantaneously, but apparently that was the plan. It would simply reside on the host computer and feed them information. He’d orchestrated a similar hack that had been caught quickly. But the backdoor he’d opened to the servers was still in effect and feeding his bosses information. It had been almost three years since he’d accomplished that hack in Virginia. This new boss wanted to test the technicians that were working on a different military base. How would they stop this attack? And were they vulnerable? These two new bosses thought too much and acted too little. Minister Bakri was getting careless.
“Tontos!” he spat out with disgust.
Esteban’s primary bosses told him to create this backdoor so they always had a way in and access to information that could prove useful. He would seal his place in M-22. The more computers that this server was connected to, the more the virus would spread and even more backdoors would be opened. He shut down the computer and walked out into the darkness. Esteban froze in an instant. Growing up in the slums of Mexico, his senses had been sharpened. Someone was watching him. Turning slightly, his beady brown eyes scanned the yard in the suburban neighborhood. Technology had become his obsession and his ticket out of the ciudades perdidas, or slums, of Mexico City. In order to survive he’d turned to a life of crime. He’d excelled at technology and all it had to offer.
Hearing nothing but a couple of barking dogs in the distance, he resumed his walk toward the house.
Esteban never heard the shot that killed him.
Chapter 4
Randolph Air Force Base, Texas
Building 1534, East Runway Hangar
July 25, 2008/1205 Zulu
Anna stepped out of her car on a humid Texas morning and felt as if she could barely breathe. It was early morning in mid-July and already it was eighty degrees with ninety-five percent relative humidity. She felt as if she’d just stepped into a sauna. The powers that be had just parked her computer group in a converted hangar because of its high security. This branch of the 1427th Communications Group shared the building with a newly created Navy outfit stationed, of all places, on an Air Force base in San Antonio, Texas. Anna stepped into the newly renovated entryway as her BlackBerry buzzed. Pulling it out, she noticed she had some mail, meaning a support ticket had already been generated.
Anna groaned. She’d been on call all week and was ready to be done with all the late calls and constant interruptions. She continued reading and walking. As she made the sharp right to her office she came to an unexpected and sudden stop, her BlackBerry flew out of her hand and landed in pieces on the hard hangar floor. For a second she thought she’d run into the cinder block wall that held up the building.
Anna paused a moment as something staring at her caught her attention. It was the oddest thing she’d ever seen. It was a gold emblem of an eagle holding a trident and a gun on an anchor. She blinked and realized what she was staring at was pinned onto a very solid khaki chest. She looked up into a set of surprised emerald-green eyes and noticed something else. Eagles on his collar.
The Air Force doesn’t wear khaki. But the Navy does! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! In a humiliating split second, Anna realized she’d run into the commanding officer of the Navy unit who shared her building. The man walking next to him looked up suddenly.
“Oh! My goodness, Captain, I–I–I’m so sorry. I wasn’t
paying attention to where I–I–I was going,” Anna stammered.
The captain said nothing and they stood staring at each other for a moment. His surprise gave way to what seemed like annoyance as he backed away and handed his cup to the man beside him. The captain bent to pick up the BlackBerry pieces on the floor. Anna knelt immediately as well and reached for the pieces of her phone nearest to her. He was quicker and had picked them up before she could. He handed her the phone, its pieces, and her battery.
“It’s okay, he saved the coffee.” The man holding the cup winked at her as he handed the cup back to the captain.
“Are you okay, sir? I–I–I mean, you didn’t get burned or anything…” Anna started.
“I’m fine,” the captain said.
“Are you hurt?” the other man asked, nodding at Anna.
“Nothing hurt but my pride,” Anna said with an awkward smile as she tried to clumsily assemble her phone.
The captain handed the other man his cup again and took the pieces from Anna’s hands. He quickly assembled the phone and handed it back to her. Her hands slightly shook as she took the phone and almost dropped it again. He was staring at her and it was making Anna very uncomfortable.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” the captain asked as he took his coffee cup.
“Yes, sir,” Anna said, looking down at her phone as it powered back on.
“Where do you work, ma’am?” the other man asked.
“I’m in the IT section down the hallway,” Anna answered.
“Master Chief Will McGuire, ma’am, and this brick wall is Captain J.T. O’Malley,” Master Chief said, nodding toward the captain.
“Nice to meet you, Master Chief McGuire, Captain O’Malley, sir,” Anna said.
“And you are?” the captain asked.
“Anna Santiago,” Anna replied awkwardly.
“Well, Anna, it was nice running into you. They call me Mac and they call him Rock.”
“Let’s go Mac, we’ve got a lot to do,” Captain O’Malley said.
“Excuse us. Nice to finally meet some of the neighbors, Anna,” Mac said.
Anna smiled and gladly made her exit. She continued to walk down the long, empty hallway toward her IT shop. She got to her desk and looked at her buzzing BlackBerry. Another call from Manpower. With the shock the phone had just taken, it was a miracle it even worked. She briefly thought about her encounter with the captain and master chief as she grabbed a trouble ticket sheet from the basket and returned the call that she’d received earlier.
“Hello, this is the IT trouble desk, we’re returning your call. How can I help you?” Anna asked.
The lady on the other end of the phone went on about her computer not starting up and when it finally did, she just had her antivirus program on the screen and it would not let her do anything else. It was impossible to work and some mission critical reports simply had to be out, blah, blah, blah…Anna rolled her eyes as she listened to the chronic complaining. Yeah, yeah, everyone is mission critical and everyone works for the most important organization on this base, and everyone wants their stuff working yesterday.
Anna busied herself writing up the trouble ticket and gathering other messages and assigning trouble tickets so everyone had something to do when they came in for the day. Her silence was broken when the administrative assistant came in singing.
“Hi, Ann,” the young girl said cheerily.
Anna was instantly annoyed. Anna not Ann, you dingbat! “Good morning, Beth, whatta you know?” Anna asked, making small talk.
Anna regretted the question right after it was out of her mouth. It was just the entrance the nosy little gossip needed.
“Well, do you know who has moved into the command offices in the front of the building?” Beth asked excitedly
“I know it’s a Navy outfit. But other than that I don’t know much else,” Anna replied, intentionally avoiding this morning’s encounter.
“Do you know what they do? I heard they’re, you know, they’re not here—if you know what I mean,” Beth said with a knowing smile.
Anna rolled her eyes away from Beth. Everyone knows they’re here. They have a sign and a guy who checks them all in next to the front door!
“Well, if it’s a secret, I’m sure we shouldn’t be talking about it,” Anna said as she studied the trouble ticket she was working on. Avoid eye contact because she’ll never stop if you look at her.
Anna got up from her desk and walked to the trouble board at the back of the room and started posting and assigning calls to different personnel. Beth got up from her chair and followed Anna around the room like an annoying fly that could not be shooed away.
“They’re special ops. And you know what Navy Special Ops is right? SEALs! The rumor is that they’re a new antiterror group being established here and these guys are the teams setting stuff up,” Beth said.
Anna briefly wished she’d never agreed to take this job and said nothing as she ignored Beth, hoping she would take the hint and go away.
“The name of the group is Special Warfare Group 5. I researched it on the Internet…Did you know as of yet there is no such group? At least on the Internet there is no Special Warfare Group Five, that is. Anyway, have you seen some of those guys coming out of that office? Wow!” Beth said and then switched subjects like an ADHD puppy.
No shit? Did the big sign over the door with their group logo on it saying Special Warfare Group Five give it away? Got time for guy watching and research on the Internet, but not work? “Beth, I really haven’t noticed because I’ve been busy, doing my work.” Anna gathered her trouble ticket for the Manpower office.
“That captain coming in and out of the hangar is hot.”
Beth continued babbling so Anna tuned her out but finally interrupted the annoying noise as she started to leave.
“Beth, I’ve logged all the trouble calls and assigned the tickets, I’ve also updated the job board. Let Matt know there’s an outage at the Directorate of Maintenance’s PA office. I’m on my way to Manpower,” Anna said.
“Oh? What’s wrong?”
“I won’t know until I get there.”
Anna walked out the door and down the hall to the front entrance. She glanced through the glass doors of the new special warfare group commander’s office. The captain she’d bumped into earlier was standing next to the front desk, reading something from a folder.
* * * *
Captain O’Malley saw Anna walk out the door through the corner of his eye. She’s such a klutzy geek!
He smiled to himself as he recalled what happened this morning. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her but it was the first time they’d spoken. He noticed her coming and going since her group had been relocated here. She was one of the few women in this hangar. There were some younger and prettier, but he always noticed her. He could’ve been a part of the wall for all she’d known because she always seemed as if she were on a mission.
O’Malley focused, putting the whole incident aside as he shut the folder and spoke to the yeoman at the desk.
“Steve, I’m sending a classified message to Coronado, responding to that,” Captain O’Malley said.
“I could give it to JG Harman, sir.”
“Shaq is gone until Monday. I’ll answer it myself.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll get back to you. I’ve got to think about this one a minute. I’ll get you a draft, and you get it ready to send off. I want to approve it before it goes, understood?”
“Aye, Captain.” The yeoman took the folder and locked it in a special drawer in his desk.
Jack O’Malley walked into his office and sat behind his massive desk. As he looked at the computer screen, he saw ten new e-mails. Jack picked up his recently refreshed cup of coffee and looked at the small stain on his shirt. He chuckled lowly as he thought about how he got the stain. Anna Santiago. He could still smell her perfume.
Anna…
It was funny that he would remember
that name. Anna was short, with brown hair that she pulled up, and large brown eyes hiding behind glasses. She was purely average and dressed to cover herself, not to be noticed. He wondered briefly if she were married. He quickly decided she wasn’t his type even though she was probably closer to him in age. Jack collected young blondes. Putting Anna out of his mind, he turned to his computer keyboard and started to bang out the message he wanted his admin to send out.
Mac and the group’s executive officer, Commander Rafe “Whiskey” Wilson, walked in and took seats. At this point it was up to Rafe to ensure the new special warfare group moved into their new home seamlessly. Rafe had a talent for logistics. Jack had worked with him on several missions and appreciated the way Rafe could organize what seemed like total chaos in just a matter of minutes.
“Have a seat, Mac, Whiskey,” Jack remarked sarcastically.
“Thank you, Captain, I think I will,” Mac replied.
“We’ve got a problem, Rock. You know that shipment we’re expecting today?” Commander Wilson asked,
Jack sat back in his chair and took a sip from his coffee cup. “Yes?”
“I’ve been told we’ll have to reroute to San Antonio International. We don’t have time for this, Rock. I got a shitload of stuff to do before the admiral gets here for inspection. So far, I’m ahead of schedule and I can’t afford to slip that schedule, Captain,” Rafe said, clearly annoyed at the potential interruption in his time table.
“I don’t understand the problem. We have an airstrip right here—right outside the door. And, I know it’s certified for C-130s because we’ve been landing them since we got here. What happened?” Jack asked.
“Now that’s exactly what I asked Colonel Spivey,” Mac said, crossing his legs getting more comfortable.
“Who?” Jack asked.
Mac and Rafe burst out laughing. Jack took a patient sip of his cooling coffee. He was tired and hated working behind a desk. Unfortunately, this was his life now. He watched as Rafe and Mac laughed themselves silly and finally let out an exasperated sigh.
