Trent asked, “So how bad are you missing home?”
“How did you know? Just kidding. Pretty bad, I guess, my family is pretty important to me, as you know.”
Trent nodded and said, “I do know that. I also know that you’ve never really left home for any period of time before this move. I just want to say that I’m honored that you would take that step with me.”
“Awe, you’re so cheesy and I love it. And of course, I couldn’t pick a better person to do this with. I think I miss my dad the most but I really miss Victoria more than I thought I would.”
Trent said, “Naturally. That’s your little sis. You two have probably been through thick and thin and back again a million times. You two share more than just blood. There aren’t many relationships like that that you aren’t going to miss.”
“That’s true. I guess sometimes I focus on rough times we had and forget how great she really is. I also miss Bo and Tara. They keep texting me nonstop and it’s almost too much just to keep up with them.”
Trent said, “Oh really, what’s going on in their lives that’s so important?”
Whitney laughed. “That’s just it. They don’t have anything to say except to complain about little issues with their boyfriends. I think they are suffering from separation anxiety issues. They love me, what can I say.”
Trent said, “Welp, I can’t blame them one bit. Looks like we’re up. I hope you’re not scared because here we go.”
They slid into the bench seat and the padded safety bar dropped over their chests. Whitney’s heart started to thump as the ride slowly moved forward. The coaster started by traversing a steep incline and Whitney’s palms started to sweat as the ratcheting sounds of the ride filled her ears.
Whitney and Trent sat in the third car from the front as they neared the top. Whitney looked over the glowing rainbow-colored lights of the park and inhaled the aroma of funnel cake and powdered sugar. A smile appeared on her bright red lips as the car tilted forward and began a sharp freefall.
Whitney dug her fingers into the plastic protection around the safety harness and felt the wind breeze through her hair. The coaster went through two loops and Whitney thought they were going to fall out when they were upside down. She enjoyed the perfect getaway as the coaster rolled into the starting gate.
The couple got off the ride and decided to head home for the night. They went to the parking lot but couldn’t find their car. They finally spotted it all alone in the corner of the lot. They made it to the vehicle and Trent pulled her in for a kiss.
Whitney was already horny and she reached out and massaged his manhood through his pants. She could feel him getting aroused and unbuckled his belt as they continued making out. Whitney could feel the fire slowly building inside as she pulled him over the front of the car.
Trent tore her shorts and panties down to her knees and pushed his garments down to his ankles. He sat Whitney on the hood and looked around to make sure no one was around. Whitney reached out and gently stroked his penis as she slowly pulled him in. He pushed up Whitney’s legs, fully removed her shorts and panties, and threw them on the hood.
She was radiating heat when Trent entered her and started pounding away. The couple knew time was of the essence so Trent didn’t waste any of it. Whitney had never had sex on the hood of a car and she sat up and planted a series of wet kisses on Trent’s neck as he continued with his precise and powerful strokes.
Whitney ran her fingers up Trent’s arm and dug her nails into both of his triceps. She didn’t realize she almost broke the skin as Trent spurted his hot liquid love inside her. She quaked as he pulled out and she lay back on the hood. Whitney grabbed her shorts and panties and she heard some people clapping.
“Way to go man. Thanks for the show,” someone screamed from the dark distance.
Whitney was only a little embarrassed as she hurriedly got dressed again. A smile came over her face as they jumped into the car to go home. The fact that they had been caught in public only made the sex that much hotter to Whitney. After years of abstinence, she was really coming out of her sexual shell now.
She trusted Trent with her body and knew he would never do anything to disrespect her. She loved him with all her heart which made the sex even better. She could get turned on just from smelling Trent’s cologne in the air. Whitney had always been protective of her body even with ex-boyfriends, but she completely surrendered her love to Trent.
4
Whitney and Trent sat in the office trying to match the international names from the shady meetings to the original dossier. She was writing the names on a piece of paper to make sure that it couldn’t be found on any database or server. They knew they had to be careful in handling this case.
Whitney wrote on the paper, ‘A Person 3-Emiliano Hertzoff’. They had found out that this man had been close to the Supreme Leader of Starvary. Five men from the dossier had been identified and the veracity of the document was becoming more cemented by the day.
Whitney was extremely disturbed by the information she had been uncovering and was starting to worry it was outside her experience level. With the President stacking the deck to keep himself insulated, she wondered if anyone could get to him.
“You ready to go get some lunch?” Trent asked.
“I am starving. What do you want to get?”
They got up and started walking down the hallway as they continued the conversation.
“There’s a cool burger place called Costa’s that Udanowitz told me about. It’s only like ten minutes from here,” Trent suggested.
“I probably won’t eat a burger, but it sounds like a plan.”
Whitney looked ahead at an odd sight in front of the Chief’s office. President Alan Gergen was coming out of the room and into the hallway followed by the Chief.
The President said, “Don’t forget what we talked about. You don’t want to let me down there, Chief.” Alan Gergen play-punched the Chief in the stomach. “Good day, friend.”
Kind of strange to see the President use a party or locker room fake punch in the offices of the Bureau. He shouldn’t even be here from what I know.
The President walked off in the other direction as Whitney and Trent approached the Chief.
“What’s going on here? Something must be pretty damn important for him to come here,” Trent said.
“I’d rather not speak on it right now. I had to take the meeting; he’s the President, but we are supposed to be an independent department. I hope there weren’t too many agents that saw that. The leader of our country should not be doing that, completely inappropriate,” the Chief said.
The Chief’s face was bright red and he seemed to be seething with anger. Whitney had never seen him this fired up before. The normally easygoing and sociable man excused himself and slammed the door to his office.
“This gets stranger by the moment.”
“Sure does. If the Chief is the only guy in a high position that the President didn’t put there himself, that meeting might have been full of some useful hints on what should be investigated right now. I have a feeling he didn’t suggest to press further on what we are working on,” Trent said.
“This is insanity. We should stop talking about this until we are back in the office.”
“Agreed, Agent Powers,” Trent said with a slick smile and they went to lunch.
They enjoyed a great meal and waited as the server arrived with the check.
The young lady said, “Here is the check and that guy at that table right over there…” She pointed at an empty table. “Huh, he must’ve just got up, but I swear there was someone at that table that asked me to give you this.” The woman placed a triangular folded piece of paper on top of the bill.
“Thank you very much.”
“Thanks for everything,” Trent added as the nodding server scurried off to another table.
Whitney carefully opened the piece of paper and started reading.
Our friend with wings mus
t see you again,
Don’t ask why or where but only when,
The time is now to seek the field,
More information you must yield,
Get in the car and do not stress,
I’ve already loaded the GPS.
Whitney and Trent went to the car and followed the directions to a deserted road with a field of wild grass past it. Whitney didn’t see anyone around. They got out and walked through the knee-high green field. She kept checking the cloudy sky for a sign of her friend but only a growling sound from ahead greeted her.
She didn’t see anything moving around in the high grass and grabbed onto Trent’s arm. The rabid tones made her skin crawl as the couple backed away in silence. Whitney almost fell from being terrified and trying to backpedal in the thick grass.
Whitney felt like her heart was going to jump from her chest as an enormous beast sprang from the verdant blades.
Trent pushed Whitney behind his back and screamed, “Run.”
Whitney started to scramble in the other direction until she heard Trent say, “You son of a gun. I oughta whoop your ass for scaring us like that. Hey, hold up.”
Whitney turned around to see her golden friend, Darominius.
The dragon shifter said, “I have to have a little fun every once in a while.” He looked down at the ground for a moment. “Alright I will be serious now.”
Whitney watched as the human slowly morphed into a dragon right before her eyes. His body started expanding in all directions as a long tail sprouted and wings extended from the middle of his back. Rows of shingled oval pieces of armor assembled over his body in a horizontal pattern from top to bottom. She watched as his gorgeous face slipped away and was replaced with lizard-like wrinkled skin. Long, silver whiskers sprouted from the tip of his chin and from both cheeks. The menacing dark eyes with molten-colored pupils stood out on the golden dragon.
Darominius signaled with his head for the couple to get on. Whitney broke out of the trance and climbed up onto the dragon’s back, near his shoulder and grabbed under the plated armor. She looked over at her fiancé as they rose into the air.
The sun jumped out from behind a cloud and the glare from the golden beast almost caused Whitney to go blind. They began to accelerate and Whitney’s head snapped back. She really dug her nails into the dragon’s soft, warm flesh as they descended. She started to feel dizzy and when she opened her eyes they had already landed.
Trent looked at her with wide eyes and Whitney wondered why they were on the tarmac of an airport. There was a plane ahead of them and another one coasting slowly along the runway.
The dragon spoke, “I must take leave to assist someone else in another dire situation. Remember, don’t get outside of a mile radius from where we are standing now. However, I do suggest you go in for a closer look. If it were me I would probably jump on that plane right there.” He signaled with his head toward a silver plane to the right.
The dragon lifted off and Trent and Whitney raced over to the silver aircraft. A red-carpeted staircase had been rolled out to board the plane and the two agents moved confidently toward the door. She looked at an empty cockpit to her left and a big, open cabin with a fancy table in the middle and chairs around it.
It was the strangest interior to a plane she had ever seen considering she had only ridden coach a few times. Two men sat at the table, the Vice President of Adoxia and one of the judges on the High Court. Whitney didn’t like the initial looks of this.
They moved behind the table toward the back of the small plane as more people started getting on. Two bearded men in foreign military uniforms walked up and shook the Vice President and Judge Ellerbee’s hands. Whitney recognized the military uniforms.
One of the men was King Raddman of Olodomo who had taken power of his country with a military coup and proclaimed himself King. The tall, pale man looked sinister with his narrow face, beady eyes and long, pointy nose. The country of Olodomo was widely understood to support state sanctioned terrorism and Adoxia had considered it an enemy for the past fifty years, which made the meeting even more inappropriate.
Whitney got an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach because no government officials of Olodomo were permitted in Adoxia. Olodomo was located in Europe.
The men all sat down at the table as the Vice President, Frank Mooney, started. “I want to welcome the King to our great country and we hope to start a great new, lasting relationship.” Frank spoke slowly like a polished politician, pausing to accentuate certain words.
The other man from Olodomo translated for the King. He relayed back in Adoxian, “The King appreciates this gesture and would like much of the same.”
The Vice President said, “Great. Now that we have that out of the way, we understand your time is valuable so we won’t waste any of it.” The translator interpreted as Mr. Mooney continued, “We are prepared to give you fifty billion in defense weapons but we will do this through the private sector. We don’t need our silly governments taking away from our hard-earned ventures.”
The translator waited for his superior’s response and said, “The King agrees again and wants to make sure his demands are met for the distribution of weapons. He didn’t receive assurances on the fighter jets and ICBMs.”
Whitney looked at Trent and commented, “Holy shitballs.”
Trent said, “Please say no, please say no. Don’t do this Mr. Vice President.”
Frank Mooney spoke in a soft tone, “We are willing to include those in the deal. Make sure this doesn’t get out anywhere. Do you have the good faith payment as promised?”
The translator waited for the King to answer. King Raddman nodded his head and the translator pulled a phone from his pocket.
The man spoke in Olodomon into the phone for less than a minute. He put the phone back in his pocket and said, “The payment should be arriving any moment.”
Trent said, “I can’t believe what we are seeing now. Coordinating with other countries to steal the election is one thing, but giving these kinds of military capabilities to a country of terrorists is bonkers. I mean absolutely insane.”
Whitney just stood in silence as another man in a military outfit walked in awkwardly with a black briefcase in one hand. He dropped the heavy sounding case on the table. The Vice President and High Judge leaned forward, looking like they were about to drool on the table as the man opened the case.
Whitney thought she would go blind from the intense gleam. She looked at the biggest diamonds she had ever seen in her life and got even angrier. Olodomo had claimed all the diamond mines for the King after his hostile takeover and seized all existing mining equipment, which had got it diplomatically exiled from over one hundred countries. The fascist state used slave labor practices to mine the fields and keep all the profits.
The High Judge, Raymund Ellerbee, finally said something. “So that’s what a billion dollars worth of diamonds looks like. I had always wondered.”
The King said something and laughed. The translator said, “The King says let them try to trace this money.”
The men from Adoxia shared in the humor. Whitney and Trent looked at each other in disbelief.
“I feel like we’ve been taking crazy pills since this whole thing started with the dossier. This stuff isn’t even in there. I mean, what else don’t we know about?”
“I would guess a whole hell of a lot. This has to be the worst thing that has ever happened to this country. Our elected officials are selling weapons to terrorists essentially. We’ve lost our moral compass as a country it sadly appears,” Trent commented.
The High Judge shuffled through some papers on the table. He said, “Here it is. These are the men who have accounts set up like we had talked about. Make certain these amounts go to each person please.”
The translator grabbed it and explained to the King. He interpreted back to the men from Adoxia. “He says just make sure the weapons arrive on time and the money will arrive on time.”
Tre
nt ran over to get behind the translator and read the names. He pulled out a pen and pad from his inside pocket and started to jot down the people listed.
Trent said, “There’s like twenty names here and almost all are from the Bull Party. It’s dated five days after the election win. Most of them are going to get at least a billion out of the deal. Talk about who wants to be an instant billionaire?”
Trent flipped the page on his little notebook and kept feverishly writing down names. He had to twist his body around to follow the list until the translator tucked it under a few other notes.
“I think I got almost all of them down. This runs deeper than I ever imagined,” Trent told her.
The men from Olodomo got up and shook hands with their new partners again before deplaning. As soon as the guard by the door gave them a thumbs- up signal, the Vice President and High Judge looked at each other and started laughing heartily.
The Vice President could barely contain himself and said, “That’s the easiest eight billion dollars I’ve ever made, how about you?”
Judge Ellerbee responded, “Easier than taking out wrapping paper garbage after Christmas. Woo hoo.”
The Vice President spoke in a more sober tone, “And to top it all off, we’ve got everyone we need in the sauce. We own those meatballs now. They get out of line, we’ve got this to hold over their heads. That was a great suggestion from Goldera; I don’t know why we are enemies with all these nice countries that want to give us diamonds.” He laughed and the judge joined him again.
Whitney thought she was going to be ill from all these disgusting actions. They hurried to get off the plane and looked around for Darominius. He was in human form and began changing back into a dragon when he spotted the couple.
Their winged friend took them back to the Capitol and they went to their car. Whitney’s hip started to buzz and she checked the text message.
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