Lions Without Duty

[JackHemingway]

Clad in a cutoff Navy sweatshirt and Hawaiian shorts, Brock Landers ran barefoot around the compound's inner perimeter as his dog tags bounced off his chest. The beachfront property, once known as the Anderson estate, was protected on three sides by walls, and palm trees were all over. The main house was a large L-shaped two-story building built in 1933 and was Spanish Colonial Revival, whatever that meant. There were five bedrooms, including the master bedroom, five full baths, and two half baths. A low-pitched clay tile roof topped it. The gorgeous second-floor balcony has wrought iron railings, arches on one side, and lava rock walls. There is a sizeable garage behind the driveway on the west side of the house.

He'd done little to change the place aside from a few tradecraft improvements. The main house held Brock's high-security office, a large living room, a spacious kitchen, an elegant dining room, a "servants wing," his dojo, a greenhouse, a computer security room, a library, a laundry room, and a sauna. An extensive wine cellar filled up most of the basement, along with a small arsenal. As he ran the path between the boathouse and the guesthouse, none of this was on his mind.

The former C.I.A. operative was bored and lonely though he's never admitted it. His crew he did scuba diving with, had borrowed his largest dive boat and a ton of gear and were looking for gold treasure off the coast of Mexico. His martial arts buddies were on the road to competing in various tournaments. His Navy mates had returned to their assignments or homes to be with their families. The house that so recently filled with friends and guests was now quiet.

It wasn't like he hadn't had fun the last six months, either. After a brutal training regimen at home and in Japan, he competed and won the Kumite in Hong Kong. After recovering in a "pleasure spa" in the Pacific islands, he went to Texas to see his family, rode the range, and made time for hunting and fishing with his brothers. Life was good, but it took a lot of work to come close to duplicating the rush once you operated behind enemy lines.

As he stared out the beautiful Pacific, he was jarred back to reality by the buzzer on the intercom box near the guest house entrance. He soon heard the trusted voice of one of his staffers assigned to the main gate. He hit the button and replied, "what's going on? I'm not expecting anyone for a few weeks, and I'm not interested in buying anything. Oh, and if it's a report, you can tell them to fuck off."

There was some background noise, and Brock heard the Texas drawl of Levi 'Outlaw' Allison. The older man had been a cowhand for decades, and when he wasn't riding the range, his specialty was guarding ranches and estates. "Boss, I wouldn't bother you for any of that bull crap, but have a right pretty lady here, and she ain't one of your regulars if you know what I mean. Oh, and she got my attention flashing a company card. She said she wanted to talk to you about Silent Falcon ."

Brock stepped back from the intercom and took a moment to unpack all that he heard. A company card was a semi-discrete way for someone to tell you they were the Central Intelligence Agency. Things like showing a piece of I.D., a government file, or even an actual C.I.A. business card. Silent Falcon was a blast from the past and was a vital element of a joint Navy C.I.A. operation in Northern Vietnam. His boat crew had been selected for the operation since they'd already conducted operations in the area.

Well, you must be careful what you wish for when you complain about things being too quiet. That's how the C.I.A. ends up at your door. Brock clicked the button on the intercom and replied, "show her in and put her in the courtyard. Please give her a drink and anything else she needs. I'll be over shortly."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi Banner

The ruined temple stood on bank of a small tributary which flowed lazily to the White Nile river. To reach this temple, Codi had hiked through the jungles of the Bandingilo National Park, in South Sudan. The jungle and the country’s civil war had made that no easy task, but what she had to do next was far worse.

She had found some high ground and was in a prone position among the jungle’s tall yellow grasses. Through the scope of her custom 50 cal “noiseless” barrett sniper rifle she saw the two Chinese Mi-3 attack helicopters and the numerous Chinese soldiers walking around the temple.

“Another suicide mission” she grumbled to herself. She had been ordered to investigate why the Chinese were setting up a base near this temple. If the investigation showed the base threatened the stability of the area, terminate the problem. All of course in secret, with no trace back to the US.

Codi had done her homework on the D-3 flight over. South Sudan’s only true income was from oil. China National Petroleum Corporation (CNPC) was a major investor in that oil and provided technical assistance for drilling and transport. The attack helicopters and soldiers might be from the Chinese government, or they might be mercenaries hired by CNPC.

She had watched their operations for a week now. The bottomline was these people were up to no good. This secret base was for seeded trouble and civil war in the neighboring states. Plenty of ethnic hatred in Africa, it was easy to start civil wars. Why the CNPC wanted to start wars… she had no idea. Maybe to lower the cost of the things they wanted to buy in this region. Wars had a way of driving away other investors.

She pulled her eye away from the scope and adjusted her weapon. The “Ultimate expression of a high-powered small arm.” The manual had stated. The rifle was designed to be a versatile. It used caseless ammunition technology to help reduce the recoil and noise. It featured an expensive sight as an aiming aid. With the right ammo, she could set a "hot" round to “explode” a gas tank, a very handy feature.

She put her eye back up to the scope when she felt a pistol pressed to the back of her head.

“Your dead if you move” a man said in a Chinese accent. Codi did not move.

“Get up” The man said.

“I thought you said not to move” Codi replied... but the humor was lost on the man.

“Now” He ordered. Codi got up slowly and turned to face the man. He was dressed like one of the soldiers she had seen surrounding the temple. Codi looked very different. She had on her capri khaki cargo pants with lots of pockets and some stretched suspenders, a white shirt with the top several buttons undone to show off her amazing cleavage, a safari hat that allowed her flowing blonde hair to spill down her shapely figure, her trade mark round glasses, a hand gun strapped on her right thigh, and a combat knife on her belt.

“Put your weapons on the ground” The man ordered. Codi bit her lip as she thought about her situation. “Damn it,” she thought. “I should have been more careful!!” She dropped her knife and hand gun on the ground. She got angrier and angrier with herself, she did not like to fail, and it sure looked like she was going too.

“Done” She informed the man.

“What are you hiding under that shirt?” the man asked.

“Nothing” Codi replied.

“Too big” Man said pointing at her chest and hiding spots under her chest.

“I got big tits… I’m not hiding anything under my shirt” Codi replied getting angrier.

“Take shirt off… show me” the man ordered in broken english.

“Pervert” Codi grumbled as she undid more buttons on he shirt. But the unusual request gave her an idea. Her suspenders were stretched over her massive tits. The straps were under some nice tension, if she released them from her belt, they would fly out in front of her with significant force. She just hoped they were long enough to reach the man pointing the gun. She reached the last button on her shirt. The man leaned forward to see what was under her shirt. She released the suspender clips.

Both straps snapped forward, one struck the man’s gun, corrupting his aim, and the other slapped the side of his face. It was enough of an opening that allowed Codi to strike. Her right hand grabbed the hand gun to ensure it would not re-point at her. Her left hand punched the man’s nose with her open palm. The blow broke his nose and blood sprayed out.

The man was stunned for a second, but recovered. He reached for his combat knife. Codi however was faster. Her knee rammed into his crotch, followed by her body twisting around the hand holding the gun. With her back to the man, she used a powerful elbow to his face to knocked him to the ground. This move also resulted in her being in sole possession of the gun. She pointed the gun at the man.

“Don’t move” She ordered.

He did not follow her orders. He yelled something in Chinese at the top of his lungs. Codi pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. He fell to the ground quite dead.

“Asshole” She said as she returned to her sniper rifle. A quick look through the scope told her what she already knew. The Chinese soldiers were grabbing their guns and getting ready to find out why someone had yelled in the jungle.

“This will not be pretty” Codi said as she aimed her rifle at the gas tank of the first Mi-3 helicopter. The sniper round entered the gas tank and the helicopter blew up. She aimed at the second helicopter and got the same results. It was like she had kicked dirt into an ant’s nest. There were soldiers running around everywhere.

She aimed her third round at the generator gas tank near the ruined temple entrance. The result was a much larger explosion and the collapse of the temple entrance.

“Mission complete” She said as she grabbed her equipment and weapons and disappeared into the jungle.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Three days later

“THIS WAS A SHITSHOW IN A DUMPSTER FIRE!!” Brigadier General Gold yelled as he waved around the after-action report (AAR) Codi had written. He ended his statement by slamming the report on the table in front of Codi.

“Don’t sugar coat it, Sir. Tell me what you really think!” Codi replied softly.

“DON’T JOKE WITH ME COMMANDER!!” He yelled back. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF THE CNPC FIGURES OUT THE US DID THIS!! WORLD WAR III… !!! THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS!!!” He screamed. He turned his back on her, trying to get a hold of himself. It took over a minute. In the mean time, Commander Codi just sat still and waited. General Gold turned back around.

“I’m pulling you from field work and put you behind a desk to ROT for this stupidity” He said pointing to the AAR again. “The CIA is about being covert, not blowing SHIT UP.” He said to her.

“I have a 100% mission success rate!” Codi countered

“Until you don’t. You take too many risks!!” He countered.

“That rich! I’ll quit before I sit behind a desk” Codi commented in disgust.

“Great! That is what I was hoping you’d say! Stay here, I’ll get someone to escort out of the building. OH, AND DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING ON MY DESK!” General Gold warned Codi.

He stormed out of his office.

“Well, I fuck, I fell into that trap. Damn it! I need to learn to keep my mouth shut!” Codi said to herself. This was a huge blow. She loved working for the CIA. She had no idea what she was going to do next. She glanced at the general’s desk, it was very neat and tidy. He was organized, she gave him that. He had three wooden boxes on his desk, labeled input, output and recirculate. Input was papers he needed to get to, output was completed and recirculate was items he was still thinking about.

In the output box was a mission folder stamped “Rejected” and in the general’s own handwriting were the words “too high risk” and he double underlined the words.

Codi got an idea. She grabbed the folder and quickly took photos of its contents with her spy camera. Then she placed the folder back in the box. She took the camera, which was the size of a AA battery and swallowed it.

“I hope the camera does not cause cancer.” She joked. Then the general and two CIA aides walked in. One was holding a tray.

“Put all CIA equipment in the tray and get completely undressed. I’ve told these two” General Gold pointed to the aides. “to check everywhere! And I mean EVERYWHERE”

“I usually like drink and some small talk before I’m felt up!” Codi replied.

“NOW” the general said seriously

“Pervert” she said back as she reluctantly complied.

Meeting Brock Landers

Most CIA agent know very few other operatives. This is for everyone’s safety. But Codi and several other agents knew about Brock Landers. He was kind of legend. One of the best operatives. Brock Landers was an ex-Navy Seal and had done missions in Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, and even Southern China. He had the skills she needed and he was retired.

“Follow me” The staffer instructed her in a Texas accent. Codi glanced at the expensive and expansive estate. The place was nice, and comfortable. It did not scream power and money. But she knew it took money to make it not scream that. The staffer brought her to a nice courtyard that look toward the Pacific Ocean and Brock’s swimming pool and hot tub both with amazing blue tiles and roman columns.

“Can I offer the ma'am somethin' to drink, while you wait?” The Texas staffer asked.

“Since you offered, yes, some white wine” Codi agreed. She took a moment to check her golden blonde hair which was swept back from her face into a businesslike pony tail. She wore her “John Lennon” round mirrored sunglasses. Her outfit was a simple tight white blouse, beige pants and black leather jacket. It not too formal as was the style in California. Under her cloth, she had on a little surprise in case things went well.

The staffer returned with the glass wine. Codi placed the briefing folder on the courtyard table and took the glass. She wanted to take a sip right away, but she held back waiting for Brock’s arrival.View attachment 2208576

 

[JackHemingway]

Typed Notes Attached to the unofficial file of C.I.A. operative Brock Landers compiled in the American Embassy in Japan.

Subject: Landers, Brock (Male Caucasian, 6'2", 225lbs, Eyes Blue, Hair Dark Brown, Distinguishing Marks: Gunshot, Knife, and grenade wounds distributed all over his body, including Japanese & "traditional" Navy tattoos).
Recruitment Pool: Navy Special Operations
Years Active as Operative: 1968-1971
Status: Inactive but in good standing.

He was born on June 6, 1945, in Fort Worth, Texas, on Cabin Wood Acres Ranch, the oldest of five children (all boys). The subject did well academically in the school system and lettered in Football, Track, and Swimming, where he was team captain. He has a working knowledge of French, Spanish, and Japanese. He started all four years at Texas State University on a winning team where two teammates played professionally. He also qualified as a mechanic and cowboy and joined several "posses" with local law enforcement. Before enlisting in the Navy in 1966, the subject was already an accomplished sharpshooter and woodsman.

The subject went directly from basic training to the S.E.A.L program and graduated top of his class, eventually achieving the rank of Chief Petty Officer. He excelled at weapons and tactics, demolitions, and sniper training. The subject trained extensively in Karate, Judo, and Escrima, which includes armed and unarmed combat and assassination methods. He attended different training schools offered by other branches of the armed forces, including advanced helicopter training, during postings in Japan and the Philippines.

The subject's war record is attached where not redacted. According to official files, the subject remains active with the Navy reserves as an instructor and armorer with active service from 1966-1972. Wartime highlights include Navy operations in Northern Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, and Southern China. Official company records hint at further assignments in the Mediterranean, North Korea, and Germany. Much of the subject's service in association with the company involved The Phoenix Program.

You requested information about Silent Falcon and related operations, but there isn't much accessible without setting off any alarms. It operates quietly, has advanced weapons, including possibly laser weapons, and is even hard to spot with radar. Some of the most intelligent minds in Russian aeronautics worked on the aircraft, and they keep improving it. Rumor has it we have yet to see the best model.

We're talking about a very advanced combat helicopter here, and your guy is one of the few that has flown it let alone seen the damn thing. My contacts in the S.E.A.L. community say the boat crew was supposed to raid an intelligence outpost with foreign electronic surveillance technology. When they found the outpost and took out the computer system and many foreign advisors, the chopper happened to be there. They pissed off many people on the other side over that one.

So if you're reading this, we're square regarding favors. You'll find in the bags all your gear, money, and whatever else you had at the safe house. Your bills are paid, and so is your tab at Club Karma. Don't let me see you there anytime soon, girl. Do what you got to do to get righteous, but I don't want any part of it. -Foxtail

 

[JackHemingway]

Brock headed into the house, climbed in the shower, and did a quick clean before toweling off. He pulled on cargo shorts, sneakers, and a green t-shirt. He put on a shoulder holster that held a .357 magnum which was overkill, but this was a stranger after all, so he slipped a switchblade into his pocket. He then put on a navy blue ball cap with the S.E.A.L. logo and headed down to the courtyard.

He walked across the paving stones, nodded to the lovely blond, and gave her a long, hard look. Before sitting down, he said, "I don't know you from business or pleasure, so what brings you by today? Oh, and if you're from Colonel Gold, I'm not interested in any more of his bullshit operations. He can find someone else to run heron. Oh, wait, he got promoted, didn't he? You're not a courier or a 'secretary' from Langley."

Brock leaned back in his chair and tried to gauge her reaction. She was probably an agent but too seasoned to run errands for people unless she screwed up. She wreaked of experience and was a drinker, to be sure. Otherwise, she kept things hidden well. He'd at least listen to what she had to say before telling her no. He had a good life away from the spooks and their secret wars in the shadows. A bucket of ice-cold beer was placed on the table, and he cracked one open and looked into her eyes before taking a drink.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi Meets Her Match

As Brock Landers came into view, Codi was a little bit star struck. He was a legend. He strode forward with confidence and grace. He had a warm, almost magnetic smile. His powerful arms, chest and legs were not hidden by clothing. He was actually sexier in person than he had been in his photos.

Codi struggled a little bit to contain her appearance of indifference towards him. This was a man she could fall for. This was the kind of man she’d fuck without question. But she also knew that in the spy business, love and a successful mission, did not mix. She had been there before. On a previous mission, she had learned not to love too dearly. Things had not gone to plan, and she had wanted to leave her post, to check on her lover. To see if he was ok. She had been so attempted, but she had not.

Her thoughts about him had slowed her thinking, caused her to make an error. The mission was still successful, but she recognized her mistake. Love was a weakness and she vowed never to fall so deeply for someone again.

Her mission here was to get Brock to help her with a reckless, high risk, insane mission. Against company orders… or better stated, without company orders. She was going to trick him into going “rogue” with her. In the process, Brock might be killed. Or he might live and the mission successful, but he would still be disgraced. She was actually using him. Adding betrayed love to her trickery would make it even worse. It would also make her feel awful too.

He guessed quickly where she was from and even knew General Gold. He added a comment about heron, that made her think she needed to switch to plan B on how she approached him. He slipped into a chair as he waited for her to explain why she was here. He was so close and so sexy, there was a little knot in her throat, preventing her from speaking normal. She waited a second to allow it to dissolve before she spoke.

“Brock Landers” she said with more poise than she could believe. “You are quite an impressive man. Your record is amazing” She added as she looked at him. “But the report did not state how cynical you have become.”

She paused a moment than asked “May I have a seat?”

He nodded in agreement. Codi sat in the chair opposite of his.

“A quick answer to your question is, I hope I’m here for pleasure and business” Codi answered with a little twinkle in her eye. She had not wanted to make that sound so flirty, but it just came out that way.

“I hope you still believe that people can be motivated by country and honor. And that you can still trust you fellow operatives” Codi added. “Those are things I still believe.” Codi stated sincerely as she took a sip of wine. She handed him the folder she come in with. Inside the folder was the mission file she had copied from General Gold’s desk. “Have a read. The company knows you are retired, so we seek your advice on who you think could fly this thing”

 

[JackHemingway]

There wasn't a lot in the file, but it checked some essential boxes. As he flipped through the pages taking in all the information while glancing up at his guest, one of his boys walked over with a large pitcher of sweat tea and two glasses. She wasn't put off by any of his insinuations, and while flirting a little bit, she was all about business. He was sure that she saw several armed cowboys surrounding the courtyard, so if she tried anything cute, she wouldn't get far.

Included in the information were some things about a small Central American nation called Costa Morada, ruled by despot General Manuel Borbon. The general was a career military man who fought for several corrupt regimes before he seized power in his homeland while commanding its armed forces. While most of it was common knowledge, the file revealed some up-to-date military facts and information on several of the general's operatives in the states.

What made Brock take notice, though, was the mention of Silent Falcon. It was a ghost on the radar, and from his past, the fact that she was here with this meant she knew who he was and what he could do. China wanted a regime change, and they were preparing to make it happen. General Borbon let drug dealers launder their money in his national bank, let the C.I.A. run operations in his country, and smuggled weapons to communists around the globe. He had been playing all sides, and his time was running out.

Brock put down the file, poured himself a tea, leaned back, and looked at his guest across from the table. "So it seems someone wants to give the Marxist guerillas some severe air support. So what do you want from me? This file is pretty thin, by the way, but I'm sure you know that."

 

[milkmaiden38]

“We” Codi started then stopped, and corrected herself. “I would like a recommendation on a pilot who could fly that craft?”

As Brock thought about her question, she added some additional information.

“As far as a thin file, I’ve accomplished missions with far less. Sometimes just a name. Whoever you recommend, will need to help me gather information state side, join me in uncover ops, be skilled in jungle tactics, and I’m thinking low altitude air drops.”

“This whole operation is off the books. So no backup and no other agents and no direct company support. They will help indirectly.” Codi said with a smile. She took another sip at her wine.

 

[JackHemingway]

He set the file down, reached over, and poured himself an iced tea as he thought about what she was asking. This whole situation made him curious, but it was also very tempting. Steal another one of the other team's top weapons systems. He already got plenty of unground fame for the first time. Brook didn't like to admit it, but he needed adulation. Whether it was a stadium of cheering students or a bunch of special operators raising their glasses, it was an addiction. Besides, he was bored as hell.

"You know I have to run this down from my end, but let's say you have a pilot partner. I want to know that I go right back to the inactive list when this is over, and the company handles any of the fallout. When I come home from things, I don't want to be followed home. Though the boys know how to handle problems."

He refilled his tea, then stood up, walked around stretching, and stood in the center of the courtyard. With his back to Codi, he said, "you still need to talk about money, and I have some checking to do, but I think I'm in on this one. You're welcome to stay the night in one of the guest rooms if you don't have a place."

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Wow, are you hinting at what I think you are hinting at? YOU want to join me on this mission?” Codi asked as she looked directly at Brock. She was not really acting at this point. She was excited about a chance to work with a legend.

Brock was still looking off in the distance and did not react.

Codi got a hold of herself “As far as being active agent, the company will have you as inactive. The cover story is we are “rogue” agents without permission, conducting an unauthorized mission. Most likely, we’ll both be killed, so no one is following us home. But if we are successful, we’ll be disgraced and in jail. No collateral that way either.”

“I’ll check on the reimbursement, while you do your checking tomorrow. However,” Codi said with a knowing smile. “I think we are close to a deal, shall we drink on it?” Codi asked.

Brock turned around and looked at Codi, but still said nothing. She had already emptied her wine glass.

“I think I have decided on your good rum… I can’t remember the name, but its $1,200 a bottle. And let’s have it in your spa.” Codi suggested. As she took off her leather jacket, unbuttoned her white blouse, and beige pants. As they fell away, under her clothing, she had on a smoking hot white bikini.

She undid her pony tail, and her long blonde's hair was cascading down the sides of her face and alongside her big breasts. The tiny cloth of the bikini barely concealed her nipples.

“I'll meet you at the spa” She said as she walked away, her incredible breasts shifting and swaying in the most sexy ways. As she slipped into the hot bubbling water.View attachment 2214167

 

[JackHemingway]

Codi was attractive, to be sure, and for a guy who liked banging secretaries and stewardesses out of convenience, he was very intrigued. The fact that she was ready for the beach was also provocative and meant she was planning. She easily could have been one of the General's honey traps, but she was more than some patriotic bimbo who would spread he legs to get you on a mission. She was the real deal, but he wasn't biting. He watched her walk off toward the sauna area, which was interesting because she'd never been to the compound before. However, she was a blond bombshell, and a woman like that demanded pursuit.

He didn't like calling it a spa, but that was what it was for after all, and he'd had plenty of fun on the massage tables and the sauna with various female visitors. As a man of experience, you could still get into trouble but were a little wiser about things. He walked into the tiled sauna area, and Codi smiled up at him. Codi's smile stood out; she was sexy from head to toe. She had cute feet, actually, but that wasn't something he could focus on at that moment.

He tossed her several towels and a folded white robe and smiled. "I'd like to bang you, I really would, but if you want to work together, I have to clear your story. You have my word. It will be done before brunch tomorrow. Now you're welcome to stay here, any bedroom on the second floor I'm not sleeping in. The kitchen is fully stocked, and surfboards are down by the beach. I'll let the boys know you'll be around."

He walked out but stopped at the door and looked back at her. "I'd like another shot at one of those choppers, but not just for fun. You look good in a two-piece Codi. I'm sure your bio will be impressive too."

With that, he returned to his regular routine, but he put her name into the computer. He had an old code, but they likely would hook him up with the information he requested. How much they'd tell him about Codi was another matter, and they certainly wouldn't tell him her current assignment. It would give him more of an idea about her and help him decide his next move. He was optimistic, though, and put out two plates for lunch.

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Well, I guess I can put “being turned down by Brock Landers” on my resume now” Codi mumbled to herself. She was disappointed, but she had also planned to turn him down, if he made any advances. It just pissed her off that he had not made any advances. Most men could not wait to get in her pants.

“Are you sure you are pissed about that, or that he didn’t bring that expensive alcohol to toast the partnership?” Codi pointed out to herself. She really wanted to try that liquor. In reality, she knew she had a drinking problem. It went well with her smoking, and almost nightly fucking.

She was a broken person. “A shitshow and a dumpster fire” Codi said to herself using General Gold’s words. For many reasons, she had been trying to kill herself for a few years now. Drinking, smoking, and wild sex, were the slow way to death. For quicker results, she took the highest risk missions. Through some skill, but also lots of luck, she had succeeded in all of them. But she knew her luck would run out, and then death would claim her.

Codi took a deep breath “Well, I think this mission will be the one. No one can be lucky enough to complete it and live.” She got up and walked into the sauna. She would spend the night in Brock’s house. She was hoping to find someone willing to have a little fun and then hopeful he’d agree to join her on the mission.

The Next Morning.

Codi’s did not know what this guy’s job was… cook, gardener, guard? However, she did know he had a big cock. She knew that, since his big cock was being pumped in and out of her mouth at this moment. She pulled his hips forward and his big cock disappeared completely into her mouth. She managed to get her tongue around the throbbing shaft and lick his balls. He loved it. She was an excellent cock sucker!

His cock quivered in joy as Codi felt his climax approaching. She wanted to hold him at this peak pleasure spot for a little while, so she slowed down on her sucking. He moaned like crazy, but she did not give him enough pleasure to cum. It was frustrating to him. He wanted to pump so much cum into her hungry mouth, she’d gag on it. But Codi would not allow him to get that excited.

In the end of course she also wanted his cum. Finally, after a minute of teasing him, she sucked on his mighty rod with fury. She felt his pleasure peaking… and then she added her signature tongue licking to his sensitive cock head. He erupted like a volcano in her mouth. His tip surged into her throat again and again, splatting red-hot jets of semen against the sides of her throat. She kept swallowing and sucking on his cock until he was completely drained.

Swallowing the last mouthful, Codi got up from between his legs.

“MMMM, that was nice” she told him.

“My fuckin pleasure, madam” The guy replied.

“I want to get some surfing in… where are the boards?” Codi asked as she got up and started to put her cloth back on.

“They are down by the beach” He replied. Then he asked about Codi’s large Asian style dragon tattoo on her back. “Nice tattoo, is there a story behind it?”

“Yes” Codi replied and walked out of the room and headed for the beach.

 

[JackHemingway]

Whatever the reason, people liked hanging out at Brock's house. He figured it was because of his attitude. After all, he was cool with most behavior. Orgies, blow, and shooting beer cans were just some of the things that had happened under his roof, and for the most part, he either didn't care or took part. He'd love to say he didn't bang the shit out of Codi bareback in any number of rooms because of his high moral standards, but it wasn't. He wasn't about to put his dick in crazy before he got a few things straightened out about her.

That night, he took dinner in his office while Codi hung out with the boys, ate tacos, and drank beer. They mainly were ranch hands who divided their time between his place and the horse farm down the road. They were a mix of guys who followed him from Texas, the military, or both. She'd been a hit, not changing from the bikini, walking around wearing someone's spare hat and boots, and drinking beer. From what he'd heard, she'd also done pretty well at the after-dinner knife throwing. He figured Zane, his half-Hawaiian half White surf instructor buddy had the best time. He didn't care. It's not like he was all that interested.

By the time he headed out to join Codi on the beach, he'd had a few more answers and a better idea of who she was. The company would only tell him a little beyond confirming she was on the payroll. One source faxed him an old picture of her in a cheerleading uniform with a rifle over her shoulder. Seem she'd lettered in Rifle Team and swimming despite being on a highly-ranked cheerleading squad. The source also claimed she'd iced several Eastern Block and African Marxist politicians. She'd left more than a few large bar tabs for her handlers to deal with.

He heard from members of the Navy Seal community who said she was a good time and showed up on the scene recently. She took one guy's scuba diving class even though she clearly had the skills to talk to him afterward. Another guy said she came to his karate dojo and gave him a blow job in the office while there was a class. Several others said they went out with her and closed a few bars together. This all occurred over the last few weeks, and the routine had been the same. She told them she was safe to talk to and then asked about the missions.

Clad in his usual hang-out clothes that consisted of long tropical shorts and a Navy t-shirt, Brock sipped his Columbian coffee as he watched her struggle a little to select a surfboard. Her messy hair was tied up with a bandana, and he wasn't sure if she was in a bikini or underwear and sporting aviator sunglasses. She still managed to look hot. The only consistent thing he learned about her was that she liked a good time, drank like a sailor, and was a deadly professional. He didn't know much but knew she was committed to the cause, which was enough for now.

He approached Codi a short time later. She'd got a board off the track and was checking it out. She smiled when he walked over, and as he stood next to the rack, he tossed her a square plastic bottle filled with hot pink liquid. She looked at it curiously and asked what it was. He replied, "something we call wakeup juice around here. There is lots of caffeine, vitamins, and other stuff to clear your head. I figured you needed it before you hit the waves."

She thanked him, took it to her lips, and had the reaction most people did, but continued to drink it. Once she was halfway through the bottle, he continued. "I know you're serious about this assignment, so I'm in, but we need a war chest, and I don't want to hand any of those choppers off to anyone who is just as bad but happens to be working for the Uncle Sam. So I might have a few leads on where to find some information, so let's compare notes. You can stay as long as you need to, and I don't care what you do during downtime. You better be sober for missions. Clear?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi

She did not feel like shit this morning. Last night she hadn’t smoked at all, drank only beers, had no gin martinis, and had light sex in the morning. However, Brock’s comments took her back to the staff Psychiatrist at the CIA, who had warned her many times that such behavior was a “classic case of self-abuse”. She knew her behavior was counter-productive... but she did not care.

She looked at Brock carefully. She was pretty sure she had made a BAD first impression. She needed to recover, but was not really sure how to do that.

“Ok, Capt America.” Codi said. “You got me by the nipples. I need you, so I will be sober for the mission.” She agreed reluctantly. “If you need some kind of proof of my abilities, you can suggest a test. I know I can out shoot you. Not sure I can out drink you, but willing to give it a try, I think I can out fuck you. But women have an advance in that department” Codi added with a smile.

“Another thing, we might want to clear up now. This is my mission. I’m in charge.” Codi said.

“Willing to take suggestion on our code name. I’m floating The Seppuku Squad. I thought it sounded appropriate.” She suggested

“You know the drill, this is a covert op. No tracing it back to our home country. Cover story is we have gone rogue. We are stealing the helo to sale on the black market. The reality is we shall turn the copter over to US defense department. This General Borbon is a shit. He is screwing his citizens, running his country into the ground and running a crime organization on the side that is involved in drugs, human trafficking, etc.” Codi explained. "I'm going to kill him, if I get the chance"

“There are a few operative state side we need to approach first before heading south. But, the one I suggest we try first is Natalie Rojas. She is in the mental hospital, but I think we can get useful information from her. I'm pretty sure she is not being watched”

“Finally, I’m sure you noticed the cute note on the last page giving us complete freedom to adjust this plan as we see fit. Thoughts?” Codi asked.

 

[JackHemingway]

Brock Landers listened, nodded, and drank her in, along with the beautiful ocean backdrop on another beautiful day. He was like many other people who didn't understand how amazing California was until he arrived and didn't want to leave. He couldn't think on that now though she was going over a mission. She was joking, flirting, and trying to make light of things. Well, he'd had enough.

He took a surfboard off the rack with a yin and yan sign and little else, stood it up, and looked hard at Codi. "First of all, Steve Rogers is a blond and army. Second I take on dangerous missions, not suicidal missions. I intend to return from this one and put another check in the win column. Third, while I might like you and even be willing to fuck you, we're partners on this. You might be the senior, but don't think you can order me around."

He threw his shirt on the rack and walked passed her carrying his board. He paddled out and was soon enjoying the ways. It was a welcomed release because he knew things would be intense soon. Track down some leads for an off-the-books mission, hoping to steal an advanced weapons system from some horrible people. He had to deal with her and couldn't keep putting her down.

When they finished surfing, not so much together, but sharing the same length of the beach, they met up by the surfboards again. "Look, let's have dinner together in the kitchen. The guys are heading out to some place for all-you-can-eat shrimp. I'll do the food, and we can plan out getting into that mental hospital. You know you're gorgeous when you're sober."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi

Codi just stood there and took it as Brock laid into her before surfing. Then he took off his shirt and headed out to surf. He looked amazing, big powerful chest, fit, but his words had hurt her. She quietly followed him out to the waves. She thought about what he had said. She really needed him on this mission. No way to complete it without him. She was wondering if she had blown it so badly that he was having second thoughts.

What was wrong with her? She had been on teams before, she knew ordering people around was problematic. It had been a long time since her last team assignment. She found working with others difficult, so picked solo assignments. To be fair, others also found working with her difficult too.

“I guess I’m a bit out of practice” She mumbled to herself as she caught a big wave. She rode it for a while and then jumped into the water. It was nothing compared to Brock’s skill at surfing. He was much better than she was. “He knows shit… and is skilled… you need to trust him” She said to herself as she climbed back on her board and padded back out to the place to caught the next wave.

This mission was about get her job back, but it was also was about her becoming a better agent and person. She needed to learn from Brock. Check her f’ing ego at the door… or beach in this case… and learn from him. She decided to apologize to him once they were finished with surfing.

As they wrapped up, he spoke first and invited her to dinner.

“I’d like that” Codi replied as they walked back to the house. She did not need to say it, but she did anyhow. “Sorry about my words before. We are partners on this. Equals.”

Brock seemed ok with her statement.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Prepare a dish or shall I be your sous chef?” she asked “I could open that bottle of rum, I read about in your file.” Codi joked. Brock gave her a look.

“That was a joke” she explained defensively “But the file does not say why you bought it. My guess the relationship between the 1764 Sugar Act, British tax, which resulted in the now-famous “no taxation without representation” Boston tea party. It is your nod to freedom and America. Am I close? She asked him.

 

[JackHemingway]

When it came to Codi, the adage don't stick your dick in crazy came to mind. The problem was two other things also came to mind. The first was that Brock Landers had done that plenty of times, from bars in Thailand to sorority houses in the USA. Whether they were pageant queens or hard-drinking strippers, there was plenty of crazy to go around. The other thing was she was starting to grow on him. She was a mess, but she wasn't a bad person. Grant you in the business they shared that was on a sliding scale. They did kill people, after all.

So he went about his routine, cleaned up, and spent some time in his office. By the time evening rolled around, he was at the grill directly outside the kitchen door cooking steaks on a high flame. Along with homemade fresh coleslaw and baked potatoes, they would feast. It was business too, and he had a bunch of printouts and a few files on the table. The boys had the perimeter secure, so they could review things and make plans for getting into the mental hospital.

When he heard the clicking of sandals on the courtyard stones, he looked up to see Codi coming over towards the grill. He gestured to the table with two places set. "Thought we'd eat outside and enjoy the evening."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi

There was something about planning a new mission that excited Codi. The power of knowing that she could get around any obstacle that blocked success. It just made her feel good. She ready to impress Brock with her knowledge and insight. She walked onto the patio, still wearing her bikini, and swaying all her good parts, hips and tits.

"Wow, what a spread!” she complimented Brock. “I love eating outside, what a nice idea” She added as she grabbed the homemade fresh coleslaw and baked potatoes and brought them to the table. Brock soon joined her with the steaks fresh off the grill. They smelled amazing.

“Thanks for doing this” Codi said in a more than casual way. She knew her future was completely dependent on his help. She was thanking him not only for this meal but for his agreeing to this mission. She had no idea what would happen to them even if the mission was successful. Everything was a bit of a mystery. But she was fairly certain she would in a worse spot without his help.

"I know. I haven't been easy to work with so far," Codi said, as she reached out and touched Brock’s hand with warmth and fondness. “I'll do better from now on.”

They enjoyed the meal. All the food was good, but the steaks were exceptionally good. As they finished up, Codi turned the conversation towards the mission.

“I think Natalie Rojas is in the mental hospital because someone used EA 3834 on her. It is a standard Soviet and Chinese way of dealing with someone that knows too much. The chemical basically scrambles your brain. Natalie was the number one pleasure girl in General Bordon harem.” Codi explained.

“The Company did not know what to do with her, so they placed her in the mental institution. However, I think we can get some useful information from her. People exposed to EA 3834 brains are scrambled because they neurons are firing too fast. Too many signals from too many thoughts. But, recently, a bunch of new drugs are hitting the market to help people sleep. I’m talking about zolpidem, zaleplon, and eszopiclone. All of these drug work by slowing down the brain. Making people “think” less. I’m thinking if we slow Natalie brain down, it will return to normal speed and she can tell us something useful.” Codi proposed “I know it is a long shot… never been tried before, but I think it will work.”

Brock said nothing, but he was still listening, so Codi took that as a sign to continue.

“Now… getting into the mental hospital should not be too hard. Here is what I know. She is being kept in a place called Hanford Care Hospital, south of San Francisco. It is a private hospital. It looks like one of those large Edwardian Houses in England. It has a good high fence. But there is a service entrance. This is where food, supplies, and laundry come into the facility. My thought… we target the laundry. Hide in those huge laundry carts. Once inside the compound, we can put on a few white coats… I’m a nurse and you're a doctor. We grab a roster chart and we sneak into her room. Simple, quick and no risk. Thoughts?” Codi asked.

 

[JackHemingway]

Hanford Care Hospital was one of those places that reeked of being a C.I.A. front, and even a green private investigator could tell something was going on behind the wrought iron fence. Codi was right, though. The rear of the place with the service entrance seemed like the best place to get in since armed security guards 24-hours a day monitored the front gate. The well-armed guards for a place that was supposed to be for minimum security patients didn't make much sense. Everyone who entered had to drive through the front entrance and then either park in the staff parking lot near the front of the main house or drive around to the rear, where a loading dock was attached to a building with a covered walkway entering the main house.

They'd made their plan after having dinner together, and the next day, they headed up to San Fransico and picked up a surveillance van from a contact who'd previously worked for the F.B.I. The van came fully equipped with various gadgets, bulletproof tires, armored plating, and, most importantly, a coffee machine. True to her word, Codi drank coffee and cocoa, but he'd never seen someone use so much whipped cream. Still, she was a good companion, and they got along as they watched from a side road all day and into the night.

While the guards patrolled reasonably regularly, they did take breaks and hang out in the front office so there would be a window where they could get in through the building in the rear. It was probably one of the old kitchens for the main house back in the day, but it looked like it was more of a warehouse and laundry area. Few staff members went there by the second shift, but after midnight there was some activity on their camera monitors.

"Hey Codi, check this out. You said this place was where they stuck people with mental health issues they didn't know what to do with?"

Codi put down her container of Thai food, sat on the chair next to him in front of the monitors, and looked at the developing scene. Two nurses in bright white uniforms walked down the crossover between the two buildings. One was in front carrying a clipboard, and then a line of seven female patients clad in loose gowns and flip-flops followed with the last nurse locking the door behind them. Once inside, the lights flicked on, giving a clear view through the large windows. All the female patients had their heads shaved and looked like they were on something.

What happened next was surprising as the pair watched all the women, including the nurses, begin to strip down naked. All the patients got into a row of group showers and began washing. Once out, they toweled off and began applying makeup, perfume, and a variety of wigs before dressing in clothing that could only be described as slutty. Stiletto heels, thigh boots, fishnet stockings, and body-hugging dresses. The nurses also changed their appearance, checking and placing handguns in their purses. The only difference was the nurses were wearing underwear.

Brock leaned back in his chair, shook his head, turned to Codi, and asked, "you know anything about this partner? Also, you see our girl among these ah ladies?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Codi

“I really don’t know” Codi answered totally puzzled by what was going on. “But now is a great time for us to get in there” She added. “With their heads shaved… I can’t tell who is Natalie Rojas, but Natalie had a great ass… and girl number 4’s has a pretty good-looking backside, it might be her!” Codi said in excitement.

Codi and Brock piled out of the van and strolled down the street, along the perimeter. Then they turned the corner and found the service entrance. Two delivery vans were parked on the loading area. Both were food service trucks.

“Looks like a party. This is prefect” Codi whispered to Brock. They approached the service entrance using the delivery trucks to hide their approach. Two women in overalls were loading food items on trolleys and pushing them into the hospital.

“Time to be like food” Codi said with a grin. She walked up along the side of the truck and quickly got on a trolley cart. The white cloth covered the bottom part of the trolley. She hidden behind the cloth. She could not be seen. The cart of course would be harder to push, but she was hoping the helpers would not notice.

Two male helpers appeared next and pushed her trolley and Brock’s into the kitchen preparation area. Then they went out to get more trolleys filled with food. Codi slipped out. She strode with confidence into the kitchen. A woman there was cutting onions and looked over at her. Codi smiled at her as though she knew her.

“We're checking on the sound system” Codi explained and the woman went back to work.

“Act like you’re supposed to be here,” Codi told herself. “Works every time!”

Codi and Brock entered main corridor, passing two hurrying orderlies and more people pushing trolleys to the party location. Codi and Brock followed the trolleys and ducked into a room just before large party room. Each of them got a look inside the room before they hid in the side room.

“Did you see what I saw?” Codi whispered to Brock. “They are setting up for an orgy! What is going on here?” Codi gasped.

 

[JackHemingway]

Brock had been on enough operations and had sat on enough bar stools to know what the public thought espionage was and the realities of the work. The thing is that every once in a while, you did things movie spies did. Whether sneaking through a heating vent or using some gadget, you realize writers got inspired somewhere. Codi's idea was one of those, but it worked, so why knock a good thing?

Once inside, though, the situation only got stranger. They saw one group of women dressing up like streetwalkers, and now there was an orgy room. None of this made sense for a mental health facility, but anything was possible when you factored in this place was a C.I.A. front. The company had done all kinds of work with mind control and drugs, and while there was some exposure, it just meant experiments would go underground. Brock shared his thoughts with Codi as they watched from a distance as the staff set up enclosures of plastic pipe frames and large silk sheets in the main room.

Codi whispered, "so they send the women out to bring guys back here for what? They test drugs on those who come to the 'party.' So that they can prove that mind control works?"

"It makes sense. Nobody will believe a mental health patient even if they do talk, and the guys they bring here will never admit to going off with some strange woman and going to an orgy. I bet they film and observe all of it too. Aside from having a great ass, Natalie Rojas is completely out of it, right?"

"Yeah, everything I've read about her condition. Unless they've done something to her, she wouldn't be up to participating in anything like this," Codi said, gesturing to the orgy room.

"Let's see if we can find her room then."

It wasn't easy moving through the residential hospital, but one thing was clear it was all a fraud. The security was much more advanced, and the staff had training and experience well beyond what was required, but like any secret location, people became complacent. Brock and Codi waited until the primary nurse's station was clear and found the patient's chart before heading to the third floor though they stopped at the security office.

They were probably ex-military or at least former cops, but the three security officers weren't prepared for anything beyond watching monitors that night. Brock kicked in the door and knocked out the first office before he even looked up from his coffee. Codi flew through the door with a high kick taking out the other one and going for the gun cabinet. The third one hesitated, unsure whether to go for the emergency phone or his weapon, and it cost him. Both Brock and Codi took him down hard.

After gagging and handcuffing all three, the pair disabled the security system, cameras, and phones before locking the door behind them. They quickly headed up the stairs to the third floor and headed to room 312. When they got there, there was some pang of worry as the door was ajar, but they heard sounds from inside, so they looked in and saw an unpleasant scene.

One of the male staff members was naked on top of Natalie Rojas, who looked unconscious on the floor, her gown and panties tossed to the side. The man moaned and groaned on top of her with little reaction from Natalie. Brock gritted his teeth, walked in, put the man in a choke hold, and pulled him off, slamming the staffer's head into the wall.

Brock choked the man until he passed out and put him into bed, but not before saying, "Don't treat women like that!"

As he covered the man up, Codi dressed Natalie, put her in a robe, and guided her into the hallway. They found a laundry cart at the elevator and packed her into it. They rode down to the ground floor, quickly handled any staffers there, loaded the cart directly into a van, and took off. After some driving around, they retrieved the surveillance vehicle and headed to the agreed on safehouse.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Natalie Rojas

There were fields scattered all around, broken up by overgrown hills of rock and boulders. There were cows in a few of the pastures along the snaking dusty old road leading to the safe house.

The simple farmhouse was surrounded by an old, stone wall. The farmhouse was small, with stucco walls and a red tiled roof. A humble stable housed a couple of horses, chickens rummaged all around the courtyard, and a well-kept greenhouse stood at the back, filled with all sorts of fruit and vegetable plants. The farm had a pleasing feel to it.

They had placed Natalie in a comfortable, overstuffed, arm chair in the living room. The woman in the housecoat just stared at the wall. A blank look on her face. Codi had given her the zolpidem, zaleplon, and eszopiclone about an hour ago.

“Natalie” Codi asked sitting in a chair next to Natalie’s. Brock was on the other side of Natalie in another chair.

“I don’t want any dinner” Natalie said without looking around.

“I haven’t brought dinner” Codi replied.

“And no more drugs!” Natalie insisted. “I don’t want anymore drugs!”

“Natalie… it’s Codi, do you remember me?” Codi asked.

Natalie looked around at last. She seemed to have difficulty in focusing on Codi. She seemed puzzled. Her fingers started to pick nervously at the arms of her chair.

“Who are you?” She asked Codi.

“It is me, Codi Banner”

“Are you new? I don’t want any drugs! Do you understand. I told all the doctors that!” Natalie said.

“I’m not a doctor” Codi replied in a calm and steady voice. She had not want to do this in front of Brock, but she saw no option. “Natalie, do you remember me? My name is Codi Banner. We are friends. Went to CIA training together”

Natalie frowned and got a more puzzled look on her face. Then she said Codi’s name a few times to herself. Then she looked back at Codi.

“Codi” She said “Oh, god did they get you too?” She gasped.

“Do you remember me?” Codi asked

“Of course I do, I’m not crazy. How long has it been?” Natalie asked

Codi moved closer to Natalie “At least six years”

Natalie looked frightened “I’ve have been here for six years?” she whispered

“No” Codi cleared up. The drugs she had given Natalie seemed to be working, although her mind wander about. “It has been six years since I last saw you. I think you have been in the hospital for a few months.”

“Seems longer” Natalie sighed. She picked at the chair arms. “When did they get you?”

“They didn’t get me” Codi answered calmly. “Can you tell me who they are?”

“Lanterns, riddles, dragon and lion dances, fireworks, bomba.” Natalie rambled

“I don’t understand” Codi said

“I know you, you are Codi, Codi Banner” Natalie said

“That is right, Natalie. Who are they, who did this to you?” Codi asked again

Natalie shivered. Her fingers pulling madly at the arms of the chair. “They found me, and gave me drugs!” Natalie screamed.

Codi looked over to Brock. He nodded to her it was ok to stop.

“Natalie, please try to get some rest. Thanks for talking to us” Codi said

“NO DRUG… NO MORE DRUGS” Natalie gasped as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Brock and Codi walked out of the living room.

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[JackHemingway]

It was a painful scene, even if you'd seen more than your share of integrations and victim debriefings. From what Codi had told him, the woman was a whore who took things to an art form and was a free spirit. Now she was mentally broken and barely knew who the hell she was anymore. Those who were part of the company's research and development department were the practitioners of the dark arts.

They knew how to drive people crazy, become violent psychotics, and they always had ways of making people talk. While he lacked a specific understanding of what had been done to this woman, it was clear that someone had brainwashed her, and a steady regiment of drugs kept her from returning to her old self. She had information, but rather than eliminating her, and they broke her instead. Why they'd taken that option was anyone's guess.

Codi was asking what he thought as Brock opened a black bag and shorted through the contents until he found the medically sealed package he was looking for in the bag. He glanced at the instructions, took out a syringe that looked like something you'd use to put down a gorilla, and checked it out. Codi was saying something about what he was doing when he walked into the room.

Brock ignored Natalie's screams and drove the needle into the base of her neck as he held her down. She screamed for a few minutes before passing out. Codi gave him a cold stare from the doorway, but he just looked down, watching Natalie go limp before he picked her up and placed her on the sofa. As he did so, he told Codi, "It is a rapid detox concoction they came up with years ago. I've seen it clear out hardcore drug addicts. Not sure if she'll remember any better, but she won't be so messed up. She'll need time to recover, though. "

The safe house was well stocked by those in the network who handled such things. There was no direct contact, so once you were invited to the network, nobody checked up on you unless you started making a nuisance of yourself. They took turns watching Natalie taking breaks to eat, sleep, and keep watch as best they could. A hidden camera system made it more feasible. Codi was a good operator and even a decent nurse when given the opportunity once she got sober.

While Brock didn't want to complicate this operation with too many details, he wished they'd brought more of his people so they could at least get some rest beyond short naps. It wasn't like you got any natural sleep, and at one point, he wondered what it was like to spoon with Codi. They had a job to do, and when he got a chance, he ran Bomba through the University of California's military and intelligence database. The government farmed out a lot of research, so it would be okay to find a request from the academic world. He didn't know much about computers, but he hoped it would go unnoticed.

The Caribbean nation of Costa Morada came up, and the tiny country was just one of many fronts in the cold war. A junta ruled the nation under General Manuel Borbon, the son of a wealthy Spanish military attaché who'd traveled the globe and received a first-rate military education. The problem was the man got involved in every dirty war worldwide before finding himself in Costa Morada. Wealthy financiers in the United States backed a coup, and the General took power.

The General was pretty typical as far as dictators went. He updated and enlarged the military, waged a brutal war against the rebels, and turned the presidential residence into a palace. Costa Morada, a poor country, did his best to get financing from the West to fight communism, and when that wasn't enough, he began allowing drug dealers access through his country for a price. These actions were causing rumblings in his office corp, and now the information was regularly leaking.

How did Bomba fit into this political mess? Well, it was a small jungle city with an exciting story. The C.I.A. used it as a hub for arms smuggling throughout the region. So many rebels were operating there that the Molotov cocktail was the local drink, and guerilla fighters and mercenaries trained in the hill. However, what caught Brock's attention were a few other interesting facts.

Some years back, a large fruit company built an impressive new modern airport which, while officially it was abandoned, the facility remained open. In addition to the main airport, several other assets are attached to the property, including a large hotel and several smaller airfields. With all the activity in the region, a secret helicopter program wasn't something that would say private long. Brock needed to have all the facts, though. What he did know was Costa Morada had a west coast consulate.

 

[milkmaiden38]

3 Days later at Costa Morada West Coast Consulate

Codi

Brock waited hopeful and worried in the foyer for three minutes before Codi arrived. She was a vision that made him want to take off his jacket of his expensive tuxedo and use it as a red carpet for her to walk on. Her amazing figure was lovingly hugged by her dress which looked to be made of diamonds and silver. It showed enough of her of luscious features, to attract the attention of all the males in the Consulate. Her hair shone of glimmering gold under the lights and her blemish free complexion was lightly dusted with make-up.

"I hope that you're not meant to be incognito this evening, the eyes of every man and at least half of the women in this room are on you." Brock whispered to her as she took his arm.

"You should talk, in your understated way, you look great in a tuxedo. There are a few ladies looking at you too" Codi countered.

“Where are you hiding your weapons?” Brock asked, as Codi’s dress was skin tight.

"I might just let you try and find them." Codi answered with her naughty smile

"Remember what we doing here?" Brock said, worried Codi had lost her focus.

"We are here to chat with a few of the arms dealers, dealing with General Borbon. I’m your sexy assistant, and you’re a successful rich guy looking to buy some weapons." Codi explained

"Mingle and look beautiful and gather information” Brock reminder Codi. “And stay out in public where we can keep an eye on each other."

"Aye, Aye, Captain” Codi replied. Brock and Codi entered the main party room in the Consulate. The place was beautiful with rich burgundy curtains, marble columns, and deep brown mahogany wall panels. Dozens of immaculately-dressed men and women were holding drinks and talking.

Codi stopped a passing waiter and ordered a drink

“Gin Martini, extra, extra dirty, shaken not stirred.” Codi said, but she noticed a look from Brock. “Just joking… water with ice. Thanks” Then she whispered to Brock “Ian Fleming would be rolling in his grave”

“Yes, if you ordered a gin martini! Bond liked vodka martinis” Brock countered.

A woman walked from across the room directly towards Brock. Tall, at nearly five feet nine with long legs, she had a beautiful face with dark brown eyes and full lips and high cheekbones. Her chestnut hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore an off the shoulder light brown dress in satin that showed off her generous cleavage. She had a nice tattoo of a dagger which pointed to her cleavage.

Her name was Comtesse Teresa Tosti or TT by her friends, daughter of Marc Tosti, head of a powerful crime syndicate in Central America.

“Mr. Brock Landers, Teresa Tosti, I believe we have some business to discuss” she stated in a very forward way. She added “Privately” as she glanced at Codi to dismiss her.

“I’ll wait for you here, Mr. Landers” Codi answered as she was clearly not required for Brock’s “private” meeting.
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