"The Islands of Manhattan"

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"The Islands of Manhattan"​

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For Gunner, this was as perfect a night as nights got. Not for their aesthetic value, but for their enhanced security. That was, of course, his job: providing the people of One New York Plaza a secure place to call home. He'd been doing it for nearly six years, since The Big Blow and the anarchy that soon followed.

The sky above was clear of clouds, allowing the full moon to bathe the "islands" of Manhattan in golden light. And the New York Sea was as flat as a pancake as far as the eye could see.

As far as the eye could see, of course, was a relative term. With the night vision binoculars as well as the 9x scope on his Winchester, Gunner and his Security Force members had an advantage that many didn't enjoy about these parts anymore. The Pirates who plied the New York Sea these days had stopped making pillaging runs on 1NY after Gunner and his newly trained SecForce killed several of them and sunk a handful of small boats.

"I'm going for something hot to drink," he told the Sentry at the post he was visiting.

As he made his rounds to the other Sentry Posts -- on the 20th, 18th, and 11th floors -- he considered the history behind the situation that he and the others found themselves in today. If he'd believed in God, he would have thought it was the Big Man's -- or Big Woman's -- attempt to get rid of those pesky human beings once and for all.

He concluded his Sentry Tour at the 11th Floor Boat Dock Access. He was looking out across the New York Sea through the night vision binoculars, left to right, from Queens to Jersey City -- a view radically different than it was six years earlier -- when he heard an intermittent tapping of metal upon metal. He paused to listen to the Morse Code message ... and felt his skin crawl with goose bumps.

"Sir?" a young, female voice called from inside the Boat Dock Sentry Post, "I'm supposed to tell you--"

"Yes, Sergeant," Gunner cut in, not wanting her to reach the specifics of the message. "Thank you. I heard it."

Gunner had found that communication -- or the lack of it -- had been one of the biggest threats to 1NY early in his role here. He taught his SecForce members first how to use Morse Code and then how to use a heavy wrench or hammer against the fire main pipes -- which ran up and down the elevator shafts and across key floors -- to send their messages, sort of like the Speaking Tubes once used on old ships.

The disadvantage to this form of communication was that anyone within ear shot of a fire main pipe -- and that usually meant everyone -- could hear the tap, tap, tap ... and if they knew Morse Code, then they knew the message.

"She says she's waiting for you in your--"

"Thank you ... Private!" Gunner said, turning as he implied that the young Sergeant was about to lose a couple of those valuable stripes on her arm if she didn't go silent. "I heard."

The young woman's lips were pressed hard together in a failed attempt to hide her humor. She turned and walked away in silence, but as soon as she reached the other Sentries, she -- and they -- burst out in laughter.

"Kids," Gunner mumbled to himself, shaking his head but also smiling, knowing how fun this had to be for his people.

He made his way past the Sentries -- who again cracked up once he'd cleared the room -- and made his way up to the 16th floor. This was home; his home, and only his home. The floor had originally been office suites for a law firm's junior partners and other less important employees because, in the midst of the window offices, was the corporations private gym. Gunner had selected this floor so that he could use the gym for SecForce training ... and so that he wouldn't have to deal with other resident's during his free time.

Gunner used the gym shower, then donned a comfortable pair of loose fitting dungarees and a muscle shirt that showed off why it was named so. He wasn't a big man -- just five and a half feet tall, 165 pounds -- but he was solid as a rock and exceptionally strong for his small form. He shaved, touched a couple of drops of smelly stuff to his neck, then looked himself over.

He wasn't sure why he was getting himself all gussied up. It wasn't like he was going on a date; Gunner was just going to get laid, that's all. Of course, his first-time partner was the most beautiful, most erotic creature he'd ever laid eyes on ... but, hey, no pressure, right?

He slipped into a button up shirt, which he left unbuttoned, then headed to the Living Room portion of his residence, only to find himself alone.

"Hello...?" he called out confused. The message banged out on the pipes had been Eloise will be waiting in your apartment at 9pm sharp. Have fun. She's yours now. He heard a voice from the direction of the bedroom, and called out a hello again, adding, "Eloise...?"

He padded his bare feet down the hard wood floor to the bedroom -- and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her, already nearly naked in a pose that looked like something out of a Playboy photo shoot.

Gunner simply stared at her -- Shock and awe would be the term that came to him later -- with his jaw falling downward and his dick rising upward. Fully dressed, she had been the most dramatically beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Now, here, like this ... Gunner simply didn't know how to proceed. This woman had been out of his class before The Big Blow, and even now she would have been ... if she hadn't been desperate.

I'll take desperation, he thought, moving to her...

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OOC

• Eloise is an available character. If you want to know more about the set up with her, PM me or -- after I update it -- check her temporary profile sheet.
• The concept of the story can be found at this link.
• The story does not have to be based solely inside 1NY.
• I will add more information here and in the OOC as it comes to me.