GentlemanJakeG
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When a Thief Kisses You…(Closed for sweetandsexy3)
“Red and 4’s!!!” the instructor yelled.
Clayton Stokes swung the M-4 around to the right and located a target with a red circle in the upper left corner. He sent 3 rounds into the center mass of the paper target then slowly transition to the center area. He saw another target with a block 4 in the upper left corner and put rounds on that target.
The slide locked back on the rifle. Clayton rotated the weapon to the left and checked that the bolt was in fact, locked to the rear indicating an empty magazine and not some sort of malfunction on the weapon. He then moved his trigger finger from the index point to the magazine release button, pressing it at the same time he was swinging the rifle up into the “Work Space” sending the empty magazine flying off to the left. He ran a fresh magazine into the well and was preparing to prosecute more targets when he heard the range master yelling, “CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!!”
Clayton dropped the muzzle of the rifle into the low ready and was turning to see a Polaris ATV behind the firing line.
The contractor sitting on the ATV yelled, “Gator…you need to go check the baseball scores.”
Clayton, whose call sign was Gator, knew what that meant and it was serious.
After turning in his weapons to the armorer he went to a particular house, in the housing section of the Idlewild Security Training Center.
The training center was a fully functioning campus with class rooms and firing ranges as well as a dining facility and living quarters for the private security contractors preparing to push out for overseas assignments.
It also was cover for the Gnosis Section, a highly classified intelligence gathering organization that operated in complete secrecy and was designed specifically to be non-associable with the United States government in case of exposure.
Once inside the special house, Clayton moved to a panel next to the fireplace. He entered a 9 digit code in the key pad. A green light flashed and he held his right thumb to a clear, plastic pad. A second green light illuminated and then he stared into another lens and had his retina scanned.
There was a beep, and the brick wall opened.
It was not an ordinary elevator.
There were 4 deep bucket seats with 5 way seat belt system on them.
Clayton strapped in and pressed the red button on the right arm rest.
He felt the sense of zero G as he was in free fall straight down. He heard the hissing of the brakes, and then the capsule steadied for an instant. Next he was pressed back into his seat as the capsule accelerated to high speed. 45 seconds later the capsule stopped and soft voice sounded over an intercom, saying “It is now safe to remove the safety harness.”
Clayton got out of the seat and stood in front of the capsule hatch.
The hatched opened and he saw a vast array of computers and high definition TV’s all around the giant control room. Hundreds of technicians, analysts moved around the control room many with boom mikes on their heads. It looked like mission control for a moon launch…only much larger with many more people.
Clayton made his way to the administrative section of the underground base. A secretary told him to go on in the conference room.
Once inside, he saw that the operational manager, Mr. “Red” was seated at the head of the long conference table. To his left was Ms. “Blue” the director of the science division. Across from her was Mr. “Green”, the director of field operations.
Red wasted no time starting.
“Mr. Stokes, the Iranians have an EMP weapon and it is within 45 days of going operational. I don’t need to tell you how negative it would be for the mullahs to have a weapon like that and what it could do to the defense of this country. Your assignment will be to seize a…” he looked at Blue, who turned to face Clayton.
“They have to use a special capacitor to make the weapon work. That capacitor is the critical part necessary to make that weapon operational.”
Green now spoke up, “We have an undercover agent, deep within the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, Quds Force, who is advising the part is currently in a safe in the Iranian embassy in Vienna, Austria.”
“Mr. Stokes, you will infiltrate the embassy, and remove this part and bring it back here so our science division can go over it as well as prevent the weapon from going operational.” Mr. “Red” said softly.
Clayton was now looking through a file that Blue had on the weapon in general and the capacitor specifically.
Clayton looked up.
“Let me get this straight, you want me to just walk into the Iranian embassy, crack a safe, and then walk out with the single most important component to a weapon they believe will give them superiority over us?” Clayton stared at each of them.
Green said, “We know that you might not have the necessary skill sets for this type of operation. That’s why you will need to recruit a subject matter expert for this.”
Green tossed Clayton another file.
Clayton opened it and the first thing he was the mug shot of one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.
“That’s the burglar who broke into the Philadelphia Museum of Art and walked out with the Mawanga Wa Mungu diamond.”
“God’s Light” Clayton said the translation of the Swahili name for the diamond.
“That’s right. She managed to bypass every security measure they had around that diamond, including the laser grid, and walk out with about $700 million worth of diamond. The diamond was never recovered.”
Clayton could not take his eyes off of the picture.
“She escaped from the Women’s Federal Correctional Institution, in Dublin, California 7 days ago.”
Even in a black and white prison mug shot, she easily could have been a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Mr. Stokes, find her, recruit her, and then get the capacitor and end this threat. To help in your recruitment, there is a signed Presidential pardon for every crime she has ever committed.”
Clayton stared at them for a moment, and then said, “And if she tells me to fuck off…then what?”
There was a long silence. Red just stared at Clayton.
Finally, in a soft voice he said, “You will terminate her…”
“Red and 4’s!!!” the instructor yelled.
Clayton Stokes swung the M-4 around to the right and located a target with a red circle in the upper left corner. He sent 3 rounds into the center mass of the paper target then slowly transition to the center area. He saw another target with a block 4 in the upper left corner and put rounds on that target.
The slide locked back on the rifle. Clayton rotated the weapon to the left and checked that the bolt was in fact, locked to the rear indicating an empty magazine and not some sort of malfunction on the weapon. He then moved his trigger finger from the index point to the magazine release button, pressing it at the same time he was swinging the rifle up into the “Work Space” sending the empty magazine flying off to the left. He ran a fresh magazine into the well and was preparing to prosecute more targets when he heard the range master yelling, “CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!!”
Clayton dropped the muzzle of the rifle into the low ready and was turning to see a Polaris ATV behind the firing line.
The contractor sitting on the ATV yelled, “Gator…you need to go check the baseball scores.”
Clayton, whose call sign was Gator, knew what that meant and it was serious.
After turning in his weapons to the armorer he went to a particular house, in the housing section of the Idlewild Security Training Center.
The training center was a fully functioning campus with class rooms and firing ranges as well as a dining facility and living quarters for the private security contractors preparing to push out for overseas assignments.
It also was cover for the Gnosis Section, a highly classified intelligence gathering organization that operated in complete secrecy and was designed specifically to be non-associable with the United States government in case of exposure.
Once inside the special house, Clayton moved to a panel next to the fireplace. He entered a 9 digit code in the key pad. A green light flashed and he held his right thumb to a clear, plastic pad. A second green light illuminated and then he stared into another lens and had his retina scanned.
There was a beep, and the brick wall opened.
It was not an ordinary elevator.
There were 4 deep bucket seats with 5 way seat belt system on them.
Clayton strapped in and pressed the red button on the right arm rest.
He felt the sense of zero G as he was in free fall straight down. He heard the hissing of the brakes, and then the capsule steadied for an instant. Next he was pressed back into his seat as the capsule accelerated to high speed. 45 seconds later the capsule stopped and soft voice sounded over an intercom, saying “It is now safe to remove the safety harness.”
Clayton got out of the seat and stood in front of the capsule hatch.
The hatched opened and he saw a vast array of computers and high definition TV’s all around the giant control room. Hundreds of technicians, analysts moved around the control room many with boom mikes on their heads. It looked like mission control for a moon launch…only much larger with many more people.
Clayton made his way to the administrative section of the underground base. A secretary told him to go on in the conference room.
Once inside, he saw that the operational manager, Mr. “Red” was seated at the head of the long conference table. To his left was Ms. “Blue” the director of the science division. Across from her was Mr. “Green”, the director of field operations.
Red wasted no time starting.
“Mr. Stokes, the Iranians have an EMP weapon and it is within 45 days of going operational. I don’t need to tell you how negative it would be for the mullahs to have a weapon like that and what it could do to the defense of this country. Your assignment will be to seize a…” he looked at Blue, who turned to face Clayton.
“They have to use a special capacitor to make the weapon work. That capacitor is the critical part necessary to make that weapon operational.”
Green now spoke up, “We have an undercover agent, deep within the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, Quds Force, who is advising the part is currently in a safe in the Iranian embassy in Vienna, Austria.”
“Mr. Stokes, you will infiltrate the embassy, and remove this part and bring it back here so our science division can go over it as well as prevent the weapon from going operational.” Mr. “Red” said softly.
Clayton was now looking through a file that Blue had on the weapon in general and the capacitor specifically.
Clayton looked up.
“Let me get this straight, you want me to just walk into the Iranian embassy, crack a safe, and then walk out with the single most important component to a weapon they believe will give them superiority over us?” Clayton stared at each of them.
Green said, “We know that you might not have the necessary skill sets for this type of operation. That’s why you will need to recruit a subject matter expert for this.”
Green tossed Clayton another file.
Clayton opened it and the first thing he was the mug shot of one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.
“That’s the burglar who broke into the Philadelphia Museum of Art and walked out with the Mawanga Wa Mungu diamond.”
“God’s Light” Clayton said the translation of the Swahili name for the diamond.
“That’s right. She managed to bypass every security measure they had around that diamond, including the laser grid, and walk out with about $700 million worth of diamond. The diamond was never recovered.”
Clayton could not take his eyes off of the picture.
“She escaped from the Women’s Federal Correctional Institution, in Dublin, California 7 days ago.”
Even in a black and white prison mug shot, she easily could have been a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Mr. Stokes, find her, recruit her, and then get the capacitor and end this threat. To help in your recruitment, there is a signed Presidential pardon for every crime she has ever committed.”
Clayton stared at them for a moment, and then said, “And if she tells me to fuck off…then what?”
There was a long silence. Red just stared at Clayton.
Finally, in a soft voice he said, “You will terminate her…”
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