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Chapter 20
Liz had been following the instructions and lessening the dosage she administered to Max. The instructions said it must be done slowly to not cause Max physical harm. He had been showing signs of coming around. Liz still cautioned Max about talking. The apartment was bugged. Pierce had told her so. Now, Liz was sitting in Pierce’s office.
“Agent Parker, since you have been with Kyle we are sure that what is required of you won’t be too upsetting. With the correct attitude, you might even find it pleasurable,” Pierce had to almost choke on those words. How could decent human beings allow their bodies to be polluted by alien, anything? Daniel remembered his father. He had been a philosophy professor. The elder Pierce was a firm believer in racial purity. The thought of species purity or the defiling of this, would have made the old man convulse.
Liz was frowning, was she understanding what Pierce wanted. She hadn’t yet, been informed about the other aliens and, without giving herself away, she was hoping that she could learn about their fate. She even had to wonder if Alex and Isabel were still alive.
Pierce continued. “We have another pair, an alien female and a human male. They have already proved that the powers of the aliens are contagious. The next step will be to find out how contagious they are and how we can use these powers. We have set up one of our own men to mate with the female. I do not want to continue this experiment until we know more about how the powers are transformed. We both know that any woman with Kyle is a woman of the world. So what we are setting up is for you to arrange to be intimate with the male alien. Until we learn how this affects you, I am holding back on the second experiment.” Pierce paused and looked carefully at Agent Parker. She did not seem to be disturbed so they had been right that she could be amendable to this assignment. “For you, my dear, you will receive advancement in grade. Who knows, you might even get powers which would make you invaluable to the agency.”
Liz just nodded. Now, she was going to be responsible for all three of the detainees. Isabel and Alex would not be harmed nor would Isabel be sent to the agency man. Max, if he performed, would be protected as long as they needed him.
That morning Isabel, was summoned as usual, to her medical exam. For the last few times, she hadn’t been required to disrobe. She just sat and allowed Dr. Andrews to draw blood. This time when he had sealed the blood capsules, he just sat there looking at Isabel. “I told you that what might be asked of you might be difficult. The time is almost at hand. Please remember that the condition we maintain of Alex is completely up to you. We are reasonably sure that Alex received his powers because the two of you were intimate. We, also, believe you have a lot more control of your bodies than the usual human. The next step will be for you to try to transfer that power to another human under controlled conditions.”
Isabel stared at him coldly, “You mean I am to be raped?”
Andrews shook his head. “I am sure that if you were raped you would completely burn out the mind of your rapist, if you could. No, this must be consensual. You must, also consciously be trying to transfer these powers. You must also remember that the welfare of Alex depends of your performance.”
It was a cold knife that plunged into Isabel’s heart. It was one thing to defend your honor and your body for your own sake, but what did you do when the loss would not be to your person, but rather, the life of someone very dear.
Andrews continued, “This part of the experiment will be delayed a short time because we are experimenting on your brother. It will be necessary to observe how he is able to transfer power to a female agent who we present. As soon as we gain this knowledge, we will return our attention to you. You might as well know that I will be the subject who receives your powers. I will initiate our relationship as soon as the agent we had in Roswell can gain anything from your brother.” With that, Andrews stood and guided Isabel back through the locked door,
Alex and Isabel both knew that any conversation was being recorded. Since they, essentially, were locked in a room together under outside observation, Isabel had been teaching Alex dream walking. She had dubbed this mind-walking because it first demanded the subjects be close mentally and was done in the daytime with both parties awake. It must be stressed that this was still far from mind reading. They just shared emotions and this built into something else where they could almost tell what the other was thinking. Every time Isabel had returned from the medical exams, she had allowed Alex to roam through her mind and she found his presence to be a cleansing. To the observers, they just seemed to be holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes.
This time she begged off. She was sure that Alex would cloud her decision to comply with the doctors new plans. “Alex, honey, I am just stressed. That man pushes me a lot and I am very uncomfortable around him. I need to rest,” Isabel said as she went into the bedroom and closed the door. This was something that Alex had never been exposed to before. Usually, Isabel welcomed his presence and looked forward to their sessions of privacy together. Their night-time love making had become difficult. Knowing you are on camera takes getting used to, even for dedicated porn stars. For most folks, the intimacy is partly enhanced by the privacy they enjoy to be shared with only their mates. Alex could hear Isabel sobbing through the door. He didn’t know what to do, so he just sat and thought.
Liz was guided back to Max’s room. He was now sitting up and talking some. Liz thought, they had confused her with one of Kyle’s girls who they considered whores. Liz shook her head. She hated that term. Why did men imply women who had sexual experiences were whores, while men who did were super studs. As long as Kyle’s girls were willing, that should be their own business. Well, Liz had very little sexual experience. The biggest affair she’d ever had, was last weekend and that was with the man they had assigned her to seduce. Her compliance with Max would assure Isabel more time before they stepped up their demands on her. It was implied that Isabel was being controlled by the welfare of Alex.
Elizabeth entered the room. The click of the exterior lock was a reminder that even though, she was considered to be counted, with the masters, she was still a slave to their orders.
Liz bent over and kissed Max. He was surprised because he knew that they were not supposed to know each other. Everything they did was being observed. Liz led Max to the couch. They sat close. Then she engaged him in passionate embrace. The passion was strong enough that the flashes were initiated. Max jerked back. He had seen what they were expecting of Liz. Max wasn’t an animal. He didn’t mate for the pleasure of observers. Liz took his face in her hands. This time it took considerable time before the flash, again, was initiated. It took even longer for Max to understand that the safety of all four depended on his willingness to comply to what Liz had been instructed. Max felt for Isabel. At least what was expected in him was what he would have been doing anyway, given his freedom. Isabel was being commanded to go against her lover. Alex was caught, a victim depending upon the actions of others. Liz stood and pulled at Max’s arm. “No, Liz we will make love tonight,” was his response.
The observers sighed, they were hoping for a show but the night cameras would record things just as well, even if in shades of green and yellow.
It was afternoon before Isabel came out of the bedroom. Maybe it should be said that it was what passed for afternoon. Being underground the captives only had the mechanical devices supplied by their captors to indicate passages of time or to mark important times of the normal day. Isabel sat by Alex and pulled herself close to him. They embraced.
Now this mental stuff was all dependent on the recipient. To Isabel, it was extensions of the bubbles of dream walking. There were just several bubbles all from the same person. You enter each bubble and observed the thoughts/feelings there in. To Liz, it was like a collage of bits of film. The vignettes each ran like incomplete sentences or thoughts. You had to assemble several before you got a complete thought. To Alex, it was like a large ballroom where many visions of Isabel were standing around and like asking different Isabel’s to dance, he approached each to receive its message. This time when he was embracing Isabel, the ball room was darkened. He saw many familiar things but there were doors to the room that were closed. There were ladies versions of Isabel who were unresponsive when asked to dance. This had never happened before. Isabel was hiding something she felt strongly about. Then he saw, like a bright star, Isabel dressed in white. When he approached her, he was hit with an extreme desire to make love, make love in the light where every move of his naked body would be filmed in living color. He still took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Michael felt that they had been careful. Neither he nor Tess had gone out where they could be seen. Maria had come and gone, but she was not wanted to their knowledge. Michael knew that she feared both for him and also, for herself. Michael knew that Kyle was in the room with Tess. Maria had seen him when she delivered the groceries and things that Tess had requested.
Michael was sitting dressed only in his boxers. He knew that Maria hated this, but there just wasn’t enough activity to encourage him to quit this sloppiness of his character. After she set down the packages, Michael pulled her to him. At first, this annoyed Maria. It was the middle of the day for gosh sakes! Then, Maria thought, she had been allowed to go out. Michael didn’t dare show his face apart from this room. His insecurities must be on overdrive.
Maria collapsed into his lap. Their souls intermingled. She faced his insecurities of being trapped and he attacked her fears of being captured. Through no conscious volition on her part, Maria’s clothes began to shed themselves and lie on the floor. Maria felt her body rise into almost a sweat. Michael’s kisses became hotter and his hands became more intrusive. Maria felt her hand crawl into his boxers as she felt the intensity of his passion. She knew that within seconds, Michael would ask her to stand and rid both of them of their underwear.
The suddenness of the concussion is what the agency counted upon. The shock of the prima cord fired within the confines of a room had been known to cause nosebleeds and always messed up hearing for several days. It was obvious that these two were in the act of copulation. The known male alien was identified and it had been suggested that he might be in the company of the fourth alien. The fourth alien had been identified as female and blonde. Two darts caught Michael in the chest and one caught Maria in the arm. Michael went out immediately, but Maria let out a sound like a banshee.
Kyle had been also, sitting around in his boxers. He likewise, was bored by inactivity. Tess was sitting nearby dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. The blast from Maria’s room had been filtered through Three walls before it got to Kyle. His reaction was different from either Maria or Michael. First, it was muffled and then, Kyle had set off enough of those charges, in the past, to know exactly what this was.
Kyle grabbed Tess and shoved her into the bedroom. His next action was to spring to the coat rack where he had placed the big pistol. By practiced action, Kyle grabbed the spare magazine also. He opened the door and saw the men carrying Michael. This was not the time for Kyle to worry about his previous work-mates. He killed the last man holding Michael’s legs. This caused the whole group to fall. As the second group was bringing out a rapidly failing Maria, Kyle dropped the second man.
Kyle had started with13 shots in the Bren and 12 in the spare magazine. He could have taken down most of the squad. The leader was covered by being behind the bodies of Maria and Michael. He threw a smoke grenade and someone followed by a burst of full automatic fire that caused Kyle to hit the floor. He couldn’t see anything anyway. It would be too dangerous to fire with Michael and Maria somewhere on the other side of that smoke.
Jim was awakened by Kyle’s call. He sat down the phone when Kyle was through. Amy, Maria’s mother, was by his side and she asked in a sleepy voice, “What is it dear?”
“That was Kyle, Maria was with Michael and they snatched both of them,” Jim told her.
Amy instantly became awake. Why would anyone kidnap Maria? I haven’t any money and neither does she.”
Jim put his arm around Amy. “We just don’t know, dear. We will have to see what can be done in the morning.” That, obviously, wasn’t enough for Amy, but that is all Jim could offer tonight.
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Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
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History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
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Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
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Chapter 21
Being a megalomaniac does have it charm. You do not present decisions to be argued. You do not have to tell those working for you that you are forming the plans. You just say, “For now, it is on a need to know basis.” When your plans work, you do not have to share credit with anyone. There are down sides. You send your subordinates out to carry out orders. Things do not always go the way you envisioned. Your subordinates do totally useless things because they did not have the complete picture of what they were doing. Pierce had said that the fourth alien was a blonde female. He had given the exact name and description of the remaining male alien. He had suggested that the blonde alien might even be the mate of the male. The men agreed. If these two weren’t mating, they did not know what they were doing. It was still some time, before it was discovered, that the alien count was only up to three. There was still one of the critters loose.
Michael was put in one of the glass rooms which had housed Max and Isabel. Maria was out in the other one. Because of the activity they had been caught at, Michael only had on his boxers and Maria only had her panties. They were both quickly given anti power drugs. The Special Unit was about to learn something new. When the powers infected a human and were set off by the drug, which inhibited the alien, the powers were directly proportional to the temperment and anger of the human. Alex was usually a calm, rational man. The drugs had amplified his powers to completely trash the room. Maria was not calm, seldom rational and at the moment strapped to a table wearing only her panties. She was furious. Maria sent the first technician flying through the door. Through the door, that is, without opening or unlocking it. To her left, she saw Michael lying helpless on the gurney. The glass to the front and right of her room were immediately exploded. Michael was strapped to a wheel chair and brought in to Maria. She was released and with threats toward Michael, she just sat there. She was thrown a tunic with which she covered herself. It wasn’t much, but at least, she was not topless just in her panties.
Pierce stood behind Michael. “You are one of those unfortunate humans who have gained powers from being with an alien. We already have an infected human and, also, both a male and female alien. If you do not behave, I will just kill this male. Then probably, I will have to kill you, also. You must learn that both of your welfares will be in your hands. Behave, and you can eventually be put together. Act up and you will receive one more shot. This last shot will be a bit more decisive and final.”
Maria looked at Michael. He looked so pitiful. He could not hold up his head so they had strapped it so that he looked at her. She could see recognition in his eyes, but the rest of his body was paralyzed. Maria must be the responsible one. The sparking went down in her fingers. Michael just sat there, he couldn’t even shut his eyelids. As the drugs wore off which had made Maria hyper, she slipped into a sleep. It was a dark sleep with out dreams.
Charlie Whitman got word to his military friends. Six men would be sent. They were all Delta Force. The Delta Force was one of those groups which surface from time to time in military history. It has always been seen, that there are special operations in war or out of war, which need very special people to accomplish them. In war and in peace, there are always men of vision who organize selected people, people of independence and intelligence. People, who can think on the move and who, after working together, can form a bond like a really good marriage. These will be people who, when given circumstances, they will know what the rest of the team will decide. These were the six men sent to Roswell. They had medium length hair, rough beards and were wearing jeans or baggy slacks. They were all on leave, personal leave to attend a sick friend. The military did not deploy on American soil.
It was agreed that the six men, agent Jones and Kyle would be the team. The military frowned, but Kyle explained it. “This is a lot more than a military mission. In fact, if asked, we will all deny that any active military men were involved. We have two civilians and one agent involved. There also, are three aliens being held captive. We need you to get us quietly into the facility”
The men of Delta Force had been handed all sorts of assignments. They had learned not to judge, but to act in ways that allowed the mission to be completed and to extract themselves with the highest probability of safety. ‘Aliens’ had registered as just the people they were set to rescue. It would hit home sometime later, what was meant by aliens.
It was agreed that they would all meet at the Crashdown restaurant. The Parkers were there, along with Charles Whitman and Philip and Diane Evans. Sheriff Valenti was along to advise about local resources. What wasn’t agreed upon was who was the leader.
Of course, the military were the experts at cracking something like Eagle Rock. Agent Jones felt that they were taking down a rogue FBI unit. He felt that this should be, essentially, an agency operation. Either he or Kyle should assume nominal leadership. Kyle shook his head. He was going in, but he intended to take out Pierce. That was all he was thinking about. If you looked closely you could see that he was wearing those little electronic hearing aid inserts which allowed normal sound, but blocked loud noises. He intended his Bren to, once again, roar.
Sergeant Beamas, had volunteered when he heard that Sergeant Charlie needed help. CW had called him the first thing. Sergeant Beamas had a father, now deceased, who always swore that it was only by the efforts of Sergeant Charles Whitman that he ever made it out of the hell-hole he had found himself in. Sergeant Beamas wanted to help rescue Sergeant Charlie’s kid, but he wasn’t about to allow the other men to jump into something that was ill thought out.
There was a little voice. “I will be the leader. You will be given objectives and it is up to you how they are achieved.”
Everyone looked around. Standing beside Kyle was a small blonde woman with blue eyes. Beside her, was another man who was best described as scary. His hair was in array and his sport coat was soiled and torn. Looking at his face made you worry that insanity was close. “Mad Eddie will help you with information. He has been all through the facility. When he is focused, he has a good memory. Sergeant Beamas looked at the other men with him, “Begging your pardon, Ma’am. Why should we trust you to be the leader?”
Tess calmly looked at the men before her. “Because three of the people we are going to rescue are my people. I am an alien.” Even though the Crashdown was brightly lit, the room got dark. The walls of the restaurant became black and they ran with blood. The six delta force men recognized it. Kyle and Agent Jones recognized it. The smell of fresh blood permeated the room. From the floor at each person’s feet flames rose. They licked their legs and they could feel the burning.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, it stopped. The lights were bright and the fresh smell of coffee whiffed through the air. “We are going to rescue my king and his choice of consort,” Tess stated. Kyle standing beside Tess hugged her closely.
Since she had started to settle down, Maria was moved along with Michael still on the gurney, into an apartment just like that of the other two couples. Maria was given instructions on his tapering dosages and she proceeded to administer his medicine. Michael was starting to sit up and he could talk a little.
Maria suddenly heard a knock at the locked door and she approached it. “Come in if you have the key,” she invited.
The door opened and Doctor Andrews entered. He looked over at Michael and then, back at Maria. “Please come with me. You can tell Michael all about it when you get back.”
There was a wild look in Michael’s eyes. He still couldn’t move very well so Maria patted him on the shoulder and left with the doctor. Again just outside their apartment was another small doctor’s office. Doctor Andrews indicated a chair and Maria was seated. “Miss DeLuca, capturing you was probably a mistake. It was assumed that since you were copulating with the alien, you were the fourth alien. Since you are now here, there will be conditions for your safety and well being. I will require your full cooperation. We have uses for the both of you, but if you take more resources than we are willing to allow, you will just be removed.
Maria frowned at him. “What do you mean by removed?” she asked.
“Oh come now, Miss DeLuca, as long as you are of use to us and are not too much trouble, we will let you live. If you cause trouble, we will just remove you. We already have a human subject with the other male alien and soon we will start a new male human with the female alien. Right now, I need to do a comparison between you, who have been with the alien for a long time with the female human who we just introduced to her alien. I need to do a complete medical examination.” Doctor Andrews was trying to explain to Maria what he needed from her. He would tell her later, about a plan which was forming in his mind.
Maria frowned and started to say something.
“Remember, Miss DeLuca. I need your cooperation,” the doctor reminded her.”
Andrews indicated a hospital gown and the house coat and left for Maria to get dressed.
Maria hated doctors. Later, when she thought about the monitoring system in the apartments, she hated Andrews even more. Putting on that hospital gown must have been a real peep show for these perverts. She didn’t know it, but she had the same exam that Liz and Isabel had received.
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Chapter 21
Being a megalomaniac does have it charm. You do not present decisions to be argued. You do not have to tell those working for you that you are forming the plans. You just say, “For now, it is on a need to know basis.” When your plans work, you do not have to share credit with anyone. There are down sides. You send your subordinates out to carry out orders. Things do not always go the way you envisioned. Your subordinates do totally useless things because they did not have the complete picture of what they were doing. Pierce had said that the fourth alien was a blonde female. He had given the exact name and description of the remaining male alien. He had suggested that the blonde alien might even be the mate of the male. The men agreed. If these two weren’t mating, they did not know what they were doing. It was still some time, before it was discovered, that the alien count was only up to three. There was still one of the critters loose.
Michael was put in one of the glass rooms which had housed Max and Isabel. Maria was out in the other one. Because of the activity they had been caught at, Michael only had on his boxers and Maria only had her panties. They were both quickly given anti power drugs. The Special Unit was about to learn something new. When the powers infected a human and were set off by the drug, which inhibited the alien, the powers were directly proportional to the temperment and anger of the human. Alex was usually a calm, rational man. The drugs had amplified his powers to completely trash the room. Maria was not calm, seldom rational and at the moment strapped to a table wearing only her panties. She was furious. Maria sent the first technician flying through the door. Through the door, that is, without opening or unlocking it. To her left, she saw Michael lying helpless on the gurney. The glass to the front and right of her room were immediately exploded. Michael was strapped to a wheel chair and brought in to Maria. She was released and with threats toward Michael, she just sat there. She was thrown a tunic with which she covered herself. It wasn’t much, but at least, she was not topless just in her panties.
Pierce stood behind Michael. “You are one of those unfortunate humans who have gained powers from being with an alien. We already have an infected human and, also, both a male and female alien. If you do not behave, I will just kill this male. Then probably, I will have to kill you, also. You must learn that both of your welfares will be in your hands. Behave, and you can eventually be put together. Act up and you will receive one more shot. This last shot will be a bit more decisive and final.”
Maria looked at Michael. He looked so pitiful. He could not hold up his head so they had strapped it so that he looked at her. She could see recognition in his eyes, but the rest of his body was paralyzed. Maria must be the responsible one. The sparking went down in her fingers. Michael just sat there, he couldn’t even shut his eyelids. As the drugs wore off which had made Maria hyper, she slipped into a sleep. It was a dark sleep with out dreams.
Charlie Whitman got word to his military friends. Six men would be sent. They were all Delta Force. The Delta Force was one of those groups which surface from time to time in military history. It has always been seen, that there are special operations in war or out of war, which need very special people to accomplish them. In war and in peace, there are always men of vision who organize selected people, people of independence and intelligence. People, who can think on the move and who, after working together, can form a bond like a really good marriage. These will be people who, when given circumstances, they will know what the rest of the team will decide. These were the six men sent to Roswell. They had medium length hair, rough beards and were wearing jeans or baggy slacks. They were all on leave, personal leave to attend a sick friend. The military did not deploy on American soil.
It was agreed that the six men, agent Jones and Kyle would be the team. The military frowned, but Kyle explained it. “This is a lot more than a military mission. In fact, if asked, we will all deny that any active military men were involved. We have two civilians and one agent involved. There also, are three aliens being held captive. We need you to get us quietly into the facility”
The men of Delta Force had been handed all sorts of assignments. They had learned not to judge, but to act in ways that allowed the mission to be completed and to extract themselves with the highest probability of safety. ‘Aliens’ had registered as just the people they were set to rescue. It would hit home sometime later, what was meant by aliens.
It was agreed that they would all meet at the Crashdown restaurant. The Parkers were there, along with Charles Whitman and Philip and Diane Evans. Sheriff Valenti was along to advise about local resources. What wasn’t agreed upon was who was the leader.
Of course, the military were the experts at cracking something like Eagle Rock. Agent Jones felt that they were taking down a rogue FBI unit. He felt that this should be, essentially, an agency operation. Either he or Kyle should assume nominal leadership. Kyle shook his head. He was going in, but he intended to take out Pierce. That was all he was thinking about. If you looked closely you could see that he was wearing those little electronic hearing aid inserts which allowed normal sound, but blocked loud noises. He intended his Bren to, once again, roar.
Sergeant Beamas, had volunteered when he heard that Sergeant Charlie needed help. CW had called him the first thing. Sergeant Beamas had a father, now deceased, who always swore that it was only by the efforts of Sergeant Charles Whitman that he ever made it out of the hell-hole he had found himself in. Sergeant Beamas wanted to help rescue Sergeant Charlie’s kid, but he wasn’t about to allow the other men to jump into something that was ill thought out.
There was a little voice. “I will be the leader. You will be given objectives and it is up to you how they are achieved.”
Everyone looked around. Standing beside Kyle was a small blonde woman with blue eyes. Beside her, was another man who was best described as scary. His hair was in array and his sport coat was soiled and torn. Looking at his face made you worry that insanity was close. “Mad Eddie will help you with information. He has been all through the facility. When he is focused, he has a good memory. Sergeant Beamas looked at the other men with him, “Begging your pardon, Ma’am. Why should we trust you to be the leader?”
Tess calmly looked at the men before her. “Because three of the people we are going to rescue are my people. I am an alien.” Even though the Crashdown was brightly lit, the room got dark. The walls of the restaurant became black and they ran with blood. The six delta force men recognized it. Kyle and Agent Jones recognized it. The smell of fresh blood permeated the room. From the floor at each person’s feet flames rose. They licked their legs and they could feel the burning.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, it stopped. The lights were bright and the fresh smell of coffee whiffed through the air. “We are going to rescue my king and his choice of consort,” Tess stated. Kyle standing beside Tess hugged her closely.
Since she had started to settle down, Maria was moved along with Michael still on the gurney, into an apartment just like that of the other two couples. Maria was given instructions on his tapering dosages and she proceeded to administer his medicine. Michael was starting to sit up and he could talk a little.
Maria suddenly heard a knock at the locked door and she approached it. “Come in if you have the key,” she invited.
The door opened and Doctor Andrews entered. He looked over at Michael and then, back at Maria. “Please come with me. You can tell Michael all about it when you get back.”
There was a wild look in Michael’s eyes. He still couldn’t move very well so Maria patted him on the shoulder and left with the doctor. Again just outside their apartment was another small doctor’s office. Doctor Andrews indicated a chair and Maria was seated. “Miss DeLuca, capturing you was probably a mistake. It was assumed that since you were copulating with the alien, you were the fourth alien. Since you are now here, there will be conditions for your safety and well being. I will require your full cooperation. We have uses for the both of you, but if you take more resources than we are willing to allow, you will just be removed.
Maria frowned at him. “What do you mean by removed?” she asked.
“Oh come now, Miss DeLuca, as long as you are of use to us and are not too much trouble, we will let you live. If you cause trouble, we will just remove you. We already have a human subject with the other male alien and soon we will start a new male human with the female alien. Right now, I need to do a comparison between you, who have been with the alien for a long time with the female human who we just introduced to her alien. I need to do a complete medical examination.” Doctor Andrews was trying to explain to Maria what he needed from her. He would tell her later, about a plan which was forming in his mind.
Maria frowned and started to say something.
“Remember, Miss DeLuca. I need your cooperation,” the doctor reminded her.”
Andrews indicated a hospital gown and the house coat and left for Maria to get dressed.
Maria hated doctors. Later, when she thought about the monitoring system in the apartments, she hated Andrews even more. Putting on that hospital gown must have been a real peep show for these perverts. She didn’t know it, but she had the same exam that Liz and Isabel had received.
Good teachers are born that way, not made. No! Good human beings, are born that way. Some of them become teachers.
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
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Chapter 22
Isabel dreaded the morning exams. They were not as intrusive as before, but the implication was for far more serious things soon to come. Isabel had almost given up any thought of rescue. She just hoped Alex could learn to understand. This was something she had to do for both of their sakes. Andrews was such a cold fish. He asked if Alex brought candy or flowers when they dated. He wanted to know her taste in music and food. She was being forced to have sex with the man, but he was considering this to be a date. Isabel had no hope of rescue. She was just doing what she needed to save herself and Alex. She had been thinking of the agent assigned to Max. She wondered how he was doing. She had found at least one amusing thing. What if the agent assigned to Max had been Agent Parker?
Liz had always been rather shy, especially about matters of sex. Now to protect Isabel, she was screwing Max like a pro. Liz knew that her body was being photographed every night. Max was still retiring. Liz had to, almost, make him perform. She kept trying to show Max in flashes without giving too much away to the observers, that their performance was all that was delaying Isabel from having to consent to sex with the doctor.
Liz, too, dreaded the knock on the door which proceeded the daily doctor’s meeting. She still was subjected to exams several times a week. Today, they just talked for a while. Then, Doctor Andrews drew out a syringe. Liz could not take her eyes off the needle. Andrews pushed a button and two men came in and took Liz’s arms. They led her to a gurney and strapped her down. There was no use in struggling. Liz was terrified about what was happening. She looked into Andrews face. There was no compassion or any other readable feature. He could have just been inoculating a rat for all the interest he showed.
Liz felt the warmth, which flowed through her veins. If she had been a drinker, she would have compared it to the feeling of a stiff Scotch as the alcohol worked its way through her body. She, also, was beginning to feel an anxiety which she had never felt before. They had her tied down very tight and Liz couldn’t see her hands. She did see sparks starting to fly where her hands were below her line of sight. All of the technicians and Doctor Andrews were standing outside the observation room. They were all watching Liz over closed circuit video. To one of the straps, which held her ankle in place, there was affixed a thin wire in a heavy insulation. Andrews threw a switch and Liz was subjected to a shock of several thousand volts for an extremely short time. It was very painful. The glass around the observation room proceeded to crack.
“She is not as strong as the male human was,” one technician stated.
“Yes, but she has not been with the alien as long as the male was with the female alien,” Andrews said. He was having trouble containing himself because this meant that he could go forward with his project with the female alien. It also meant something far greater. Doctor Andrews was going to have to see Pierce soon.
It took almost two hours for Liz to calm down enough for them to release her bonds. “I am sorry, Agent. It was necessary for us to tie you down since we had no idea of how strong you might be. Sorry, also, for the shock. That was the only way we could clinically cause you enough anger to reach for the powers.”
Liz wasn’t sure what she thought about what had happened. She had been subjected to pain and she had reacted. Now, once again, she was responsible for taking care of Max.
Max was worried when they returned Liz. She was weak and the technicians had to help her into the room and to sit down. She had never been gone this long before. “What did you do to her?” Max inquired but he might as well been talking to the deaf. The technicians totally ignored him. One observer, though, did make a notation. “The subject is showing concern for the agent. That may mean that they bond quickly with others. A note for the final plan awaiting for permission from Director Pierce.
“Damn it, Daniel, this could clear the way for us to progress much faster. We only have two males and one female. If we could prove the infected human females are able to infect others, then the project would snowball. This is your chance to be on the cutting edge. Okay, so you won’t pollute yourself by going to an alien. That DeLuca woman is perfectly human. You make her infect you, then we will be in the forefront of the revolution. Both of us will have powers that no one can stop. It will be sometime before we can use the Parker woman. She needs to be with the alien for much longer. She has power, but it is still limited.”
Damn all zealots and their beliefs! Doctor Andrews saw so much to gain from Isabel, he just couldn’t understand Daniel Pierce’s prejudices. Now, he had presented Pierce a perfectly human alternative. This was one that needed to be investigated as soon as possible. If he could talk Pierce into having sex with the DeLuca subject, then he could compare the progress between himself, he going to an alien and Pierce going to an infected human.
Andrews knocked on Michael and Maria’s door for the second time. That had never happened before. Andrews held the door as Maria docilely entered the office. It wasn’t that Maria had completely given up there just didn’t seem to be any other choice.
“Miss DeLuca, again we need you to perform to earn your safety and your keep,” The doctor said. “We know that you are infected and we have all but proven that the infection is spread by copulation with aliens. Now, we need to show that infected humans can also spread the infection of powers.” Doctor Andrews waited for all this to sink in before he continued.
“We need you to establish a relationship with a human and for us to observe how he acquires power,” Doctor Andrews finished.
Maria frowned for several minutes. “You mean that I am to fuck some guy that you send to me, just to see if he develops powers?”
Andrews gave what he meant for a smile, “Yes, but it will be necessary for you to do this several times. We do not think the contagion is that easy to spread that you could just go to a man one time and immediately he would develop these powers.”
Maria felt both anger and fear rising within her. “No, no this is totally unacceptable. I am not a whore, nor am I a lab rat to just do things for your amusement.” If Maria could have summoned powers without the drugs, she would have burnt Andrews, and anyone else close by, to a crisp. What he was suggesting was just not reasonable. She studied his face. The fear passed the anger. This wasn’t a suggestion. He was making an order. Once again she said, “No, what do you think I am?”
Andrews walked over to a wall and opened a panel that Maria had not noticed before. Somehow, the panel was a one way view into their apartment. Maria saw Michael sitting with his head in his hands. She saw the despair. He was being confronted by forces which were threatening both himself and Maria and he had no way to fight them. “Maria, I think you are a compassionate woman who loves your alien and you would do anything to protect your existence with him. Both of you are depending on your cooperation in this venture,” Doctor Andrews stated.
It was a much subdued Maria, who was returned to Michael. Isabel was able to hide from Alex what she was commanded to do to preserve their wellbeing. Maria just wasn’t that skilled. Even with her trying to hide them, Michael received flashes.
“My god, Maria, you don’t intend to go through with that?” Michael exclaimed.
“Michael, what choice do I have?” Maria sobbed.
Michael looked at her sternly, “Maria, there is always a choice.”
Maria looked down at her hands. “Michael, here we don’t have a choice that we can live with. If circumstances were reversed, tell me that you wouldn’t do anything you could to keep us both safe.”
“It is not the same thing, Maria,” Michael said.
“Michael, are you telling me that you wouldn’t fuck some women if that was what it took to save both of our lives,” Maria said as she put her arm around him. “Quit being sexist. I am just doing what is needed to protect us.”
Michael just shook his head. A man was supposed to protect his woman. Here she was prostituting herself at the price of their lives. It was so hard for him to accept. He stretched his powers. His hands barely sparked. He was still being surpressed.
In another apartment, Isabel was confronting Alex. Tried as hard as she could, he finally had slipped through the secret that she had been hiding. “Izzy, do you want to go to the doctor?” Alex asked.
Isabel made a face, “Alex, of course I don’t. You were my first love and you will always be my only love. I am just being forced to take part in the physical side of sex to save our lives. It doesn’t mean that I love you any less.”
Alex was trying to think of something to say. Of course, he trusted Isabel. But would she be the same person after she had been with another man several times? How strong was love, anyway? They had always believed that love, was cemented by the physical side of sex. What was the physical side but the promise that when they chose they would have children? What would happen if Isabel was made pregnant by the doctor? Alex and Isabel had tried to have children for some time. The irony was that some stranger, a man who Isabel could never love because his hold on her was by force, might succeed in creating a child. How would Alex face that if it happened?
As he was holding Isabel, Alex’s mind soared. What if the situation was that he had to father a race to protect her? Would he do it? No, not would he, but could he. Could he be so careless with his seed to cast it aside to be raised in institutions, raised without a parents love. Alex wasn’t sure. Then, he thought. These were conjectures. The surety was that if Isabel didn’t do what the doctor ordered, they both would probably be killed unless they were needed for other experiments. Alex shuddered, as he thought, what the other experiments might the plans of the unit entail.
Max had been holding Liz for some time. She still hadn’t recovered. His healing powers were suppressed, just like his defensive ones. There was nothing he could do, but offer comfort to her. Max let his mind wonder. Here, he was no different than any human lover. His woman was hurt and all he could do was hold her and pray in his own way. He was also beginning to worry about who else was now captured. From Liz, he had the impression that Isabel and Alex had been taken. He also worried about the fate of Maria and Michael. How would the volatile Maria take to captivity? He had no assurance that they had been taken, but something that Liz had thought made him wonder. What about Tess? They had all partially ignored Tess. Her obsession to him had obscured feelings like he had for the others. Max had been lonely most of his life. Tess had the same loneliness. No, he wasn’t sad that he hadn’t gone to Tess, but she was a fellow alien and he should have had some way to lessen her torment.
Max delved deeper into what flashes he had gotten from Liz. The proud Isabel, how would she accept being made into a whore? Max knew that her soul was held by Alex. Suddenly, an icy knife struck Max. What were they preparing Liz for? He knew that they didn’t want her to have powers for her own benefit. Were they thinking that she might be able to infect others? A real typhoid Mary, but with the necessity that she must be intimate to spread her infection.
Could Max get power from somewhere? He remembered the story of Sampson in the Bible. Max wasn’t sure where Earth’s religions held him. They had been written with the assurance that there were no more souls than were found here on Earth. Sampson had lost his power. He prayed for one more chance and with that revival of power, Sampson destroyed the building he was in killing himself. He, also, had shown that he refused to be used for plans apart from his own beliefs. Max began to see if there was any energy in his body. If he could implode, he could kill the Special Unit and all the captives before they suffered any more.
Mad Eddie had almost a photographic mind. Given focus as Tess had said, he could remember every tile in Eagle Rock. They had been young. The Feds had left after the death of the interrogators who had lost Nasado.
“There were ten of us. We all were geeks of some sort. If the feds had held aliens, there certainly must be some sorts of technology still here. The feds were all gone. The locks were either mechanical or computer controlled. It was easy to see that power still flowed into the facility. The mechanical locks were a snap. With proper picks, any one could open them. The computer locks took some study. They were either based on prime numbers or on random numbers, but the algorithm for the random numbers was simple. At the time when they had been created, the easiest way to construct random numbers was with powers of Pi. Yes, that symbol usually known to high school students as 3.14 when taken to many digets and then, taken to powers, this could be used to generate numbers that appeared random. For geeks of our day, this was a lunch room challenge. In less than an hour, we were in.
Eddie was drawing maps for the first four levels below ground. Kyle was sure that they hadn’t had time to go any lower in their reclamation. Kyle was sure that security had improved, but the army boys assured him that it wasn’t anything they weren’t familiar with.
The commandos would go in first. As soon as they had made their entrance, Kyle and Agent Jones would head for the second floor below ground. When the ground floor was secure, the commandos would filter down to where the offices and experimental labs were found. Tess and Mad Eddie would follow. They would only have Tess’s powers for protection. Sheriff Valenti would bring in his deputies to secure the grounds. All captives and any prisoners would immediately be brought before Philip and a board of lawyers he had brought from back east. A hospital unit would be sent from the nearby airbase. They could expect some casualties.
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Chapter 22
Isabel dreaded the morning exams. They were not as intrusive as before, but the implication was for far more serious things soon to come. Isabel had almost given up any thought of rescue. She just hoped Alex could learn to understand. This was something she had to do for both of their sakes. Andrews was such a cold fish. He asked if Alex brought candy or flowers when they dated. He wanted to know her taste in music and food. She was being forced to have sex with the man, but he was considering this to be a date. Isabel had no hope of rescue. She was just doing what she needed to save herself and Alex. She had been thinking of the agent assigned to Max. She wondered how he was doing. She had found at least one amusing thing. What if the agent assigned to Max had been Agent Parker?
Liz had always been rather shy, especially about matters of sex. Now to protect Isabel, she was screwing Max like a pro. Liz knew that her body was being photographed every night. Max was still retiring. Liz had to, almost, make him perform. She kept trying to show Max in flashes without giving too much away to the observers, that their performance was all that was delaying Isabel from having to consent to sex with the doctor.
Liz, too, dreaded the knock on the door which proceeded the daily doctor’s meeting. She still was subjected to exams several times a week. Today, they just talked for a while. Then, Doctor Andrews drew out a syringe. Liz could not take her eyes off the needle. Andrews pushed a button and two men came in and took Liz’s arms. They led her to a gurney and strapped her down. There was no use in struggling. Liz was terrified about what was happening. She looked into Andrews face. There was no compassion or any other readable feature. He could have just been inoculating a rat for all the interest he showed.
Liz felt the warmth, which flowed through her veins. If she had been a drinker, she would have compared it to the feeling of a stiff Scotch as the alcohol worked its way through her body. She, also, was beginning to feel an anxiety which she had never felt before. They had her tied down very tight and Liz couldn’t see her hands. She did see sparks starting to fly where her hands were below her line of sight. All of the technicians and Doctor Andrews were standing outside the observation room. They were all watching Liz over closed circuit video. To one of the straps, which held her ankle in place, there was affixed a thin wire in a heavy insulation. Andrews threw a switch and Liz was subjected to a shock of several thousand volts for an extremely short time. It was very painful. The glass around the observation room proceeded to crack.
“She is not as strong as the male human was,” one technician stated.
“Yes, but she has not been with the alien as long as the male was with the female alien,” Andrews said. He was having trouble containing himself because this meant that he could go forward with his project with the female alien. It also meant something far greater. Doctor Andrews was going to have to see Pierce soon.
It took almost two hours for Liz to calm down enough for them to release her bonds. “I am sorry, Agent. It was necessary for us to tie you down since we had no idea of how strong you might be. Sorry, also, for the shock. That was the only way we could clinically cause you enough anger to reach for the powers.”
Liz wasn’t sure what she thought about what had happened. She had been subjected to pain and she had reacted. Now, once again, she was responsible for taking care of Max.
Max was worried when they returned Liz. She was weak and the technicians had to help her into the room and to sit down. She had never been gone this long before. “What did you do to her?” Max inquired but he might as well been talking to the deaf. The technicians totally ignored him. One observer, though, did make a notation. “The subject is showing concern for the agent. That may mean that they bond quickly with others. A note for the final plan awaiting for permission from Director Pierce.
“Damn it, Daniel, this could clear the way for us to progress much faster. We only have two males and one female. If we could prove the infected human females are able to infect others, then the project would snowball. This is your chance to be on the cutting edge. Okay, so you won’t pollute yourself by going to an alien. That DeLuca woman is perfectly human. You make her infect you, then we will be in the forefront of the revolution. Both of us will have powers that no one can stop. It will be sometime before we can use the Parker woman. She needs to be with the alien for much longer. She has power, but it is still limited.”
Damn all zealots and their beliefs! Doctor Andrews saw so much to gain from Isabel, he just couldn’t understand Daniel Pierce’s prejudices. Now, he had presented Pierce a perfectly human alternative. This was one that needed to be investigated as soon as possible. If he could talk Pierce into having sex with the DeLuca subject, then he could compare the progress between himself, he going to an alien and Pierce going to an infected human.
Andrews knocked on Michael and Maria’s door for the second time. That had never happened before. Andrews held the door as Maria docilely entered the office. It wasn’t that Maria had completely given up there just didn’t seem to be any other choice.
“Miss DeLuca, again we need you to perform to earn your safety and your keep,” The doctor said. “We know that you are infected and we have all but proven that the infection is spread by copulation with aliens. Now, we need to show that infected humans can also spread the infection of powers.” Doctor Andrews waited for all this to sink in before he continued.
“We need you to establish a relationship with a human and for us to observe how he acquires power,” Doctor Andrews finished.
Maria frowned for several minutes. “You mean that I am to fuck some guy that you send to me, just to see if he develops powers?”
Andrews gave what he meant for a smile, “Yes, but it will be necessary for you to do this several times. We do not think the contagion is that easy to spread that you could just go to a man one time and immediately he would develop these powers.”
Maria felt both anger and fear rising within her. “No, no this is totally unacceptable. I am not a whore, nor am I a lab rat to just do things for your amusement.” If Maria could have summoned powers without the drugs, she would have burnt Andrews, and anyone else close by, to a crisp. What he was suggesting was just not reasonable. She studied his face. The fear passed the anger. This wasn’t a suggestion. He was making an order. Once again she said, “No, what do you think I am?”
Andrews walked over to a wall and opened a panel that Maria had not noticed before. Somehow, the panel was a one way view into their apartment. Maria saw Michael sitting with his head in his hands. She saw the despair. He was being confronted by forces which were threatening both himself and Maria and he had no way to fight them. “Maria, I think you are a compassionate woman who loves your alien and you would do anything to protect your existence with him. Both of you are depending on your cooperation in this venture,” Doctor Andrews stated.
It was a much subdued Maria, who was returned to Michael. Isabel was able to hide from Alex what she was commanded to do to preserve their wellbeing. Maria just wasn’t that skilled. Even with her trying to hide them, Michael received flashes.
“My god, Maria, you don’t intend to go through with that?” Michael exclaimed.
“Michael, what choice do I have?” Maria sobbed.
Michael looked at her sternly, “Maria, there is always a choice.”
Maria looked down at her hands. “Michael, here we don’t have a choice that we can live with. If circumstances were reversed, tell me that you wouldn’t do anything you could to keep us both safe.”
“It is not the same thing, Maria,” Michael said.
“Michael, are you telling me that you wouldn’t fuck some women if that was what it took to save both of our lives,” Maria said as she put her arm around him. “Quit being sexist. I am just doing what is needed to protect us.”
Michael just shook his head. A man was supposed to protect his woman. Here she was prostituting herself at the price of their lives. It was so hard for him to accept. He stretched his powers. His hands barely sparked. He was still being surpressed.
In another apartment, Isabel was confronting Alex. Tried as hard as she could, he finally had slipped through the secret that she had been hiding. “Izzy, do you want to go to the doctor?” Alex asked.
Isabel made a face, “Alex, of course I don’t. You were my first love and you will always be my only love. I am just being forced to take part in the physical side of sex to save our lives. It doesn’t mean that I love you any less.”
Alex was trying to think of something to say. Of course, he trusted Isabel. But would she be the same person after she had been with another man several times? How strong was love, anyway? They had always believed that love, was cemented by the physical side of sex. What was the physical side but the promise that when they chose they would have children? What would happen if Isabel was made pregnant by the doctor? Alex and Isabel had tried to have children for some time. The irony was that some stranger, a man who Isabel could never love because his hold on her was by force, might succeed in creating a child. How would Alex face that if it happened?
As he was holding Isabel, Alex’s mind soared. What if the situation was that he had to father a race to protect her? Would he do it? No, not would he, but could he. Could he be so careless with his seed to cast it aside to be raised in institutions, raised without a parents love. Alex wasn’t sure. Then, he thought. These were conjectures. The surety was that if Isabel didn’t do what the doctor ordered, they both would probably be killed unless they were needed for other experiments. Alex shuddered, as he thought, what the other experiments might the plans of the unit entail.
Max had been holding Liz for some time. She still hadn’t recovered. His healing powers were suppressed, just like his defensive ones. There was nothing he could do, but offer comfort to her. Max let his mind wonder. Here, he was no different than any human lover. His woman was hurt and all he could do was hold her and pray in his own way. He was also beginning to worry about who else was now captured. From Liz, he had the impression that Isabel and Alex had been taken. He also worried about the fate of Maria and Michael. How would the volatile Maria take to captivity? He had no assurance that they had been taken, but something that Liz had thought made him wonder. What about Tess? They had all partially ignored Tess. Her obsession to him had obscured feelings like he had for the others. Max had been lonely most of his life. Tess had the same loneliness. No, he wasn’t sad that he hadn’t gone to Tess, but she was a fellow alien and he should have had some way to lessen her torment.
Max delved deeper into what flashes he had gotten from Liz. The proud Isabel, how would she accept being made into a whore? Max knew that her soul was held by Alex. Suddenly, an icy knife struck Max. What were they preparing Liz for? He knew that they didn’t want her to have powers for her own benefit. Were they thinking that she might be able to infect others? A real typhoid Mary, but with the necessity that she must be intimate to spread her infection.
Could Max get power from somewhere? He remembered the story of Sampson in the Bible. Max wasn’t sure where Earth’s religions held him. They had been written with the assurance that there were no more souls than were found here on Earth. Sampson had lost his power. He prayed for one more chance and with that revival of power, Sampson destroyed the building he was in killing himself. He, also, had shown that he refused to be used for plans apart from his own beliefs. Max began to see if there was any energy in his body. If he could implode, he could kill the Special Unit and all the captives before they suffered any more.
Mad Eddie had almost a photographic mind. Given focus as Tess had said, he could remember every tile in Eagle Rock. They had been young. The Feds had left after the death of the interrogators who had lost Nasado.
“There were ten of us. We all were geeks of some sort. If the feds had held aliens, there certainly must be some sorts of technology still here. The feds were all gone. The locks were either mechanical or computer controlled. It was easy to see that power still flowed into the facility. The mechanical locks were a snap. With proper picks, any one could open them. The computer locks took some study. They were either based on prime numbers or on random numbers, but the algorithm for the random numbers was simple. At the time when they had been created, the easiest way to construct random numbers was with powers of Pi. Yes, that symbol usually known to high school students as 3.14 when taken to many digets and then, taken to powers, this could be used to generate numbers that appeared random. For geeks of our day, this was a lunch room challenge. In less than an hour, we were in.
Eddie was drawing maps for the first four levels below ground. Kyle was sure that they hadn’t had time to go any lower in their reclamation. Kyle was sure that security had improved, but the army boys assured him that it wasn’t anything they weren’t familiar with.
The commandos would go in first. As soon as they had made their entrance, Kyle and Agent Jones would head for the second floor below ground. When the ground floor was secure, the commandos would filter down to where the offices and experimental labs were found. Tess and Mad Eddie would follow. They would only have Tess’s powers for protection. Sheriff Valenti would bring in his deputies to secure the grounds. All captives and any prisoners would immediately be brought before Philip and a board of lawyers he had brought from back east. A hospital unit would be sent from the nearby airbase. They could expect some casualties.
Good teachers are born that way, not made. No! Good human beings, are born that way. Some of them become teachers.
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
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Chapter 23
There was a knock at the main door and when Isabel answered, the lock was opened. A technician handed her a box. She opened it after he had left. It contained a black gown with lingerie, high heels and hose. There was a note that stated she would avail herself of a hair dresser’s appointment at 4:00 that afternoon. As Isabel was looking at the dress and fixings, Alex turned his head. “Izzy, I don’t want the vision of you in that dress as some other man possesses your body.”
Isabel couldn’t hold back the tears, but she could understand. The vision of her dressed in this manner, as she went to the room of a stranger, was not one she looked forward to either.
Maria, also, received a box. The note in her box stated that a hairdresser would call on her at about 3:00 that afternoon. Maria opened the box and took out a dress that belonged in the fifties. Beaver Clever’s mother would have been proud to have that dress. The shoes were flats and the underwear was relatively plain. This was the vision of a woman Pierce wanted to despoil.
By 7:00, both women were in the company of their respective escorts. Doctor Andrews had appeared in a tux. He offered his arm to Isabel. Alex had stayed in the bedroom. He wanted no vision of his love going out to sleep with another man. Alex heard the door close. He banged on the wall with his fist. He wanted to scream, “She will hate it, she will hate every minute of it.” Then, his love of her blossomed forth. How could Alex wish a time of misery on the woman he loved so deeply? He, now, could only hope that Andrews would be tender. Isabel wasn’t used to hard sex. She was used to a caring partner who really worried about her welfare. Alex would have Isabel in the daytime and most nights. Alex, truly, had her heart. If he had that, did it matter who was putting the pork to Izzy? Alex shook his head. He would never be that crude when talking about Isabel, no matter what she did. No matter what was done to her, Isabel was the first and only love of his life. He remembered when he used to look at her back in middle school. Alex had taken the mandatory classes of sex education in grade school, but his hormones hadn’t yet kicked in so that he would dream about her body. Then, he just enjoyed watching her move and hearing her laugh. That was what was important, the Isabel, who had made him happy. With that, Alex took a large swig of bourbon and drank himself to sleep.
Michael did not leave the living room. When Maria came dressed in clothes Michael remembered only from reruns on TV, he looked at her. Michael, much like Alex, had centered his life in his love. Michael couldn’t quite vision Maria dressed like the black and white version of “Pleasantville.” If Pierce thought this would make her into a compliant zombie who lived in the suburbs of years ago, he would have a surprise. When Daniel Pierce knocked on the door and then unlocked it, he looked like a dork from the geek squad, with turtle neck sweater, black slacks and his hair slicked back. Michael halfway expected Maria to laugh at Pierce. The fact that she was just standing there in flats carrying a lunch box purse and when Pierce took her arm she said nothing, angered Michael. It wasn’t until the door, had become relocked, that it hit Michael. Then, he saw how much it was costing Maria to be as Pierce demanded. Maria wasn’t doing this for any pleasure, she was giving herself so they both would have, maybe, another day together. Yes, another day which might even then, be taken away if Pierce thought that he no longer needed them or that Maria wasn’t giving him enough of what he wanted. Now, Michael just sat with his head in his hands. Oh, how he would like to blast Pierce into cinders. Michael remembered a old war film somewhere. “They also serve who sit home and wait.” In this case, Michael could do nothing but sit and wait. It wasn’t even safe for Michael to get drunk.
As they entered a room with subdued lighting, Andrews held a chair to help seat Isabel. There were candles on the table. Andrews poured a glass of wine for Isabel. She sipped it as they waited for dinner. In the distance, just barely audible, Isabel could hear her favorite recording. “My dear, is every thing to your liking?” Andrews asked.
“Doctor Andrews, you commanded me to commit this act with
you. That does not mean I have to like it,” Isabel declared.
“Oh, but I do. You see for us to be intimate, I must enjoy it. You were ordered to cooperate. That means that I must be able to perform. If not, then this exercise is of no value and keeping you alive has no purpose. Of course with you dead, Alex is just a human male with an infection who will be too unstable to use with our female agents. Miss Evans, I suggest you loosen up and at least make me think that this is a pleasurable night,” Andrews said.
Maria was in another room. The lights were not as dim nor was the setting as romantic as the room with Isabel. Maria had a pouty expression on her face. “Miss DeLuca , you don’t like me very much, do you?” Pierce stated.
Maria gave him a look that would fry a normal man. “Like you? I loath you. What underside of a rock did you crawl out from under?”
Pierce just smiled. “Yes, you are just like girls were back in school. You fawn all over bad boys like that alien fellow you are rutting with, but you have no respect for brains and tradition.”
Maria exploded, “Look, buddy, Michael may look rough, but he is one of the brightest men I know. He is totally self-taught. When you were walking around Ivy League schools with a silver spoon in your mouth, he taught himself to read and he read almost all the, so-called, classics.”
Daniel smiled a smile that to Maria was pure evil. “Look now, both of you are in a hidden facility. At the wave of my hand, I can have you terminated. You have only one thing in your favor. You have an infection. I want you to give this infection to me. That is the only thing that will save you. Now, I want you to make this evening pleasant for me or maybe, I will dissect you and find some other way to get the infection.” Daniel was explaining that conditions for Maria made her actions in his favor totally unavoidable.
“Maria glared at Pierce. “If I hate you how can I make things pleasurable for you?”
Daniel Pierce slammed his glass down on the table, “Fake it! Like women like you have done for ages.”
For many seconds there was silence. Then, Pierce began again, “I have dressed you like a woman who awaits her man to return after work where his every wish will be tended. You are a women whose husband does not give her enough, so when she meets a better man, she wilts to his will.”
Maria started to answer. Then, she saw the almost insanity in Pierce’s eyes. Maria saw that winning was not possible nor was it wise. She was a captive tonight and if she wanted to see many more mornings, she would settle in his arms and do whatever he commanded.
Max and Liz were together. Liz was regaining her strength. Max was so worried. He had feelings that things were really wrong tonight. Liz had whispered when she thought there was enough background noise that she couldn’t be over heard. “Doctor Andrews is going to take Isabel tonight and Daniel Pierce is going to take Maria. I am sure that Alex and Michael are fit to be tied. There is just nothing any of us can do. Max, Kyle is right. Laws and constitutions only have power if someone supports them. It seems that just no one is left to care about us.”
Andrews had insisted that Isabel dance with him. He had poured more wine, but Isabel stated, “Aliens do not have a great tolerance for alcohol. Anymore and I won’t be able to grace your bed, even though, I would like to deaden my feelings.”
“But, my dear, if you do that then our deal will be off and both you and Alex will, sadly, be terminated as of no use,” Andrews stated.
Maria had just listened to Daniel Pierce talk about his school years. To hear him talk, he was never appreciated. Finally, Pierce looked at his watch. “My dear, it is time you earn your keep.”
Andrews held the chair for Isabel. Now, my dear, we have a contract to finish. Unfortunately, our future liaisons will not be as entertaining as tonight. I hope we will establish something, which allows us to form an intimacy without so much foreplay. I look forward to intimacies created with ease.”
Pierce held Maria roughly by her arm. He was hurrying her to their next location. His eyes were almost glazed with the lust of what he planned for tonight. They came to a door and Pierce punched in the numeral code to open the door. He almost threw Maria through the door, into the room.
Doctor Andrews patted Isabel’s hand as they proceeded down the hall. They came to a door and, likewise, he punched the numerical code. Andrews held the door for Isabel and she entered. Isabel could feel her body shudder as she crossed the doorway. In a few minutes, Isabel would find her body used. She would use it to protect her own life and that of her lover Alex. Isabel would do whatever she was commanded.
Pierce beheld Maria as she stood before him. She was dressed as a housewife in a memory which Pierce held as true Americana. He reached out and caressed her face. Maria jerked away. Pierce frowned, “You would prefer to watch Michael writhing in the floor, his organs lying before him on a table?”
This time when he reached for her face, she just stood there. She felt his hot hands caress her cheek. He moved down to her dress and she could feel him unbuttoning each button. Maria just closed her eyes. As his hands worked their way down her body, she shuddered.
Isabel stood before Doctor Andrews. He took her in his arms. Isabel also closed her eyes. For both Maria and Isabel was it that closed eyes allowed the pretense that none of this was happening? Andrews felt behind her neck for the clasp and then, he slowly pulled the zipper of her gown down. Andrews released the gown and it dropped to the floor. Isabel was before him in her bra, panties, garter belt and hose. There were just scraps of clothing that separated Andrews from his goal. Isabel’s bra had a front clasp. She felt him reach out his hand on the clasp. In seconds, she would be bared before him. She had been naked before Doctor Andrews, but this time, he was the lustful incarnation who held both her own and Alex’s lives in his hands.
Now Maria stood before Pierce her dress opened as he reached for the waist band of her panties. Oh how much more could she squeeze shut her eyes hoping to make all of this, unreal?
Pierce had just yanked at Maria’s panties and Andrew had released the clasp on Isabel’s bra. There was a noise which deafened every one on the third floor except for two men. The concussion made everyone on the third floor fall back. Pierce had ripped Maria’s panties as he pulled her on top of him as he fell back on the bed. Doctor Andrews was thrown across Isabel as they fell to the floor. The flash bangs went off with the white light that shown though every crack in every room. Walls here, did not deaden the sound as it made the whole structure shake. Suddenly, everything was just white and totally silent. It was a crazed Pierce who, feeling Maria on top of him, pushed her aside and almost ripping off his clothes, he again grabbed her. That was the scene Michael saw as Kyle and Agent Jones kicked in the door.
The army boys had stripped every piece of identity from themselves. They had blackened their faces and using night vision and stealth, they attacked the facility. Using chloroform, they put down the guards silently. The sheriff was right behind them and would take the unconscious men into custody. As soon as they were in the ground floor area, Kyle and Jones ran to the elevators. Two floors down and they went running down the hallway. The Army boys would work their way through the first floor below ground level before they entered where the main activity was housed. Kyle and Jones came to Pierce’s office. It was empty, of course. They found one man who hadn’t made his way to a safe location and Kyle slammed him against the wall. The man opened his mouth to yell, but found himself sucking on the muzzle of Kyle’s big Bren. “Look Buddy, just nod. Do you know where Pierce and the aliens are?” Kyle asked.
The frightened man nodded. Kyle withdrew his pistol. The man stuttered, “They are on the third floor down.”
Kyle took a swipe against his head with the pistol. Then he and Jones ran back to the elevator. The third floor down looked like a high class hotel. There were rooms on either side of the hall. Kyle took two Flash-bangs. He threw one to Jones and took the other for himself. “Me far, you close,” Kyle said.
Kyle threw his flash-bang with all his might down the hall. Jones just rolled his down the hall. They went off almost simultaneously. As Kyle and Jim Jones jogged down the hall, they each put a bullet into the locking mechanism of each door. The third door opened to disclose a terrified Max and Liz. Liz was in his arms and neither of them knew what was happening. Kyle indicated for them to just stay there. He knew that they probably, were still deaf from the concussion. Behind the next door, they found an angry Michael. When he saw Kyle, Michael walked out into the hall. He almost moved like a zombie. Kyle grabbed him and pulled him behind the two agents. Behind, yet another door they found a living quarters after inspecting it they found Alex passed out on his bed. Kyle smelled his breath and announced, “He is dead drunk.”
A few rooms down they found two rooms, which had been used to as eating places. They hit the next rooms at the same time. Kyle kicked in the door after his bullet had shattered the lock. Inside, he found a half naked Maria with Daniel Pierce standing behind her. Pierce’s pants were still around his ankles. Michael didn’t hesitate a second. He launched himself against Maria knocking her down, away from Pierce. This gave Kyle a clear shot, two to the chest and one to the head in standard operating procedure. There might be questions by others, but Kyle felt justified.
When Jones entered his room, he saw Andrews standing behind Isabel with his hand holding Isabel’s bra. He made one shot to the head and Andrews dropped. The bra fell away. Jones took a blanket from the bed in the room and wrapped Isabel in it. Michael, likewise, found a covering for Maria. Unless someone wanted to contest either Kyle or Jim Jones, the battle was over.
Maria and Isabel were taken back to their apartments. Isabel was allowed her privacy. She entered her bedroom and dressed. Isabel called and when Kyle came in, he found her cradling the head of Alex in her lap. Alex was starting to moan. He shuddered and suddenly, he made a run for the toilet. Kyle could hear him retching. When he came out, he was welcomed by the arms of his love. “Its over, Alex. Doctor Andrews is dead.” It wasn’t known if Alex heard a word she said. It was her body held in his arms that meant the most to him. Alex knew he had never lost her soul.
By this time, Maria had dressed with the help of Michael. She came into Isabel’s room with Michael. Neither of them could, yet, hear. It would be days before the ringing in their ears went down. All that was left now, was to pick up Max and Liz and join the others of the team.
Kyle and Jones had been wearing the electronic ear plugs that agents wore when using the flash bangs. They could converse, but their charges could hear nothing. Everything was conveyed by motion.
The third floor cleared they went back to the second floor. The noise had reverberated throughout the facility, but on the other floors hearing had not been impaired. They found Mad Eddie in Pierce’s office along with Tess. They had his files out piled high on his desk. Jones moved to grab the files and preserve in secrecy as was the style of the agency. Kyle held his arm, “Jimmy, let’s let it break out. Let’s rid forever, the agency’s part in the alien cover up.”
Jones frowned for a minute. Training ran so deep, it was hard to let go. Kyle was right. The secrecy that men like Pierce had was what allowed them to run such abuses.
It was days later. The ringing in their ears still continued. Hopefully, it would go away soon. Sheriff Valenti had arrested the men found on the surface for trespassing. They couldn’t show what they were doing, guarding a facility that had been closed. Kyle and Jones had taken into custody the men they found in the lower floors. Most of them were technicians. Kyle had no idea what would happen to them. Many thought they were employed in a FBI sanctioned program. Being good soldiers and following orders wasn’t going to cut it. Personal responsibility still should have ruled what they did. The constitution and laws did have power when people cared.
Liz still didn’t know Carlos’s last name. She learned it when she read the story. It was Carlos Mendoza. Carlos and Mad Eddie Baca had written a good story, but it didn’t make headlines. It seemed that three starlets had gotten into a fight at a rehab center. They had taken the fight outside and were pulling hair, all three naked as jaybirds. Now that was real news. On page two there was the story, “The Roswell Aliens Found.” The FBI didn’t mind page two and neither did the aliens themselves.
New Mexico is a poor, but resilient state. If the aliens proved to be numerous enough, the education department would set up programs for Earth culture as a second culture. So far, there wasn’t a reason to do so. The religious affairs of New Mexico would accommodate the aliens in some way. That they didn’t know much about the religion of their own planet, wasn’t important. They could adapt some new sort of Christmas Luminarias.
Liz had to start over in her doctorial research, somehow “First Contact scenario. I went to bed with him,” did not seem to have an academic ring. Liz wasn’t that tied to the agency. She resigned and took up a teaching job. As the years went by, she did learn to spark and how to control that sparking. She only used it once when a man tried to mug her. He ran to the nearest police station and turned himself in. The words of the jailer rang in his ears, “Don’t mess with our aliens.”
It was said that J. Edger Hoover consigned his people to Omaha when they displeased him. At that time, California was considered, by J. Edger, to be a wilderness and it is not known if he even knew about New Mexico existed. For Kyle to ask for posting in New Mexico was a dead end mark on his record. He would never have that chance to someday be director. That was okay with Kyle. The other agents would never have a chance to sleep with an alien either, until someone had a few daughters.
Kyle still carried his big Bren. Hell, out here the critters were just bigger. Kyle learned to control his own sparking. It wouldn’t do to interrogate a felon by electric shock treatment.
Jim Valenti wasn’t as driven as he used to be. He had been vindicated, and by his own son. Imagine that, aliens did exist and they did vote and maybe, they would someday run for the school board. They did eat burgers at the Crashdown.
Alex and Michael had a new appreciation about how much their women were willing to do to protect their men. It is for a man to protect his wife, but as Maria told them, “Don’t be sexist. We are willing to risk everything to protect our men. We just are asked to put different things on the line.”
Alex and Isabel were married. Two years later they had the first of two children. Their first was a boy.
A short time after they were released from Eagle Rock, Michael asked Maria out on a date. He sent a package to her that contained a black gown. In the package was a certificate from Victoria’s Secrets. Make it romantic was the only condition placed on the certificate. After their dinner, they returned to their house. Once they were alone, Michael put his arms around Maria. She was expecting an evening of alien love, but first, Michael turned her to face him. In his hand he was holding a small blue box. “Maria will you marry me and be my wife?” Michael had been to Jared’s.
That night, as they made love it felt like they were floating. Since there were no longer any cameras focused on them and there were no monitors watching them, who is to say that they weren’t floating.
Max and Liz were rapidly catching up for the many years they had lost. Liz had found both academic excellence and love. She realized how close it had been that she would have lost the latter.
When Kyle was going with Evelyn, he had said she showed him things he hadn’t even thought of. Well, Tess showed him things he could not possibly experience with a human. Kyle didn’t regret the experiences he’d had when he was younger. He didn’t even regret the fact that he never made Jeff Parker’s little girl. Kyle was now a family man. He had no intention of letting his life get like his father’s. Neither Tess nor Kyle would leave the other. He soon would also go to Jared’s.
Yes, now, Roswell had its aliens. The pageantry of the “UFO Festival” still went on. Now, for the local Roswellians there was a difference. To be truly alien, they would just be themselves.
One night, Jim took several folders out of his file. He placed them in a box marked, “Cases solved.”
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Chapter 23
There was a knock at the main door and when Isabel answered, the lock was opened. A technician handed her a box. She opened it after he had left. It contained a black gown with lingerie, high heels and hose. There was a note that stated she would avail herself of a hair dresser’s appointment at 4:00 that afternoon. As Isabel was looking at the dress and fixings, Alex turned his head. “Izzy, I don’t want the vision of you in that dress as some other man possesses your body.”
Isabel couldn’t hold back the tears, but she could understand. The vision of her dressed in this manner, as she went to the room of a stranger, was not one she looked forward to either.
Maria, also, received a box. The note in her box stated that a hairdresser would call on her at about 3:00 that afternoon. Maria opened the box and took out a dress that belonged in the fifties. Beaver Clever’s mother would have been proud to have that dress. The shoes were flats and the underwear was relatively plain. This was the vision of a woman Pierce wanted to despoil.
By 7:00, both women were in the company of their respective escorts. Doctor Andrews had appeared in a tux. He offered his arm to Isabel. Alex had stayed in the bedroom. He wanted no vision of his love going out to sleep with another man. Alex heard the door close. He banged on the wall with his fist. He wanted to scream, “She will hate it, she will hate every minute of it.” Then, his love of her blossomed forth. How could Alex wish a time of misery on the woman he loved so deeply? He, now, could only hope that Andrews would be tender. Isabel wasn’t used to hard sex. She was used to a caring partner who really worried about her welfare. Alex would have Isabel in the daytime and most nights. Alex, truly, had her heart. If he had that, did it matter who was putting the pork to Izzy? Alex shook his head. He would never be that crude when talking about Isabel, no matter what she did. No matter what was done to her, Isabel was the first and only love of his life. He remembered when he used to look at her back in middle school. Alex had taken the mandatory classes of sex education in grade school, but his hormones hadn’t yet kicked in so that he would dream about her body. Then, he just enjoyed watching her move and hearing her laugh. That was what was important, the Isabel, who had made him happy. With that, Alex took a large swig of bourbon and drank himself to sleep.
Michael did not leave the living room. When Maria came dressed in clothes Michael remembered only from reruns on TV, he looked at her. Michael, much like Alex, had centered his life in his love. Michael couldn’t quite vision Maria dressed like the black and white version of “Pleasantville.” If Pierce thought this would make her into a compliant zombie who lived in the suburbs of years ago, he would have a surprise. When Daniel Pierce knocked on the door and then unlocked it, he looked like a dork from the geek squad, with turtle neck sweater, black slacks and his hair slicked back. Michael halfway expected Maria to laugh at Pierce. The fact that she was just standing there in flats carrying a lunch box purse and when Pierce took her arm she said nothing, angered Michael. It wasn’t until the door, had become relocked, that it hit Michael. Then, he saw how much it was costing Maria to be as Pierce demanded. Maria wasn’t doing this for any pleasure, she was giving herself so they both would have, maybe, another day together. Yes, another day which might even then, be taken away if Pierce thought that he no longer needed them or that Maria wasn’t giving him enough of what he wanted. Now, Michael just sat with his head in his hands. Oh, how he would like to blast Pierce into cinders. Michael remembered a old war film somewhere. “They also serve who sit home and wait.” In this case, Michael could do nothing but sit and wait. It wasn’t even safe for Michael to get drunk.
As they entered a room with subdued lighting, Andrews held a chair to help seat Isabel. There were candles on the table. Andrews poured a glass of wine for Isabel. She sipped it as they waited for dinner. In the distance, just barely audible, Isabel could hear her favorite recording. “My dear, is every thing to your liking?” Andrews asked.
“Doctor Andrews, you commanded me to commit this act with
you. That does not mean I have to like it,” Isabel declared.
“Oh, but I do. You see for us to be intimate, I must enjoy it. You were ordered to cooperate. That means that I must be able to perform. If not, then this exercise is of no value and keeping you alive has no purpose. Of course with you dead, Alex is just a human male with an infection who will be too unstable to use with our female agents. Miss Evans, I suggest you loosen up and at least make me think that this is a pleasurable night,” Andrews said.
Maria was in another room. The lights were not as dim nor was the setting as romantic as the room with Isabel. Maria had a pouty expression on her face. “Miss DeLuca , you don’t like me very much, do you?” Pierce stated.
Maria gave him a look that would fry a normal man. “Like you? I loath you. What underside of a rock did you crawl out from under?”
Pierce just smiled. “Yes, you are just like girls were back in school. You fawn all over bad boys like that alien fellow you are rutting with, but you have no respect for brains and tradition.”
Maria exploded, “Look, buddy, Michael may look rough, but he is one of the brightest men I know. He is totally self-taught. When you were walking around Ivy League schools with a silver spoon in your mouth, he taught himself to read and he read almost all the, so-called, classics.”
Daniel smiled a smile that to Maria was pure evil. “Look now, both of you are in a hidden facility. At the wave of my hand, I can have you terminated. You have only one thing in your favor. You have an infection. I want you to give this infection to me. That is the only thing that will save you. Now, I want you to make this evening pleasant for me or maybe, I will dissect you and find some other way to get the infection.” Daniel was explaining that conditions for Maria made her actions in his favor totally unavoidable.
“Maria glared at Pierce. “If I hate you how can I make things pleasurable for you?”
Daniel Pierce slammed his glass down on the table, “Fake it! Like women like you have done for ages.”
For many seconds there was silence. Then, Pierce began again, “I have dressed you like a woman who awaits her man to return after work where his every wish will be tended. You are a women whose husband does not give her enough, so when she meets a better man, she wilts to his will.”
Maria started to answer. Then, she saw the almost insanity in Pierce’s eyes. Maria saw that winning was not possible nor was it wise. She was a captive tonight and if she wanted to see many more mornings, she would settle in his arms and do whatever he commanded.
Max and Liz were together. Liz was regaining her strength. Max was so worried. He had feelings that things were really wrong tonight. Liz had whispered when she thought there was enough background noise that she couldn’t be over heard. “Doctor Andrews is going to take Isabel tonight and Daniel Pierce is going to take Maria. I am sure that Alex and Michael are fit to be tied. There is just nothing any of us can do. Max, Kyle is right. Laws and constitutions only have power if someone supports them. It seems that just no one is left to care about us.”
Andrews had insisted that Isabel dance with him. He had poured more wine, but Isabel stated, “Aliens do not have a great tolerance for alcohol. Anymore and I won’t be able to grace your bed, even though, I would like to deaden my feelings.”
“But, my dear, if you do that then our deal will be off and both you and Alex will, sadly, be terminated as of no use,” Andrews stated.
Maria had just listened to Daniel Pierce talk about his school years. To hear him talk, he was never appreciated. Finally, Pierce looked at his watch. “My dear, it is time you earn your keep.”
Andrews held the chair for Isabel. Now, my dear, we have a contract to finish. Unfortunately, our future liaisons will not be as entertaining as tonight. I hope we will establish something, which allows us to form an intimacy without so much foreplay. I look forward to intimacies created with ease.”
Pierce held Maria roughly by her arm. He was hurrying her to their next location. His eyes were almost glazed with the lust of what he planned for tonight. They came to a door and Pierce punched in the numeral code to open the door. He almost threw Maria through the door, into the room.
Doctor Andrews patted Isabel’s hand as they proceeded down the hall. They came to a door and, likewise, he punched the numerical code. Andrews held the door for Isabel and she entered. Isabel could feel her body shudder as she crossed the doorway. In a few minutes, Isabel would find her body used. She would use it to protect her own life and that of her lover Alex. Isabel would do whatever she was commanded.
Pierce beheld Maria as she stood before him. She was dressed as a housewife in a memory which Pierce held as true Americana. He reached out and caressed her face. Maria jerked away. Pierce frowned, “You would prefer to watch Michael writhing in the floor, his organs lying before him on a table?”
This time when he reached for her face, she just stood there. She felt his hot hands caress her cheek. He moved down to her dress and she could feel him unbuttoning each button. Maria just closed her eyes. As his hands worked their way down her body, she shuddered.
Isabel stood before Doctor Andrews. He took her in his arms. Isabel also closed her eyes. For both Maria and Isabel was it that closed eyes allowed the pretense that none of this was happening? Andrews felt behind her neck for the clasp and then, he slowly pulled the zipper of her gown down. Andrews released the gown and it dropped to the floor. Isabel was before him in her bra, panties, garter belt and hose. There were just scraps of clothing that separated Andrews from his goal. Isabel’s bra had a front clasp. She felt him reach out his hand on the clasp. In seconds, she would be bared before him. She had been naked before Doctor Andrews, but this time, he was the lustful incarnation who held both her own and Alex’s lives in his hands.
Now Maria stood before Pierce her dress opened as he reached for the waist band of her panties. Oh how much more could she squeeze shut her eyes hoping to make all of this, unreal?
Pierce had just yanked at Maria’s panties and Andrew had released the clasp on Isabel’s bra. There was a noise which deafened every one on the third floor except for two men. The concussion made everyone on the third floor fall back. Pierce had ripped Maria’s panties as he pulled her on top of him as he fell back on the bed. Doctor Andrews was thrown across Isabel as they fell to the floor. The flash bangs went off with the white light that shown though every crack in every room. Walls here, did not deaden the sound as it made the whole structure shake. Suddenly, everything was just white and totally silent. It was a crazed Pierce who, feeling Maria on top of him, pushed her aside and almost ripping off his clothes, he again grabbed her. That was the scene Michael saw as Kyle and Agent Jones kicked in the door.
The army boys had stripped every piece of identity from themselves. They had blackened their faces and using night vision and stealth, they attacked the facility. Using chloroform, they put down the guards silently. The sheriff was right behind them and would take the unconscious men into custody. As soon as they were in the ground floor area, Kyle and Jones ran to the elevators. Two floors down and they went running down the hallway. The Army boys would work their way through the first floor below ground level before they entered where the main activity was housed. Kyle and Jones came to Pierce’s office. It was empty, of course. They found one man who hadn’t made his way to a safe location and Kyle slammed him against the wall. The man opened his mouth to yell, but found himself sucking on the muzzle of Kyle’s big Bren. “Look Buddy, just nod. Do you know where Pierce and the aliens are?” Kyle asked.
The frightened man nodded. Kyle withdrew his pistol. The man stuttered, “They are on the third floor down.”
Kyle took a swipe against his head with the pistol. Then he and Jones ran back to the elevator. The third floor down looked like a high class hotel. There were rooms on either side of the hall. Kyle took two Flash-bangs. He threw one to Jones and took the other for himself. “Me far, you close,” Kyle said.
Kyle threw his flash-bang with all his might down the hall. Jones just rolled his down the hall. They went off almost simultaneously. As Kyle and Jim Jones jogged down the hall, they each put a bullet into the locking mechanism of each door. The third door opened to disclose a terrified Max and Liz. Liz was in his arms and neither of them knew what was happening. Kyle indicated for them to just stay there. He knew that they probably, were still deaf from the concussion. Behind the next door, they found an angry Michael. When he saw Kyle, Michael walked out into the hall. He almost moved like a zombie. Kyle grabbed him and pulled him behind the two agents. Behind, yet another door they found a living quarters after inspecting it they found Alex passed out on his bed. Kyle smelled his breath and announced, “He is dead drunk.”
A few rooms down they found two rooms, which had been used to as eating places. They hit the next rooms at the same time. Kyle kicked in the door after his bullet had shattered the lock. Inside, he found a half naked Maria with Daniel Pierce standing behind her. Pierce’s pants were still around his ankles. Michael didn’t hesitate a second. He launched himself against Maria knocking her down, away from Pierce. This gave Kyle a clear shot, two to the chest and one to the head in standard operating procedure. There might be questions by others, but Kyle felt justified.
When Jones entered his room, he saw Andrews standing behind Isabel with his hand holding Isabel’s bra. He made one shot to the head and Andrews dropped. The bra fell away. Jones took a blanket from the bed in the room and wrapped Isabel in it. Michael, likewise, found a covering for Maria. Unless someone wanted to contest either Kyle or Jim Jones, the battle was over.
Maria and Isabel were taken back to their apartments. Isabel was allowed her privacy. She entered her bedroom and dressed. Isabel called and when Kyle came in, he found her cradling the head of Alex in her lap. Alex was starting to moan. He shuddered and suddenly, he made a run for the toilet. Kyle could hear him retching. When he came out, he was welcomed by the arms of his love. “Its over, Alex. Doctor Andrews is dead.” It wasn’t known if Alex heard a word she said. It was her body held in his arms that meant the most to him. Alex knew he had never lost her soul.
By this time, Maria had dressed with the help of Michael. She came into Isabel’s room with Michael. Neither of them could, yet, hear. It would be days before the ringing in their ears went down. All that was left now, was to pick up Max and Liz and join the others of the team.
Kyle and Jones had been wearing the electronic ear plugs that agents wore when using the flash bangs. They could converse, but their charges could hear nothing. Everything was conveyed by motion.
The third floor cleared they went back to the second floor. The noise had reverberated throughout the facility, but on the other floors hearing had not been impaired. They found Mad Eddie in Pierce’s office along with Tess. They had his files out piled high on his desk. Jones moved to grab the files and preserve in secrecy as was the style of the agency. Kyle held his arm, “Jimmy, let’s let it break out. Let’s rid forever, the agency’s part in the alien cover up.”
Jones frowned for a minute. Training ran so deep, it was hard to let go. Kyle was right. The secrecy that men like Pierce had was what allowed them to run such abuses.
It was days later. The ringing in their ears still continued. Hopefully, it would go away soon. Sheriff Valenti had arrested the men found on the surface for trespassing. They couldn’t show what they were doing, guarding a facility that had been closed. Kyle and Jones had taken into custody the men they found in the lower floors. Most of them were technicians. Kyle had no idea what would happen to them. Many thought they were employed in a FBI sanctioned program. Being good soldiers and following orders wasn’t going to cut it. Personal responsibility still should have ruled what they did. The constitution and laws did have power when people cared.
Liz still didn’t know Carlos’s last name. She learned it when she read the story. It was Carlos Mendoza. Carlos and Mad Eddie Baca had written a good story, but it didn’t make headlines. It seemed that three starlets had gotten into a fight at a rehab center. They had taken the fight outside and were pulling hair, all three naked as jaybirds. Now that was real news. On page two there was the story, “The Roswell Aliens Found.” The FBI didn’t mind page two and neither did the aliens themselves.
New Mexico is a poor, but resilient state. If the aliens proved to be numerous enough, the education department would set up programs for Earth culture as a second culture. So far, there wasn’t a reason to do so. The religious affairs of New Mexico would accommodate the aliens in some way. That they didn’t know much about the religion of their own planet, wasn’t important. They could adapt some new sort of Christmas Luminarias.
Liz had to start over in her doctorial research, somehow “First Contact scenario. I went to bed with him,” did not seem to have an academic ring. Liz wasn’t that tied to the agency. She resigned and took up a teaching job. As the years went by, she did learn to spark and how to control that sparking. She only used it once when a man tried to mug her. He ran to the nearest police station and turned himself in. The words of the jailer rang in his ears, “Don’t mess with our aliens.”
It was said that J. Edger Hoover consigned his people to Omaha when they displeased him. At that time, California was considered, by J. Edger, to be a wilderness and it is not known if he even knew about New Mexico existed. For Kyle to ask for posting in New Mexico was a dead end mark on his record. He would never have that chance to someday be director. That was okay with Kyle. The other agents would never have a chance to sleep with an alien either, until someone had a few daughters.
Kyle still carried his big Bren. Hell, out here the critters were just bigger. Kyle learned to control his own sparking. It wouldn’t do to interrogate a felon by electric shock treatment.
Jim Valenti wasn’t as driven as he used to be. He had been vindicated, and by his own son. Imagine that, aliens did exist and they did vote and maybe, they would someday run for the school board. They did eat burgers at the Crashdown.
Alex and Michael had a new appreciation about how much their women were willing to do to protect their men. It is for a man to protect his wife, but as Maria told them, “Don’t be sexist. We are willing to risk everything to protect our men. We just are asked to put different things on the line.”
Alex and Isabel were married. Two years later they had the first of two children. Their first was a boy.
A short time after they were released from Eagle Rock, Michael asked Maria out on a date. He sent a package to her that contained a black gown. In the package was a certificate from Victoria’s Secrets. Make it romantic was the only condition placed on the certificate. After their dinner, they returned to their house. Once they were alone, Michael put his arms around Maria. She was expecting an evening of alien love, but first, Michael turned her to face him. In his hand he was holding a small blue box. “Maria will you marry me and be my wife?” Michael had been to Jared’s.
That night, as they made love it felt like they were floating. Since there were no longer any cameras focused on them and there were no monitors watching them, who is to say that they weren’t floating.
Max and Liz were rapidly catching up for the many years they had lost. Liz had found both academic excellence and love. She realized how close it had been that she would have lost the latter.
When Kyle was going with Evelyn, he had said she showed him things he hadn’t even thought of. Well, Tess showed him things he could not possibly experience with a human. Kyle didn’t regret the experiences he’d had when he was younger. He didn’t even regret the fact that he never made Jeff Parker’s little girl. Kyle was now a family man. He had no intention of letting his life get like his father’s. Neither Tess nor Kyle would leave the other. He soon would also go to Jared’s.
Yes, now, Roswell had its aliens. The pageantry of the “UFO Festival” still went on. Now, for the local Roswellians there was a difference. To be truly alien, they would just be themselves.
One night, Jim took several folders out of his file. He placed them in a box marked, “Cases solved.”
Good teachers are born that way, not made. No! Good human beings, are born that way. Some of them become teachers.
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
Re: Special Unit mature CC pg 15 ch 22 6/22/2009
Author's note:
This concludes my story about the Special Unit. I noticed several other stories about the Special Unit. I encourage readers to look at them. What you can do with this topic is interesting. It is my second story about people involved with the Special Unit. Isabel, Her Secret Love is a story about a young man who fell in love with the aliens while working on records for the Special Unit.
I always like to try to see what i can write, at least what is pleasing to me. The next three stories will be slightly different. The first one, "Summer to Remember" will be a suspense drama. it involves police from all over northern New Mexico. It will be a study of personal fears. Fears of the results of past decisions as well as fears of personal harm.
The next two, I do not know in what order they will be, one will be a story of horror and facing the end of the world. It will be called, "Ninth Floor" which is a place in a library where it takes place. The last story will be named, "Genes of the King." It will explore the dark side of wealth, power and alien personality in the partly human bodies. it is a dark story but has a dreamer'e ending.
thanks to those who followed me.
ken r
This concludes my story about the Special Unit. I noticed several other stories about the Special Unit. I encourage readers to look at them. What you can do with this topic is interesting. It is my second story about people involved with the Special Unit. Isabel, Her Secret Love is a story about a young man who fell in love with the aliens while working on records for the Special Unit.
I always like to try to see what i can write, at least what is pleasing to me. The next three stories will be slightly different. The first one, "Summer to Remember" will be a suspense drama. it involves police from all over northern New Mexico. It will be a study of personal fears. Fears of the results of past decisions as well as fears of personal harm.
The next two, I do not know in what order they will be, one will be a story of horror and facing the end of the world. It will be called, "Ninth Floor" which is a place in a library where it takes place. The last story will be named, "Genes of the King." It will explore the dark side of wealth, power and alien personality in the partly human bodies. it is a dark story but has a dreamer'e ending.
thanks to those who followed me.
ken r
Good teachers are born that way, not made. No! Good human beings, are born that way. Some of them become teachers.
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-
Of course, life is not fair. You shouldn't expect it to be fair, but you should expect it to be ironic.
JKR 1981-2001
History is made of wars, recovering from wars and preparing for the next war.
JJR 1975-