This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
Atlantis
By Warlord
Taylor had Abigayle’s left hand while Aoife had her right. They were inside my bedroom before I caught up. Taylor was stripping Abigayle out of her camo uniform. Aoife went to work on removing my clothes. Quickly, four naked people were standing under the spray of my large shower.
I squirted liquid soap on my companions. Using my fingers I rubbed and scrubbed the soap into sudsy bubbles. My washing paid special attention to their intimate areas. The giggling let me know who was ticklish! I concluded by washing three luxurious heads of hair. I reveled in the feel of their silky tresses as I washed and then conditioned their curls.
The three of them had just started washing me when Grid began ‘operation clean out.’ I was first. It was ODD! The sensation was of taking a big dump, without the ‘dump.’ I watched the girls as Grid continued. Taylor gasped and involuntarily reached for her butt. Abigayle had the same reaction with the involuntary ‘grab.’ Aoife started then immediately looked at me in an accusatory fashion. I laughed then explained what was happening. Abigayle laughed uproariously at the thought of Dalton’s fancy church getting our very special delivery. Now in a very good mood, the girls returned to washing me.
Taylor fell to her knees with soapy hands washing my cock and balls. She stroked me as I hardened under her feathery touches. Aoife was behind me. She reached around me to pull me back into her slick breasts. Aoife pinched and massaged my nipples, adding to my arousal. Abigayle was pressed into my side, kissing me with her tongue playing in my mouth.
I came quickly under this erotic assault, shooting ropes of cum on Taylor as she knelt in front of me. Taylor stood up to display her prize, rubbing cum into her skin. Taylor kissed Abigayle, sharing the cum she caught in her mouth. Aoife held my cock, stroking it lightly.
Taylor grabbed the handheld shower to rinse us. She took particular pleasure in concentrating the massager action on my sensitive cock, even as Aoife continued stroking. They ceased their groping only long enough for us to step out of the shower to begin drying each other. The groping resumed employing the towels.
We moved to my big bed with naked Abigayle placed in the middle. Aoife was next to Abigayle’s supine figure sucking on her nipples in turn and fingering her cunt.
As I crawled up between Abigayle’s widely sprawled legs Taylor began to lick and suck my rosebud. She reached between my legs to caress my balls and stroke my cock in time with her tongue fucking into my ass. When I was fully hard, with pre-cum drooling from my dick, Taylor relented in her analingus. She crawled next to me, guiding me toward Abigayle using my hard cock as a convenient handle.
Aoife was lying astride Abigayle’s body with her face buried in Abigayle’s cunt. Abigayle had her heels dug into the bed, raising her crotch into Aoife’s tongue. When I was between Abigayle’s legs with my knees nearly against her butt I reached down, grabbing Aoife by the hair and raising her head, until her face was level with my rampant cock. Aoife opened her mouth as I flexed my hips. The head of my dick was quickly between her soft wet lips.
Taylor grabbed Abigayle’s left ankle as Aoife grabbed her right ankle, spreading her legs widely, making Abigayle’s cunt and anus prominent and vulnerable for me. Abigayle’s cunt was wet and open. I leaned forward until my weight was on Abigayle. I was kissing her as I caressed her body. Taylor lifted my hips slightly as she grasped my cock.
Taylor and Aoife guided me into Abigayle. I gently slid into Abigayle’s cuntal sheathe. She accepted me with a contented sigh as our pubic bones met. I held myself still inside her until Abigayle’s movements told me she wanted more. I began to stroke and Abigayle matched my rhythm.
Aoife and Taylor released her ankles and Abigayle wrapped her legs around me. I stopped reaching back and grasped her ankles, and began to lift them until her hips were arched off the bed. Now I began a strong stroking into Abigayle, slamming into her.
Abigayle began a continuous spasming as she orgasmed constantly under my assault. I pushed down solidly on her ankles, forcing them to her shoulders as I powered, slamming downward one last time to spew my come into her. I released Abigayle’s legs as I collapsed on top of her. Taylor and Aoife untangled and straightened our limbs as I continued with my full weight on Abigayle. I started to roll to the side and she stopped me.
“Don’t move. I need to feel your full weight on top of me.”
I lay on top of her while the aftershocks and spasms finally pushed my cock out of her cunt. I rolled to my left side, carrying Abigayle with me. She had her arms around my neck while I was kissing and nibbling at her lovely face. She said:
“Now my ass. Do my ass. I need you to do it with love to cancel the brutal rapes I had to endure before you saved me.”
“Are you sure, Abigayle?”
“Very, please do it now. Fuck my ass!”
My cock was hard and still wet with our combined juices. I rolled Abigayle on her back. Taylor was immediately licking and sucking her ass using her fingers transferring our juices from Abigayle’s cunt to her ass. I instructed Grid:
“Make sure the ass hole is well-lubed and she’s relaxed; no reason this has to hurt.”
Grid replied:
“Yes, sir. She really does want you to do this.”
Taylor sat back on her heels as she positioned my dick at Abigayle’s rosebud. I pushed and slipped through her anal ring. I stopped then slowly eased forward until I was fully inside Abigayle’s ass. I reached down and settled both hands on her ample breasts. Her hardened nipples were between my fingers as my hands palmed her tits.
I began stroking into Abigayle’s ass. She flexed her ass up to meet my strokes. Abigayle began to chant as I fucked her. She was chanting:
“Fuck. Fuck. Ass. Fuck My. Butt. Fuck Me Fuck. Fuck.”
Her words were rhythmic exhalations as my hips slapped into her ass. The heat and tightness of her ass excited me, speeding my strokes, bringing my excitement to a rapid conclusion as my come spewed into Abigayle’s tight butt.
As my cock popped out of Abigayle’s tight channel Taylor grabbed it and dove on it. Her sucking mouth was all the way to the base of my cock as she cleaned it. My dick was hard as she continued her sucking.
I looked up to see Aoife lewdly positioned on her knees with her legs spread and her shoulder on the bed. She held her ass cheeks wide apart as she displayed the glass dildo shoved in her asshole. I knee walked to her. I stroked the dildo in and out. I popped it out of her ass accompanied by a huge sigh from Aoife.
I positioned my dick at her rosebud. I pushed in just until the head pushed past the anal ring. I waited momentarily until her hips moved toward me. I pressed home until the front of my hips were against the backs of hers. I stopped when I was fully inside her ass. Aoife gave an impatient flex with a shake of her red mane. I began fucking into her, matching her movements. By the end I was slam fucking into her ass with the full force of my hips and pulling arms. Aoife was screaming in monster orgasms. At Aoife’s every peak my cock was trapped in her hard muscled ass. I would pull free and slam into her only to be trapped again in her velvet prison. I finally spewed into her ass, which drove Aoife to another plateau.
I fell exhausted on Aoife’s sweat slick back with my own sweat-drenched body. Her hard muscled ass expelled my cock. I lay on top of her licking the salty skin of her neck at her hairline as my hands reached under her to explore her wet tits with their distended nipples. The bedding under us was soaked.
Taylor and Abigayle were quickly returning from the bathroom with towels and washcloths to clean us. I rolled to my side. Abigayle moved Aoife over and into my arms. Taylor shifted us out of the massive wet spot. Aoife and I were both sweaty and starting to chill. Abigayle began to wipe down Aoife while Taylor focused on me. Taylor’s gentle stroking with the washcloth and then the towel was relaxing me. Before I could tell Taylor how pleasant her pampering touch felt the lights went out.
I felt soft nibbles on my lips as I came fully awake. My eyes opened to find Aurelia bent over, kissing and gently chewing my lips, while her assistant Berit was similarly bent over doing the same thing to the head of my dick.
When she saw that my eyes were open Aurelia reached over and pushed down on the back of Berit’s head. Berit engulfed my dick swallowing it until her lips hit my pubic bone. Berit held my hips as she face fucked down on my dick.
Aurelia lifted my right hand and tucked it into the front of her camo jumpsuit. My hand naturally grasped her tit, with plump nipple pressing into the palm of my hand. Aurelia giggled as my hand massaged her.
The erotic combination of Aurelia kissing me with my hand on her breast with Berit’s mouth and throat on my cock quickly had me flexing my hips off the bed and spending into Berit’s hot mouth. Berit quickly moved to share my cum with Aurelia as they pushed it back and forth with their tongues until it was gone.
I looked around attempting to orient myself. I was on the right edge of the bed. Abigayle was tucked tightly against my left side under my left arm with her head on my chest. Abigayle’s left arm and leg were sprawled across me. Aoife was on her right side pressed up against my left arm. Taylor was spooned behind Aoife.
All of them were awake after watching at least the conclusion of my oral wake up from Aurelia and Berit. Abigayle was holding my softened dick as she kissed me in greeting. I asked her:
“How do you feel my love?”
“Totally new woman. Your image replaces Dalton’s and your voice more than covers up his whiney snivel. My love is yours alone. My loyalty had transferred to you. I can sense Dalton’s orders and commands but distantly; they have no compulsion today.”
I said:
“Good. I want you to stay close to Taylor. If you start to feel any returning obedience to Dalton you must immediately tell Taylor. That’s an order!”
Abigayle responded:
“Yes, master. I will stay close to Taylor and I will tell her immediately.”
Aurelia reported:
“It is fully dark Champion. The weather channel reports clear weather all the way to Nevada. The moon phase is quarter. Cynthia informed Adrienne of your plans.”
Berit then said:
“We have coffee and juice for everyone on the table here.”
Abigayle moved first sliding across me to reach the edge of the bed. She kept her body in excruciatingly close contact until Aurelia helped Abigayle to her feet.
Aoife was next as she poised above me on her hands and knees. I reached up grabbing her mane pulling her face into mine. I kissed her with bruising contact. She growled, reveling in my rough play. Aoife immediately leapt to her feet, disdaining help from Aurelia.
Taylor came next, tenderly touching me first. Pulling her into my arms I kissed her soft lips. She smiled happily as Aurelia assisted her to her feet.
Aurelia offered me coffee. Something was nagging at me. I wanted to be on my way to Nevada to find the itch and scratch it!
Taylor sensed my mood, and taking my hand she led me into my shower. This time it was not about my arousal but tender loving caresses demonstrating her deep feeling without any selfish motive. Clean and refreshed by her ministrations Taylor dried me, sending me back into my room to dress.
Aoife just returned after cleaning up in her own room just down the hall. Abigayle had been forgotten. She stood next to my bed looking bewildered. I sent her into the shower with instructions to clean up with Taylor
I dressed in my Wrangler boot cut jeans and a Riggs cotton chambray shirt. I wore an inch and half black belt with a small-subdued buckle. Not giving anyone an aiming point! I stamped into my boots. I tucked my Swiss army knife into my left front pocket, with my Leatherman in a back pocket. My Buck folder tucks very nicely into a small watch pocket above the right front pocket.
Aoife was holding my Galco vertical shoulder holster rig for my 45 Colt. The rig had two magazine holders under my right arm for balance. Both sides clipped down to the wide belt for security.
Aoife said:
“Be a shame to lose your gun while you’re in flight.”
I agreed:
“Good point. Awful embarrassing!”
Aoife helped me shrug into the shoulder holster harness. I shifted my shoulders to get comfortable. I was used to just tucking the 45 behind my hip. I had to relearn wearing my ‘iron’ under my arm.
Aoife, without warning, grabbed me in her strong grip and crushed me to her breast. I turned her head until we could make eye contact to find her worried expression.
“God damn it, Aoife, not you too. I thought you understood. This is my job. This is what I do. Champion takes risks. Please don’t be angry. It is just too important that I have you here. The girls must be protected form Dalton. You...
I pointed in exaggerated fashion in her face
“…Are their protection. Now God damn it you smile for me. I’m not leaving here remembering my warrior love frowning.”
With that I kissed her solidly jarring my teeth with the contact. When I pushed my tongue into her mouth she bit it HARD! Then she smiled.
Aoife said:
“Come back to me remembering that I am to be punished for my impertinences.”
I grinned at her as I said:
“Indeed my love. I fully intend to punish you severely. Select a room where we will not be interrupted as well as the necessary implements.”
Aoife positively glowed at my pronouncement. She took my arm and led me toward the stairs.
Despite the late hour the kitchen was packed. I sat down at the big kitchen table between Cynthia and Isobel. Aoife sat next to Isobel. She left room for Taylor and Abigayle to join us. Christy and Janice were across from me. Claire, Paige and Aintzane were scattered around the table.
Aurelia served me a huge breakfast consisting of three eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and toast. I might be too heavy to lift off! I did little talking while I was stuffing my face.
As I was drinking my ‘after-meal’ coffee we discussed my Nevada trip. Christy gave me the notes regarding the J.W. Miles Corporation in Nevada with an authorization letter from Taylor. I told them:
“Every time we talk about his Nevada connection the hairs on my neck go up.”
My sense of dread was finally getting through. They seemed to finally understand my urgency. It was time to go.
Cynthia brought my leather jacket. She tucked my ivory hilted sheathe knife in one of the inside pockets. The she helped me put it on. She grabbed the front of my jacket, pulling me into a fierce kiss. She let go, mutely turning me so that Isobel could kiss me. With one on each arm they walked me to the back deck and no further, with both turning back into the house before I left.
Aoife joined me on the deck. She handed me my refilled coffee cup as she said:
“It will be a warrior’s farewell for you this time.”
I started off the deck. Elias intercepted us. He asked me to step into the greenhouse that had been converted to hold our Atlantean crystal ziggurats. Maeve asked me to place my hand on the closest ziggurat. After a short time not much over a minute, she told me:
“That’s fine. You’re ready to travel now. We have loaded the latest information and updated spells into Grid. Safe journey Champion. Hurry back to us.”
I walked out of the green house following Aoife. Watching her mince with obvious distaste around the slush and puddles was cheering. I snickered as I contemplated the reaction if I tossed a slush ball at her.
Claire, gesturing from the deck, caught my attention. Paige and Claire were on the decks’ bottom step. Claire gave me a big sloppy kiss. I turned to Paige saying:
“If you start crying I’m not leaving.”
Paige leaned forward; I quickly pulled her into my arms. My arms around her solely supported her. I kissed her soft lips. She pulled her head back to regard me gravely:
“You must go and search diligently. We are safe here. Focus on your task.”
I said:
“A regular fucking Delphic Oracle, all riddles.”
Paige smiled taking no offense at all as she calmly replied:
“My riddles are different.”
Wrapped in her serene demeanor with her calm smile she resumed the step next to her sister. She held my hand just for a moment with my fingers lingering in her grasp before she released me.
Aoife tossed me my wizard robe as we walked to the side yard. With my robe on there was no more excuse for delay. Aoife leaned in for a kiss. She said:
“Safe journey Champion come home to those who love you.”
I held her hand as I levitated the first few feet and assumed my sitting position. She gave me a last kiss on the cheek as I released her hand. I quickly rose straight up like an elevator to a thousand feet then headed west.
As I headed west we picked up speed and we began to climb to pass over the Rockies. I pulled on my leather gloves as I started to chill. I said to Grid:
“Who’s fucking idea was this? I’m cold.”
Grid giggled as she replied:
“I don’t remember. Do you need a warmth spell?”
“Not yet. I’m Okay. I just like to complain.”
Grid replied:
“Yes, sir; whatever you say.”
I said:
“Grid I have a question. When we grabbed Adrienne and Tammy we didn’t know about their telepathic abilities, did we? Was it a coincidence?”
Grid replied:
“It was not coincidence. That level of ability, even latent, is not common. In retrospect their latent ability may have attracted my focus in the casino mall. I chose them in preference to others, those ‘abilities’ may have tipped the balance.”
I said:
“Not a criticism Grid. I think we are very fortunate to have them. I was just wondering, if I did that again, would we be that lucky.”
With that discussion we lapsed into quiet silence as I admired the night sky and the lights on the ground. I kept increasing our speed in steps until we blasted over the Rockies and into the desert beyond.
Now it was a speed run as we settled a few hundred feet over the desert heading for the ranch rendezvous. I bounced up a quick two thousand feet as we closed the distance. I surveyed in all directions, looking for danger, but none was apparent. I was finally hovering over the ranch outbuildings. I settled on the roof of the large tin machinery shed looking around before I committed to landing. Grid asked:
“Would you like to try the augmented vision spells?”
“The what?”
Grid replied:
“Michael Brady started our study by requesting night vision equipment to protect us. I of course remembered our discussion outside Janice’s when you were shot. Michael purchased many examples for our examination. It was his showing us captured night vision goggles and scopes used by our attackers that spurred us to begin spell casting.”
I said:
“How’s it work?”
Grid answered:
“In simplest terms: The spell occupies a space intimately directly in front of your eyes. The spell acts on the image just before it is seen by the optic nerves. The spell intensifies the light like the very best fourth or fifth generation light amplification device, in addition the spell reads heat signature and heat differential to provide an infrared image. Michael indicated that our magically ‘blended’ images were clearer and sharper than either type image alone from his best technology.”
I said:
“This seems like an ideal time to try this out.”
Grid replied:
“It might be disconcerting or even disorienting. Close your eyes and say when you are ready.”
I shut my eyes and said:
“Go.”
I opened my eyes to a world that was suddenly very much brighter. The moonlight abruptly was as bright as noon. There was none of the usual odd colors from night scopes.
I smiled at the coyote one hundred yards away who thought his motionless stance in the low scrubs concealed him. His coyote body heat outlined him in perfect silhouette. The cool ground provided a stark backdrop.
I formed a small golf ball sized flash bang. I quickly fired it into the ground under Mr. Coyote’s belly. My aim was good, as coyote went straight up in the air and swapped ends, taking off at a dead run once he touched down. Three balls continued from my fingers striking just behind the coyote, speeding him on his way.
I had another question:
“Grid, how come the ‘flash’ from those flash bangs didn’t blind me?”
Grid answered:
“The spell filters extraneous information, including those blinding images, before they reach the eye.”
I replied:
“Better than any possible night scope. Can I aim a gun?”
“You, a very experienced marksman, would likely be able to sight even with the distractions. We would need to test this with optical sights and with the regular ‘iron’ sights to be sure.”
I put my hand in close proximity to my face and found that close focus felt ‘funny.’ My eyes seemed to have a haze as if clouded by sleep. I told Grid what I had found. We would test it later.
I stepped off the high peak of the shed and settled to the ground. I tossed a basketball sized light ball in the far corner of the shed. I expected to be blinded; instead the shed was in exceptionally brilliant illumination. The light spilling out of the door lit the desert for yards. I used my ‘night eyesight’ to gather wood for my fire. My fire spell ignited a cheery blaze. I stood, warming my hands in the chill desert air, as I contemplated testing my new eyes.
On the far side of the house from the shed was a deep hole used for trash and refuse. Given the history of the property most of the trash was beer cans and liquor bottles. I collected a dozen beer cans. I lined them on a remaining section of fence next to the house. I had to back up far enough so that I used the gun sights not just shot by feel.
I was about 20 yards from the fence when I drew my 45. My tritium three green dot self-illuminating night sights were extra bright and looked as big as headlights. The three green dots were aimed by placing the front one between the back two in a horizontal level line. This would aim the gun with good close range accuracy even in total darkness. The dots were illuminated by radioactive tritium gas.
I focused on the sights. The glare began to reduce as my mind dialed down the brightness. I could still see the bright dots, but also the outline of the sights as I would in daylight.
The fire with the additional light leaking from the shed was more than enough to illuminate my targets. I fired, knocking the first can cleanly off the fence railing. I backed up two paces; firing again and knocking another can into the bush. I backed up another two paces with the same result of slapping another can off the rail. I backed up yet again, this time five full paces, with another can gone except this time I tried a second from the same spot and that can went off into the brush as well. Two quick shots had two more cans down.
I was shooting as well in the dark as in daylight. I dropped the expended clip, slipping a fresh one from my hanging magazine pouch. I slapped the new one home. My 45 went back in the shoulder holster with the empty clip in my jacket pocket. I was back at the fire, waiting for my ride and pondering my new, improved eyesight.
I said:
“Grid, turn off the night vision for now. I’ll let you know when I want it back.”
Just that fast my vision returned to unassisted, as the pale moonlight did a very poor job of lighting my surroundings. The normalcy was reassuring. I would hate to be trapped in the night by having ‘night vision’ permanently!
I tossed more scrap wood on the fire. It blazed up nicely as the dry wood caught. Just then I heard the growl of a truck coming into the box canyon. The pick up turned around the canyon wall and its lights picked me up standing next to the shed. The horn sounded as the pick up accelerated. It roared past me to slide to a halt in a cloud of dust. The doors opened to allow a stampede of girls. Okay three girls is not a stampede!
Tammy and Lisa ran around the truck. Tammy catapulted into my arms, with her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me. Lisa was standing a few feet back with an amused expression on her face. Tammy finally disentangled and disengaged.
The three of them were dressed in tight low-rise jeans with cotton men’s work shirts and cowboy boots. Lisa was wearing a straw cowboy hat and gold-framed glasses with rectangular rose lenses. Lisa’s long, lustrous blonde hair framed her face.
Tammy had a baseball hat from UNLV, with her hair in a ponytail tucked up in the space over the plastic size adjustment. Tammy had a short soft-leather jacket while Lisa was in a jean jacket.
Lisa stepped into my arms, throwing her arms around my neck. We started kissing; it was like we never stopped. I came up for air with my hands buried in the back of Lisa’s low-rise jeans, holding tight to her heart shaped ass cheeks, pulling her into my body trying for even closer contact.
Adrienne poked me in the arm as she said:
“Turn her loose big boy, it’s my turn.”
Adrienne had her aviator glasses tucked up into her hair. She was wearing a rough out leather sheepskin vest with a wide sheepskin collar. The sheepskin wool showed at armholes and hem. The vest had two large breast pockets and 5 brass buttons up the front. Adrienne tucked her glasses in the left pocket of her vest as she approached.
Adrienne was quickly into my arms with her tongue deeply in my mouth as soon as we kissed. Our tongues dueled as we continued our kissing and groping. I was panting when we finally stopped. Adrienne agreed saying:
“I missed you too. Don’t stay away so long next time.”
With our greetings at least started, Adrienne went to the cab of the pickup, returning with a large thermos of coffee. She dropped the tailgate on the truck. First she threw an MP-5 up on the tailgate, followed by the coffee thermos. We stood by the warm fire with our coffee mugs, discussing why I was in Nevada.
I briefed them about J.W. and his connection to a Nevada corporation with property somewhere in LV. Lisa said:
“Sounds creepy.”
I replied:
“It bothers me bunches, that’s why I’m here.”
Dawn was just turning the sky pink as I said:
“I have to ask Grid a question.”
“Grid, how do I give the girls the newest spells?”
Grid replied:
“Join hands and you say update.”
I opened my eyes and said:
“You probably heard that but join hands anyway.”
We joined hands as we stood next to the fire and I said:
“Update.”
Very quickly Grid announced we were done. I said:
“I’ll explain later, we have work to do. Where are we going for breakfast?”
Tammy giggled:
“Is food all you think about?”
Lisa said with a laugh:
“Considering where he had his hands earlier, I think not.”
Adrienne tossed me the MP-5 and Tammy the thermos as she slammed the tailgate. I collapsed my light ball and doused my fire. Adrienne was behind the wheel with Tammy in the middle of the seat with Lisa waiting at the passenger door. I slid into the cab with Lisa climbing on my lap. She leaned back against me with a satisfied purr pulling my hands around her settling my right on her right breast. I asked:
“How did we decide this?”
Tammy smirked and said:
“We cut cards but Lisa cheated.”
I said:
“You all cheat.”
Adrienne said:
“Yes, it evens out when we are ALL using magic.”
We drove downtown in the early morning quiet to eat at the Plaza. We had the ‘Pound of Pig’ ham breakfast special in the diner. Even I was full after that. From there we drove down Las Vegas Boulevard to Tropicana. This time of the morning we shared the boulevard with only street sweepers and garbage trucks.
On Trop we found the strip mall anchored by a 24-hour pharmacy with several slot and poker machines in the entryway.
In the middle of this particular mall was the office of Kenneth Ramsey; Attorney at Law Registered Agent for the Nevada Corporation of J.W. and Taylor Miles.
The four of us entered to find a small but well organized one lawyer operation. We opened the door to immediately walk up to a counter. There was one desk facing the counter with one person sitting behind the desk. Kenneth, Call me Kenny Ramsey was happy to see us. The eye candy my three lovelies represent would make anyone happy to see ‘us.’
I handed Kenny my letter of introduction from Taylor, the sole stockholder of the corporation. Kenny said:
“I’m sorry I won’t be seeing her, J.W. usually has her stop in when they are in town.”
That was quite a surprise, with more to come. Kenny handed me one nine by twelve manila folder as he said:
“This is the information for the warehouse on Industrial Road. The envelope has keys and alarm codes.”
Kenny had another large envelope:
“This is for the condo, you folks call them townhouses. It’s in a new development on the way to Red Rock. That’s why the street name might not be familiar. Again the keys and alarm codes are in here.”
He handed that one to Tammy who had been shamelessly flirting with him. He continued:
“I have been sending all the letters, bills, and documents to your office in Lakeville as Taylor directed on her last visit.”
I asked Kenny to write down the address so I could verify his information was current. I said:
“Taylor has requested that you continue as our Registered Agent and mail drop. If you are satisfied with the arrangement continue to bill as you have. We are certainly pleased with your diligence.”
Kenny fairly glowed with my compliments. We had to take a moment ushering the girls out of his office so that Tammy could shake her tits at him one last time. We were out in the mall parking lot next to the pick up when Adrienne said:
“What a bullshit artist; ‘pleased with your diligence,’ you didn’t even know he existed.”
Lisa said:
“But what’s this crap about Taylor being in his office? She never was here to be in his office.”
I said:
“I have to phone home. They have to check this ‘secret’ J.W. office.”
I immediately had Christy and Janice on the speakerphone. I read them the address. I said:
“It’s the Airpark in Lakeville. A small industrial and office park connected to the regional airport. J.W. probably even leased a Lear or helicopter there. Get on it we need the information he has hidden there. Take reinforcements, who knows what you’ll find.”
I hung up to a chorus of yes dears, we’re on it. We left the mall heading for the warehouse.
We turned north on Industrial Road. We found the building in a section surrounded by other warehouses and industrial sites.
It was a nondescript but outsized two-story warehouse, with a huge lay down yard behind the building ,all surrounded by 20-foot brick wall covered with razor wire. The front of the building had a single street level steel roll up garage door sixteen wide by twenty-four high with a driveway down to the street. There was one regular entry door next to the driveway. The wall was cut by one driveway entry right next to the building with a wide sliding gate also topped with the ubiquitous razor wire.
Grid said:
“Champion, remember when I told you about miasma lulling non-magicals?”
“Yes.”
“This building has a version of the miasma, making the non-magical person pay no attention to the building; they don’t even see it. No thief would contemplate entering. This building does not exist for the non-magical folk who might pass this way every day of their lives.”
We were aghast at this demonstration of magical power. I said:
“Grid and the rest of you medallions -- look around. Is anyone interested in the building or us? Any lookouts?”
With their negatives I said:
“Need some miasma. We’re going in, we will be very obviously armed and I want zero interest as we cross the street and enter the building.”
I threw the MP-5 sling around my neck. Tammy had a Benelli M-4. Lisa had an MP-5K. Adrienne had her Glock and the big envelope. We clambered out of the truck then with a great show of nonchalance we crossed the street. We clustered for just a few moments as Adrienne opened the door.
We were now in a pretty standard warehouse entryway with a door to the warehouse floor on this level and long steps up the more than two stories to the upstairs office area. The good news was the closing of the entry door ended any view from the street.
Adrienne punched the codes into the alarm keypad on the wall. When the lights were green I flipped the MP-5 sling off my neck and proffered it to Adrienne. I drew the small Walther stainless steel .25 caliber TPH. I screwed the small suppressor on the end of the barrel. I made whisper motions. I asked Grid:
“Anybody home?”
Grid replied:
“Deserted, Champion. You have my word on it.”
Adrienne unlocked the warehouse door and I stepped through. Grid was right; there was clearly no one home. As the full import of what I was seeing hit me I was nauseous, feeling as if I had been punched right in my unprotected stomach. I stood with my shoulders slumped as I kept saying:
“Fuck, shit. Fuck, shit. Fuck, shit.”
Finally Tammy had enough. She walked up and slapped me. Not a little girl bitch slap, but a full, windup from somewhere near floor level with great follow-through, slap. My head rocked back as my lip split. It took a full minute for my vision to clear. Tammy had some balls, standing her ground as she waited for my reaction. I snapped my head from side to side to shake it off. Some of the blood sprayed on her from my lip. I put my hand up to my lip and took it away covered in blood. I said:
“One helluva punch love. We definitely need to talk about you and foxy boxing.”
Tammy threw her arms around me, murmuring about how sorry she was.
I said:
“Fuck that. I would still be rooted to the spot feeling sorry for myself. Can somebody find me a rag or something?”
Lisa did far better than that she found a giant sized first aid pouch with massive gauze bandages and butterflies by the score. Grid helped stem the bleeding as Lisa cleaned and bandaged me.
I said:
“You ladies realize what we have here?”
Adrienne said:
“Military stuff?”
I agreed:
“Yes, military but think more and bigger. J.W. has stockpiled the start of the revolution right here in sight of the Las Vegas Strip!”
There was murmuring as they looked around with new eyes. They understood my intense reaction now. I said:
“This must have cost J.W. a TON!”
I pointed:
“Look on that wall. Those are civilian Hummers. H1s in cloth and hardtop, H2 and H2 SUTs. There must be sixteen of them.”
More pointing like a tour guide:
“Now look behind you along that very far wall. Those are the real deal, the military milspec HMMWV. Problem is that I thought DOT and DOD had rules prohibiting private ownership. Whatever -- there are about thirty-six of various models backed up to that wall. I see what looks like armament carriers, another with enough antennas to be a ‘Knight’ and over by the Airstream trailer looks like an ambulance. “
I finally spotted the electrical room. I walked in and began throwing every breaker I could find into the ON position. The world became a brighter place. The sodium lights would take a few minutes to warm up but everything else was lit up!
I was back to pointing:
“See those weird snub nosed things with six wheels? Pinzgauer, six by six. The open framework with the gun mounts is their version of a jeep. I count at least another dozen.”
The girls were wide eyed as we walked down the center of the warehouse floor. We reached a large bay off the main floor. I pointed at the big red ‘boxes” lining the wall
“Those are standard international shipping containers. They are one standardized size to make all the transport issues easy. Eight feet wide by eight and one half feet high by twenty feet long. Note that they are stacked in a triple rank away from the wall and three containers high. I count twenty-four of those three high rows of containers. I can’t imagine what he needed so much of, but if it’s ammunition he has enough to restage the Rape of Nan King.”
Right on cue Tammy perked up with:
“Who was Nan King?”
We actually managed to laugh about the misunderstanding. It broke the tension.
I said:
“Lets look for the strong rooms -- there must be a shitload of guns in here somewhere.”
We were walking back to the central area when we stumbled across six Mercedes Benz G55 SUVs. We spotted two Porsche Cayenne turbo SUVs as well.
In the central area we spotted vehicles lined up nose to tail at the roll up doors facing the lay down yard. Two GMC 3500 crew cabs were each attached to a 34 foot Airstream classic trailer. Another door had two Airstream Land Yacht 390 XL 39 foot motor homes lined up ready to pull out one behind the other. Tucked behind them, third in line, was an Airstream SkyDeck 39 foot motor home.
I had to laugh. In another corner was a ‘bunch’ of ATV men’s toys. John Deere six wheeled Gators, with more Polaris Ranger six by six. Somehow I felt better; it wasn’t all-diabolical when he had to give in and buy ATV’s.
There was a large blocked in area in one bay off the floor. The massive steel door was not on Adrienne’s list. I said:
“Okay stick, do your thing.”
The door swung open easily. I said:
“Stick, open all the doors in this area, and all the doors on the second floor.”
We heard a series of clicks and creaks, as uncounted heavy doors were swinging fully open. We looked through the steel door, down a short corridor that went to the building back wall then turned. We entered and walked down to the turn, and saw a very long corridor running the length of the building, with an open steel door about every twenty-five feet along both sides of the corridor.
We split up as I entered the first room and the girls ran down the brilliantly lit corridor to look in the other strong rooms.
When I entered I flashed back to a tour I had taken of Springfield Armory, the original military gun works, with thousands of guns of all types. That’s what that first gunroom felt like at first glance, an awe-inspiring quantity of death and destruction.
The first room would be the ‘go to war’ room. I judged that based on the rooms convenient location, as well as the variety and layout of the various classes of firearms. For instance, the heavy and medium machine guns prepped for vehicle mount were perched on sturdy saw horses in one area of the room. Bipod mounted medium and light machine guns for squad automatic weapon duty were in another area. Assault rifles and submachine guns were racked in another area. Each class area had large shelves filled with the appropriate ammunition in proper feeding format conveniently next to the guns.
There were three more doors in this room. Behind door number one were the special ops guns, with an emphasis on light, fast firing, high firepower firearms, plus a goodly selection of suppressor-equipped rifles, machine guns and pistols. Behind door number two were the sniper and scope equipped firearms, along with binoculars and spotting scopes.
Door number three the scariest room behind it. I spotted four big pallets of C-4 plastic explosive first thing, before I realized it was next to pallets of 500-meter rolls of detonating cord. Coils of safety fuse and rolls of contact wire were stacked high along the wall. Boxes of grenades of various types were piled next to boxes of mines. On one side of the door were bins filled with fuse igniters, crimpers, side cutters, linemen pliers, blasting machines, electric meters, test sets, batteries, strike anywhere matches, and Zippo lighters. On the other side of the door were more bins filled to overflowing with blasting caps, electric detonators, and electric initiators for the det cord. I said to myself:
“Me oh my, this aint gee eye.”
I said:
“Grid, I need a quick force field around the explosives and another around the detonators. We also need to move the fucking detonators away from the shit that blows up! Jesus, the whole building would be a big hole in the ground. What were they thinking?”
I was shaking my head as I quietly, ‘on tiptoes,’ backed out of the explosives room.
I stood next to the sawhorses, checking out the ‘vehicular’ heavy machine guns. Several ‘ma deuce’ fifties were lined up. Along side several M-240D 7.62 models with spade grips and O-ring sights. The 240 is a clone of the FN General Purpose, replacing the M-60. I counted four Mark 19 Mod 3s, the forty-millimeter machine gun.
Then I noticed the ‘post-it’ notes! They each had a post it with a number stuck to the receiver, likely the vehicle number. I doubt that 3-M would use this in an ad anytime soon. ‘This revolution kept organized with…’ Nope.
By this time the girls were back from their explorations. Tammy said:
“Jesus champion. I have to apologize. I’m truly sorry. I thought you were being a big baby. Since I’ve been looking around you didn’t exaggerate one bit you may have understated in fact. I’m really, really, sorry I clipped you.”
I grabbed her and hugged her. I said:
“You did the right thing. You think about something you can do to ‘make it up’ to me later.”
All three girls were laughing as Lisa said:
“We’ll ALL make it up to you.”
The three of them struck exaggerated poses to emphasize Lisa’s point. THAT was pretty fucking distracting, even in the current circumstances.
Lisa interrupted my reverie as she said:
“I walked around the main floor some more. One of the Airstreams is a doctor’s office with another as a surgical suite. That’s near the ambulances. Another Airstream is a commercial kitchen with extra stoves and lots of big pots and pans. Right next to that one I found huge walk-in coolers and freezers packed with food. More rooms nearby had cans, bottles, and boxes stacked on pallets.”
Tammy said:
“I was upstairs. There are several offices. More gun rooms with rifles, sub-machine guns, pistols, and knives. The biggest rooms are full of complete sets of uniforms on hangers in two colors. The tags said: Urban and Desert. One small room had sets in white? In other rooms were vests, belts, boots, even flashlights and lamps. Stuff like that. I looked out in back. Six gigantic tin machinery sheds, but there’s still plenty of open ground space. Bunches of machinery parked out in the open. I recognized forklifts, bulldozers, and hydraulic cranes on tires. You’ll have to look.”
We all turned to Adrienne who giggled and said:
“I didn’t go far, just down this hallway. The next two rooms are similar to this one. Not exactly, more of the machine-guns on the sawhorses. After that is a room with mortars and bazooka things. Then more rooms with rifles, sub-machine guns and those. ”
She pointed at the squad automatic weapons set up on their bipods. I explained my guesses regarding this room’s function as the initial weapon supply.
Lisa asked:
“What’s with all the converted Airstreams?”
I replied:
“I’m just speculating but it could be camouflage. He had to be careful. This area is regular flight path for the spy satellites; they constantly paint this area because of all the airbases that surround Vegas.”
Then I exclaimed:
“Aw Shit! This is all about those bases. Not about the casinos at all. J.W. was going to sweep in with his strike force, taking over the air bases. He’d score all the fighters and helicopters. Then use his ‘air forces’ to interdict any counter attack.”
I continued:
“Another thing. We need a strategy for dealing with all the people he had lined up for these operations. I am NOT butt fucking all those 100’s of guys. I ain’t that gay! We need another way to break their J.W. compulsions and make them our slaves, or at least loyal to us.”
The girls were absolutely on the floor laughing at my adamant statement. All three offered ribald and anatomically impossible solutions to my dilemma.”
Lisa was thoughtful as she gestured for quiet and asked:
“So where are they? Where are all the bodies that go with all this?”
As she gestured in an expansive manner to take in the room, and the larger compound that surrounded us.
Lisa said:
“Sleepers. People who have regular lives then when they get the right signal they come here, put on their uniforms, grab guns, and go fight.”
Tammy said:
“I was watching this movie on late night. I was studying. Charles Bronson was dealing with a conspiracy and ‘his’ sleepers didn’t even know they were agents until they got the special phone call.”
We all agreed that she could not have been studying very hard. I remembered the movie. We discussed that little additional possible complication.
Lisa asked:
“You think this was part of a bigger conspiracy? I almost get the sense that J.W. was freelancing. Getting ready to cut his good buddies out of the action. I bet his pal Dalton doesn’t know a thing about any of this.”
We chewed that over as we walked to a small door, opening into the lay down yard. We walked out to find an immense space. The six giant tin machinery storage sheds didn’t begin to fill the space. Machinery sheds were 75 feet wide by 300 feet long with sliding and service door on the end. There were additional sliding doors every fifty feet down the both sides of each shed. Wide aisles separated the sheds from each other and from the boundary walls.
I quickly spotted large skid mounted horizontal fiberglass oil storage tanks. Oil transports with the tractors attached were parked next to the portable tanks. Smaller ‘delivery-type’ tankers were also parked nearby. Tammy pointed to additional smaller tankers labeled ‘water’ that had tender trucks with pumps and filtration equipment.
Fork lifts and the specialized lifters for handling shipping containers were parked in the aisles. Tugs with the dedicated trailers for hauling the containers were parked near the lifters. Hydro cranes of various capacities were scattered in the yard. One section seemed reserved for ‘dirt movers’, with skid steer loaders, bulldozers, backhoes, dump trucks, and front-end loaders. Stacks of pallets and piled up open shipping containers blocked off any possible sightline through the gate opening to the street.
We walked to the shed directly in line with the door we just came through. We entered that service door to discover an air-conditioned space. That must have been ruinously expensive in the desert summer. Ranks of GMC Tahoes and Pickups were lined up. More Airstreams behind them, with shipping containers stacked up filling empty spaces. On one side were generators, compressors, and light towers. I said:
“Fuck it. I can’t look anymore. I’m on overload.”
The girls agreed. We walked back into the warehouse building. Lisa told us to wait a moment. She quickly returned with chilled bottled waters for all of us. Adrienne turned to me:
“Up to you boss. You call it. What’s next?”
I asked:
“Do we own the ranch?”
Adrienne replied:
“Yes, eleven sections total surround our canyon. A four-mile buffer from the ranch house to the nearest public road, and that road is not well traveled.”
I asked:
“Seven thousand acres?”
Tammy answered:
“A little over that, but close enough.”
I said:
“Okay. We’re going to move some of these trailers and motor homes to the ranch after dark. Then we build a wizard battery and move some big LP tanks in. Elias can start tunneling anytime. But first things first! We are taking some added firepower from the gunroom, grabbing one of those Mercedes Benz SUVs, and visiting J.W.’s secret condo.”