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The Adventures Of Reggie Starr
Book 2 - Chapter 3.
The City of New Orleans.
I was in the company of Mary Kate Bishop, Marine Body guard, extra
ordinary. (I was not a slouch myself.) My problem was not that anyone
could hurt me, but that I would hurt someone. That has a habit of bringing
attention to us. That is not good.
The way we were going to look was going to send the NSA into spasms of
regret in giving me that stupid security clearance. I was going to have a
good time and let go some tension.
I had a very simple plan. Mary Kate and me were going to become Lesbian
lovers. (In public only.) So that if anyone saw us, we were a pair. A
lipstick lesbian and her butch, talking about role reversal, Oy vey!
I had friends in New Orleans. But, I had to leave that life be. I had to move
on and make new friends. My old friends would just not understand my
circumstances. Who would believe this story?
We set out to just have a good time and wonder around. Bourbon Street was
in rare form tonight. It was a Friday night. I could see all the party people
and all the young teens out for forbidden booze. The gay community was
out in force on the east side of Bourbon. We were wondering back and forth
between the gay and the strait side of Bourbon. Just having a good time and
enjoying life.
I was in my spikes and my spandex. I wanted to be kinda slutty, but able to
move in a pinch. No one knew we were here. So if we did have any trouble,
it would be a random act. Sure enough, trouble finds Reggie Starr. Always.
My radar went off. "Mary Kate, trouble! Lets Go NOW!"
Mary knew I had some kind of 6th sense. She immediately moved. No
hesitation. Thank GOD. A shot rang out. IF she had been where she was,
she would have been shot.
"Shit, Reggie, What did you see or hear?"
"I just sensed someone targeting us. He is still out there, looking for us. We
need to get the hell out of here."
We flagged down a cabby and made back to the hotel. We could have
walked, but I didn't want the shooter making another attempt. I could have
taken the shooter; one on one, but that stupid clearance kept coming up in
my mind.
Later, news of a shooting of a pair of women on a side street was in the new
again. There was a serial killer out there. I just got a glimpse of his mind.
My rage was just too much.
"Mary Kate, we are going snipe hunting."
"Wait, Reggie, that will get me fired."
"Knowing my contacts and knowing the brass, I doubt it. But, we still need
to be careful."
Finally, real police work instead of these fake-life, mind games.
I went to my bag and pulled out my little 380 with the extended clip. I then
grabbed the silencer I had made in my shop. The whole gun only weighed
under a pound. I slipped it in a convenient space under my skirt and made
sure it didn't show. Mary Kate was just looking at me. She knew it would
do no good in saying anything. I was going for a Gay killer.
I had remembered sensing the asshole down a side street, in one of the
balconies off Bourbon Street. He was using a small caliber rifle. Something
like a 22 magnum. This was small, but at close range, deadly and accurate.
It didn't make much noise either.
We walked down the street and I was just sensing the air. No, he wasn't
here. He was not in the area. But, my uneasiness was still there. Was
someone else stalking us?
There behind us, was a group of typical thugs. They were obviously part of
a gang or something. I had no idea about their gang colors or their name. I
just knew gang.
There were 4 of them and only two of us. Seemed a bid one sided. Maybe
they needed to rethink their actions.
My senses were easy. So this was all of them. They wanted to gang rape a
pair of lesbians.
"You bitches like big meat, or rubber?"
The thug was obviously talking about dildos.
I quietly started walking the opposite way, giving them the chance to run
away. Too bad, they decided to try to take us both. The first nice young
man didn't even get a chance to lay a hand on us. He was face down on the
cobblestones and out before anyone realized it.
The other ones decided that we were a bit more than we looked.
The knives came out. Too bad, I was going to have to give one of them their
first sexual experience, anally with the handle of that knife.
Sure enough, a pair of them came at me, while the other made an attack on
Mary Kate. I started playing with them. I took the knives from their hands
before they knew it. Mary had much less done the same thing. The guys
were just looking confounded. We just kept hurting them every time they
made a move. We didn't ever actually land a blow. WE just kept letting
them miss us and slam into walls and pavement. After about 5 minutes of
this, they picked themselves up, and got the hell away. But, my radar went
off again.
He was out there, looking at us. I jumped up and pushed Mary Kate to the
ground, and the bullet just missed her.
We took cover and quietly looked for him. I was not seeing a muzzle flash.
He was using a Silencer!
But, he didn't know about my radar. I looked and soon saw the glass of a
scope, shining in the neon light. I had him. He was up on another balcony.
I quietly pointed him out to Mary Kate. I pulled out my silenced 380 and
took a careful aim.
"You got to be shitting me, Reggie. No way you could hit him with that pop
gun."
I squeezed a shot off and took out the glass of the scope. I had not hit the
shooter. I had just disabled his gun. And promptly scared the shit out of
him. He then figured out he was out of our poor female leagues.
The chase was on.
We bounced through several streets trying to get where I figured he might
end up. We were on Esplanade. This was a dark street on the east side of
the Quarter. The guy came running out to a car parked on the street, spotted
us and crawled into his car. I quietly shot out both rear tires. He might get a
block before he lost it. We kept moving up on him, when the police showed
up. I quietly stuffed my gun back into my hiding place and screamed and
pointed at the car.
"That asshole shot at us. He has a gun."
The cops told us to "Stay where we were and they would get him."
Yea sure, we quietly got out of there.
Later on, we heard a news report on TV talking about the capture of the gay
killer and the fact that the two women who were attacked tonight decided to
leave the scene.
I was having the time of my life. Mary Kate was not so happy.
"You like this kind of life, don't you?"
"Better than stripping and whoring for the government! I like getting the
bad guys."
"Reggie, the Feds are going to have your nicely shaped ass if you aren't
careful."
"Gee Mary, I didn't know you cared about me."
"No Reggie, I care that I will get in trouble if your hurt or get unwanted
public attention."
"Ok, Ok. I get it. It was back to normal fun. I am in the mood for some
coffee and beniets."
"Sound tame enough. Lets go."
We headed to the most famous coffee joint in the world, Caf? Du' Mont.
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Security report on Reggie Starr.
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Surveillance shows that our subject had no real respect for her new
clearance. We have seen several violations of protocols. Her assigned
guard, while sticking to her subject, has violated the spirit of her assignment
by allowing circumstances outside of their proposed activities.
It seems that our subject needs action. Not undercover work, but street
action. We seem to have a frustrated policewoman.
It is recommended that our subject be watched closely and maybe given
assignments to vent this need for police action, instead of finding it on her
own.
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We were sitting at the caf?, minding our own business. I got a little tickle in
the back of my neck. I casually looked across the open caf? and noticed the
little nerdy guy. I walked up to him and sat down beside him.
"The NSA will just hire anyone these days, Huh?"
The guy acted startled. "I, I, I don't know what you are talking about and I
don't know you."
"Yes, you do, and I have made you. Tell your guys we are just minding our
business and are going to leave you alone. Please don't be so obvious in the
future."
I came back over to Mary Kate and was laughing so hard that I had started
coughing.
"I just made our NSA tail pee himself."
"How did you know he was a tail?"
"My little ability to know who is watching me and who is going to hurt me.
That guy was thinking that he wanted to ring my neck. I locked in and
figured out who and what he was. I want him to think he did something
wrong to make me 'read' him."
"Oh shit, well, my career with the Marines is dead. I wanted an embassy
assignment."
"Hell, what you want with a cushy job like that when you have me?"
Silence.
"Oh well, sorry, just trying to make a joke again. Look, don't worry. I will
get the heat, not you. And besides, we won't be here very long. Trouble
always finds me, and now you. Having fun yet?"
Mary Kate was not happy. So I took her back to the hotel and quietly turned
in. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.
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We were still in New Orleans. I was a sight to behold. I was wearing the
very tight liquid spandex leggings and a top that was so tight that you could
see a pimple. My F cups were a sight to behold. It was strange, but I was
beginning to enjoy being a woman. I was having fun. I was experimenting
with the way I looked and enjoying every minute of it.
I enjoyed wigs. I liked the very long and full things. Of all the colors I
liked, I really enjoyed the Jet black straight and also curly ones. I did have a
couple of Red like the black ones. I had arranged to get special wigs. I
would shave my head and glue the special caps to my shaved head. That
made the wig extremely hard to come off. I could take the wigs off with the
use of a solvent, which was easy to use. This allowed me to change my look
any time I wished. The only negative thing was these wigs were very heavy,
even heavier than normal hair. But, I still liked the way they looked and I
could handle the extra weight.
If you saw me on the street, I looked like the model Dominatrix. My facial
features allowed the extreme up swept eyes and my skin texture allowed use
of some wild makeup. I played with it. If you saw me coming down the
street, you would remember me.
After the arrest of the gay killer, things went back to normal. But there was
word on the street about the two women who were responsible for the
capture of the killer. The local underground, mostly gay, had our
descriptions and when we walked down the street, I noticed a few people
giving us a third glance. One, we were a pair of lesbians. Two, I was knock
down dead gorgeous, and three, we were the two who caught the killer.
I was later told that the whole story was out in the quarter. There were
witnesses who saw us during the fight, and one even saw me pull out the gun
and shoot. The newspapers reported that a small caliber gun had shot out the
scope on the gun. The cops had tapped into the local buzz and unknown to
me and Mary Kate, had been looking for us.
It had to happen. We were walking down the street and a police car passed
us. My radar went off. I knew who and what had happened. So I quietly
told Mary Kate that we had been made and that the cops were probably
going to quietly direct us to the nearest police station. I dug into my fanny
pack and pulled out the FBI and NSA ID's and told Mary Kate to do the
same.
Two plane clothes officers quietly approached us and asked us to come with
them. They knew we were armed and made no attempt to arrest or search
us. That was unusual in it self. But, the way we were treated seemed
surreal. They were being really nice to us.
The 8th district police station on Royal was where we were headed. In the
car, the officers finally confronted the issue.
"We have been looking for you ever sense the capture of the gay killer. You
two are responsible for the capture. But we need a report on who YOU are
and the circumstances of the capture. We know about the gang attack on
you and the attempted shooting. We know one of you is carrying a weapon.
And we know you are a really good shot. So we figure your not normal
civilians. We think your some kind of operatives and want to remain
undercover. But, your appearance and general attitude seem to not match
that idea. We quietly want to confirm the details and then let you go. That
is all we want. We won't detain you after we talk to you."
I looked at Mary Kate. "The guy is telling the truth. I am going to tell him
the whole story."
Mary Kate looked back and nodded.
I first pulled out the FBI and the NSA ID's. So did Mary Kate. Then, I
pulled out the little 380 with the silencer. The officers looked at the gun in
amazement. "You shot out the guys scope with that?"
"Yes."
I became very uncomfortable. I knew this guy. "Reggie Starr? I know a
fellow State police investigator from Mississippi by that name. Can't be
you. But this is more than a coincidence. Your ID's are legit. I understand
why you got lost after the capture. But, we knew the tires were shot out, and
no one heard the shots. So we knew something was amiss. Now its all
clear."
I looked at the guy. "Mike, if you breath a word of what I am about to tell
you, the NSA will make your life miserable."
"GOD, its really you Reggie. DAMN, What the hell happened?"
"2 years ago, I got tied up in the serial murder case of a bunch of
transvestites. The mob was connected to it and my condition is a result of
that mob activity. This was done against my will, but I have accepted the
circumstances and now live like this to the fullest."
"Shit Reggie, We thought you were dead. The guys over in Gulfport had no
idea where in the hell you had gone."
"They still can't know. You have to forget you ever found me and my
circumstances. IF you spill the beans to anyone, the mob will find me and it
will get bloody. You might even get killed over it. So, bury this now."
"Look, I will make this real easy for you. We are going to take a report and
let you go. But, how about getting the hell out of New Orleans. Go
somewhere else. There is a general description on you and the way you
look, someone is going to nail you. So, get the hell out of town."
I looked at Mary Kate. "Its nice to have friends."
Mike told me, "Reggie, the quarter is very thankful that you did what you
did. That killer had taken out several couples and the case was unsolved
when you showed up. We didn't even have a description. You solved the
case and stopped the killer. The Gays in the quarter are thankful. That is
one reason we were looking for you. The city wanted to thank you."
"Mike, can you quietly pass on the folks in the quarter that we didn't want to
be id'ed and that their thanks has been passed on?"
Mike nodded and we were dropped off at the hotel. We changed to jeans
and lose tops and headed for the airport, bags in tow.
On the ride back to Washington, Mary Kate looked like she was
contemplating something. Then she sprung it on me all at once.
"Reggie, I really want to Kick your butt, you know?"
"Why?"
"I always have wanted to be on an embassy assignment. But, in a couple of
weeks, you have managed to turn my life all around. Working with you has
made me re examine everything. I need to know something. What are you
planning to do now that the government is treating you like some kind of
secret agent?"
"Shit, Mary Kate, I have no idea. I know the government likes my ability to
figure things out. And they like my skills with solving people problems.
But my appearance does stop them from using me in mainstream issues. I
always get stuck in the fringe stuff, like queer and gay stuff. Like X file
stuff. The first time the people involved, see me, I am not taken seriously.
Then I blow them away. They don't expect what they are getting. So, I am
caught in Limbo. One thing is for sure, I have no idea what will happen
next."
"What about Project T?"
"They only wanted me because of my looks and my talents. But I can't
continue playing hookers and whores. I have to do something, which allows
me to use my gifts fully. My looks let me have some real fun, but I am not
interested in playing this sex goddess crap. I want to catch the bad guys.
That is all I really ever wanted to do. One more thing, you real females have
it harder than I ever realized. No one takes you seriously. I didn't want to
be where I am now. But now that I am here, I am going to make the best of
it and show asshole men not to mess with us women."
Mary Kate was crying. "Reggie, I think its because inside, your still a man.
I am attracted to you. I get confused when I think about this Man/Woman
thing. I think I am going to just roll with this until I figure out just where I
stand with you."
This was dangerous ground. I liked Mary Kate. I never really was sexual. I
never really had any serious relationships. But if I ever was going to have
one, this Marine was a good choice.
"Mary Kate, I have always been a loner. I don't think I ever really loved
any woman. But, if I were going to fall in love, you would be the person. I
am not saying I love you, YET, but, the longer we stay together, the more
possible this might happen. I really just want to be good friends right now.
I don't want to complicate our lives by getting sexual. You can count on me
to be there. I know I can count on you."
We were on our way back to the super secret facility where Project T
operated. Not the training area, where the operation started, but the
operations center. We were being relocated again. My status of code
breaker and operative elevated me above the Project T operations staff. I
was now working for the NSA directly. I had never forgotten the
agreements I had signed, working for Project T. So, when they told me I
would be working in the operations center, it didn't bother me too much.
I was met by my new superior. "I am known here as Control. You must be
Reggie Starr."
He turned to Mary Kate. "Mary Kate, you too are welcome here and
because of your work and actions in New Orleans, we have decided to leave
you two together. We have to give you both new code names. This place
does not operate on real names. Reggie, we know you don't like the Whore
concept. We appreciate your feelings. We have to continue giving you
some of those kinds of assignments, but we can guarantee you more job
satisfaction than your previous assignment. Both of you will be our first
female / T team. This adds a badly needed aspect to what we do here."
"Mr. Control, what do you mean by more satisfaction?"
"We know of your feelings. Your actions in New Orleans told us everything
we needed to know. As a result of what you did, we will continue to use you
to do that very kind of work. We may even do something very unusual. We
may even let you work completely outside the organization. We have a very
unusual idea, which may work with you and no one else. So, don't settle in
yet. This is going to be transitional. We have a special suite set up for you
and Mary Kate. Go there and in the mean time, we have to work out some
details. This is going to take a week to work all of this out, and settle the
security issues. That is the biggest pitfall to what I want to do. In the
meantime, I have some work for you to do. Mary, you may get a bit bored
here, but I think there is a learning opportunity here. You two stick together
like glue. I don't care who or what else happens, you two don't go
anywhere with out each other."
All of this was highly unusual. But that is what always happens to me. I get
the unusual stuff. I am Reggie Starr.
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Something completely different!
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There were things going on. I was lead to a computer console and asked to
log on as my own name. The staff needed some extra code breaking help.
I was given one file at a time, and a set of tools to use on the file to break the
codes. The very first one was really easy. I called the guy over and asked
him what the deal was. "Look, I know you guys could break this code.
Man, this was just too easy. What's going on here, a test?"
"Well, the first one is a test. It took our guys about 3 days to break this.
You did it in 10 minutes. OK, the next one is real and unbroken."
I went back to the computer and looked at the file. This file was a text
document that had been scrambled with a 128-bit algorithm. I set debug and
looked at the pattern. My new algorithm was done in about 30 minutes. The
text file was a letter sent by a terrorist describing the schedule of attacks on
New Years Eve, coinciding with Y2K. After that one, they handed me a
disk.
"Reggie, this disk is so secret, we can't tell you anything about it and once
you crack this, we will let you rest for a while."
This one was different. There was no pattern. It was just jumbles of
numbers and characters. I sat and played with it for an hour. I just stopped
and was looking around the room. People were in front of their terminals,
doing normal things. I saw the mirror and knew people were there, behind
it, looking at what was going on in the room. Mary Kate was sitting at a
computer, just doodling.
A light went on in my head. I went back to my computer and looked at the
file. This was a very unusual code, which was what I would call a Non-
code. This was an attempt at distraction. It worked well, until I noticed no
logical pattern. This was my clue. I went back and figured out what was
real code and what was junk. Then I figured out the crack. Once done, I
enabled the decode and there in front of me, was an assignation plan for the
president. It even listed the participants of the attack and who was paying
for it. My screen went blank and at that point, the head guy appeared and
lead Mary Kate and me back to our suite.
"You cannot talk about what you just saw. Not even to Mary Kate."
I responded to the guy. "For the record, Mary Kate is included in every
thing I do. She will be involved. So, I will discuss this with her. But no
one else. If that is not satisfactory, then, take it up with superiors."
The guy just walked away. I didn't care. When I told Mary Kate what was
going on, She freaked. "Reggie, shit, you just blew the lid off the deepest
deep cover operation ever tried. Some people in Washington are going to be
very mad."
What I had done was make another group of enemies. So much for another
day in the life of Reggie Starr.
The following day, Control came to our suite and thanked us both for
breaking what was the story of the century. "You just identified the deepest
cover operation we ever stumbled on. It looks like the Vice president is a
plant from the old Soviet spy days. He was going to kill the President and
start the cold war all over. You stopped it. But now, there are other deep
cover operatives who are also involved and they will be out for the person
who broke the message. No one knows it was you. But, just in case, we will
play with some alias names for you."
These names were corny. But, somehow, appropriate. I was going to be
Starr Miller, and Mary Kate was going to be Kate Stucky. Someone liked
the X files. I thought this was a bit too corny, but I was assured that this was
a careful selection of what we were. So, we were the new spook team.
It was also an indication of just what they wanted to do with us. I could deal
with this.
END OF CHAPTER 3.
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