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Mission Impossible?
Chapter 5
Amber entered the hallway from the stairs. She had been tanning poolside
and daydreaming about her night with Randy. He certainly made her feel
like a woman. Turning the corner, a woman and man stood in front of her
room, knocking on the door. The woman was attractive, about 5 feet 6
inches, long blonde hair and wore a blue blazer and matching slacks with
a white silk blouse and high heels. The man was well over 6 feet, trim,
short dark hair and wore a black suit, with a black tie and a white
shirt.
"Can I help you?" Amber asked and wrapped her beach towel around her slim
waist.
The man and woman turned as one to look at her. They glanced up and down
her quickly and Amber knew they were evaluating her. She cocked her hip,
folded her arms, and looked at them quietly.
"Yes," the man said and held out a picture to her. "We are looking for
Arron Kain. Would you know where he is?"
Amber glanced at the picture quickly and recognized it as his official
Army photo. They used those types of photos for badges, press releases,
and security clearance files. "Yes. I do. It's me."
The woman smirked and nodded her head, while the man seemed surprised but
quickly recovered. "Well, Arron, we would like to have a word with you."
"Sure." Amber shrugged stepped in front of them and opened the door.
"Come on in while I get dressed," she said and tossed the towel into the
bathroom. She walked slowly to the dresser knowing their eyes were on
her. She gathered a pair of white bikini panties, a matching bra, tan
shorts, and a blue tank top in her arms and walked to the bathroom. "I'll
be out in a sec," she said and shut the bathroom door.
As fast as she could she changed from her bikini into the outfit she
chose, keeping her gaff and the sandals she wore to the pool on, then she
applied foundation and mascara. She fluffed her dark wig out, grabbed a
lipstick from the vanity and applied a coat on her pouty lips. She didn't
understand why two obvious feds were asking for her, so she calmed
herself down and opened the door.
"Okay. I'm ready. Want to go to the lounge?" Amber asked. "It will be
more comfortable there."
"That will be fine," the woman said as she opened the door for Amber and
followed her down the hallway with her companion.
The lounge was empty except for a bartender washing glasses and cleaning
up from the lunch time crowd. Amber made her way through the maze of
wicker tables and took a seat at one against the wall while the pair sat
opposite of her. She smiled pleasantly, crossed her legs and waited for
one of them to speak. Both the man and the woman reached into their coats
to draw out their black notebooks. Amber noted both were carrying
government issued side arms.
"Arron, my name is Captain Logan and I am with CID. This is Major Brewer
who is with Army Intelligence," he said with practiced repetition as he
produced his identification and badge. "CID is..."
"Criminal Investigation Division." Amber completed the sentence. "I know
what CID is, Sir. I was in the Army until recently."
"Yes, we are fully aware you are a Sergeant in the U.S. Army, Arron." The
CID officer nodded curtly and continued. "The CID is also aware of your
activities and we are..."
Amber caught the change of verb tense and rose up a manicured finger.
"Excuse me Sir. I am no longer in the Army. I was honorably discharged
several days ago. I am a civilian now."
"Arron," the attractive blonde cut in, "we have known about your
compul...ah..interests for some time and we..." The Intelligence officer
stopped mid-sentence and looked at her. "I am sure you don't go by Arron?
What should we call you?"
"Amber, Ma'am. Amber Lynn Kain."
"A pretty name." Major Brewer smiled and continued. "Amber, we reviewed
your records and we were impressed. You qualified Expert with the M16 and
9mm in Basic training and kept the qualifications for 4 years. You
graduated from the Army Intelligence School with honors, made E-5 within
3 years, were awarded several commendations, attended night courses at
the local university, and speak fluent Spanish. As I was saying before,
the Army also has known about your interests for some time now and we
want to talk to you about an op we are part of." The intelligence officer
motioned to herself and her CID counterpart.
"Op? What kind of an operation?"
"That is classified, for now. We can't tell you more now until you agree
to be part of it but it is important." The blonde leaned closer.
Amber sat back in the chair with her arms folded in front of her and
studied both officers for a minute. She didn't have to think long, "No.
No thanks, Ma'am. I'm really not interested. It was nice meeting both of
you." She began to rise from her chair.
"Sit down, Sergeant," the CID agent commanded and Amber obeyed in
Pavlovian response. "Listen to me. You have not been discharged yet. You
are on leave. Your discharge date is in five days. You are still in the
Army and subject to all its regulations. Your current dress and actions
of the last several days have violated several regulations concerning
conduct for NCOs." The man's tone became threatening.
"Uh, no. I am out. And I can do what I want," Amber stammered out through
dry lips and mouth.
"No, Amber. He is correct. Your discharge is not for another 5 days," the
Intelligence officer explained. "You are still in the Army and subject to
the U.C.M.J. and court martial."
"Oh my god, no. Listen, I thought I was out. I never did or said a word
about this while I was in. Honest. You've got to believe me. I never did
anything while I was in. I thought I was out." Amber quickly tried to
explain to the pair.
"You will come with us. Do not resist." The CID agent stood up, walked
behind Amber and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Major, are you
ready to go?
The Major gave the CID officer a harsh look and stood up. She tossed her
blonde hair back and walked toward the hotel door. Amber and the CID
officer walked behind her out the door and to the black government sedan
in the parking lot. The Intelligence officer opened a rear door and Amber
was pushed into the back seat. Amber's head dropped to her hands and she
began to cry. The man slammed the door shut and turned to face his
partner.
"I could have gotten her to go with us. You didn't have to do that."
"Listen Janice, I am not going to spend any more effort on some little
fag than I have to," he stated flatly. "And just to set the record
straight...it is a 'him' not a 'her'. Let's get started back to the Post;
it's a long drive."
The drive to Fort Smith was long and quiet. Amber spent the first part of
the trip sobbing into her hands. She knew what the Army could and would
do to her. How could this have happened? Amber then sunk into despair and
spent the remainder of the trip looking out of the window at the scenery,
not thinking?just looking. They stopped only once for gas. When Captain
Logan stopped the car, Major Brewer asked Amber if she needed to go to
the restroom. The restroom was surprisingly clean and Amber went into one
of the stalls. Once finished Amber went to the sink and looked at herself
in the mirror. Most of her makeup was gone and her eyes were red and
swollen from crying. She brushed the hair from her face and splashed some
cold water on herself.
"You are very pretty."
"Yeah, thanks Major. I don't feel pretty right now."
"Maybe this will help." She handed Amber a plain black purse.
"Is this mine? When did you get it?" The young TV smiled and quickly
unzipped the bag.
"Never mind about that. Hurry up."
"Yes Ma'am," Amber said as she dug out her makeup.
The Army officer evaluated Amber's technique as she quickly applied her
makeup. In a matter of minutes, the tear stained boy-girl was replaced by
a beautiful young woman. "Listen Amber, everything is going to be
alright. Captain Logan had to make sure you would come with us."
"Major, you got to believe me...I didn't dress or act like this when I
was on active duty."
"Even when you were on leave in Denver?"
Amber bit her lip and looked down. Major Brewer reached out and took her
hand. "Amber, we knew what you were doing. We have been watching you for
almost two years. You're going to have to trust me. Come on, let's go
back to the car."
Amber felt better the rest of the trip. She was still very scared but the
dark cloud of hopelessness had lifted. She did become more nervous as
they approached the gates to the army post. She felt the guard's stare on
her as they passed, as if he knew she was not a girl but a boy pretending
to be. The post was typical, brick buildings marked headquarters of
different units while rows of wooden two story buildings served as
dormitories for the enlisted men. Her nervousness increased as the black
government sedan pulled into a parking lot next to a 2-story brick
building. Amber almost fainted when Major Brewer opened the door and
asked her to step out. Slowly Amber crept from the car and looked around
to see if anyone was near. Major Brewer began to walk to the door and
Amber leapt after her. She tried her best to stay next to the Major as
much as possible and away from Captain Logan. She did, however say thank
you to him when he opened the door for the Major and her.
Once inside the door, they stopped at the front desk and made Amber sign
in. At the front desk, a young desk sergeant looked at the officers'
badges, then at Amber. He had her sign a register, smiled and handed
Amber a plastic card with big red letters proclaiming her VISITOR. She
slipped the card's cord around her neck and clutched her purse with both
hands to keep from shaking. She walked down the hall with the pair of
officers and entered an elevator where Captain Logan hit the "3" button
and Amber felt the elevator start to descend.
The doors opened to a long gray hallway with a large black "3" painted on
the left wall. Major Logan stepped out of the elevator followed by
Captain Logan and Amber. The trio passed other officers who nodded at the
pair and occasionally glanced at Amber. They turned into a pair of glass
doors that proclaimed "45th Special Intelligence Operations Division".
"Brewer, Logan...I see you have our subject," a voice called from behind
them.
"Yes, Dan. This is Sergeant Kain," the CID agent said and nodded toward
Amber.
The man looked to be about 50 years old, 6 feet tall, and 175 pounds of
pure muscle that his dark suit could not hide. He was an attractive man
with dark hair and large hands. His piercing blue eyes scanned over Amber
quickly; up, down, left to right, right to left then into her eyes. Amber
knew what he was looking for: first, weapons; second, fighting ability;
and third, intelligence. He examined her as an enemy.
"Good." Satisfied with his examination, Dan asked, "Major did you want to
use the interrogation room?"
"No. I think we may use the Colonel?s office. We will all be more
comfortable in there."
Dan nodded. "Makes sense."
The Major turned and walked past another desk clerk down a hallway. The
female soldier looked up, smiled and nodded at the Major and made a note
in her logbook. The clerk checked the IDs of each member as the group
passed and followed Major Brewer down the hall. She smiled and said "hi"
at the Captain who ignored her completely and continued.
"Sean, I think that Specialist has the hots for you," the dark haired man
said.
"Yeah. I know," the Captain replied.
Major Brewer stopped at a door and turned, "I'm going to tell the
Colonel, we are back. Amber take a seat here."
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