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The DST Agent, part 6 By: Malissa Madison "You know I think this thing just got a whole lot more complicated," I said. "We have to find that box." I wanted to grab Sparkman and beat the shit out of him till he told us everything her knew. I wanted to slow roast Carson over a fire for such a betrayal of her country. My emotions were running so high I didn't notice the others looking at me strangely. "Stephanie, calm down. We've dealt with this kind of thing before. We have to go through the proper channels." Tawny was herself trying to remain calm, "Damnit where's Stephie when we need her." She picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Bravo Six, Alpha Two, I need a red line ASAP." She spoke into the phone. Thirty seconds later I heard their little pagers go off. They calmly looked at the messages then turned off the beeping tone. It only took forty one minutes for the General to arrive. He stepped into the room looking at everyone, Stephie filed in behind him carrying a strange looking phone. I recognized it as a scrambler, secure communications device. Once it was plugged into the regular phone line the general made his call, "Bravo One, Alpha One," He said when it was answered, the handing the phone to Tawny who then spoke, Bravo Six, Alpha One. "Bravo Six, Alpha Three," link said. After all the others had coded in on the line the general said, "Inclusion, Bravo Six, Probationary Alpha My authority." "Ok General, what have you got?" "Sir we have confirmation, hard copies of Cerkovik with target Carson and several other identified persons, on the table in front of them is what has been identified as a IFF Black Box. Requesting permission to take them down." "Shit, are you positive?" asked the person on the other end. "Sir, I just reviewed the picture. I am 100% positive of the device." Stephie said. "OK, you have tactical command, I'm scrambling Bravo's Two and Four to your location. You understand that the device warrants extreme prejudice. Keep me posted. General, bring in your probationary agent right away. I'm sure the JCS will want her interviewed and operational." "Yes sir, right away." He broke the connection. "Stephanie, you're coming with me. The rest of you start planning this out." "I look like crap, just look at this uniform it's wrinkled. Shouldn't I at least be in dress uniform? Umm, Sir?" "How long to get one?" he asked. "I have one ready on the hanger. I just need to run in and put it on." "You will run in grab it and change into it when we get there," he told me. "Dave, take Madison to her billets and bring her back here, you have exactly thirty five minutes. I'll be standing on the curb waiting." I ran down the steps behind his driver, and held on for dear life as he drove well above the speed limit. At the gate he flashed his lights, not stopping. The General officers flags giving him the right of way. Coming in from the main gate side I saw Carson's car in the lot. "Dave, stop by those bushes. Carson's there I don't want her to see me in this car." As soon as the car stopped I jumped out on the run. I hit the door slamming it open hard as I raced for the stairs. Then down the hall to my room. I'd been counting cadence in my head to help mark the passage of time. I scooped up my heels from the floor, grabbed a clean bra and panties then my uniform still on the hanger. All the ribbons and brass in place just like I'd left it this morning. I dumped my purse into my dress purse, and grabbed my keys out of the door. I knew she'd be watching having heard the pounding footsteps in the hallway. So jumped in my car and sped off motioning the generals driver to follow. Just outside the west gate I pulled off the road, grabbed my uniform and piled into the back seat as he pulled up. "Damn that's going to be a parking ticket for sure. If they don't tow it that is," I mused. He held up a little radio, "Mike Papa Six, the general requests you impound the Fire bird outside the west gate for safe keeping." He got an affirmative, then smiled. "Take the next left, it'll save us ten minutes," I told him. It was the back way to Jerome's apartment. When the general got into the front seat he said, "I'm afraid you'll have to change enroute. They want to see you right away," he apologized. "Damn, oh well I always wondered how well this would work on boot laces," I commented, pulling a little finger blade ring off my key ring. He looked over the back of the seat as I started at the bottom hooking it under the laces and pulled up slicing through them until I could just pull my boot off. "Why'd you do that?" he asked. "They're ladder laced. It'd take five minutes to get them off." I answered repeating the process. Turning forward again he said, "Eyes front sergeant, and no looking in the mirror." "Yes sir," Dave answered. We were crossing the Fourteenth street bridge when I finally slipped my feet into my heels. "Damnit I forgot my service cap." "Don't worry we're going into the underground garage, you won't need it," the general informed me. Five minutes later the car slowed at the entrance, "Keep going." When the only illumination was the overhead garage lights I realized we had come in through a back entrance. The staff car stopped at a set of doors guarded by Marines. The general got out. "Gentlemen, the lady in the back had to change enroute, she needs a moment to finish adjusting her uniform." "Sir, Yes Sir." They snapped to attention and stared straight ahead as I got out and began wiggling smoothing out my uniform adjusting my skirt and blouse. When I was finished he said, "Carry on." We both had to show ID, and they looked at me as if they Approved of my looks. "Come along Madison, this is only the first check point. And they are waiting for us." He reminded me I held my head high thinking, If they only knew the lady warrant officer with the General was a Transgender they'd shit their pants. It was hard after that to keep a straight face as we passed through two more security checkpoints. I saw he was carrying the pictures in an envelope when he sent it through the X-ray machine. My purse followed it with my keys inside. No one questioned anything. Standing outside the JCS conference room I said, "Sir, that guard at the last checkpoint. He's in the pictures." "Which one?" he asked. "Donnelly sir, the Sp5" I was a bit nervous now. He pulled the pictures out looking to be sure no one else saw as he thumbed through them until he found the one we needed. Then he went to a secure phone and spoke into it. a minute later four MPs with a Captain showed up. He spoke to the captain and flashed the picture. "Keep him isolated, no contact of any kind, understand?" "Yes sir." "General," a female Marine sergeant said. "They will see you now." She opened the door for us and I filed in behind him. Standing at attention I waited until I was recognized. "So you've found another recruit for your special teams. We've reviewed her records, and see she's quite capable of doing the job." The Commander of the joint chiefs said. "At ease Warrant Madison." I went to the position of at ease, waiting for the questions to come. "Is this the uniform you wish to serve your country in?" asked the NCS. "Sir, Yes Sir." "You realize, that by wearing that uniform on duty you could be court martialed out of the Army?" asked the ACS. "Yes sir I do, but I sincerely hope my record merits leniency sir." "If we allow you to remain would you perform your duties with the zeal you've demonstrated and the same level of dedication and honor?" asked the AFCS. "Sir yes Sir without a doubt." "You started out as a drafted DST Agent. You've since been instrumental in a number of Drug busts, and the apprehension of a serial rapist. And I understand that you were instrumental in gaining the current evidence that came into Delta Strategic Team, Bravo Six's possession, is that correct?" "Yes Sir it is, if you are referring to Major Rivers group." The JCS said we've got official requests from all the members of the team that you be retained as part of the team as you are currently identified. As Warrant Officer One, Stephanie Dawn Madison. Is that your request as well Young Lady?" he emphasized young lady. With a rather unmilitary grin I answered, "Yes Sir with all of my heart." All five members of the JCS came forward to congratulate me. "Arty, you need to get this young lady over to Walter Reed right away. Do it before you take her back into the field. I'm sure she'd like to be able to begin the process as soon as possible. And we definitely need Soldiers of her caliber. Now if you'll excuse us we need to go look into an interrogation." "Sir, why am I being taken to Walter Reed, I need to get back to the team." "No you need a full physical, and then you get to meet Dr Baldwin. He's the leading Endocrinologist in the Military. He will determine where to start you out on your hormones. That is unless you want to wear those forms the rest of your life." I was stunned, I couldn't believe what I was actually hearing. The Army was accepting me, and actually going to give me HRT. "You mean there's someone outside the JCS that knows about this?" I was astonished. "Of course there is, we have to insure the health of our agents, I mean after all you are doing your country a great service." He opened the car door for me. Then smiled as I slid in smoothing my skirt under me. At Walter Reed, Dr Baldwin examined me taking almost as much blood as a Vampire I thought. I noticed another female officer sitting in the waiting room, she had a cotton ball taped over the vein at her elbow. But before I could talk to her Dr Baldwin's nurse came back with a shot. "Lift your skirt and bend over Honey." She directed me, I couldn't be sarcastic as I reminded her of my rank She happened to be a civilian. When she was done she handed me a prescription sheet. "Go straight down to the pharmacy and get those filled right away. Then take them as directed, if you feel the slightest bit like something is wrong get your ass in here immediately, understand?" "Yes Ma'am, thank you." Damn that shot hurt. I was still almost limping as I stepped out into the waiting room again. The other female wasn't in sight. So I took a few moments to massage the injection spot hoping to ease the sharp pain. "It gets easier, and it stops hurting after about thirty minutes," I looked around to see the First Lieutenant standing behind me rubbing her own backside. "Warrant officer Madison, right?" "Yes Ma'am." "LT Linda Grey, Bravo Two. The General said to give you a lift and you'd take me to meet up with the rest, since I had to come in here to get my monthly injection. They went on without me. Is Jerome still with the team?" "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about Ma'am." I decided to play dumb why was she asking about Jerome? As I walked in search of the pharmacy. "It's down this way, Honey. I won't bite I promise." She told me. "So how long do you have to take the monthly shots?" I asked her, deciding it was a safe subject. "Only for the first year, I got two more to go. And I understand you're pretty new to all this." "Yeah you could say that, I never thought the army would help me change." I admitted. "You don't trust me, I can understand that. It's what keeps us all alive, knowing who to trust." She walked up to the window and handed over her own Script form. "Hold up you have another one out here too." she told the pharmacy Tech. "So how do you know the General?" I asked. "Look we can play cat and mouse all night if you want to. But I gotta get back with my team first." She pulled a little address book out of her purse and looked up a number. Then went to a receptionists desk. "I need to make a priority two call please." Motioning me over as she started dialing the number she watched as I stepped forward. I heard the phone ringing, then Joanne answered. "Hello?" "Bravo Two, Alpha Ten, authenticate Blue lightning." "Bravo Six, Alpha Six, Iron Thunder, how may I help you lieutenant?" "Talk to Bravo Six, Alpha Seven." She thrust the phone at me. "Are you being difficult?" Stephie asked. "You can trust her, she's one of Bravo Two's." "So I'm Alpha Seven now?" "Yes and Tawny said get your sexy little ass back here. you and your new partner have a date at your Billets." "What?" "Look Jerome isn't happy about it either. You being teamed up with his Ex isn't good for his business. But she's top rate, he's just worried you'll find out all the dirty little secrets. You two are to go directly to the billets, we'll contact you later." She hung up. "You have wheels? I guess you're coming home with me tonight." She drove almost as fast as I did, not quite as good though I thought to myself. She certainly was pretty, I could see why Jerome might have had a fling with her in the past. "Something's on your mind, and I don't think it's the mission. You want to talk about it?" she asked in innocence. "You asked about Jerome earlier, why?" "Ancient history Girl, ancient history." Then she looked at me sideways, "Oh my god, don't tell me you're falling for him too." "Is it that obvious?" I asked. "Look you aren't going to get jealous just because I had a fling with him two years ago are you? Because if you are this isn't going to work out." "So you're the one who broke his heart," I surmised. "The reason he won't commit to anything serious?" "Girl this isn't the kind of job you want to be in a serious relationship with your partners." She was scrutinizing me. "Besides he had commitment issues long before I met him." "No it isn't like that, we had a few good times together. But neither of us want anything serious. I just know he has commitment issues. It's the way he jokes around all the time." "Oh, sorry. I was afraid you were getting in too deep. Do you dance at the Butterfly too. I know Tawny and Mona do." "Yeah sometimes, but not a lot. Kinda hard to do when you don't have real knockers you know?" I told her. "I'm kind of self-conscious of that. afraid the glue will fail or the sweat will streak the makeup job." We flashed our IDs and drove onto post. "Hey you mind if we go get my car before the impound closes?" "What on earth is your car doing in impound?" she demanded. "I had to abandon it at the gate to keep the main target from spotting me getting into the generals staff car." "Oh," she giggled. "Your pretty inventive on the fly aren't you?" After I gave her directions to the MP impound lot she said "You sure know your way around here for a rookie." "My first duty assignment was as an MP, detailed to DST." "Holy shit you're the one that took down White and Archuletta's bunch?" I stepped out of the car and made my way to the station, "I'm here to get my car. How much do I owe for the towing?" I showed my ID. "It isn't here Ma'am." The Desk Sergeant replied with a smile. I looked over the desk and then pointed to it listed on the sign in sheet. "Oh that one, sorry Ma'am." He said. I counted out fifty seven dollars and waited for the receipt, then he got up and walked with me out to get my car. Linda followed me to the billets and parked next to me. "Show time Honey are you up for this?" she asked. I answered by wrapping my arms around her neck and slamming my tongue halfway down her throat, pleased with myself at her eager response. Damn this was going to be a very exciting assignment. After breaking the kiss I helped her carry her Duffel Bag into my room. I kept thinking how out of balance the military was. Unless they were desperately looking for a reason to kick you out, the Army turned a blind eye toward Lesbians. But two guys couldn't even think about a simple kiss or holding hands before they were thrown out. As we passed her room I tilted my head toward Carson's door, She smiled seeing the pictures on the walls and continued to follow me to 209. After letting ourselves into my room she looked around going into the separate areas. "Damn this so much nicer than my Room," she commented. "Have you been here very long?" "No I moved in less than a week ago. I thought this was pretty standard for single officers." "No Honey, this is way over the top. Sure it's not as large as my own. But it is way nicer, newer too." while she'd been talking she'd checked out the room, then checked out my phone. "Ok, it's clear." She announced with a smile. She opened the top of her Duffel Bag. I'm glad you have the standard issue black phone," she said as she pulled one out of her Bag. "What's that one for?" I asked as she unplugged my room phone. It looked identical to the one she'd just unplugged. "This my dear is a SCUM phone. Secure Communications Undercover Model," she explained. "The volume slider switches it into secure mode." She slid it all the way to high, then looked at her watch. "I won't have a chance to place the bugs before Check in. so now we wait for a few minutes." "Linda, Can I ask you a question?" I started. "You just did, so shoot." "You said you and Jerome had a Fling two years ago, but you still have two more shots left. So that means," I didn't get a chance to finish. She answered the phone on the first ring, "Two Ten, secure." She said then handed me the phone. "Bravo Six, Alpha Seven," I said with a smile. "Good, you figured it out on your own. Or did Linda help?" Jerome asked. "I figured it out myself, of course it isn't hard to do. I am after all the seventh member of the team." "Ok Smart ass," he teased. "So has she told you all of my dirty little secrets yet?" "You interrupted before I ask anything." I told him honestly. "I don't know she doesn't seem the type to kiss and tell though. I might have to interrogate her." "Oh she'll love that," he teased. "Look we ran further analysis of the black box photo, it's the prototype. Not the actual thing so we still have some time to work with." "That's good to know, any other details we should know about right away?" I asked him. "Yeah if you're going to interrogate her you better make it quick, she has to report to MERADCOM security at 09:00. You two are doing a Security Audit. You my Sweet Pea are doing the penetration test. See how far in you can get before you get stopped." I giggled, "I love Penetration tests." "Damnit this is serious," he barked at me. "You think I don't know that?" I said. "Listen you know I always joke around, it keeps me from getting nervous. Besides I'm the one that has to go in stealthy. Have you read the OPORD, those guys are authorized to use deadly force and ask questions later." I reminded him. "So how are you planning to go in?" he asked in curiosity. Over the wall or through the fence? And how do you plan to get past the dogs?" "Stop being concerned, the less you know the better," I told him. Later we sat drinking coffee and she asked, "You really like him don't you?" "Yeah Linda, I do. And I bust his chops so he knows I'm not some pushover Prissy Sissy. I know he worries about me, probably too much. But hey he can't get serious. So I won't let myself either." "So tell me, what are you going to do about the dogs?" she looked dead in my eyes. "I've seen the live spy sat footage. They run loose in no man's land." She was talking about the twenty to fifty foot clear zone between the inner and outer fences. "You ever go Hang Gliding?" "Are you nuts, they'll spot you for sure." "Look, I got it all figured out. And I know where I can get my hands on a T-104D. but I need to be going in like a hour from now to get it and be at the launch site in time to make it before they change dogs at midnight." "You know how to Hang Glide? It wasn't in your File." "You learn to do a lot of things when you're a dumb ass country hick making money off growing and selling weed." "Yeah that I read about, so how come they never caught you?" "They were always looking for the guy. Not the drop dead slut." Her jaw dropped open. "Yeah even back then people had trouble telling the difference." I laughed, "One time I even danced with my Asshole of a father and he never knew it. it was best blowjob he ever had too." "So you had all that? why'd you just up and quit. I mean I'm glad you did but why?" Come on I'll let you drive my car and I'll tell you all about my drug dealing days. We quickly changed into Fatigues, and I replaced the laces in my boots before I tucked the legs in and tied them up tight. In the car she followed my directions, "Ok so there I was, my mother didn't want to deal with me. And my father only saw a potential to make money. I was his in between guy. Then I started growing the shit, I was pretty good at it too. I took a lot of float trips and used that to cover my ass." "My father didn't know I wanted to be a girl, but he always told me I should have been born one because I was sure a disappointment as a man. So I just started using it to my advantage." "One time I was paddling down the Niangua river and looked up to see some people hang gliding. I traded them ten pounds of weed for a Glider and lessons." I smiled at the memory, "There was this cave about a hundred foot up this cliff face, about fifty foot down from the top. But the top over hung it so you couldn't go down by rope. I knew it was big enough for the glider though." "No shit? Your telling me you actually got into overhang cave?" she was astonished. "If I remember correctly there's still about eighty pound of weed three 30.06 riffles and somewhere around ten grand in cash in that cave. Canoe in to the low side, turn the canoe loose and hike to the top. Then you glide in and glide out. Piece of cake. You just over fly the river till you spot your canoe, or tack glide back and pick up your car." "Shit, we were so fucking close too." "I take it you were working with the feds then?" "DST out of Ft Leonard Wood. We were on the case for about two weeks before you flipped and went in the army. Taggart almost shit a brick when they told him what your MOS was." She was laughing. She pulled up to the little house, "Stay here, I'll be right back." I knocked on the garage door. Then identified myself. The side door opened. "Who the fuck are you?" "You never saw me, I handed him two hundred in cash. I came for the T104D." I walked past him into the garage, grabbed it off the shelf. Then a fifty foot rope. When I started to leave he pulled out a gun. "Look I don't know who you are or how you know about that. But I ain't letting you just walk out of here with it." he said. I dropped it at his feet, and in the second that his eyes followed it I reached forward pushing back on the slide of the .45 he had trained on my midsection. He looked down seeing I had my hand holding his pistol in the unlocked position. "Care to bet I can't gut you before you get to your own blade?" I asked. "Fucking Christ who the hell are you?" I let my voice change, "How's this? Recognize me now Top Z?" "Jesus Christ, your fucking dead. I saw the notice when it hit the C O's desk this afternoon." "Who's that with you?" "You don't need to know. And believe me the less you know the better." "You planning to do a pull launch?" "Damnit top stop asking questions." "Madison, I owe your cousin Gary my life. now tell me what you are planning to do. Maybe I can help." I heard the car door open, "You ok Stephanie?" "Yeah Linda, you can lower the cannon." She put her sidearm away. "We gotta hurry if you plan on coming in from the water." She said. "It isn't true then, that was just a cover story to clear all your shit out of the room." he finally understood some of the puzzle. Look you want to stick close to the unit the next few days. Just keep throwing your darts at my former roommate and his friends. You'll get rewarded." "Madison? Don't come in off the water. There's a PT out there on sky watch. They just went on station two days ago." "Thanks Top, keep your powder dry." I started to walk off with the glider, but he bear hugged me. "Damnit don't do anything stupid ok?" "You got it top." He saluted me and then as I was putting the glider in the trunk he said, Here this ought to help you get up to speed faster." He slid a car creeper into the trunk. "Damn I thought he was going to kiss you for a minute there." She chuckled. "So what was that all about?" "My cousin and Top Z go way back, like highway one between Saigon and Danang back." "Oh, damn we gotta get better reports." After a few minutes she said. "Ok so which of these roads gives us the best launch site?" "We're headed to the Monument. I can launch from the top windows, and glide in. plus I can get enough altitude to pick my landing site. You just have to be there at 09:00. If everything goes right I'll meet you in the Security Office." There wasn't anyone around when we got to the Monument. A few cars passed by but no one paid us any attention. I ducked under the security chain. Then used my Gerber boot knife to jimmy the lock. As soon as I was inside she pulled away. It took five long minutes to assemble the miniature version of the TNG, Tactical Night Glider. I almost lost it as I worked my way out the window with it. the damned wings were about a foot too wide. It had to go out at an angle. I clipped the safety strap once the nose and left wing were clear. Then with lunge I threw myself out sideways hoping it wouldn't roll before catching the breeze. I free fell about fifteen feet before I caught the updraft coming off the blacktop and in off the water. The wind was stronger over the water and I started using it to gain altitude. I was feeling pretty good gaining altitude gradually as I banked to the north. Then I caught the lights out of the corner of my eye. "Crap I forgot about BWI," I barely dropped low enough in time to miss being a hood ornament for a 737, on takeoff. I realized then that I couldn't see the altimeter. I hit a updraft and tacked my may as fast as I could out of the regular flight path. Now all I had to worry about was the little airfield east of post. I tacked back over US 1, watching cars below. I realized then there was too much here for anyone to look up and see the black glider. The traffic below made for some erratic air currents from speeding cars and the heat rising off the blacktop. But it was enough that I wasn't losing a lot of altitude. I was probably at about thousand feet when I banked and came in over the east gate. I spotted the place I needed to land. And banked in tightening circles slowly dropping down to about two hundred feet. If I did this right it would just be a matter of running off the edge of the Field grade officers parking lot into the grass. But I'd have to make the last drop in from about fifty feet pretty fast to keep from over flying into the trees. I still didn't have a good view of the parking lot but at this time of night it should be empty. I made my last circle my feet barely above the tree tops, then as the edge came up I pushed the control bar forward stalling out my glide dropping faster than I'd ever dropped before. I bit my tongue as I made hard contact with a Austin Healey parked in the center, leaving deep dents in the roof, twisting my ankle I made three hooping leaps, as I bounced letting the glider pull me off into the grass at the edge of the tree line. I lay motionless for five minutes as people came running out of the building looking for the sound of the crash. "Hell Sir it musta been something out front of post." They all went back inside. And I quickly hobbled dragging the glider deeper into the trees to dismantle it. I tested my ankle, I hurt like hell but it wasn't broken, I'd gotten worse breaking horses on the farm. I used the thin security strap to wrap around it on the outside of my boot and tied it tight to add support to my ankle. If I just kept using it, it would get better faster. I had a mission to perform. I took out the little glider in its carry bag and slung it over my shoulder. and headed toward the secure area. As I approached the gate I pulled out my ID, "Goddamned Commissioned officers want this shit installed by morning." I said. And was waved on through. I walked over and looked over the first of the AH 63's. taking out a notebook and pen I wrote down the tail number. Then on a whim I reached in and pulled out both Black boxes, stuffing them into the glider bag. I quickly moved to the next and did the same thing. No one was paying me any attention as I crossed to the AH 64's. this was going to be a little tricky. I had to pull the communications black box from under the copilots dash. Then open the access hatch at the tail shaft to get to the IFF box. I decided to grab the easy ones first. Then as I was pulling the first IFF box someone asked what I was doing. "What does it look like I'm doing Specialist?" "Sorry Ma'am, do you need help with that?" he asked after saluting. Returning it I said, "You can pull the IFF box out of the other one for me. Command wants them ready to go out for testing at Aberdeen." He helped me get them pulled, and I said, "Carry on son." He walked away as I stuffed them in the top of the Glider bag with the rest. I turned around and walked back out the way I'd come in. then I moved over into the edge of the trees and stashed the glider, taking it out of the bag. I sat there watching as the small installation began to wake up for the day. People didn't start showing up until almost 08:00. At 08:30 I saw Lt Grey pulling into the lot, and stood up. She quickly backed her Military sedan into the space closest to me. Then opened her trunk as I dumped out the black boxes. Then hurriedly repacked the glider. After it was in the trunk I unwrapped my ankle. And we picked up the black boxes by their carry handles. "Are these what I think they are?" she asked. "You know it. I even had help pulling the last two out." I smiled. "What happened to your ankle?" "That damned Austin Healey wasn't supposed to be parked there." I complained, and she had to bite back a laugh. "I'm sorry, oh man if anybody knew about this shit they'd shit a brick." "Well Ma'am, shall we go give them the bad news, or the really bad news?" "Hold that thought," she picked up a radio off the seat of her sedan. Bravo Two ten to all Bravo's send Bravo One to my location please." "Two ten, what do you have? Is Six Seven with you?" asked the General "Affirmative we are in possession of eight packages at this time." Grey informed him. "Six Two and Six Four, you are go for take down. All bravo's execute extreme prejudice." The General said. We stood and waited at the sedan until the General pulled into the lot followed by the rest of Bravo Two. At the same time a one star general came running out of the main building to meet him. Then stopped dead in his tracks seeing the shattered windshield and partially caved in roof of his expensive car. "General," he saluted. "General King," it was returned. "Can you tell me where all of the black boxes are that go to the special birds?" "Yes sir they're locked up in the birds under close security." He was looking curious now. Wanting to say something about his car but knowing it was unimportant compared to what ever brought the post commander here this early. "Really? Are you certain of that?" he circled his hand over his head. And we grabbed the boxes off the hood and started forward. Before we got there an MP shoved a M16 in our faces and commanded "Halt!" "Sergeant, neither the LT or myself is in the mood to play games this morning. Now lower your weapon before I shove it sideway where it'll have to be surgically removed." We continued walking. "Such unladylike language Warrant Officer Madison." The general commented. "Sorry sir," "What happened to your ankle why are you limping?" he asked. "Sorry again sir, someone parked a car in my LZ," he turned and looked at the Austin. "Your LZ? How did you get an air drop over this post without clearance?" "I used a TNG and launched from the Washington Monument just before midnight sir." Lt Grey was trying not to laugh at the hilarious situation. "I wish she could get a purple heart. Wounded in the line of duty." "How the hell did you get ahold of those?" demanded General King. "After landing on top of your pretty car I just walked into the compound and pulled them out. Sp6 Morgan even gave me a hand with the last two. I'd have to say your security sucks, Sir." I said to the One Star General. "Sir, Bravo Six Two has Cerkovik out of the game. One casualty, bravo six four is down sir, Carson was with him and came out shooting she's KIA. Carson not Six Four Sir." "Secure everything. And keep Langley out of it." the general was pissed. He'd hoped that no one would get hurt. "Sir," his driver said. "The 437th is secured. They grabbed all of them. And the other key players as well." "Major wright, secure the packages. Lock this place down and don't let anyone call in or out." "Already done Sir." He saluted. "You go check on Six Four." "Madison, with me. You need that ankle look at." I followed him to his staff car. At the hospital we looked in on Stephie. She was cursing like a sailor. "Get the fuck away from me asshole. Don't even try to play doctor." "Stephie! How bad is it?" her father demanded. "Just a flesh wound, Daddy. I really think it can wait until I can see Dr Baldwin, these apes don't have a high enough security clearance." "Young Lady, you are going to let Dr Curtis look at that wound. Everyone else without a NATO Top Secret clearance and a Bravo designator clear out." Dr Curtis carefully opened her shirt looking puzzled at the now deflated Silicone breast form, there was a short crease along her ribs. "Looks like a .22 Caliber, grazed off the ribcage." She smiled at me and held up her key ring, wincing at the sting of the antiseptic. "So what happened to you?" she asked me." Laughing I said, "I landed a Tactical night glider on top of General King's Austin Healey." "No Shit for real? You did not." "She sure did," her father confirmed. "So you really were in a car accident last night, you just didn't actually die." "You're the second person to tell me I died." Now I was really curious what was going on. "Dr Curtis, nothing leaves this room, understood?" "Yes Sir," he said. "At six fifteen yesterday afternoon Sp4 Don Madison was reported DOA after a Fatality Car Crash on the Beltway, the body was burned beyond recognition. And as per his wishes the remains are to be cremated and returned to his family to give them closure." "Thank you Sir, I guess that ends that part of my life." "One had to end so the other could truly begin," he said. "He'll even have a stone at Arlington." Changing the subject I asked, "Do you mind telling me how you managed to get a .22 wound along your rib cage?" Stephie laughed and held up the Kubatan I'd given her. "My angle was a bit off, but it worked. She had her arm around me with a gun trying to make Link come out so she could kill him." "Dr Curtis, how would you like to practice at Walter Reed?" asked the General. "I'm sure Dr Baldwin could use another fine Dr on his staff." He chuckled, "And have a chance to work on these fine young Ladies? You bet I would Sir."