Long Blonde Hair, Sky Blue Eyes - Chapter 12
This chapter sets the stage for the final chapter.
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The medical flight crew dealt with Wayne's injuries as best they could before loading him into the helicopter and lifting off. Being banned from his area, the others used the time to check one another for wounds. Although there were bloody clothes, they only had to pull a few thorns out from lying or kneeling on the ground or running through the low brush to get more ammo or cover another area. That they were comfortably dressed for the flight was a good thing, as jeans and sweats offered more leg protection than dresses and shorts would have.
Then they faced one another, and Danny asked the question they all had, "Why aren't we being interrogated by a squadron of cops? Why are we standing here in a field with blown up shit all around us, a thousand shell casings on the ground, and bodies scattered in a horseshoe around us? We all heard the sirens - where are the cops?"
"What about the helicopters? There were more than a LifeFlight. I didn't have time to study them, but several looked like Air Force attack copters, maybe HH-60Ws.
"Let's find a Sat phone and call Bill - something isn't right," Eddie suggested.
"Guys, what about rifles and the grenade launcher?" Erik asked. "The XM5 I was using hasn't been approved for civilian use, and the M16s have an auto fire selector. Do we need to put them back in their boxes?"
"The cops are going to find them anyway. Let's keep everything out until we figure out what's going on," Monty suggested. "We may need them again, although ammo is going to be a problem."
"So," Cassie asked, "do we just stand here holding rifles? I don't want the police or state troopers shooting us!"
Eddie returned with a phone and said, "We missed calls from Bill; who wants the honor?"
"You're holding the phone," Monty replied, so Eddie called.
He didn't even get to say hello: Bill stated, "Stay there. Put the weapons in their boxes, leave the keys in the ignitions, and step away from the two vehicles. Troops are in the field around you, and two rescue helicopters are close. Divide up and get on a chopper as soon as they land. We'll talk later, after you have been removed from the scene."
"Anything you want to share right now, Chief? We're a bit confused here."
"No, just load up and get the hell out of there!"
The rescue/combat HH 60-Ws were seconds out, not minutes. They divided up and sprinted to the open doors as soon as the helicopters set down, strapped in, and the big birds lifted off. Barely a few moments later they were dropped off at the USAF compound at Camp Swift north of Bastrop and escorted to the elevators. Their armed escorts told them to get on the elevators, punch U3, and they would be met when the doors opened.
Colonel Byrd and Major Heiser were waiting. They greeted Erik by name, then introduced themselves and shook hands with each person. They then led the way to a conference room, offered drinks and snacks, and invited them to take seats around the table.
"Let me begin by saying how glad we are that you nine are physically unharmed. It is also my pleasure to inform you that Wayne Gunther is at Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio, where he is receiving the finest care. He is reported to be in stable condition, and his prognosis for a full recovery is positive.
"However, physical injury is not our only concern. An event like this afternoon's also affects your psyche and emotions. Professional trauma counselors will soon arrive to meet with and debrief each of you, and will be at your service for as long as you desire.
"You will be here for at least four days, while all parties work to figure out how and why this happened, and who the other players are. We know some of you have commitments, but please understand that your health and safety are of paramount importance to us, and we, nor anyone else, can guarantee your safety if you leave here under these circumstances."
Erik leaned back in his chair, made a temple of his hands and rubbed them together for moment, until he had everyone's attention. "Can you guarantee our safety here? You guaranteed my safety when we established the 'dome of protection' agreement, and yet, there we were, alone in a field, carrying out a firefight with well-armed forces that kept popping up all over the place like Whack-a-Moles.
"Air cover? Yeah, after a car chase through brush and fields, and nearly a half-hour of trading bullets! Police protection? Yeah, they showed up at the same time as the air cover! Why should I - why should we - trust you now? Your record so far sucks!"
"Every assertion is correct, and I have no answers. We will brief you regarding our initial findings at 0800 tomorrow. At this time, all I'm able to tell you is that unprecedented forces grounded our UAVs, and the ones that arrived were from Randolph AFB in San Antonio.
"The police were summoned, but a van filled with explosives detonated on the eastbound bridge nearest you, and traffic had to be rerouted so they could get to you.
"I can't answer any of the most relevant questions - who, why, and how - at this time, but you can believe that there are literally tens of thousands working on resolving those questions as we speak. I can assure you that
this facility
is considered unassailable even when on normal alert status, and we're now at the highest level of alert! Honestly, short of a full-scale invasion or nuclear attack, I can't envision the forces it would require to harm us while we're in this facility."
Erik scoffed, "There's a lot you've told me that I'm going to reserve judgement on for now, including these newest assurances. Right now, though, we'd like to go to our quarters to clean up and calm down; later, we'd like to get together for a meal and opportunity to talk about today. Since the attacks began, we haven't had a moment to talk among ourselves privately, and we would appreciate that opportunity."
"Of course; feel free to take any food or drink from this room to tide you over until the mess hall opens at 1800 hours. You will have access to this conference room after your meal, and there is no audio or video recording being made herein."
As at the new Greenlight facility, quarters were on third floor, but the corridors were much longer -because there were as many rooms as a large hotel. Major Heiser led them to their assigned rooms along the corridor to the right, with each couple and each member of the security force having a room. They were bunched, with three on each side of the corridor, facing one another.
Monty none-too-subtly went through each room with a device to detect listening devices before they settled in. Rather than taking offense, the major smiled and continued showing the assignee(s) around the quarters. No devices were detected in any room.
Once alone, Erik faced Annika and took her hands. To this point, he, she, and every other person involved in repelling the attacks had remained stoic. Adrenaline levels were way down, but a nervous energy persisted.
"Before you ask, I'm doing surprisingly well; how about you?"
"I think so, though I've had no time to process what happened and get in touch with my feelings about it," Erik replied.
"Yeah, me too. I'm relieved that we're all physically okay, but otherwise I'm kind of emotionally numb. Sooner or later, I'll need to talk about my feelings when we went racing up the steep embankment and through the brush and bullets were flying, but it's not now. Right now, I want to get naked and lay on the bed with my fiancée! After that, I want to take a hot shower with him, and then go eat!"
She was kicking off her shoes as she spoke; he kicked his off, grabbed his sweats by the waist band, and pulled them down. Annika was already doing the same thing; they tossed pants and undergarments aside, and then covered them with sweatshirts.
Annika dove on the bed backward and spread her legs as widely as possible. Erik landed between those lovely legs and covered Annika, who shrieked with delight at the sensation of him entering her without prelude.
Their early morning loving was supposed to last the week they were apart, but Annika hot to trot only eight hours later.
Their version of missionary was anything but boring, what with Erik's 'pile driving ass' and Annika's long, powerful legs wrapped around it, but after her second quick climax she clung to him as he flipped onto his back.
As good as 'male dominant' was, his hands were restricted much more than in 'female dominant' (cowgirl), in which he could enjoy her 'pile driving ass' while nursing her titties and diddling her little brown hole, which made her drive piles even harder!
His expulsion of hot cream concurrent with an internal earthquake brought that to a halt, and she lay on top of him, still quivering, shuddering, and whimpering from a grand number three. He kept her rapped in his arms, still connected at her junction, while they took a power nap.
She awoke first, and immediately began working her puss up, down, and all around, savoring the feeling of his hard-again cock rubbing her walls. She was super sensitive, so it didn't take long before she went stiff and was crying out for the fourth time. He rolled her on her side, wrapped her in his arms, and they took another nap.
It was nearly five (1700 hours) when they awoke, teased each other about wearing their athletic socks in bed like in some old porno, shucked the socks, and got into the shower. Erik was behind in climaxes, but her hot hands, hotter mouth, and the scalding pussy she backed against him reduced the deficit by one. Sated, they finished cleaning each other and got out.
