The Bridge - Ch 24 Tiny and Hanger

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Four - Tiny and Hangar

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Chapter 24 - Tiny and Hangar

Friday morning came late for me. Lizzie had stayed over and she and Holly allowed the kids to only come in and kiss me on the cheek before they ran off to school. That certainly didn't awaken me. Nor did the screaming of twins who, for some reason, were silent this morning. I looked at my supercell and it was after ten. Shit! I'm supposed to meet with the squad this morning. What the fuck's the status of Makoo? Shit!

"Call Caroline."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Car. What's Makoo's status?"

"Target is still at home location. Wasp drone says that there are four males plus the target at the home and they are packing up to go and it looks like they are ready to go to war. I'd say they couldn't possibly leave for at least another hour."

"I haven't even had my coffee, Car. Are the boys at the Greenhouse?"

"We're all here."

"Well, pick an apple and have a bite. I will do my best to be there in fifteen minutes. Any status changes go to my supercell."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mama had to pee so badly, but I had to make that call first. I cleaned up a little, brushed my teeth and put my mess of hair into some semblance of a ponytail. Quickly, I ran in to kiss the babies, then ran down to the kitchen. I was about to ask Bertha for coffee, but when I got there, a cup was ready for me along with a warm scone. Perfect.

After I wolfed down the scone and devoured the first cup of coffee, I grabbed another half cup and ran upstairs. I threw on my jeans and a WSC Nursing sweatshirt and an old Eagles ball cap with my shitty looking ponytail pulled through the opening in the back. It was too casual, but for this team, it didn't matter. It was all about the job.

I ran downstairs, dropping the empty cup on the kitchen island and ran out to the Greenhouse, where my team was waiting.

"When I came through the door, they all applauded."

"Do not fuck with me, people. Let's get down to it." They laughed. Me too.

I looked around at everyone, sitting around, all in black. Caroline, with a black balaclava, rolled up and perched atop her head. They had their game faces on, and they were game ready.

"Status change, Car?"

"Status, Danny."

"Still no movement. It looks like they're waiting for something. Wait...."

And we waited for about three or four minutes when Danny came back on. "Listen," he said. "I'm sending the audio from the drone to you."

"Fuckin' right, Makoo said. Before you know it, this site's gonna be burned, so we gotta go now. Fuzzy is on the road and he should be here in an hour or two. He said he'll call when he's close."

"What the fuck's goin' on, boss?"

"You just let me worry about that and do your fuckin' job."

"Yes, sir."

"Danny," I said into Caroline's supercell, which was on speaker. "Are you back?"

"Yes, Miss T."

"Herman?"

"Right. Okay, we're taking two vehicles and an electrocycle. I'll be on the bike. I want Alec driving Avi, Domingo, Caroline, and Ronnie and dumping them off ahead of time in those woods. Are you four familiar with those woods now?"

"Yes," Caroline said. "We went out there yesterday and checked it out. It will provide perfect cover at the spot we have chosen."

"Excellent. Alec, after you dump the hitters off, keep going till you pass subject's house and sit a few blocks away ready to pounce. Anthony will be in the car coming from the other way. When subject hits the target area, the team will blow out front tires with silenced rounds. When these turds get out of the car to see what the hell is wrong, our field team will come out of the woods and take control of the situation. I don't have to be specific. You all know your jobs. Once we control the people, all but the target will be stripped down and their supercells cut from their wrists. Those, and everything else in their possession, will be thrown into the second vehicle and locked with the key inside. Then, with this amazing doodad, the locking mechanism will be locked and the only way in is to break the windows. All guns will be bagged and taken with us."

"Don't forget the mission." Caroline called out.

"Right. While all this is going on, Big Dom is going to be holding Makoo while Caroline installs our brand new shiny CockMate6. Then we disappear, guns and all."

"I guess you guys better get on post." I said, "Looks like we're going to be mission positive in the next couple hours. Be in touch throughout. Have your comm-links on and your body cams going. And Godspeed!"

"Hoo-Rah."

They took off, and I went to run up to the office where Becky was just getting dressed. She had a new pair of her little stretch jeans and a white sweatshirt she brought back from Pittsburgh that said 'Soul Riders' on it and had their logo. Like me, her hair was a mess, and she pulled it back into a long red flag. She looked at me in my hat and said, "My hair is an awful mess. I wish I had a hat."

"Lady, you came to the right place." And I went to the closet and pulled out an adjustable RFS ball cap and fit it to her and pulled her ponytail through the opening in the back.

She looked at me with a big smile. "Nothin' you can't do."

"And that's the kind of friend you have, Becky. Think about it. Today is a special day. I'm going to do something I almost never do. But I trust you with my life, so I am going to bring you into it. Can I trust you to keep my secrets?"

"Oh Hannah, you are my everything. I would take a bullet for. Easy call. You have given me my life back and with the help you are going to give me, I will be a whole person again and have a real life."

"I'll take that as a yes. Good. Good friends are made from kept confidences, Becky. And I expect us to be great friends for a long time."

"Forever. I'll never forget you and I will always be here to serve you if you need. If you need someone to kiss your feet and eat your pussy every day, I'll do it. Whatever you need, Hannah Todd, I pledge my life to you."

"Come with me, Becky, into my inner sanctum. It's where a lot of the big decisions are made."

When we got to the office, Lizzie was in the video conference room with Danny, who was, I guess you could say, piloting the ship. Something else to make little Becky's eyes bug out. On the center screen, our biggest, was the scene at ground zero of the operation, where nothing was happening yet, and surprisingly few cars drove by. None of our operatives were visible. The monitor on the right had seven screens, one for each of our operators. All their cams were on. The monitor on the left had video being taken by the Wasp drone we had flying around Makoo's Pottstown place. So, we could see everything they were doing, including the moment they left. Unfortunately, that took a while.

The whole time, Becky pointed at Makoo and called him every name in the book and some that never made it to the book. She really railed at him to the point I thought she would throw herself against the monitor. But, seeing things were not going to progress just yet, I took her by the hand; we threw our coats on and I led her to the Greenhouse, where we can sit in a peaceful, serene setting, with the sights and smells of the inside garden. She immediately walked over to the hydroponic side and marveled at the tomatoes and many-colored peppers. Cucumbers and spinach and a patch of basil that just catches your nose and won't let go.

Fascinated people are interested people and interested people are interesting people. I've never seen anyone more fascinated with the system.

"Do a lot of people do this?"

"It's very popular in the city where they don't have a lot of outdoor space. It also allows us to extend the growing season into the winter. Some amazing shit."

"Man, you ain't kiddin'. You can get yourself some chickens and goats and maybe a cow and build a wall around this place. You'd never have to go nowhere."

"Nah. Not ready to fence myself in just yet. I just got my tubes tied. I'm just getting liberated."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I can fuck my man all I want and I never have to worry about carrying another tit sucker again."

"But your babies are so beautiful."

"Great. I've got five. That's enough. Let it be someone else's turn. Give that little man your tit. I'm done. Shop's closed."

"It's a shame. People like you and Mr. Royce should have a ton of kids. The leaders of tomorrow. You breed 'em right, you raise them right, and you set them loose to save the world."

"Well, we have our five little world savers, and I guess they will have to split the globe into five slices and handle it that way. But Becky, getting back to the matter at hand. I need you to keep your cool. Back in the day, when the Riders got in a ruckus, did you panic, or did you keep your cool?"

"Cool, man. Toothy always preached 'cool.'"

"More of Toothy's wisdom. I need you to maintain your cool during this operation. You are a vital part. You are the client. But I am the decider. I decide what happens and when it does. And that's when I don't always get my way. I have to divide it by reason and multiply it by risk. Every operation has some. Some greater than others. I would call this a twenty-five percent risk. Most of our missions are fifty percent or better. So, tell me, Becky, can you handle the heat? Can you take the risk?"

"I can. Let's see what happens to that motherfucker. I can call him that, can't I?"

"I expect you to."

As we walked up to the house, I inserted my ear bud attaching me to the comm-link, which was quiet at the moment.

And up to the house we went. Being the household genius she is, Bertha had a fresh pot of coffee brewed she started when she saw me taking Becky down to the Greenhouse. She knows me better than I know myself. When she asked Becky if she wanted any, she said no, but she would love a scone.

"Well then, little missy, you shall have one."

And Bertha heated it up, buttered it, and Becky made it disappear in a minute. When she finished, it was time, and we went back upstairs. When we got to the videoconference room, I took my earbud out, so it wouldn't cause feedback with the equipment. Don't ask me. I just run the place. The techs take care of that shit.

The team in the field reported in and everyone was in place and ready. We were watching the monitors when somebody new showed up at the target location. It was their buddies who would escort them to the mountains. Or so they thought.

We watched as they all exited the house, leaving it empty. Our target got into the lead car and sat shotgun. Two men got into the back. The other car contained the two men who had just shown up. On our right, the screen showed us the inside of the house, thanks to the Wasp drone, went blank then it went to split screen. Good job, Danny. The views were from the dash cameras from our two agents, Alec and Anthony, who would confront him front and back and pick up their mates and go. Two ex-Navy SEALs on a mission. Look the fuck out.

A few blocks before the hit point, Alec sped past the target and drove on. Then he slowed down as he approached ground zero and practically stopped as we watched on the monitor Makoo's lead car come into the picture and the front tires being blown out as it just moves out of our view the follow car is hit and slides into the lead car. Oh well.

As expected, the idiots jumped out of the cars and out of the woods came four of our agents, carrying shotguns and automatic weapons, and on the road coming from the other way was Anthony. We had them and we had them good. They stripped, put everything in the last car, including supercells and keys, and Avi stuck something in the door lock that locked it shut electronically, so it had to be opened by a code. Or by throwing a rock through the window. We took the guns with us.

Curious, Herman shot the lock on the trunk of Makoo's car and it was loaded with weapons and ammunition. He took it all and checked the other cars' trunks, which had a couple of shotguns and shells, so he took them too.

Then it was showtime. With Big Dom holding Makoo, Caroline undid his belt and unceremoniously pulled his pants and boxers down and grabbed that big old cock of his, and in a minute, the modified CockMate6 was installed. She gave it a couple of good tugs just to make sure it was on good. It was. Photos were taken and a briefcase that Makoo had with him in the front seat went too. Who knows what little tidbits are in that thing?

The whole thing was done, in and out, in about three minutes. Our guys left in two cars headed in different directions and Herman just followed the direction he was pointed all the way home. It was a beautiful operation and wonderfully done.

"It won't take them long to get home. Lizzy, half dozen bottles of Champagne."

"You got it, boss. In the Greenhouse?"

"Where else?"

"Can I come?" Becky asked.

"You better. This is all about you."

I took Becky down to the wine cellar so we could help Lizzie. We each took two bottles and a handful of champagne flutes and walked it out to the Greenhouse. And then we waited. Danny shut down and was coming into the Greenhouse when the cars pulled up the driveway. Not even dinner time and our mission was complete.

I brought my tablet with me and Danny had hooked me into the feed from the drone at the site of the hit job. Becky and I were looking at the view from the pigeon drone that was following him as he was screaming at his guys, naked in the middle of the road, trying to find a rock big enough to break a window so they could get their stuff. All the car keys and the keys to the house are in there with their clothes. When the guys flooded in, we were laughing our asses off. But that's when Lizzie popped the first cork and she, and Becky and I started chanting, "Caroline, Caroline, Caroline." All the boys joined in.

She walked in and bowed. The guys were hooting and hollering and just having a grand old time. I love seeing them after a mission. And this one was bloodless. I think I prefer that. Except for certain ones. Sometimes there is blood. But sometimes stuff like this is better. Rhee is not getting this CockMate back. There's always a next time for one of these babies when you're in my business.

"Alright, squad." I said, "As usual, outstanding job. Special props to our own Caroline, the queen of the cock blockers. If anyone cares to stop by my home office, I'd be happy to show you how our little man and his little man are doing. All of you are being sent the link so you can check in on Mr. Makoo at your leisure. It's not all pleasure though. If he's making a move and you see it, I want to know. Something he doesn't know yet, but will find out soon enough, is that his life is coming to an end and I control when that end happens. Me and my girl here." And I wrapped my arm around Becky. "Until then, it's no pussy for the rest of his life."

"Ever!" Becky shouted.

Everyone cheered.

"Does everyone have a glass of champagne?" And everyone called out that they did and held their glasses high. "To the best hit team on earth. To the very best people on earth. And to great success to us all into the future."

"The future!" Everyone called out and drank down their Champagne.

"Oh, and before we break, I have one more thing. Herman's been working his ass off down in the office to get RFS off the ground and growing. He's been doing a damned fine job of it."

"I hate it. I want to get back in the field. Fuckin' hire someone to run it and let me work."

"That's a promise, Herm.," Duane said as he walked over and embraced Herman. "Let's shoot for February. By then we should be solid, and Lizzie and Les are working on finding some people for me to interview. The only thing I'm gonna do is promise you Christmas and New Years. You'll be with us downtown. My little Georgie has already insisted that Uncle Herman be with us for the holidays, and although I am the big boss, he is the little boss."

"Aint that the truth." Herman said to laughs by all.

I dismissed the men but told Caroline, our hero of the day, to stick around. "Ladies," I said. "Let's go up and have drinks up on the sunporch."

Becky looked at me with strength in her eyes. "Can I just stay out here and smoke a joint?"

"Better idea. Two bottles, two joints."

"On it," Lizzie said. And Caroline went with to help. Becky and I sat back on a couple of lounge chairs just breathing the delicious aroma of growing flora. Nothing smelled quite like the Greenhouse. Lizzie and Caroline returned with four glasses and two bottles and they were passing the first joint between them. Caroline dropped her bottle and two glasses at the table and handed the joint off to Becky, who took the biggest hit I've ever seen. And from such a little one. When we were done, the Greenhouse smelled very different. Very different, indeed.

It was fun, chatting and giggling and passing the tablet around so we could share the trials and tribulations of Mr. Makoo. We had to hold onto each other. We were laughing so hard as he stomped around throwing things and screaming at everyone, including who knows who on his supercell, which he managed to reattach.

I was ready to let it go. I was beat. Between meetings downtown, to the funeral, to this operation, it had all taken it out of me. Fortunately, there were no pressing missions on the horizon, so I'm going to take some time and visit friends and be with the kids. The one job I had was Gloria Tuttlehill. I had to have a new master for her in place, before I kill Makoo, and, with any luck, before she has the baby. I do not want this kid named Malcolm and I will do anything I must to prevent it. But Rapper Malone must be in place before I can end Makoo's life, and I must do everything in my power, as soon as possible, to bring them together. Tomorrow, Cee Cee and Kimmie are swimming at a meet down in West Chester. I think I'll go along with Holly for the ride. I'm sure Gloria will be there and I expect Rapper Malone will too. He'd better. Or I'm gonna have to remind him who his boss is.

"Call Herman."

"Yes, Hannah."

"Herm. What are you doing Saturday?"

"Nothing in particular. I'm not going into the fucking office, if that's what you're getting at."

"No. I'm getting the feeling you are getting itchy there and I want to see what we can do to get you back in the field. As the squad does more, I'm gonna need you more. You're my number one guy. You are our best leader and the men and women look to you as such. What I'd like to ask is if you can come to Cee Cee's swim meet at..."

"Yes. Tell me when and where. I will be there."

"Celeste would be thrilled at how quickly you answered my question."

"She's my star. I certainly can't take all the credit for that, but every time I see her swim, it brings tears to my eyes."