She watched her brother as he was standing by the elevator. She noticed he had a bag in his hand. He exhaled a few times before pushing the button. She watched as he waited for the elevator. She couldn't contain herself anymore; she had to talk to him.
"Skyler," she let out as her heels clicked on the floor.
"Alex," he said turning around.
He looked nervous and quickly seized up. He looked at her and thought she was going to attack him or worse. The elevator finally arrived and he walked in. She followed suit. He quickly pressed the button to the 11th floor. He quickly backed into the corner as the doors shut. Alex quickly trapped him in the corner. She placed her hands on the railing and gripped them tight. She leaned closer to his face.
"I love you," she let out.
"I love you too," he replied.
She kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Where have you been," she asked as she pulled away.
"Here and there," he replied.
"Seriously," she asked.
"It's been rough," he replied, "I was staying at this church shelter but they found out about my...."
"What," she asked.
"What I do for money," he let out.
"Prostitution," she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "I have a client tonight."
"Here," she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "a couple of Navy guys. They like to videotape it."
"How old are they," she asked.
"Older," he replied, "I think they're really high up there."
"Oh," Alex replied.
"I think one is a Captain. He's Filipino, I think he's the commanding officer of some ship," he said as the elevator door opened.
They got off the elevator. Alex walked with him to one of the rooms.
He slid the card into the door and they entered. Alex sat on the chair as he set up the camera and tripod. He reached into his bag and pulled out a few pairs of handcuffs, lube, a ball gag, and a large bottle of lube. Alex pulled out her phone and checked the time; it was nearly eleven and had to get back to the ship.
"You should get going," he said as he pulled out his cell phone.
"How much are they paying you," she asked.
"Two thousand," he replied.
"Holly shit," she laughed, "how many times have they done this?"
" About 10 or 11 times," he replied.
"They record every time," she asked.
"Yes," he laughed, "they keep the tapes."
"I need this one," she demanded.
"Why," he said asked while punching buttons on his phone.
"I may know who one is," she replied.
"Who," he asked.
"May be my Commanding Officer," she said in amazement.
"You think so," he asked.
"Can you get a picture of their ID cards," she asked as he finished texting.
"Should be able to," he replied, "he usually takes a shower after he gets done."
"Good," Alex replied.
Skyler's phone vibrated. He looked down at it and looked at her.
"What is it," she asked.
"He's on his way," he replied, "can you hang out downstairs or something? I'll text you when he finishes up. He usually takes about an hour."
They quickly exchanged numbers. Alex wasn't for sure if he'd gotten a new one. Sure enough he had. She quickly ran to the elevator and walked to the hotel bar. She looked at her phone and realized it was inching closer to midnight. She wanted to get back before it got too late. Plus she didn't want to see Emmitt or Jamie. She ordered a cheap beer and paid with cash. She watched TV as she sipped her beer. She anxiously looked at her phone waiting for a text or call from him. She finished one beer and then another. She was on her third one when she finally got a text from him. She rushed to the elevator and ran to his room. Skyler opened the door and handed her the tape. Alex could hear the shower running.
"Be careful," he said while letting go of the tape.
"I will," she replied before kissing him.
"I love you," he said.
"I love too," she replied, "I'm so sorry about what happened."
"It's fine," he whispered.
"Call me," she replied as she walked away from him.
"I will," he replied quietly.
Alex rushed downstairs and caught one of the final trolleys of the night. She realized she was still wearing the choker when she made it to the front gate. She quickly pulled it off and put it in her back pocket. She flashed her ID to the gate guard and walked to her ship. She flashed her ID again and saw a black Chief shoot her a dirty look. Alex did the same to him. She made it past the quarterdeck and into her berthing all before 1 a.m. One of the other girls was up watching TV in the berthing.
"Don't you have video camera," she asked of the Asian girl on the couch.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Could I borrow it," Alex whispered, "I found a tape I forgot I had."
"Sure," the Asian replied.
She watched the video of her brother being brutally fucked by the two men. She rewound it to the very beginning. He did what she told him to do. He was able to grab their ID cards and record them. Sure enough one of them was Captain Singsun, the Commanding Officer of the USS Tet Offensive. The other was the African American Weapons Officer Commander Everett. Even worse was that the video showed them exchanging money with her brother. Alex smiled quickly. She ejected the tape and returned the camera to the girl. She finally fell asleep around 2 a.m.
"Both of you are fucked," Alex said softly as she began to drift off.
She awoke at 0600 and quickly showered. She made it to breakfast, which was surprisingly good for a change, especially for a weekend. She dumped her tray and made her way to the hanger bay for muster. Chief Hiller rambled on about various things; Alex didn't really pay attention to anything he had to say. He did mention the watch bill was posted and everyone should look at it. They broke for muster and Alex looked it over. She only had one watch, but it was the late one.
"Fuck me," Furlong said as he stood next to her.
"Seriously," she replied.
"I knew this would happen," he laughed.
"Yeah," she replied.
They went to the shop and sat down. One of the First Class Petty Officers was watching TV. They all made small talk. They discussed whether or not there would be a security drill. The First Class said there most likely wouldn't because Wednesday's duty section had a rather lengthy drill. The rest of the duty section made their way into the shop. Rocky IV on TV soon transfixed everyone; Alex had watched it a long time ago. She couldn't remember if she was alive during Reagan's presidency. She tried not to think about it. The rest of the day dragged on. She didn't have to take magazine temperatures due to being on watch. Someone else volunteered for that. Plus she didn't want to get fucked in the magazine again. It seemed to happen every other time she had duty.
She and Furlong got the dreaded 0000-0400 watch, or as it was known balls to four. They wandered up and down the flight deck looking over the various pieces of equipment and machinery. The view of San Diego at night was incredible. They both liked the view, but could agree that being on watch was one of the worst ways to view it. The night dragged on and on. They made small talk about things. Furlong admitted he'd probably be in the Navy for a long time. But he wasn't one of those gung-ho Navy people, he needed the money. He said his wife might be pregnant again. It was roughly 3a.m. when they noticed something going on near the superstructure.
"The hell is that," Furlong said as he saw two figures getting in an airplane tractor
They heard some loud yelling coming from that area. They got a bit closer to the area. They walked slowly. Neither of them wanted to deal with any kind of bullshit tonight. They heard the engine start and the tractor took off.
"Call this in," Furlong said with his teeth clenched.
Alex reached for the radio that was attached to her gun belt. She nearly dropped it. But was able to catch it at the last moment.
"Security," she started, "this is flight deck rover."
The tractor took off quickly and slammed into a few barrels.
"Shit," Furlong yelled as he ran towards the tractor.
"Go flight deck rover," the female on the radio replied.
"We've had an incident by the tower," she stuttered, "I think someone crashed one of the tractors on the flight deck over."
"We're sending backup now," she replied.
"Copy," Alex replied.
"Lundz," he yelled out, "call medical too!"
