It Ain't Paranoia if... Part 2 chapter 8
No sex involving under 21 fantasy characters in this fantasy action-adventure piece of erotica. If offended by stories that depict erotic events or violence, please try elsewhere. If you are new to the "It Ain't Paranoia..." series, I strongly suggest you either start with Chapter 1 Part 1, or look elsewhere.
For those following the series, there are purposeful changes of direction throughout chapters 7 and 8. New themes and characters are introduced and old characters continue to develop and evolve, especially Kaitlyn, in the varied contexts in which they find themselves. If thought-provoking dialogue bothers you, don't bother reading. Since this is Literotica, I assume you won't be put off by sexuality, but know there is quite a bit, and some of it isn't heterosexual.
This chapter is long, and constructive criticism or comments are welcome, but don't get your panties in a wad and rant about morality or politics; I will delete.
Chapter 2.7 ended after a Veterans Day Rally with this observation by Rob.
We had made a statement tonight: who knows if we made a difference.
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Two days later, we learned that we had made a difference. Well after dark, the Sheriff showed up with two men I didn't know but had seen around. The kids were in bed but the adults were having a brew on the patio. We greeted them cordially and offered a beer, which they quickly accepted.
Sheriff Goodson took a long draw, and then said, "These two fellas have a story to tell I think you'll find interesting. Joe Ed, Bill, go ahead."
Bill killed his beer and began. "My brother-in-law Sam never spent a day in military service, but he's one of those 'super patriots' as well as a constitutional scholar. I'm not sure how he got that way, what with dropping out of high school to drink beer and do piddlin' welding jobs, but he's an expert on pert near any subject.
"I'm sure you'd recognize his truck if you saw it. It's a jacked-up 4x4 with Texas and Confederate flags flying on poles in the bed, and the back bumper and winda are covered with Don't Tread on Me, Come and Take It, and such like that. Yeah, I thought you might.
"Joe Ed and I did serve. Joe has a limp and I have a bum shoulder that earned us Purple Hearts, and we consider ourselves patriots, but we don't see eye-to-eye with ol' Sam and his partners. We don't say much one way or the other, but we do listen when they get drunk and talk.
"Joe Ed, why don't you tell them about the Saturday after Halloween. I need another beer."
"We had a little barbeque out to Bill's ranch. Sammy wasn't invited, but he came anyway, and brought three drunk friends with his drunken ass. They were loud and obnoxious enough that his own sister told him to shut up or she'd kick his worthless butt off her land, then she and the women they were hitting on went inside, as did their husbands.
All but Bill and me; we wanted to egg them on a bit and see what they've been up to that they are so proud about.
"Turns out they are a part of something called 'The Freedom Force', and they have intentions of starting a rebellion sometimes soon. I don't think they know when, but they acted like it could be any day now.
"The sheriff didn't seem surprised, but we wanted to let you know what we heard, from very unreliable sources, and also warn you. They said that you, this house, and the Crescent Moon are the first targets that will be hit. They also claim they have a sympathizer high up in the government who keeps them informed.
"You may wonder why we're giving up kin and friends, such that they are, so I'll just tell you. You, your family, and your friends, including those at Crescent Moon, mean a lot more to the future of this community than these outlaws and pirates. What you said, what he said (he pointed at Clay), what the judge and the others said, well, we agree. And if we don't take a stand, we may end up with rabble like Sam running Jeff Davis County!"
I thanked him, and let the conversation continue for another thirty minutes in response to questions posed by Clay, Claude, and the Sheriff. I turned my back on them to face Kaitlyn and Eva, and asked what we should do to ensure the safety of the kids and their mothers.
They began a conversation among themselves; I went to my office in the communications center and contacted Esteban on a secure line.
When our call ended twenty minutes later, he had already tasked an elite group with finding the mole(s), another with gathering intelligence on our local 'outlaws and pirates' and their plans, and his two best men were assigned to finding the 'higher up' who was actually a supporter of the rebels. We agreed to debrief nightly at 9:30, unless he needed to talk sooner.
They weren't cheap, but as former members of the USAF's Intelligence, Surveillance, and Reconnaissance Task Force, the Ultimate Solutions ISR unit was made up of the elite of the elite. If it could be extracted from The Grid, they would pluck it.
It was still early enough that Tom would be up; I sent him a coded message, and waited for his response. He called five minutes later from a secure line and we exchanged information. He would leave the digging to us, but would contract with us to ensure the digging didn't later result in criminal charges after it strayed into the wrong government pastures, as it inevitably must do.
The attorney for CC Enterprises immediately answered my call and agreed to offer the specified bonus to our remodeling contractor for speedy completion of the project. I then called Valerie, who ensured me the house on LBJ would be ready by December 1.
"We're not leaving based on conjecture, Rob," Kaitlyn stated with conviction when I returned to the patio. Eva nodded in agreement.
The sheriff and our informants were gone, so I turned to the Edwards brothers and held my palms up in inquiry. They looked at each other, shrugged, and Claude ventured, "The Lairs might be targeted, yes, but do we know of a safer place? If we have a highly placed traitor and are under surveillance, where do we take them?
"On the other hand, for their safety and the safety of their classmates and teachers, we may need to home school the children at some point. I assume you sicced Esteban on the 'Freedom Force'?"
I nodded and turned to the women. "So, what do you think?"
Eva spoke up. "Give us today; we can talk after the kids are in bed."
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We mobilized the uncles after breakfast, who assumed their Jumano identities for the battle preparations. Claude, Clay, Paul, and I spent the day discretely looking under rocks for moles; the uncles were perhaps not as discreet, but were more successful.
El Toro
reached out to his oilfield acquaintances;
El Chaparral
turned to Mexico;
El Gato
was popular with the locals, including the less-than-savory locals; and
El Coyote
was a favorite along the river, especially around Terlingua, Lajitas, and Study Butte.
After the kids were in bed, it was a grim-faced group that convened in the communications center. Esteban's update was brief; the ISR had bypassed their security, but it was going to take some time to sort through things.
"Perhaps we can help you find direction," Claude offered. "We're about to debrief our own ISR, and I can tell they have information we need, even if it's information we won't like. Gentlemen..."
"Two of the local moles are trainees; they have no idea we know, so we should be able to feed them whatever we want them to pass along,"
