The Bridge Ch 15 No Peace Pt 01

The Bridge -- Chapter Fifteen -- No Peace

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All sexually active characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This work will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, romance and affection. There is also threats of Non-consensual sex, violence, intrigue, some Dominance and submission, and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.

This chapter, given its contents is in the Lesbian sex category, because the basis for this chapter is precipitated by an instance of lesbian love. This overall story has been in the NonConsent/Reluctance category, the Romance category, the Lesbian Sex and Interracial categories, where it could also have been posted, and will probably move around if it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it. There is enough sex in this chapter without going overboard, At times, there will be more orgasms, and some pretty rough sex.

This is the chapter I hope you have been waiting for. I have been dying to get it out there. It's split in two, but this is the part I've been wanting to read. I hope you like it as much as I did. PLEASE let me know if it's working out, or if I should just give it up and go home. Your input is my lifes blood. Thanks MPW.

No Peace

I don't know if it was because I was excited, or just keyed up, but I found it hard to fall asleep. Between running the meeting over in my head again and again and seeing Peace Dunbar's face in my mind's eye, I was just too preoccupied to allow sleep to take me.

Fortunately for me, my bestie caught my vibe before bedtime, and snuck into my room and confronted me with my new reality. She snuggled in behind me and then, grabbing my shoulders, she turned me around so we were face to face.

"Han, I'm really worried about you in the extreme. I never knew anyone who was planning to kill someone, so I don't even know if you are acting appropriately in a situation like this. I do know one thing, though. My bestie needs some of that mama love only Lizzie can provide. Give me a kiss."

And I did. And it turned into a really wet, sloppy one. At my wit's end from all that has been happening lately, I just fell into the kiss and, as always with Lizzie, one thing led to another. That's Lizzie. She always starts with a kiss, and it always leads down the path she is headed.

Before I knew it, we were undressed, our pajamas strewn all about the bedroom, and she was on my pussy making all the right moves. It started out soft and lovely but quickly elevated to a full on thrust of her mouth and tongue into that cavity she loves so well. And the things her tongue could do to a clitoris are extraterrestrial.

Nobody loves a woman's vagina like Lizzie the Lezzie, and at that moment I was happy... no grateful, that she was my best friend and saw my need and was tending to it like nobody else could. It would help. At least for a little while.

Even though I have found myself more drawn to a nice big black cock now and again, and maybe a little more than that, I like a bit of pussy in my diet as well. And there is no better than Liz's. So I extracted the pillow from my face and put my face in the very best place. Lizzie was pleased. So was I, for that matter.

After about a half hour of tuning each other up, Lizzie, being the discrete individual she was (yeah, right), she threw on her jammies, cleaned herself up and went back to Georgie's room. I didn't have the strength or motivation for either, and just rolled over and fell asleep.

I hadn't looked at the clock before I crashed out, but it must have been late. But I got some sleep, at least for a short while, because I was awakened with a start around six thirty by my Peach. "Mommy, mommy. Waffles for breakfast. Come, mommy."

"Okay, baby girl. Give mommy five minutes to freshen up and I'll be right down." Fortunately, she shot right downstairs, because I had nothing on and my face smelled like Lizzie's pussy. I got up, washed and brushed, retrieved my pajamas from the floor, and put on a pair of scrubs. Only then did I hit the potty. After doing my business, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror and what I saw gave me pause. My eyes were beyond bloodshot. They were solid red. And I was feeling bone weary. But I tossed on my robe over my scrubs and down I went.

Everyone was in the kitchen chowing down. Georgie and Celeste came over to me and gave me hugs. Lizzie, who just came back from a run, was in her sweats and hoodie. She first gave me a wink, a reminder of last night's therapeutic workout.

"Hannah, you look like you know what. Duane is gonna freak when he sees those eyes."

"Yeah. We have to be out of here around eleven thirty, with Holly in hand, so I've got to collect myself."

"Well, you get your ass upstairs and get yourself a couple of hours. Git. Kiss the kids and go up. I'll make sure they are under control. Go!"

"Coffee?"

"No coffee. Bed. I'll deal with Duane when he gets here. Go!"

I was in no condition to argue with her, so I walked, as if through a fog, upstairs and jumped into bed. With Holly. She was so warm. I snuggled close to her. I was out in minutes. This time, the last thing I was thinking of was Duane.

Oddly enough, the first thing I saw when I awoke was Duane. Sitting on the side of the bed, stroking my hair and looking down at me with those loving eyes. Holly was gone. As I was just starting to say 'Holly,' Duane took the conversation away from me and, as he often does, led the way. "Lizzie came up here with Aggie and they got Holly dressed. She's downstairs and the girls are getting her fed. She..."

"Her medicine. Her ointment."

"Lizzie took care of it. And took off her diaper. Holly was terrific and didn't seem to be in any pain, maybe a little discomfort." For the last day, she had only been wearing the diaper at bedtime.

"What time is it? Where are the kids?"

"Almost ten thirty. You've got to get showered, dressed and fed. I want to be out of here, with Holly in tow, at eleven thirty. Is your gun clean and loaded, and do you have an extra clip?"

"I have three extra clips, and, on your instructions, I cleaned and oiled my gun after we last shot. So, I'm good to go."

"Excellent. I've heard from all operatives and everyone is in place and have been since before dawn. We've got six body guards watching the house and kids, one of which is one of the gals. Danny will be running that show along with Lizzie. The rest of the team is in place and ready to go. I've been getting regular updates, and it sounds like their sniper just found a home. And we've got a bead on him. In fact, Caroline has him in her sights and he'll be the first to go after the drone drops."

"She's that good, eh?"

"Yeah. She most certainly is. It will take one shot and then she can focus on the killing field."

"How about their drone? What if it sees our guys? Especially the one's up high."

"Since before the sun came up today, Rhee's people created a link to their drone. So, we can see what they can see. If the drone tips our hand, we will know and compensate for that. We've got lots of contingencies. That's why we have pros on the job. They can change gears in a heartbeat if need be. Just before battle starts tonight, we will take over total control of this drone and either use it against them or let it just sit there, blind, unable to do anything."

"Alright, give me a kiss and get out of here. Give me forty-five minutes and I'll be ready to roll." Like the real man he is, he took me in his arms and squeezed me just the right kind of tight. Then he planted a big one on me that I felt could hold me through this operation.

Have I mentioned lately how wonderful Bertha is? I could go on and on, but I'm just gonna say that when I got out of the shower, toweling off my hair, I looked over at my vanity and there sat a steaming hot cup of coffee and a warm scone, buttered. You can figure the rest out yourself.

As I pulled myself together, sitting at my vanity, the kids ran up to my room to say they were leaving for a playdate at Lily Chu's house. After quick hugs and kisses, they were off and I was back to business.

When I came downstairs, gun on my hip and plate and cup in hand, everybody told me I looked much better after taking those couple of hours. I told them how much better I felt. I fawned over Holly a little, and Bertha and Mac went out to "The Farm" to pick some things for dinner, our holiday dinner. The turkey was being brined. We would have our Thanksgiving Saturday, and share it with the troops.

Duane asked me if I was going to say something, and I decided that this was the time and place to do it. I wanted Lizzie in on this conversation, as I would with any important discussion regarding the family.

"Holly," I said, holding her hand and looking into her face as she sat there staring blankly in that wheelchair. "We are going out today and tonight. There is a mission that will happen tonight that I want you to be a part of. All you have to do is sit and watch and allow yourself to be immersed in the experience. Leave the rest to Duane and I."

She looked directly at me, and her expression changed from stark to interested, and from that point on she showed an interest in everything I said. I only hoped that this experience tonight will bring us all closer, but I was just as concerned that it would push her deeper into this place where she had found herself.

Lizzie and I spent a little time together with Holly and I let Lizzie know what to expect tonight, should all go well. If not, she'd hear from me when she hears from me. And I told her to monitor the news. All day, just in case, and once things get reported to record every newscast we could. There is no point of view of this operation I do not want. I want it all, so that later on I can sit back and revel in our success. But first we have to succeed in our mission and Peace Dunbar must be erased from this earth.

Duane wanted to bring me into the network in every way, so he hooked me up with a body cam and an earbud that connected me to the comm-link we all used to communicate with each other. Then he handed me body armor that he insisted I put on. I did. It was official. I was a member of the team.

We pulled ourselves together and got Holly into the back of the car, dressed casually, but adorned in body armor as well. I climbed in with her. Ronnie, one of our elite team, was at the wheel. Duane wanted to bring Ronnie in, not for the battle, but to make evasive maneuvers if need be. For that reason, the four of us rode in the Hybrid BMW, the fastest and most maneuverable of our vehicles.

Ronnie grew up in the old gas-powered NASCAR circuit before it was shut down by the EPA. They found it to be a bad idea, in the age of conversion to solar and battery powered cars, to be showing people going round and round on a track, burning fossil fuels to see who can go fastest. That mentality changed in the thirties. But he had driven in the last couple of years that the circuit ran. Ron also had the most evasive driving training and experience, which is why he was about to drive us into the killing field and back out. He also had been a Chester police officer for a short time. He grew up in Chester and knew the area very well. You couldn't find a better wheel man than Ronnie. Oh, and before he was a cop, he had also been an Army Ranger. You know, the one with a lot of medals.

Once Holly sat back, in her long coat and with a blanket over her, and I was next to her, buckled in and ready to go, Duane told Ronnie to head out toward Chester, but with no particular destination in mind. "Ronnie, just put us somewhere that will allow us to get to the killing field within two minutes. And show me the area around the industrial park."

"Not a problem. A lot of traffic flows in and around the industrial park where this storage facility is located. I could drive around and round for hours and nobody would ever notice. I've got a full charge, which even in the city will give me two hundred and fifty miles. Hours and hours and hours. I have a drone coming from our target location and following the route I will be taking, so we have intel on the route so I know what's coming. We already know there is electric company activity within a block of the industrial park. We'll have a chance to do at least one drive-by of that site. I'd actually like to do that soon."

I could not see Duane. He was in the seat in front of mine. But we could hear each other just fine. "Duane, I think that sounds like a good idea. You?"

Duane thought about it for just a minute. "Ron, what are the exact coordinates of the electric company activity?"

Ron asked Central and out of the speaker on the dash came, "Welsh Street, off of East Second."

Duane lifted his arm to his mouth. "Call Aurelia Spanner."

"Duane. How goes the battle?"

"Not there yet, Rhee. Do you have people operating an electric company site at Second and Welsh, in Chester city?"

"Guilty. I have three people there just to back you up or to hasten any departure you may need to make. I promise we'll stay out of the way unless you need us to be there."

"Rhee, can you put them on the comm-link in the event they see something that could be vital to the mission?"

"They've been there all the time. I can take them off silent mode if you'd like. It's probably the best idea. Although I've been listening in, and it sounds pretty busy up there already."

Being the ignorant one, but wanting in on the conversation, I said my piece.

"I'll tell you. This is my first operation, so I don't know if this is particularly busy, but it seems so. I still think we should take them off silent mode."

"I've been listening in, and it has been quite busy. But I will continue to monitor until this is over and you'll be hearing my ops, up high and on the ground. I'm right here. In more ways than you know."

"Here's to a successful mission."

"A successful mission."

"Ronnie, where are we right now?" Duane asked.

Ronnie hit a couple of buttons on the dash and said, "Location on my mark. Now."

And out of the dash came, "Current location is heading southeast on Route 322, 2.5 miles out from Concordville."

"Well, there it is, Duane. If you folks are hungry, Concordville is the last best stop."

"Not just yet, Ron. I may double back and do that if I get a solid indicator it's going to be late. For now, I want to get in close. I want to see the city I am dealing with. I've done a couple of drive arounds in the last week on my own, but I want to get a fresh smell of things."

"Fresh smell?"

"Yep. Conditions as they are in the moment, from the way they look, and sound like to the way they smell. If you miss anything, it could be fatal. Who's got a twenty on Dunbar?"

"That's me, boss." Said Herbert. "Right now, subject is currently parked in front of a row house in Southwest Philly."

"Do we have eyes on him?"

"Limited, but yes."

"Explain that to me like I'm a child." I said. "I don't understand what that means."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Our technology can't see him, but we know he's there because a bumblebee drone and a chip we are tracking tell us. Ms. Spanner, are you on the link? Do you have any Humint for us?"

"I do. We can confirm that Dunbar is at the Southwest Philly row house. And he is with no less than three girls. And I do mean girls. You could have him busted right now and he'd do at least twenty years."

"Nope. I'm in it for the max. Let him have his last roll in the hay. Tomorrow, there won't be enough of him to... And what will be left of him won't be the eye candy he used to be." The entire network heard that.

Right now is the hardest time for our troops. It's the waiting. The uncertainty. Are we waiting in the right place? Do we really know more about them than they know about us, like we think? Will they discover where we are hiding? And my favorite concern. Can I kill a man today? That one's been on my mind since the day I made the vow to do it. And I'm not backing down. Tonight, I light up the sky.

We drove around Chester City a little and just did some close observing, especially when we got to ground zero. Something I didn't realize was how small a city Chester was. There just wasn't much to see, and then Holly threw me a curve. She tugged on my arm and tried to pull me to her. I bent my ear to her, and she whispered, "pee."

"Duane. I've got a minor crisis. Lizzie put Holly together today, and she isn't wearing a diaper."

"No crisis," Ronnie said. "My family home is on Stiles, about a minute from here. We can stop there if that's okay."

"Oh, Ronnie, you are a lifesaver."

Ronnie's family couldn't have been lovelier. So welcoming and accommodating of our special and immediate needs. Duane figured ten or fifteen minutes for the stop. An hour and a very pleasant lunch later, we were back on the road. All that time, Duane never sat down and he never stopped directing the traffic that was moving our mission forward.

"Herbert, what's the twenty of subject?"

"No change, boss. Still in Philly. Same twenty."

"Who's got the drugs? Who's got the Counts?"

"Again, that's me. We've got trackers on both the drugs and a car we believe belongs to the Count who is putting this deal together. At this time, those two trackers are intersecting and sitting in place in a North Philly location. We'll see what happens when they move."

"Rhee, do you have anything on this?"

"We've been watching the Counts since the beginning. They will be using the car you have tagged, which I have linked into, for the exchange. Humint tells me that the drugs are in the trunk of a blue '48 Chevy Volt. It's being watched by no less than two people. Humint believes there is an overhead observer but cannot confirm. But there's something about this whole thing that isn't making sense to me."

"What's that, Rhee?" I asked.

"If Dunbar is in Philly and the Counts are in Philly, why are they coming to Chester to make this deal happen?"

"Well, I'll tell you what. When I've got him on his knees begging for his life, I'll ask him for you."

There were a few too many titters coming from the troops after that remark. "Calm down, people." Duane burst in. "Do not let this be a distraction." I think the troops were getting antsy. I know I was. But it didn't take long before it got serious. Real quick. At 17:42 hours, per Duane, the call came over the comm-link.

"This is Herbert. Subject is on the move. Direction unknown at this time, but I will keep you updated."

It was a bit after six when Herbert made his next report. "Subject is in Lansdowne on Route 13, heading southwest."

"What's the word on the Counts?" Duane called out.

"Haven't moved yet," said Rhee.

"Herbert, can you hear what's going on in Dunbar's car?"

"Barely, but they are talking."

"Feed it into the comm-link. Let's see if we can hear what these dudes are doing."

We could tell that two men were talking, but we could not make out what they were saying. Then Peace Dunbar got loud. Real loud.

"These fucking Counts better not mess with me. There's no fuckin' reason this deal shouldn't go smooth as silk and by the time the sun comes up tomorrow, that coke will have come and gone. And we, my friend, will have nothing but money."

"Calm down, Peace. You know we can't do this deal alone."

"Of course not, you stupid ass. We'll be joining up with two more cars with about seven or eight soldiers to back us up. You know, the usual guys. And Tino's got the rest of the money."