Thanks to those of you who stuck up for me on the last Chapter. Please remember everyone this is a hobby for most of us on Literotica, we're not trying to land on the New York Times best seller list. Thanks to my dear editor, Dawn who helped set me straight on the last scene. One disclaimer...if you have a weak stomach, when Garrett Brown mentions the trash can in the corner, move on to the next scene. You've been warned.
Small house just outside of Ordzhonikidze, Ukraine.
Bashir Haddad sat at the large wooden table in the center of the Kitchen. He flipped through the various maps of continents around the world. On them were colored areas where the largest populations massed together. As he studied North America, he knew the way to succeed in spreading the virus was to infect the largest cities first. Once the population became nervous, they would leave the city and move on to suburbs and rural areas.
He placed a finger on the east coast of the United States and tapped his finger on the area of Washington D.C. Bashir then dragged it across the map to an area around Los Angeles California. After staring at the spot for a few moments, he moved the map and dug out an area photo of the shipping terminals located west of the city.
His plan was to start on the east coast, then quickly move west, and leave the country via the shipping terminals. From there he had access to Asia, which contained a vast majority of the world's population. He pushed the photo away and rubbed his tired eyes. The pressure of mission planning and awaiting news of the test was beginning to mount.
As Bashir released a long sigh, Mansur Abla walked in sat down across from his worried team leader. He picked up one of the photos of a medium sized cargo ship flying an Egyptian flag, the Naqada. If his part of the mission was to be successful, he had to take over the vessel with the use of mercenaries and send it across the Atlantic towards America.
"Is there any news yet about the town?" Bashir asked as he ran his fingers through his messy black hair.
"Nothing yet Bashir, but you would think that after four days we would have heard some kind of news. I think that Soviet bitch tricked us and we bought empty vials of air."
Bashir leaned forward and studied the maps again. This time he scanned the area of the Ukraine in search of another target area. "It's fucking useless to continue unless we know the virus is real. We might have to postpone the mission and risk another test somewhere else."
"I don't care what we do as long as I don't have to watch any more news about the poor economy, rising gas prices and military training exercises," Mansur said as he picked up more photos of the cargo ship.
Bashir's head shot up and stared hard at Mansur. "What did you just say?"
"I said I'm sick and tired of watching television. If I have to watch one more news program about money, I think I'll go blind."
"Not that you fool, you said something about the military!"
"Calm down Bashir, it's nothing. The news is reporting about annual military exercises, but this year they are trying to concentrate on how to improve rapid response times. Military Commanders are saying it's just training and they don't foresee any civilian problems."
Bashir slowly rose from the chair. He looked rather calm as moved around the large table and approached Mansur. When he was within arm's reach, he backhanded the muscular werewolf with lightning speed. Mansur had no time to react to the assault and he flew backwards out of his chair. The hit was so violent that it cased the unsuspecting man to fly across the room and slam into the plastered wall of the kitchen.
Mansur shook his head clear of the dizziness that quickly washed over him. Any normal human would never have the strength to achieve such a task. When his vision cleared, he glared at Bashir as he stood over him. The look on Bashir's face told him everything; any action on his part was useless.
"What the hell was that for Bashir?"
"You incompetent fool! I told you to watch for any news that the virus worked. How long ago did the news about military exercises come out?"
"Yesterday afternoon but they said it was training and nothing more," Mansur said as he gingerly rose off the floor with concern for his safety. Bashir moved quickly back to his seat and picked up the photo of the Naqada, the cargo vessel that would signal the start of the new world order.
"The military is mobilizing to surround and quarantine the town Mansur. The current government has no reason to spend money they don't have on training. During the last year, they have dismantled most of the fleet and bases."
"So what do we do now Bashir?"
"When the Naqada docks, you are going to ensure the mercenaries have the mission plans and then we load one container onboard. Before you exit the ship at Gibraltar, make sure the container is in place on the bow and set it for a collision course for Washington D.C."
Mansur was nervous about asking anything else. He knew from the tone of Bashir voice that he was still unhappy about the late information. His luck changed and he didn't have to when Rashida Turk walked in from the completion of her rounds. She grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and took a seat next to her mate.
"Is there any indication that the people in this town know who we are or evidence of any surveillance?" Bashir asked her as he kissed her cheek.
"Not that I could see my love. As far as I can tell, your plan is proceeding as you hoped. There is one thing that has been on my mind lately. The fact that we left those four bodies for others to find should have brought a response from some organization. It seems like they don't care their friends are dead."
"Don't underestimate them Rashida. The only reason they haven't come is because they don't want to end up like them. They've realized they can't attack us, so now the only thing they can do is sit back and watch."
Mansur looked at the larger werewolf with a slight contempt. He wasn't ready to count another military action out of the question. Humans weren't going to just sit around and watch as the small wolf pack took control of the world.
Central Intelligence Agency Headquarters, Langley, Virginia.
Two dark sedans pulled into the visitor's parking lot at the highly secure building that housed the top levels of the CIA. On the outside, it appeared like any other office complex. A lot of windows to let the sunshine in, landscaping that look liked something either from homes of the rich and famous or Hugh Hefner's playboy mansion. Although to the trained eye, it was the most monitored place on the face of the plant.
Adam Dawson opened his car door and immediately looked up at the large black dome on top of the lamppost. He knew his group was under scrutiny from any numbers of monitors inside the building. As Kristine got out, she looked around and saw another black dome. She smiled brightly and then blew a kiss at the unseen camera.
Within seconds, the rest of fire team Alpha exited the vehicles and scanned the area, everyone except the rookie medic, John Balch. He was busy checking his shirt and making sure his belt buckle was straight. As he looked up, he saw Dan Vasquez staring at him with a puzzled look.
"Doc, what the hell are you doing? This isn't a fucking fashion show," V-man said sarcastically.
