Late that evening I made a call, "Dad, would you call Bill on his private phone for me?"
He dialed the number on his satellite phone and handed it to me. I put it on speaker. Bill answered, "Hello James. How are you this evening?"
"Bill, this is Harry. I need to fill you in on some things concerning the CIA."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it seems they have a hard on for me lately. I just found where they were recording things on the Embassy and sending them to Langley in burst transmissions every day. I stopped that and I went in and deleted some of the files they had recorded lately. I don't believe I was caught, but you never know. Additionally, when we visited GITMO recently the CIA set up a live firefight between my security detail and a faction of Marines who wanted payback for eliminating some of their friends during the first visit without giving us a heads up. I have confirmation from a source within the CIA on that one."
"Those are pretty serious charges, Harry. Do you have any evidence?"
"Actually, I do. Field operative Melendez, deputy director Haley of the analysis directorate, deputy director Ginnie of the operations directorate, and deputy director Minerva of the support directorate within the Agency can tell you everything you need to know. Pull them in and give me a call so I can let them know you can be trusted, and they will open up to you. I would suggest you speak with them in a secure location, that is impervious to electronic surveillance, though. If they had me bugged it is a good bet your areas are bugged as well."
"I will call you back within the hour."
"Yes, Sir. Um, do you want me to delete all files associated with the Embassy surveillance?"
"I authorize you to do exactly that as soon as possible."
"Consider it done. We will await your call, Sir."
After I hung up, I called out into the room, "Cheech and Chong?"
"We are here, Harry. Are we authorized to clean the records concerning the Embassy in the CIA databases?"
"Yes, wipe them out. Also set a Trojan Horse to eliminate those files on backups as they are used to regain those files."
"Give us a few hours, Harry. We will let you know when the tasking order is completed."
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After an hour Dad got a call on his special phone, and he gave it to me. "This is Ambassador Harry Walker, how may I help you?"
"Harry, this is Bill. I have the ladies you mentioned with me in a secure location, and this is a secure transmission. You are on speaker."
"Thank you, Bill. Ladies, please tell the President everything you know about the surveillance of this yacht by the CIA as well as the way my team was set up at GITMO. Tell him what you know, express what you suspect, and say nothing to anyone else, please."
Minerva spoke up, "How do we know this is you, Harry?"
I responded, "Your husband doesn't know."
The ladies acknowledged my request, and I hung up. Letting Bill handle it from there.
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Jake woke up to Walsh giving him a blowjob. He turned Walsh around and put her knees outside both his arms to open up her thighs and pussy lips before diving in in a 69 position with her on top.
It was hard to concentrate on eating her out as she rolled her tongue over his glans as she fisted his cock and took him deeply down her throat. He slipped small amounts of Chi into her clit and pussy as he licked her juices from her cunnie and spread them over her inner lips and clit.
Walsh's moans on his cock told him he was doing it right. Seems both of them had the same idea as both slipped a lubed finger into each other's ass and fed Chi into them at the same time.
Within seconds, both of them climaxed.
They both jumped into the shower and cleaned up before getting dressed for work. Jake was finding his studies, after his recent experiences, were not taxing and Walsh was really enjoying teaching her skills to servicemen and women and their families.
They met Simon, Minnie, Janelle Pete and two of the security detail for breakfast which consisted of eggs Benedict, fresh milk, and smoked sausage. Just as they sat down, Walsh's phone rang.
Walsh answered, "This is Walsh speaking, how may I help you?"
"Walsh, this is General Johnson. I need you to come by my office as soon as you get on base, today. Something has come up."
Walsh replied, "Yes, General. We are just now sitting down to breakfast, but we can be there in an hour."
"See you then."
Jake asked, "Any idea?"
"Yeah, a pretty good one. I have a female student who is the wife of a light bird going through the school who is being very physically abusive with her. We have filed a report with the JAG's office, and we were waiting for the shit to hit the fan."
"Well, I am sure your ducks are in a row. If you need me, holler. Pete! How is the excavation going?"
Pete laughed, "The famly gots ah bit overwhelmed but Max settl'd em down. She musta had ah grand ol' time meetin da famly. The cave auta be fully spanded by the end o' next week. We had one o' them thar unxpected boons, though. One o' the excavators opened ah hole to ah underground cavern wit ah lake an waterfall. That water sure goin ta really work well wit our stillery business. I have tha new stills riving in 18 days and tha fixuns fer makin tha whisky arrivin in twenny-seven. In bout five weeks we be runnin full bore."
We get those shipments to Iceland and Denmark?"
"Yup. All set. An we gots tha legal greement signed, too."
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Walsh walked into General Johnson's office only to be greeted by her female student, two MPs, a JAG officer, and the student's husband sporting a cast on his left arm. Walsh stood between her student and the husband. Looking to the woman she noted a huge black eye. Walsh was pissed and discretely pulled up her Chi. "You wanted to see me, General?"
"Yes, Walsh. Seems your student here is going to be charged with assaulting her husband, my second in command. She says you can provide exculpatory evidence."
Walsh turned to the JAG and asked, "Where is the affidavit of complaint against this man?" She asked as she pointed to the husband.
"Our office has no record of such a complaint."
Walsh laughed as she pulled up her phone, pulled up a picture of the signed and stamped as received complaint and showed it to the General and to the JAG officer, "Then you have an ethics problem in your JAG office, General."
The husband cursed and yelled at the JAG, "Your secretary let her take a photo of the complaint!" He then reached around his back and pulled a 38 revolver and was in the process of swinging it around when Walsh side kicked him for all she was worth right in the middle of his chest.
A round went off.
Walsh's kick sent the husband flying through the second story window and he silently fell to the ground outside. He was dead the second Walsh made contact with his chest. "YOU STUPID FUCKS LET HIM IN HERE WITH A GUN?!" was all she got out before she felt dizzy. Walsh felt a sharp sting in her shoulder and as she looked down see saw blood on her. She was momentarily confused then realized she was in shock. "Ambulance, now!" Was all she could say before she lost consciousness.
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It was time to launch the AI helicopters, they had achieved their goal to delete all the data downloaded from the Embassy and set a logical trap to delete any backup files as they were attempting to restore those files. The helicopter's blades had been spread and their engines started. "Cheech and Chong you are clear to initiate the mission."
"Thank you, Harry. We will arrive on target in 30 minutes."
"Very well, I want full telemetry before I release weapons hot."
"We understand and will comply, Harry. The chances are remote, but what if we are fired upon?"
"Protect yourselves by any and all means necessary even to the point of aborting the mission if need be. Take out the threat only if no other option is available."
"Understood. We shall strive to remain undetected so that is not necessary."
The family waited in the command center and received telemetry and visual imaging. Cheech relayed, "Their radar cannot pick us up and our skin camouflage makes us difficult to pick up from the ground. Chong is flying high cover. Prepare to receive thermal imaging."
The thermal was able to see into the rooms of the target suite and we picked out a single person in the master bedroom with half a dozen security scattered around in the main room and the two side rooms.
"Cheech, we cannot verify who that is with the thermal. Possible solution is to fire a round through the glass doors to the balcony and if others move to secure the person in the main bedroom that will be our target. Do you copy?"