Standing In For Dad Ch 64

A Compassionate Murder

Alarm bells went off immediately in the assassin's mind. The Ambassador's head should have been blown clear off his shoulders; but he was still standing and there looked to be a metal plate under his skin at his skull.

"What the fuck!" He whispered aloud as the Ambassador turned and waived in his direction. He thought to himself, *Time to move! Been here too long!* He made a move to get up and run but all of a sudden a hand held him to the ground.

0o0

Jake sat in classes as Maxis stood to the side of the seating area, performing his security duties. Everyone in the room kept looking at Maxis and at Jake. After a few moments a Major raised his hand, "Sir, who is this person and why is he here observing us?"

The Colonel sighed, "That information is need-to-know, Major. Just ignore him and let's be about our business."

The Colonel then continued with class, but the looks didn't stop.

When the class was over, the Colonel wrote up his report and sent it to the Base Commander. He phoned the General to speak with him off the record, "General, there is no way that is a robot."

The General asked, "Why do you say that, Colonel?"

"If it is a robot, it's movements and mannerisms are so human like it is indistinguishable from a human being."

"Colonel, not only is it a robot, but, according to the President, it is so heavily armed and armored it could take out a full tank brigade single handed."

"With respect, Sir, no way in hell. I saw no armaments of that caliber."

"Colonel, according to Security at the gate, it cut down and made firewood of a 6 foot wide pine with it's bare hands in a matter of minutes. It also demonstrated a high energy laser embedded in its forearms."

"Well, General, I have sent you my written report and will continue to observe, but if I didn't know better I would have said he was some Joe who was pulling security duty."

"Thank you, Colonel, I will pass on your observations."

After class, Jake was asked personally about Maxis. He introduced him by name to his classmates and that he was a personal bodyguard assigned to him as a result of a few attempts on the life of both his fiancée and other family members.

One of the smart-ass officers chided, "He doesn't look like much security to me."

Maxis just smiled, reading the timbre of the man, and replied, "Any time you want a demonstration of what I can do, and you feel froggy, just jump. But no crying when your butt is in the emergency room."

Jake stepped in immediately, "Major, I would not test him. The house security team, myself, and my fiancée all attacked him at the same time, and we never landed a punch. When he went aggressive, we were all on the floor within just a few seconds. So, whether he looks the part to you or not, your ass would get hurt so fast you would not realize it until you bounced three times off the floor."

The Major laughed and said, "Bullshit!" and raised his hand to push Maxis out of the way. Maxis didn't move, as in he acted like physical contact never happened, so the Major backed up and went to push harder. Before anyone could blink, Maxis grabbed his wrist, pulled him off balance, lifted a knee to his gut, and threw him up so high his back and head hit the ceiling before he fell face first to the floor.

Max quickly put his foot on the Major's head and held him there.

Jake shook his head, "I warned you, but typically, you didn't listen." He then looked at everyone around them, "You all need to write down exactly what just happened because you all know he will attempt to file a bogus complaint and you will be questioned by the JAG office."

Maxis looked down at the Major whose head was under his foot, "We good? I can let you up now and you will not get even more stupid?"

With a severely bleeding nose, the Major replied, "Yeah, just let me up you asshole."

Maxis shook his head, "No, your response tells me you have not figured it out yet. I am now demanding an apology for you attacking me before I let you up."

The Major struggled to get his head out from under Maxis' foot, but he was unable to.

"Keep it up and you will have more injuries, Major. I will need my apology now."

"GET THIS ASSHOLE OFF OF ME!"

Nobody moved.

After a bit the Major apologized and Maxis raised his foot and let him get up. His face and uniform a bloody mess from his broken nose.

He left to go to sick call and shouted, "You'll pay for this, you and Jake both!"

Jake just laughed and Maxis shrugged his shoulders. One of his classmates said, "You know he is the son of a Brigadier General at the Pentagon, right?"

"Ahh, so that is why he thinks his shit doesn't stink. Well, my father-in-law is Ambassador Harry Walker and has the SECDEF's and President's personal phone numbers on speed dial. If he is stupid enough to press the issue, he will find out where the real power resides."

One of his classmates exclaimed, "That explains the Joint Chiefs stopping by and taking you out of class."

"Yeah, well, I don't advertise it. I stand on my own two feet. But I think we can all agree he needs a Come-To-Jesus situation to help adjust his attitude."

His classmates nodded their agreements as they shook his and Maxis' hands upon leaving the classroom to document what happened after the instructor left.

0o0

"I take it your plan to assassinate me didn't quite work out the way you planned," was all the assassin heard before passing out.

Cheech threw the assassin over his shoulder as one of the Overwatch SEALs took his gear, "I might need to have a hard look at his gear. Looks pretty good."

We all took off our stealth ponchos, having literally followed the assassin into the forest around the lake from the time he crossed the perimeter road, and walked back to the cottage.

0o0

Max and the family were eating breakfast when the government boys started getting all excited. Seems the perimeter detail had detained a bus full of around 60 people who claimed to be replacements for the security detail around the mine and for the family.

Just as the Major on sight was getting a handle on things and was about to call SOCOM, the secured line rang with the Secretary of Defense on the other end.

"Major Tillman?"

"Yes, Sir! How can we be of service, Sir?"

The bus arriving now is full of your replacement detail. Send them through and pack up. Give the replacements a sitrep, and you are on leave for a week of RNR before being reassigned. See you back at the base in 10 days."

"Yes Sir! Thank you for the leave, Sir!"

Major Tillman got on his mike, "All units, let the bus through, they are our cleared replacements. We are relieved with 10 days of RNR before needing to report back to base. Pack your shit boys, we are heading home!"

There were several hoots and hollers throughout the camp and nearby woods.

As the bus rambled up the access road, a few personnel gathered around to check out their replacements. When the battle bots got off the bus with no apparent gear, Major Tillman was a bit suspicious.

"Who is in command of this unit?" He asked.

One of the bots smiled, "We have a hive mind, Major, but I can answer your questions. Fire away!"

"First, what unit to you come from and where is your gear?"

The bot smiled, "We are a newly formed security detail and our chain of command goes through Ambassador Harry Walker, Sir. As for our armament," the bot opened up his forearm and showed the Major his laser, "We each have two lasers built into our arms with enough energy to cut open a satellite in orbit."

Tillman took a step back, "What the fuck! You are not human!?"

"No, Major, we are military grade robots."

"What other capabilities do you have?"

"We can selectively see from deep infra-red to ultraviolet, even into the microwave bands. We have enhanced hearing and visual acuity, are about 500 times stronger than the average human with super human reflexes and speed. We are Grand Masters of all forms of martial arts, are impervious to 50 caliber rounds, and are, generally speaking, super soldiers. And that is with absolutely no disrespect intended for your exceptionally trained soldiers here, Sir."

"You are civilian you say?"

"Yes, Sir. However, the United States has requisitioned a full Army of us. This mission is an on-the-job field test and evaluation for those entities prior to shipment and evaluation by the military."

"Roger that. We have claymores around the perimeter. Should we disarm and remove them?"

"That will not be necessary, Major. You can take your listening devices though as we will not be needing them."

Tillman smiled, "Care for having a non-lethal, small scale, war game?"

The bot laughed in genuine humor, something that again had Tillman asking himself, *What the fuck!*

"How many you have here, Major?"

Oh, I was thinking of a squad of my men against a squad of yours?"

"Major, how about a squad of your men against two of us? I feel confident even that would be overkill in our favor."

Tillman laughed himself, "Your on!"

0o0

We headed straight for the back deck and, upon getting there, I asked my robotic doppelganger, "Hey HayB, you alright?"

HayB smiled in my direction, "I have a small dent in my right cranial plate and the dermis needs repairing/replacing on my right side at my skull and shoulder, but other than that, I'm good! Thanks for asking."

As Cheech lay the assassin on a pool chair. I looked at Chong, "You mind seeing what you can do to help put HayB back together again? Seems Humpty Dumpty had a great fall." I politely took the grill forks out of HayB's hand and gave him a wink, "Thanks for standing in."

"My pleasure, boss, but, if I may say so, Humpty Dumpty my ass."

I chuckled, "Point taken. Now please go inside and get your head back on straight before the ladies have heart attacks?"

HayB walked with Chong into one of the bedrooms while muttering, "Not even two weeks old and I am taking 50 caliber bullets to the head for this guy. How did he survive this long without me?"

Chong patted him on the shoulder, "You did good, son. Real good."

"Thanks, Dad."

0o0

I was just finishing the steaks as several things happened at once. The assassin woke up and sat up, evaluating his surroundings, the ladies came out to set the tables around the pool and brought out German potato salad and fried green beans with homemade garlic butter and yeast rolls.

Penny arranged a place setting in front of the assassin and just as she set everything, he grabbed her holding the steak knife to her neck.

We all looked at him and just shook our heads, snickering.

Penny just raised an eyebrow and said, "Sit your mangy ass back down and enjoy your last meal, asshole." After which, she pulsed enough Chi through him to stun him and he plopped back down on his chair, the steak knife dropping towards the floor. Penny grabbed it in time and reset his place setting as if nothing had happened.

Penny smiled from ear to ear when the rest of the family gave her a slow golf clap of appreciation.

DC just nodded his head and held up a Patrone on ice in salute, "That's my girl!"

Penny brought the assassin his plate and snickered a bit when he shied away from her as she set it before him.

The assassin looked at his plate. It was mostly filled with a two-inch thick, highly marbled, cowboy rib-eye grilled to medium rare with a seared crust of sea salt and ground black pepper. It was lathed with garlic butter just before serving.

The day old potato salad (so the flavors would meld) had bite sized chunks of perfectly boiled and skinned yellow potatoes with minced boiled egg, fried bacon pieces, onion, Dijon mustard, Hellman's Olive Oil mayonnaise, and sweet pickle relish with a dusting of paprika.

The long, fried green beans had been soaked in salted water before being tossed in a 3-to-1 mix of white flour and corn starch before being placed in 360 degree oil and quickly fried to a crispy brown before draining. The fried green beans were then drizzled with a cooked white sauce of milk, flour, butter, cracked pepper, salt, and crushed capers.

The wine really finished the meal.

It was a Chateau Lafite Rothschild 2005, a red Bordeaux blend of nearly 89% Cabernet Sauvignon, just under 11% Merlot, and a tiny fraction of Petit Verdot. It was deep in color, a dense ruby/plum/purple-tinge, with an intense, delicate, subtle, and complex nose and delivered blackberry, dried porcini, tobacco and licorice aromas in waves from the glass. Very neat on the palate upon attack leading to volume and a nicely rounded structure which was immensely powerful with great length, density, and elegance. Full-bodied, velvety tannins exploded with loads of dark chocolate, cigar box, currant, berry and mineral flavors with a long finish and a coffee, almost meaty, aftertaste. It was very deep and structured with a linear style of Lafite Rothschild that was in total contrast to the opulence and extravagant richness of the 2003 and the bold, dramatic power of the 2000.

I sat across from the assassin, with Dad, DC, Chong, and HayB. I looked him straight in the eye as we said grace and dug into dinner. "Enjoy your last meal."

He looked at me, recognizing too late his foolish error in judgment, "So you are going to kill me in cold blood?"

I stabbed a bit of potato salad and nodded, "Oh yeah, that is definitely happening. I know you accepted a contract and have to fulfill it even if you have second thoughts. Your life depends upon it. And, them being family, I am just not going to let that happen. That doesn't mean you can't enjoy being killed, though."

He scoffed, "Just exactly how does one enjoy being killed?"

Sue was seated close enough to hear his question and responded, "Trust me, he or one of us ladies can send you to nirvana and you would die a happy man. You would embrace your death with a smile."

All the men at the table nodded their agreement.

I asked, "You have any family that needs looking after? No sense in hurting the innocent with your passing."

He shook his head, "No one. I was an orphan at birth and my work never allowed for a serious relationship."

Penny, also sitting close by at another table cut in. "You are a cultured man and rather cute. I am ovulating and if you would like, you can father your child with me as you die. Your estate will be transferred to your child when it comes of age."

The assassin looks at me with confusion, "Why?"

I shrugged as I chewed on a cut of my blue rare steak. After swallowing I sipped some wine and replied, "You attempted to kill family twice, and will continue to try. I have to kill you to stop you. I don't like it, but we both know it is reality. But that does not mean we have to be callous about it all. All I want from you is the name of your client so I can deal with them as well."

"And if I don't give it?"

"Instead of experiencing nirvana as you die, you will experience such horror as you would likely die from a stroke or heart attack before I finish with you. So, no pressure, really."

The assassin sipped the wine, "Damn fine selection, my compliments."

I nodded and smiled. "Chong, make the decision easy for him, please?"

Chong began, "We have video of you entering the building of your client and walking out with a briefcase full of money. We know whose office you walked into (He gave the name) as well. So, we already have a target, we just don't want to take out anyone who wasn't involved."

The assassin took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, recognizing there was really no point in not giving Harry the information. He nodded, "Okay, the entire Board of Directors were in the room."

I nodded, held up my wine, and gave a toast, "To the man of the hour, may God have mercy on your soul."

There was a volley of "Hear! Hear!" exclamations as everyone began to really dig into their meals.

After dinner was over, Penny, while in the nude, approached the assassin as he sat at our table and raised an eyebrow, "Have you considered my offer?"

"Lady, your offer is very kind, but with death staring me in the face, there is no way I am going to be able to perform."

Penny laughed, "You let me worry about that. All I need from you is a yes or no."

"Well, if you can make it happen, sure. But who is going to raise the child? What last name will he have?"

"My family will. And the child can have your last name if you wish."

"And how will you get hold of all my assets to give to the child?"

Chong handed him a legal document, "This delineates all of your assets. If there is nothing missing, then sign it if you wish. It sets up a blind trust for the baby who will receive all the funds upon reaching the age of 21."

The assassin looked over the list thinking to himself, *How the hell did they get all this information? Even the IRS doesn't know half of this!* After quickly reading the straightforward agreement he signed it, DC and I signing as witnesses and DD certifying the signatures as a Justice of the Peace for the state.

Penny then took control, "Stand up and take off your clothes and sit back down."

He balked, "I would prefer to move to a more private place."

Penny shook her head no, "This is not a lovemaking session, it is a courtesy baby making session ending in your death."

The assassin looked her in the eye, "You think you have that in you? Killing me while in physical contact is more difficult than you may realize."

Penny smiled, "You attacked my family with the intent to kill for monetary gain, twice. You will be surprised what I am capable of. I am doing this because I want to believe something good can still come from this and I am willing to make it happen. So quit with the bullshit, drop your pants, and spread your knees."

"I am beginning to think you are a bit too callous to be a good mother."

I then spoke up, "Don't equate her hatred towards you with any ambivalence against an innocent baby or child. But enough of this. Take the opportunity or don't. Every person here within 10 feet of you could kill you just by thinking about it. It wouldn't even require they touch you."

The assassin laughed, "Bullshit!"

I called out to Xi who was about 5 feet to his left and held up a 3 foot long 2 x 4 pine board, showing all 4 sides to the assassin, "Xi, please show him."

I knew Xi was on high alert the whole time with her chi maxed out, taking her position in the family seriously. She held her hand in front of her, showing the assassin it was empty, and gave the slightest of finger gestures and the wood plank broke in half, the center being completely shattered in a cloud of cellulose powder.

"Ohh kay, no bullshit." he said with surprise and raised eyebrow." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he dropped his pants and underwear.

Penny straddled his lap and placed her hands on each side of his neck, making direct eye contact. She sent her chi pulses to the pleasure center of his brain and within seconds his cock was fully erect. Penny had inserted some lube, realizing she would not get wet for this criminal, and she sat down on his cock, impaling her sex with his in one swift movement.

Penny increased her chi impulses, and the assassin immediately climaxed as Penny held him deep inside her, angling her cervix so he shot right into it. After about 10 seconds of him climaxing continuously, Penny quickly ramped up her chi pulses and sent his brain to nirvana and beyond. His body immediately transitioned from ejaculative spasms to being fully tense and ended soon after with a complete relaxation as he died.

HayB grabbed his now dead body after Penny got off of him and he drug the assassin to the end of the pier and tied him to a post, his feet dangling a foot above the pier. I stood halfway down the pier and relaxed, letting my chi slowly build up to maximum. Cheech, Chong, and HayB all waived at the Predator's camera, letting them know we all knew they were watching.