A/N: Review all you like. Creative Criticism is accepted. NO FLAMING! This is my first FanFic. Enjoy!
Task Force 141: Reaper's Story
Chapter 1: Meet Royce
I drove my 1968 Chevrolet Camaro down to the pick up station. My girlfriend in tow. I stopped the car in a parking space closest to where the bus would park. My girlfriend turned to me and frowned. "So I guess you will be leaving me now?" Said Upset.
"I guess so. But I'll call, email…hell even write whenever I get the chance. Olivia you know I love you with all my heart right…?" I said in a loving tone, massaging her hand to comfort and relax her a little bit.
"I know you do but…," she said with a bit of hesitation,"… I don't want you dying out there okay?!" She said with a little sob. I put my lips to her forehead. Her soft skin was not covered in zits or pimples, it was just smooth and perfect.
"I love you and I will return to you in one piece okay?" I said in matter-of-factly tone.
She then said in broken Italian, "I love you so much and I will be here waiting with open arms when you get back."
"I love it when you talk like that…," I said as we locked lips, her tongue found immediate access into the wet, sticky caverns of my mouth. While we kissed Olivia shoved her hands into my pants and started to rub my anxious member. We broke the kiss 10 minutes later.
"Olivia you are a bad bitch," I said as I spanked her perfect little ass.
"I know," she said in an alluring tone.
All of a sudden a Rolls Royce drove up with heavy metal playing on the radio. The radio turned off and a man stepped out and nodded at me and I nodded back.
"You joinin' the Task Force?" he asked with a questioning smile.
"Yeah…you?" I replied with an acknowledging smile. Olivia put her arms around my neck and hung off me.
"Yep same here man, the names 'Royce' or Tim Mettlan you?"
"The names 'Reaper' or Larry Pirone, nice to meet you Royce."
"Why Reaper?"
"That's the nickname they gave me in the Marine Corp end of story."
"Alright so…who's the babe?" He asked happily. Olivia gave him a look, he immediately changed his question.
"Who's that beautiful women with you?"
"That's my girlfriend, her names Olivia Gierro," I said with a smile towards her.
"That's a fitting name for such a beautiful women." He stated. Olivia blushed a little but immediately stopped.
"You best not be hitting on me alright Royce!"
"Sorry Olivia didn't mean to offend you."
"You didn't, just don't do it again."
"Anyway who's picking up your car?" I asked changing the subject.
"My brother, he has extra keys and he's walking here he should be here any minute or later."
"Alright I don't want to see such a beautiful car get stolen." I said.
"Yeah… I would be in tears." Royce said as he took a glance down at it running his hand of the chrome.
A screech of old brakes was heard in the background. I turned to Olivia and she leaned in and our lips met once again our tongues fluttering together and she moaned in a horny tone.
"I love you Olivia…and I'll come home to visit whenever a chance comes, no matter what I'll take it, remember I always have."
"I know, I know go save the world from terrorists or whatever alright. I LOVE YOU, GOOD LUCK BABY!!!" She said loudly over the loud engine of the Camaro as she started it.
"Same here bye!" I said and waved goodbye. I then entered the bus that would change my life.
To Be Continued…