Magic Bullet
Disclaimer: I only own Jackson, not Twilight.
Ch. 13: Build-A-Spy Workshop
RPOV
We landed at a private airstrip ten miles outside of Sedona, Arizona, around 10 p.m. and were met by an aging hippy whose long salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He wore Bermuda shorts, a tie-dyed tee and Birkenstocks. Bella headed for an old VW bus painted to look like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo. She climbed into the back seat and pulled me in behind her. Mr. Dead-head got into the driver's seat and drove off in the direction of town.
At first, nobody spoke then the hippy broke the silence with his gravely voice, "All hell broke loose over this Thule business. The Israeli's, Brits, and the President haven't stopped breathing down my neck since this morning. I need a current SitRep."
I don't know what shocked me more, the authority in the old man's voice or that fact that Bella responded.
"The Situation is Bollox. Or if you prefer the more American, we are fucked; up, down, sideways and running. The Thule were responsible for the synagogue break-in in Olympia and apparently got their slimy hands on some files that outlined their old Super Soldier project and hints on how to deploy them once they are created," she stated, her posh British accent prominent.
She looked at my puzzled expression and laughed. "I am sorry, Love, the man behind the wheel is Rear Admiral Jackson Longstreet Whitlock, USN Retired and the current Director of the Office of Supernatural Security; our boss," she explained and made a sweeping gestured to the man in front of us.
My mind went several directions at once. "Whitlock, as in Jasper," I managed to stammer out.
Jackson nodded and commented in an overly pronounced Southern drawl, "He was my great-great-great-great-grandpappy. But that is a long story for another time."
After a ten minute drive, he parked the bus in front of a store whose sign read, Bella's Book Nook. I glanced at my lover and she smiled sheepishly then led us into the store and through a door in the back with a stairwell that went down. A metal door with a display mounted on the wall next to it was at the bottom. She placed her right hand on the display, it lit up and the door opened.
"The OSS HG is under the town. All of the city employees and permanent residents are all Agents, either in training or retired. The businesses provide us with legitimate covers and extra sources income," the Admiral explained as we walked through the door and into the underground structure.
He went on to explain that the Headquarters was like an inverted, seven story building that ran the length of the town proper. The first level was Administrative; the second and third were Training; the fourth was Research and Development; the fifth was the Armory and finally, the six and seventh were Archives. We stopped at his office on the first level.
Jackson reminded me a lot of my brother. He had the same decisiveness that must be characteristic of Military Officers. In the space of two hours, he had given me my real OSS credentials, a cover story that I owned the local Garage and Custom shop, and had me sign more paperwork than I had ever seen in my life. I wouldn't be surprised that if somewhere in that pile of red tape, I'd sold my soul.
Next, I was taken down to level five to get my gear. The Quartermaster handed me a bundle of clothing that was my official uniform; shoulder and belt holsters; calf high boots; a flare gun with six flares and a Smith & Wesson M&P .40 caliber automatic with four clips along with two boxes of ammunition. Then I signed the required forms that acknowledge my receipt of everything. Bella helped me carry everything back up to the book shop and out to a royal blue Mini Cooper S.
"There will be a briefing tomorrow afternoon, so Jacks has given us the rest of the night and the morning to ourselves. I thought we might go home and relax," she purred.
That was all I needed to hear before I jumped into the passenger seat. Once my door was closed, Bella tore out of town like she was running the Indy 500. We arrived at an impressive adobe ranch style house. She led me inside and gave me a tour of the house.
There were seven bedrooms, a modern kitchen, large family room, a game room and a study/library. I remembered Charlie's house and knew there was a secret room somewhere. Kitten left me in our master suite and headed for the kitchen to get something to drink. I dropped my gear in the corner and at vampire speed hid a surprise in the bed then stripped out of my clothes and lay down to await my lover's return.
She stumbled to a stop when she saw me and nearly spilled the two glasses of wine laced blood. Glasses were put on the nightstand and she wrangled herself free of her outfit. When she climbed into bed, I sprung my trap. I pushed her back onto the mattress and restrained her hand with the handcuffs I had attached to the headboard and hid. She wore a stunned expression and didn't come back to her senses until it was too late.
I licked and teased her until she begged to cum. Then she screamed my name until the early hours of the morning.