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The Enforcer

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Sarah could hear the muffled conversation out in the living room. And for a while she tried to ignore it. It was far too early to get up. But then she heard that voice, that rather distinctive voice.

"Hey, blondie," Carina said as Sarah came bursting through the door. "I was just getting acquainted with my new friend Josh here. Do all of your missions really have to go down so early in the fucking morning?" She stepped up, ostensibly to give Sarah a hug, but also to whisper in her ear. "Is there some reason why you're making him sleep on the couch? It looks like you have a nice big bed in there… big enough for two. He's pretty yummy."

Sarah had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She made a mental note to get Josh away for a moment and warn him. Carina was nothing if not predictable. Watching her try to work him into getting naked with her might be a little fun. She began to hold up her left hand to rub her ring in Carina's face, but she sadly remembered that they had taken off their wedding rings until this mission was over. "I'm married," she said.

"I know," Carina groaned. "But I still had some hope that you weren't taking it all that seriously. You were married once before. How'd that work out for you?"

"Chuck is different," Sarah insisted. "Night and day. And I'm taking it totally seriously. He is too."

"Come on, Sarah," Carina groaned. "We've had this conversation about a million times. Men are all alike. Okay so Chuckles is maybe a bit more head over heels than the average guy. But still, he's a man. I could have him in bed any time I wanted."

"No way," Sarah said with a laugh. "Especially not you. He's scared to death of you."

"Wanna bet?"

Sarah's first reaction was to tell Carina to go to hell. But she felt the sudden need to stick up for him. "You don't bet something like that," she said. "He's my husband, not a possession to bet."

"Chicken?" Carina asked with a smirk. "I don't blame you. That's a pretty big bubble you have going. I understand that you don't want to see it burst. Two days. If I don't have him willingly naked, I'll tell you the real story of what happened in Morocco."

That had Sarah's interest suddenly piqued. Carina wasn't bashful at all about her sexual exploits. She would love to rub in Sarah's face that she had fucked Bryce while they were together. And while Sarah had always assumed that probably happened, it couldn't be the whole story. But she would never talk about Morocco, always changed the subject immediately. Whatever happened there, it must have been pretty over the top to get her face so red at the mere mention of it. "You have no chance," she said firmly. "I have zero doubt. I just don't want to put him through that, it would make him uncomfortable. Like I said, you scare him. Not in the badass spy way. In the maybe catching a horrible disease that makes his man parts fall off way."

"Very funny," Carina said. "Here's what you don't seem to realize. I'm going to try if we bet or not. You know that I love taking things from you. If you're so confident, why not bet and get something that you want?"

Sarah paused for a second. Two weeks ago if anyone had said so plainly that they intended to fuck Chuck, it would have been an immediate throw down. Even today, if she saw a random woman checking out his ass in a bar, she was totally willing to protect what was hers. And for as outrageous as Carina sounded, she knew that she wasn't kidding one single bit. It wasn't a mean thing. It was just the way she thought about sex. Even though she would never express it in those terms, Carina honestly loved her. And in an odd way was protective of her. Her being here today, dropping everything, calling in favors, and risking her life in an off the books mission proved that once again. But she'd gladly fuck him in a heartbeat and just as gladly rub Sarah's face in the conquest to prove her point, just because she could… except for one simple fact… she couldn't… and she never would be able to. It actually made Sarah smile at the one thing in her life she could depend on. "I'd be pissed right now if I thought there was a chance in hell," she said. "But I don't. Just for the sake of conversation, what do you get if you win?"

Carina grinned evilly as she considered the manner. She always knew how to push Sarah's buttons. "When I win, you and Chuckles join me and one addition person of my choosing for one whole twenty-four hour period with me calling all the shots," she said. "That should be enough to prove to you that I'm right. Besides it would be fun to see tight ass Sarah Walker loosen up for once. And I think that maybe I could put you in some positions that would have you both so on fire we'd maybe burn the bedroom down. Trust me, blondie, you'll be happy that you lost."

Sarah laughed. "You've been trying to get me loosened up for almost ten years now," she said. "How many times have you tried to talk me into fucking somebody while you were there watching? Really, Carina, you're starting to sound just like Bryce. He was always begging for that same thing. When are you going to give that up? I'm actually starting to question your preferences. I think that maybe you have something of a crush on me." She stopped laughing and paused for a long moment. "I'll talk to him about it," she finally said. "I would love to see you have to admit that Chuck is different from your vision of what men are. And hearing about Morocco would be fun too. I'm guessing that you're embarrassed about some detail that occurred while you were in the process of fucking my partner. Understand, I want the full story with no slutty detail omitted."

Carina's face turned beet red. That in itself was an amazing statement. "No problem," she said. "And you understand, I call the shots for one whole day. I don't have a crush on you. You flatter yourself. I feel sorry for you. You need to learn what it is to live on the edge for once. If I have to be the one to teach you… I'm fine with that. I expect you to insure that Chuck is totally on board. I expect your full and unabashed participation in fucking anybody I choose in any way I choose. You will be making sure I'm entertained all day. You both can expect to acquire some new experiences."

Sarah laughed ever harder. "Oh, Carina," she said. "If you only knew. You think that you have to teach me something. The irony is that it's me that could teach you something if you'd only let me. The tragic thing here is that you don't realize that whatever momentary thrill you get from your kinky, on the edge, sex pales compared to the glow from making love with someone you actually love." She paused for a moment. "I'll talk to him. I'd like to hear the Morocco story. I can't deny that. But if he says no, it's no. I'm not going to try and talk him into it. I actually think that he might be okay with this. There is no way to lose. He might have some fun watching you go down."

"Him watching me go down is exactly my plan," Carina said with a grin. "On him. How did you guess?"

The pure surety in her voice at such a brazen expression got Sarah laughing. "You're impossible," she said. "Are we all set for this morning?"

"I have five men," Carina said. "It's all I could gather on short notice without going through official DEA channels."

"It can't be helped," Sarah said. "This guy is firmly established here. Who knows who is on his payroll? The worst possible thing would be for him to get tipped off somehow. We have three people, including my husband, fairly helpless on his yacht."

"We'll still be outnumbered two to one," Carina sighed. "At least we'll have surprise."

"We have more than surprise," Sarah said.

"We have a secret weapon."

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Laura's assignment was simple. Keep Rock occupied while all this went down. So she found him in their bedroom packing. "This is sad," she said. "I'll really miss this ship."

"Don't worry," Rock said. "The new one is a lot bigger. We'll have it Thursday. We can survive in the hotel for a couple of days."

"I know," she sighed. "But this has some sentimental value. It's where we first made love." Laura had to fight to keep the look of disgust from her face. They had never made love, not even close. In fact, Laura had never made love in her life. The closest she ever came to it was listening to Sarah gush on and on about how wonderful it was. Rock had fucked her, plain and simple. Laura had rather willingly fucked him probably about three hundred times over the past few months, not that she was counting in any way. It really wasn't that big of a deal, just part of her job. She sometimes was even able to lie there under him with her legs in the air and pretend he was someone else. She actually was able to get off herself about a third of the time.

But this last fuck wasn't going to be easy. And the funny thing was that she wasn't totally sure why this one was different. It just was. Okay, so Casey was standing on the dock waiting for her. But certainly that wasn't it. Even if they ever developed into something serious, he would totally understand what spies were expected to do, wouldn't he? She made a mental note to try and have this discussion with him, hopefully without it getting too heavy… right after she rocked his world several times. No pun intended.

Laura stepped behind Rock and wrapped her arms around him. She allowed one hand to drift down suggestively until… Did this man really always have a huge erection? It was almost inhuman. "Maybe one last time on our bed for old time's sake," she whispered into his ear.

"I don't think we have time," Rock said. "As much as I'd like too."

"They'll wait for us," Laura said softly as she stepped in front of him and allowed her top to hit the floor. "Won't they? Please don't make me get on my knees and beg. On second thought maybe that works."

Rock was never gentle in bed. It simply wasn't in him. He didn't think in those terms. Fucking was an activity designed to make a man feel good. It was something that a woman owed her man, a payment for being taken care of. So once his decision was made Laura found herself lying on her back and her bottoms being pealed down her legs. He had the condom in place so quickly that she barely had time to get her knees in the air in a position to keep him from hurting her as his initial thrust plunged himself deep into her.

He was being pretty rough, even rougher than usual, slamming into her over and over. Maybe he was angry about being forced into whoring her out last night. It would be just like him to take that out on her, even when it was totally his call. And actually, for today anyway, rougher was better. There was no chance to think about Casey and enjoy this. So there wouldn't be any guilt… with Casey later tonight or with Rock in a few minutes when she ended him.

In fact… "Fuck me harder," she goaded as she strained against his weight that was pinning her to the bed making it hard to breathe. "Let's make this one to remember. Give me everything you've got."

Rock was apparently happy to oblige. Laura quickly felt her head being tossed about with every stroke, coming close to knocking the wind out of her. "Harder," she said. She forced herself to spread her legs open as far as she possibly could, against her instincts to close her legs to try and protect herself, giving him total access to violently pound into her over and over. "Fuck me harder." Each vicious stroke made her just a little madder.

There would be no guilt today… or mercy.

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Chuck could see the truck parked by the dock when they were still a ways away. That was his tip off that the plan was on target and that Rock had actually transferred the money. As they got closer, he could see Josh and Casey standing by the truck. Sarah was hidden, hopefully with whatever DEA Agents Carina was able to quickly gather. In their planning session Sarah laughed at him when he wondered how many men from the Miami office would owe Carina a quick, off the record favor.

Rock's men on the dock were making no attempt to hide. Why should they? No one was expecting any trouble.

Joey sat on Chuck's lap under the pretext of thinking him for buying the ship for her… oh and the 'wild' night. "I count twenty," she whispered to him. "With the ten on the ship, that's thirty."

"I know," Chuck said. "I'll make sure they know about the change in plans and wait until everyone is off the ship."

"Okay," Joey said as she snuggled into him with another quick kiss.

"I know that you're just teasing," Chuck said. "But sitting on my lap and kissing me in front of Sarah unless it is absolutely necessary for the cover would be a major fuck up. A major… fuck… up."

"Yes, sir," Joey said. "I'll definitely take that advice to heart."

"Don't call me sir," Chuck said facetiously with a grin. "I'm already upset with you. I have a headache from drinking all that tequila last night."

Joey matched his grin. "Okay… Daddy."

"That's better," Chuck said, still clearly teasing. "Now take that sexy body someplace where it will be of some use and go distract the men so that I can talk to Sarah."

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Sarah sat in her hiding place in the van waiting for the battle to begin. Yes, it was a dangerous situation. And Chuck was in the middle of it. Yet she found that she couldn't keep the stupid grin off her face. This so reminded her of her C.A.T. days… including Carina trying her damndest to get a quickie in just before the fighting started. She wondered how long after the battle she would wait before she found some lame excuse to lose her top. That was something of a Carina post battle tradition. Hopefully, she would wait until they were on the plane. And she didn't have time to warn poor Chuck. Fortunately her current target, Josh, wasn't all that interested. There was one thing about Carina, though. She didn't give up easily.

Finally the ship was in sight. And that meant that their wires were again in range. After a bit of static, all that was coming over Laura's wire was moaning, grunting, and a squeaking bed. So it was clear what her assignment was.

Then she heard it. She was honestly so relieved to hear his voice that it didn't immediately register that he was talking to her. But quickly enough, she keyed her mike. "I copy you," she said. "What is your situation?"

"Better than planned," said Chuck's hushed voice. "The men are going to leave the ship. Hold off the attack until all ten are on the dock."

"Roger that," Sarah said as she took a moment to inform the rest of the team. "There were eleven. I assume from the sounds coming from Laura's wire mean that she has one occupied."

"Affirmative," Chuck said. "She deserves her private shot at him, right? By the way, nothing happened last night. Not even any teasing. They're both all talk. I'm beginning to think that this seductive spy thing is a hoax. By the way, who is Roger? You're not the only one who can get jealous."

Sarah fought back the laugh, barely. Chuck could always make her laugh. But they were in the middle of a mission, not the place to encourage him. Even so, she smiled at her guy. He was looking out for his team. He knew that Laura wanted to deal with Rock herself. He had changed the plan to give her that shot. Even better he was looking out for his wife. How sweet was that? "Good to know," she said firmly. "Roger is an old friend of the family. But this isn't really the time or place for that discussion. We'll talk later."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, clearly chastised.

That made Sarah feel guilty when he was being so sweet. So she softened her tone about ten notches. "Stay safe," she said. "I expect you to impress me."

"And I don't impress easily."

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There was one thing that anybody who had ever planned a mission knew full well. There was no such thing as a perfect mission. Things happened that you couldn't possibly predict. You had to build in contingencies in your planning to account for those unexpected things. So this mission maybe wasn't perfect. But it was as close as anybody could ever remember.

Rock's men filed off the boat with their packed bags and basically stood in formation. As soon as the men from the dock took possession of the truck, Carina and her DEA jumped out of hiding and announced a raid.

Since the men on the dock were armed, the DEA Agents, augmented by Carina, Josh, and Casey, concentrated on them. Some quickly correctly read the situation and surrendered. But most foolishly decided to shoot it out. And the bad guys had the advantage in numbers, but the good guys had the advantage of cover. More important, they also had Casey. So after about ten of them were lying on the dock in various stages of bleeding to death, the others quickly gave up.

That left the ten that had been on the boat for Joey and Chuck to deal with. They weren't really armed. A couple maybe had a knife strapped on their waist but most had packed all of their weapons. Then again, Joey and Chuck weren't armed either. But it became quickly obvious a group of mercenary drug runners were no match against a pissed off Intersect 2.0. Joey handled her three in methodical fashion much like she had in the restaurant yesterday. She did take a glancing punch or two. But Chuck was blowing through men faster than anyone could count.

Sarah had to make a quick call. In the planning session with Casey and Josh last night, they decided that she should be prepared to assist against the armed men. Their guns were the biggest threat to everybody. And they weren't exactly sure how many men Carina could deliver on such short notice. But she quickly determined that situation was under control. And who are we kidding? It would have had to be total disaster for her to make any other call. She quickly went to help Chuck.

By the time Sarah got there, Chuck was down to his last conscious man. "Okay Daddy," she said. "If you think that I don't get at least one…" So Chuck smiled and took a step back.

The drug dude also smiled as he saw this pretty young blonde square off against him. He looked around and knew that he had no hope of escape. But maybe he could have a little fun before they slapped the cuffs on him. So he threw a roundhouse right at Sarah that would have knocked her head completely off her shoulders… had it landed. She was clearly quicker than she looked. He shortened the next punch a little, going for more precision and a little less power, again with the same result. Several punches later, he was getting a little winded and this pretty blonde was still just standing there grinning at his futility. So he lowered his head and bull rushed her. Once he had her on the ground, his size advantage would simply be too great.

As it turned out, that strategy was… well, a little short sighted. Sarah's left foot along with his own momentum caused a blow to his jaw that would have dropped a charging bull. He fell to the deck in a semi conscious heap.

Chuck turned to his wife who wasn't even close to breathing hard. "Nice kick," he said with a grin.

Sarah didn't respond until she was in his arms. "Thanks," she said as soon as that first long kiss broke. "You don't get all of the fun."

"See," Chuck said. "I love it when you get all bad ass. That guy didn't stand a chance. I almost was feeling sorry for him."

Sarah turned to where Joey was standing after helping the team in making sure that any men who were still breathing were wearing cuffs. "Talk about bad ass," she said. "You got three. That was most impressive. I saw you take a couple of blows. Are you okay?"

If Joey was trying to hide that she was on cloud nine from getting such a glowing complement from her mentor, she sure as hell wasn't doing a very good job. She was positively radiant. "Thanks," was the only word she could get past the grin that was threatening to break her face. "I'm fine."

Suddenly a shot rang out, then another, then yet another. When they turned they saw a naked Laura pumping bullets into an also naked Rock's head until he fell overboard, dead into the water. She continued pumping rounds into his floating body until the gun just clicked. Then she threw the gun, hitting him directly in what used to be his head. "Fuck me harder," she growled. "Not ever again."

"What are you doing out here?" Chuck called out to her.

"I didn't want to get blood on your new boat," she replied. Then she waived, clearly ignoring the fact that she was buck naked… and currently being gawked at by about a dozen men, both good and bad. "Hi Casey," she called. "It's good to see you."

If Casey was embarrassed, he did a good job at hiding it. "Um, it's good to see you too," he said. "All of you."

Sarah turned to Chuck. "Your new boat?" she asked with a confused half smile.

"It's your boat," Chuck said with a grin. "I bought it for you as a wedding present. I figured we would take it to Washington instead of the plane. Maybe we could relax for a couple of days before our next mission."

"You bought it?" Sarah asked. "Chuck, how much does something like this cost?"

"I have no idea," Chuck said with a laugh. "It comes complete with a captain and a chef. He told me to use it for a few weeks and then pay him whatever I thought it was worth. I think the moron was afraid of me. I have the signed over title in my pocket. Let's take him up on it. They were almost his dying words." He tuned to Joey. "Go get a bottle of champagne from the galley," he said. "We'll re-christen her."

"I'm way ahead of you, Daddy," Joey said as she ran up the walkway. "I stashed one for just this occasion. May I do the honors?"

"Let me guess," Casey said. "You're going to name her The Sarah? That's pretty cliché."

"The Sexy Sarah," Josh said. "That would be better."

"Nope," Joey said. She broke bottle against the bow. "Daddy already told me. I christen thee The Enforcer."

That got them all laughing. "The Enforcer," Casey said as soon as he could stop laughing. "Going for symbolism, I see. That name fits on more than one level."

Sarah was busy blinking away the happy tears. "I think that is maybe the sweetest thing I've ever heard of," she said. Then she glared up at Laura who was still standing there naked as a jaybird and making absolutely no effort to cover anything. "And here I thought for sure that Carina would be the first one naked."

"I'll bet that she isn't far behind," Laura called down. "She always follows whatever I do."

"My ass," Carina replied, only half kidding. "One guy in a bar chooses her one time, and now she thinks she's the queen of pickups. Between you and me, I think that the guy had a screw loose."

"Let's get on board," Chuck said. "We need to be out of the area before the DEA backup arrive.

"Oh my God," Joey said. "This is going to be a regular party boat. Tequila, cocaine, dancing, naked women. Sarah, what are you going to do with Chuck?"

Sarah looked at Joey as if she had grown a second head. "I know that I sort of agreed to mentor you, rookie," she said. "But I'm really hoping that you're not expecting training in that particular area."

That got the whole group laughing.

Chuck broke out of Sarah's embrace and walked up to Joey who's face was pretty red. "I'm afraid that this is going to get pretty wild tonight, with Carina and Laura competing to see who can wear the fewest clothes and be the most risqué drinking and dancing," he said so that only she could hear. "Don't do anything you don't want to do. You're not competing with them."

Joey shook her head sadly. "Like I could compete with them," she said.

"Nobody would notice me no matter what I do."

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