"Going Straight" (closed)

[Gabe619]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:

Mephisto rolled on top of Richard with a grin sandwiching their cock together as Samantha gave them instructions. He kissed the man, then pulled back and stroked his own cock as he got on his haunches.

"I want inside you right now, Richard, get that cock over here and inside your wife." He said with unusual dominance in his voice.

Richard threw him a jaunty salute and a smile as he moved smoothly between Samantha's legs. He paused only long enough to lower his head and suck and lick on her clit for a few seconds, before he rose, licking his lips, and crawled up her body, kissing both her erect nipples and finally kissing her as his cock found its way to her pussy like a guided missile. It slipped into its home, a place it knew so well and which Richard felt had been made for him. he always felt complete when inside his wife.

Mephisto sat and watched the husband and wife for a few minutes, taking in the love making, the way their hands drifted over each other, the kissing, the smiles, the eye contact, then he moved behind Richard. The man was moving his hips slowly with a regular rhythm. The hacker grabbed the mans hisp and lent in, his face moving to the crack of Richards ass and finally his tongue flicked out, flicking over the mans hole back there. It tasted of sweat and cum, Mephisto had already put one huge load inside Richard earlier in the night. Now he licked and sucked it out, coating the mans hole inside and out with his saliva before finally straightening. With one hand on his own cock and one hand on Richards hip he moved in, finding the tight hole he wanted and slowly pushed inside as Richard paused in fucking Samantha.

"Permission to come aboard." Mephisto chuckled and smirked as he pushed deeper feeling the tightness enclose his cock. "Mmmmm, I love how tight your ass is." He whispered in Richards ear before starting to pick up the pace. Between them the two men were fucking Samantha who lay there receiving the efforts of both men.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard, Samantha, and Mephisto:

Samantha grasped her husband's face in her hands pulling their mouths together as he fucked her deeply but slowly. She purred to him, "Thank you."

Richard asked between kisses, "For what?"

She looked past him to Mephisto, smiled, and answered, "For bringing your work home with you."

Behind Richard, Mephisto had slipped his sixth or seventh condom of their night and morning together, lubed it, then slipped his cock into Samantha's husband ass. Richard took the other man's length and girth easily, listened to Mephisto's compliment, and responded, "You feel so good in me."

The three fucked slowly at first; they put most of their concentration on their caressing and petting and kissing. They'd come to greatly enjoy one another's touch through the night and could probably have happily finished their encounter without intercourse ... if Samantha hadn't yearned for just one more orgasm before they finished.

Eventually, though, she looked between the two men and whispered with a smile, "Let's do this."

Richard knew what his wife meant. He started fucking her pussy harder, deeper, and faster, at the same time encouraging Mephisto to do the same to his ass.

Sometimes, both men lunged forward together; other times, Richard's body was the only one moving much, with his cock first pushing forward into his wife's wet hole, then his ass pushing back to sink Mephisto's cock into his own lubed hole.

Richard listened with joy as his wife and their new lover came just seconds apart. He himself was close; he continued pummeling Samantha's warmth another minute or so until he, too, groaned out loudly at his cock leaping inside his wife.

Richard reached a hand back to Mephisto's back, encouraging him to stay inside him, then rolled to his side; the two swords remained in their sheaths as the three lovers lay together, their hearts pounding, their bodies quivering in the afterglow.

After quite a while, they reluctantly ended their wondrous encounter. Samantha rose to turn the coffee pot on and call their nearby cafe for a breakfast delivery.

Richard had led Mephisto to the bathroom, where his wife joined them. After they'd washed away the sweat and saliva and lube and cum, Samantha told Mephisto in no uncertain terms, "You will be back. I want to sculpt you."

Breakfast arrived, they each got their fill, and Richard escorted Mephisto to the sedan in the building's underground garage. Twenty minutes later, they were in a second underground parking area, that of the Hanson Building, where Richard gave Mephisto a knowing smirk and said, "Have a nice day, sir."

 

[PennySaver]

Everyone, at the Office:

"I was going to put one of my people up there," the SWAT leader said.

Jennifer's heart dropped. She knew that Marcus would take Ketch's opinion over hers; he was, after all, an experienced TacTeam leader and she was still a Rookie. He talked about the Barrett M107 that she could see already set up on the table in the middle of the Armory, waiting for its prospective user to retrieve. She'd performed well with the gun at the Academy, tying for her Class's high school at both 200 and 800 meters.

Knowing how to handle the weapon, though, wasn't the same as actually handling it. She knew the rifle's kick, and -- honestly -- she really had questions about whether she'd be able to shoot the Barrett more than just the one time without curling up in a little ball and crying.

"Well, you heard them," Marcus said after the SWAT leader suggested that she take the helicopter's door gun instead. "Give me an honest answer, do you think you can do either job in your current condition?"

"Not gonna happen."

The female voice that made that statement wasn't Jennifer's: it was Zhang Yuqi's. As all eyes turned her way, Kitty looked specifically to her friend. She looked for Jennifer to fess up, and when she didn't, Kitty looked to the two boss men and finked: "She's afraid of flying."

Eyes turned Jennifer's way again, and after a moment she confessed, "I'm afraid of flying."

"I'll take the Barrett," Kitty said with a firm tone. "I'm as good with it as Jennifer is--"

"Bullshit!" the other woman objected. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she shrugged and admitted, "Okay, so, she's pretty good behind a scope." She looked to Teddy, who had slinked off to the Armory rather than face a very aggressive Jennifer. "So's he ... but I'm still the best."

"We need Teddy on the chopper," Kitty said, expressing her opinion. The man she was balling had an ability to suss out a situation faster than most people. Kitty looked between Marcus, Daniel, and Devon and told them, "You three have the experience ... but Teddy is practically precog'. I'll take the Bank Building. Jennifer can spot for me."

"We've got company," Mephisto said, interrupting the conversation.

He pointed to the monitors of his station, indicating the rising outer door of the parking garage. It didn't take long for them to realize it was a D'Angelo SUV. A few minutes later, Philip knocked on the Office door. He and Emelia entered, and the latter looked around with a pleased smile on her face.

"I wanted to come say thank you," the Donna told them, looking around between them. "Thank you for what you have already done ... and for what you are about to do."

She half turned to look at Philip, then stepped back a bit. Her bodyguard stepped forward, reporting, "My contacts have been updating me through the night and morning. Slattery is still in 1224. He's being watched by half a dozen men on the 12th floor. I only just learned that they have at least one man, maybe two, on the roof. I don't think it's because they're expecting a helicopter infil' obviously, but still, that's what I've heard."

Emelia and Philip hadn't heard the conversation about Kitty and Jennifer being atop the bank building, so neither of them fully understood when the former said, "We'll take care of that when the time comes."

Philip continued, "Six on the 12th ... another half dozen in the lobby. The former are D'Amato men. The latter are from the JP. And, of course, the neighborhood is crowded with gangbangers packing heavy firepower. This might be overexaggerating and it might not ... but I would expect to run into more armed people than unarmed.

"My crew will hit the tunnels at 2330 hours," Philip continued.

He pulled out an 11x17 inch sheet of paper and unfolded it. It was a map of the tunnels under the Jackson Projects; he didn't know whether or not Marcus had found such maps in their raid on City Hall's files or whether or not Mephisto had found the same online. He's indicated specific locations on it with red marker.

"We'll make it look like we're hitting the meth labs here ... and here," Philip said, pointing as appropriate. "That should draw most of the gangbangers to us. By the time they figure out this is a rescue attempt for Slattery, you should already have the bastard."

Philip looked to Emelia for anything she wanted to add. All she could do, though, was look to Marcus and give him a concern smile.

 

[PennySaver]

OOC: If you are following our story, please notice that:

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• I moved it down one space.
• I then added a NEW post above it, which you might want to read.

 

[Gabe619]

Cole checked his watch, it was 23.20. In ten minutes Phillips people would hit the meth labs in the tunnels beneath the Jackson Projects causing their diversion, and also taking out some drug making facilities, so win/win Marcus considered as he sat next to the left side open door of the Huey as it sailed through the cities night sky. He had realised as his team had mounted up just how bad he missed this. It took him back to his days in the Marines and he was no stranger to the Huey helicopter, the familiar Whup Whup of its twin bladed rotor was kind of comforting to him, though with the two side doors open it made talking to each other rather hard. Still, they had done all the talking needed back at base.

Beside him sat Teddy, grim faced, cradling his Heckler and Koch MP5-A3 to his chest. All their MP5's were silenced this time out as Cole hoped to make quick progress without alerting any of the D'Amato guards left on the 12th floor. The young man's sidearm was strapped to his thigh as was everyone else's. Marcus had kept to his original idea of making his strike team six strong so there was himself, Teddy, Ketch and three others from the SWAT team who had volunteered. Holly was there and Cole thought she only volunteered to make up for getting slightly creased by a bullet at the docks. McCauley had decided he was to old for this shit, his exact words, and was playing ground ops controller for this mission. He would have comms with Cole's team and Phillips so he could keep on top of what was happening and let each team know the progress of the other. Kitty and Jennifer had left the HQ long before Cole and Teddy had headed out to meet Ketch and his people giving them plenty of time to get into position on the banks roof. Marcus had worried that the loud report of the Barret when fired might alert the gangs in the Projects that something was going down, but Ketch had reassured him that at the distance Kitty would be firing it at they would only hear what sounded like a muffled car backfiring at a distance.

Marcus looked down on the city below as the helicopter banked slightly, it looked almost pretty in the darkness of night, only illuminated by street lighting, car lights and building lights. The dirt, the grime, the people, even the noise seemed muted and not real. The cool night air flooding through the cabin of the Huey was brisk enough to keep everyone alert and fifteen minutes later Cole saw the Projects looming into view ahead. He had already been notified by Devon that Phillips people had begun their part of the operation and were already in a running gun fight below street level. The Huey headed for the building housing Slattery and as Marcus looked down he saw two dead bodies on the gravel floor of the roof and one panicked gunman looking every which way and finally looking up as he heard the helicopter approach. He swung his AK 47 around to fire at them and then his head exploded like a ripe melon hit with a hammer. A head shot from that distance with a 50. rifle? Kitty hadn't been joking when she said she was good, Cole considered as the gangbanger dropped in a pool of his own blood.

The chopper landed gently on the roof as three members of the team got out either side of it and lined up to head to the maintenance door, Cole on point. Ketch brought up the rear so the team was sandwiched between their two most experienced members. Marcus found the door unlocked and threw it open, no one was in sight and waving his hand for the group to proceed he started down a single flight of steps heading to the floor where apartment 1224 was housed. They saw no one in the staircase and as Cole got to the door that led to the main living area of the building where the apartments lay he stopped again and let his team assemble. He pointed to two of them and gestured for them to stay here and hold their escape route open. There was no telling if the bad guys might swarm up the emergency stairs when they heard gun fire. Marcus eased the door open a crack and peeked through. He saw two men in suits, so not residents of the Projects, standing and talking, both holding machine pistols. He turned his head to his people and held up two fingers, pointed at his eyes, then flicked them out the door letting them all know he had seen two bad guys.

Without a word he eased through the door and double tapped both men in the head with the Phut Phut sounds of his silenced MP5. The noise of them dropping to the floor was muffled by the carpet. Cole moved on, stepping over the two dead bodies. If Phillips intel was right that left four more bad guys somewhere on this floor. Teddy came up beside him and they moved double team through the passages until they got to the apartment door they wanted. Cole pulled a flashbang from his vest and nodded to Teddy to kick the door in, but the kid didn't move, staring at the door, then quickly moving to the other side of it as Marcus gave him a quizzical look as to why he wasn't following orders. Teddy silently pointed to the door and held his hand up in a 'wait' motion and brought his gun up to his shoulder. A second later the door opened and the sound of a tv playing and men talking filtered out into the corridor.

"Yeah, yeah, just keep the creep quiet will you? His moaning is ..." The man backing out of the door was saying before he caught sight of Teddy in his peripheral vision and his expression changed to shock just before Marcus grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the doorway.

The man fell to the floor, his machine pistol hitting the ground next to him on the strap around his shoulder. Holly put two rounds into him as Teddy forged ahead fast, Marcus right behind him. The flashbang turned out to be unnecessary as they caught the three remaining D'Amato men cold footed. All three went for their guns but it was a fools mission they were on, one actually managed to get his hand on the butt of his before he was shot down and in less than three second from the door opening all the bad guys were down and Slattery sat on a chair, wide eyed staring at the people in black tac uniforms and hoods concealing their faces.

"What's that smell?" Holly asked as she cleared the rest of the small apartment.

"I think he pissed himself." Ketch remarked dragging the ex-Bureau Chief to his feet. "How you doing, Trevor?" He asked slapping the man across the face to get his undivided attention. "You do what we say, when we say it, and who knows, you might get out of this alive."

 

[PennySaver]

Assault on Building 12 (cont.)

"Time?" Kitty whispered from behind the Barrett. Compared to when she'd trained on the .50 caliber rifle at the academy, time here on the roof, waiting for the unnamed operation to start, passed so very much slowly. Before her spotter could reply Zhang Yuqi growled, "And don't tell me one minute after the last time I asked."

Beside her, Jennifer Kennedy chuckled softly before answering, "2324 ... and it's been two minutes since you asked last ... fyi."

Acting as Kitty's spotter, Jennifer had been alternating between surveying the roof of Building 12 and the rooves of the nearest buildings in the Jackson Projects. There had been a fear that they might run into trouble with gangbangers -- or even D'Amato soldiers -- guarding the adjacent rooftops. And while Jennifer had seen other people atop nearby buildings, none of them had appeared to be part of the ongoing protection of Narcotics Chief Slattery.

"I still say you're wrong," Kitty whispered to her teammate.

"Doesn't matter," Jennifer whispered back. "Nothing we can do about it right now."

She swung the tripod-mounted night vision goggles 10 degrees to her left and let them auto-focus. There on the roof of Building 9, a trio of gangbangers were taking turns banging a girl who Kitty didn't think was older than her mid-teens. Kitty's opinion was that the situation was anything but consensual; Jennifer was that while the girl might very well have been anywhere other than on the roof with those guys, she likely had consented in exchange for cash or drugs.

But the longer she watched, the less confident Jennifer was. Raising her gaze to the corner of the binoculars without ever raising her eyes from the viewfinder, she saw the synchronized time indicator advance to 2325. She was beginning to think as Kitty was, that they should do something about what was happening on the nearby roof. But they couldn't have done anything about it earlier, and now they were simply out of time.

"What did we decide?" Jennifer asked, still whispering. "Are we taking out the guys on 12 before Philip begins his assault in the tunnels ... or after the excitement begins."

"Before," Kitty said, again asking, "Time?"

"It's time," Jennifer said. "And we decided to take them out before Philip hit the cook."

"Range me," Kitty ordered.

Range of shot wasn't really that for which Kitty was looking, of course. Mephisto had downloaded city maps that had put the distance between Kitty and Jennifer's hide and the access door on Building 12 where the men were standing at exactly 862 meters, just a bit more than half a mile. What Kitty was actually looking for in her request was current wind, temperature, and humidity conditions, each of which could turn a kill shot at this distance into a very beautiful yet entirely useless miss.

Jennifer checked the readings in the high-tech spotter's binoculars, then double checked with the gear that Mephisto had ordered in for them a couple of weeks earlier ... just in case, Jennifer had said a the time. Both units measured nearly exactly, and after Jennifer did some quick, skilled calculations and suggested corrections, Kitty whispered, "Firing."

"It's not time," Jennifer said with a touch of concern.

"I think it is," Kitty correcting, adding, "Take a peek."

Jennifer had been watching the two men on the roof as assigned, but she hadn't noticed what Kitty had: one of the men had pulled out his cell phone and was beginning to show excitement about something. They turned simultaneously for the roof access door ... but never reached it.

Kitty's first shot caught the man with the phone right through the front of his face, blowing off his nose, lips, some facial bones, and a couple of the fingers holding the phone to his ear.

"Two inches right," Jennifer reported, presuming -- correctly, of course -- that her partner had been aiming dead center for the departing man's skull. Then, feeling no concern about being inappropriate or crude, she added, "Someone's gonna need to see a dentist."

The other man had stopped short, uncertain of what was happening in front of him. Kitty watched the gangbanger's face fill with an expression of horror when his partner in crime twisted, revealed his mostly missing face, and stumbled back. The second man's state of shock didn't last long, though, as Kitty's second shot hit more precisely, penetrating the man's temple and splashing his brains all over the wall of the roof access.

"Hit," Jennifer reported, adding, "Dead." Then, looking to the first man -- who surprisingly was still standing, though only because he'd slumped back against the roof access -- she asked, "Finish the first?"

Kitty had already considered that, and now pulled the trigger the third time. Barely little more than a second later, the gangbanger's head exploded against the wall, just as his partner's had.

"Hit ... dead," Jennifer said, rather out of protocol than out of need, as Kitty was more than capable of understanding the damage she'd done. She told her friend, "Scanning."

Jennifer carefully swept the spotter's scope about, first to the right, then to the left. After half a minute or so, she reported, "I think we're clear."

"What about the rapists?" Kitty asked, knowing that Jennifer would know who she meant. "We have time now."

Jennifer looked to her friend with a questioning expression. She asked, "Are you serious?"

By this time, Kitty was already looking through her own scope at the scene unfolding on the roof of Building 9. She asked, "You tell me? Does that still look consensual to you?"

Jennifer hesitated to swing the scope; if the girl atop the other building was in fact being raped, she wanted to do something about it, too. But they were in the middle of an operation and had priorities, tasks which might very well be the difference between their team members living or dying.

Still, she understood Kitty's point, and swinging the scope to the adjacent building, her stomach turned over at the sight of what was without any doubt at all a gang rape. She only took a moment to make a decision; she read off the numbers in the view finder of the scope, then glanced to her map to get the exact distance to the other roof. She whispered, "Try not to hit the girl, okay? I think she's already been through--"

Before she could finish, the Barrett fired. Jennifer watched as the chests of not one but two of the rapists exploded from the bullet traveling at over 800 meters a second. The scene was one of absolute mayhem, with the third male and the girl having no idea what had just happened.

The girl fell to the gravelly roof top, screaming so loud that Jennifer and Kitty could just barely hear her in the gentle wind. The third rapist turned and ran for that building's roof access. He had just gotten to the door when Kitty's next shot caught him right through the neck; if it hadn't been for some surviving tendons, the man's head would have rolled away across the roof.

Kitty eyed the situation atop 9 for a moment, then turned her attention back to 12. Jennifer's attention was on the sound of the incoming helicopter, still unseen in the dark skies with its running light off but obviously getting closer all the time. Finally, she caught sight of the chopper, telling Kitty, "30 seconds to skids down."

"Third target on 12," Kitty said, no longer worrying about whispering. "Roof access left. I ... I lost him ... where the fuck did he go?"

Jennifer turned her attention away from the helicopter, instead searching for the surprise guest atop Building 12. With concern, she reported with growing panic, "No joy! No joy! I can't find him!"

Out of the corner of the eye not behind the scope, Jennifer could now see light reflecting of the chopper's skin. The operation was at risk; a gangbanger with an automatic weapon could easily bring the helicopter down even with some lucky shots.

Then, the Barrett exploded again, and through her scope Jennifer saw the third man just in time to see his head do the same. With obvious relief, Jennifer said, "Hit! Oh, Jesus! Nice shot, Kit ... nice fucking shot."

"We're not going to talk about this later, are we?" Kitty asked, looking to Jennifer for a moment before going back to surveying the roof of 12.

Jennifer understood what her friend meant: they'd let themselves get distracted and, as a result, had put the mission in jeopardy. The spotter told the sniper, "Not going to talk about this ... ever."

(Part 2, in the tunnels, due soon.)

 

[PennySaver]

In the tunnels:

Emelia had tried to talk Philip out of leading the tunnel assault. She cared more about him than any person on the planet other than her father. But Philip had insisted, telling Emelia that the level of danger was too high for him to ask for volunteers and then sit back and hope they all survived.

Between his personal knowledge of the Jackson Projects, the intel he'd picked up since Slattery's escape, and the info Mephisto had provided, Philip was confident that they could and would pull off their end of the assault without problems.

He had more than just information on his side, though. The men Philip was leading were the best at this sort of thing, almost par with those in the helicopter that would be landing atop Building 12 in a few minutes.

The D'Angelo Crime Family had always had a preference for Soldiers who had actually been soldiers, men -- and women, too -- with military experience. Giuseppe D'Angelo, Emelia's grandfather and the founder of the Family, had grown up amongst veterans from World War II and, later, the Korean War. When he first began putting the organization together, he'd selected men who'd seen action on the battlefield at a higher degree than any other Crime Family in the City.

Enzo D'Angelo had continued with his father's precedent, even encouraging his men to take a break from Organized Crime to serve their country. Upon discharge, Enzo welcomed them back with open arms and, in most cases, a cash bonus and very favorable terms so that they could buy a house for the family they already had or the one they'd be starting soon enough.

Philip had followed that very path, as had 6 of the 8 men with him in the tunnels now; the other two had had felonies on their record and had been denied their opportunity to serve, and yet Philip had every confidence in them, just as he had in the others. And their battlefield knowledge paid off almost immediately.

They entered the tunnels via the basement of one of the JP buildings friendly to the D'Angelo's and headed swiftly but quietly for Building 12. They grounded the lighting, overloading it and sending the tunnel into total darkness, and with night vision goggles provided by Marcus, made their way through the darkness with confidence.

Using powered bolt cutters, they cut their way through a heavy-duty grill standing in their way, then continued forward -- right into a face-to-face with six gangbangers who'd been heading toward a new meth lab about which none of Philip's contacts had had information. The fire fight was over in seconds; the D'Angelo soldiers, carrying sound suppressed MP-5's like those being used by those in the helo, had downed the gangbangers without hesitation.

Unfortunately, one of the lab's protectors had had his finger on the trigger of his machine pistol, and the subsequent rapid firing of the weapon as the man was going down sent echoing waves up and down the underground labyrinth.

"We're blown!" Philip called out. "Go! Go! Go!"

The men leading the way knew the planned route well, and moving at a quick pace they pushed forward. Three more times, they ran into gangbangers, and each time they put the thugs down with ease. The man in the lead signaled at an intersection, and the team divided: one tunnel led to the left and to a known meth lab, which Philip's people would hit to give the indication that this was the act of a rival gang trying to eliminate a competitor; while the other path led to the right and toward Building 12's basement access and, presumably, the direction from which additional guns would appear.

Philip went with the team going right. Mephisto hadn't been entirely certain that their communications systems would work underground with so much cinder block, steel, and concrete above them, but if it did work, Philip wanted to see if the plan was working and report it to Marcus and the First Team. Unfortunately, he learned very quickly that while the two teams in the tunnels could communicate with each other, he couldn't hear Marcus and Daniel's team at all.

Behind him, Philip heard a firefight erupt, followed by an explosion. Initially he thought it was a flash or concussion grenade, but the horrific screams that followed led him to believe that the meth lab had exploded and caught fire and was cooking the cooks and some of their security. He found himself praying to God that none of those screaming were his people.

Word had obviously gotten around that the tunnels had been infiltrated as gangbangers -- a couple at a time, half a dozen at a time -- began flooding down into the tunnels. Philip's team had taken up defensive stations, and made short work of the less skilled criminals who attacked without understanding what they were facing. Later, when the team reviewed the operation, it would be estimated that the gangbangers had taken almost three dozen casualties between the roof, the basement entrance, and the two meth labs Philip's other team had found, attacked, and destroyed.

"We're out of here!" Philip finally called out when he felt that their work was done. "Move, move, move!"

He had little doubt that the diversion had been successful, as they'd been met with far more gangbangers then even he himself had expected. But it was now time to get the fuck out of Dodge. They backtracked quickly, watching for enemies in front and in the rear, a near constant gunfight taking place until they'd reached where they'd cut down the first two of so many men. They met up with the other half of Philip's men and hoofed it back the way in which they'd come.

"Claymore!" Philip called to one of his military trained men as he himself spun to offer rear support. He spotted a silhouette and fired his MP5, taking the man down; only just now did Philip realize that he hadn't yet discharged his weapon. Once the man with the explosives gave him the signal, he once again hollered, "Move, move, move ... we're out of here!"

They hurried down the tunnel at breakneck speed now; two of Philip's men -- one was actually female -- had stayed behind to keep the tunnel secure, and they'd passed word on to their boss that it was safe to move as fast as possible. Behind them, the explosive they'd set -- not an actual claymore, but similar -- exploded, sending a shock wave past them that nearly caused Philip to lose balance and fall.

Back at the friendly building, Philip led them up a staircase and through a door to the alley that was typically locked. They loaded up in their SUV's that had been guarded just like their escape path had and shot away from the JP as fast as they could.

Only after they were on the road again was Philip able to connect with the other team. He was asked if they'd suffered any casualties. Philip looked to the rear seat of the SUV, where one of his mean -- a former Army Medic -- was working feverishly to stop the bleeding at the side of one of his teammates; the bullet had penetrated the man's torso just below his vest during the attack on the second meth lab and yet somehow the man had been able to stay on his feet all the way back to the stairwell near their vehicles.

After a moment, the action in the backseat ended. The medic felt for a pulse again and finding none, looked to his boss and shook his head. Philip spoke into the comm, "We're down one."

He turned to watch a few blocks of the City pass by at 50 in a 35, then said, "Just tell me that bastard is still alive."

 

[PennySaver]

At the $100/$200 Texas Hold'em Table
Approaching midnight:

Kylie Parker had started the night with $3,000 and was up with a stack of almost $30,000 when the burner on her hip vibrated. She pulled the phone out, preparing to flip it open.

"I'm sorry, Miss Parker," the dealer said quickly but with a polite tone. "No cell phones at the table, please."

"I just have to--" Kylie said.

"I'll have to muck your hand if you answer your phone, Miss Parker," the dealer said, her tone polite but firm. "House rules. You know this."

"Yeah, yeah, I know this," Kylie said as she dropped the phone into her jacket pocket.

She stuck with the hand, though her mind was on the call. It had been supplied to her by Emelia D'Angelo, with the simple but firm instructions, "Day or night, it rings, you answer."

Kylie's three of a kind on the flop had turned into a small full house by the river, and the betting of the other players told her the pot was hers. But then the phone began vibrating a second time. Kylie had always been a cool customer at the poker table, but now she was showing signs of panic, not because of her cards but because of the knowledge of who was at the other end of the call.

When the last player in the hand with her reraised her $1,200 bet to $6,500, Kylie's mind went back to her hand; she realized -- too late to save her $1,200 -- that the other player must have hit an even bigger full house, and she did indeed muck her cards.

Her competition laughed riotously and -- despite not having to do so -- turned over his hole cards, revealing that he'd been bluffing. He taunted Kylie as he raked in his winnings. Kylie gestured the dealer to color her smaller chips to larger ones as she turned to answer the phone, "I'm here, sorry ... I wasn't able to answer."

There was a long pause, which made Kylie even more nervous. She asked, "Hello?"

Kylie was expecting to be chastised for the second time in as many minutes. Instead, Emelia D'Angelo explained, "Tonight there was an attack on a meth lab belonging to the 44's in Building 12 in the Jackson Projects."

The gang Emelia was speaking of had received their name back when they established their first drug corners on 44th Street two decades ago. Emelia continued, "The Colombians hit the 44's. They brought in a highly trained kill squad specifically for this operation and used a helicopter to get men to the roof. This is what your investigation is going to uncover."

Kylie didn't immediately respond. None of this made sense. First, the Colombian Cartel was the only large Organized Crime entity that didn't have in investment in the JP. Second, they imported their own meth from Northern Mexico, where they had an affiliate Mexican Cartel working with them. And third, a helicopter? Yeah, sure, the Colombians had access to them, as did most of the Crime Families. But to infil' one of the JP's residential towers with one? Bold ... and a bit unnecessary.

"Colombians ... the 44s ... helicopter," Kylie reviewed, asking, "This is what you want my investigation to uncover, yes?"

"Yes," Emelia confirmed. "Any questions?"

Kylie picked up her stack of high denomination chips and headed for the cashier's window, asking, "Yeah, is there anything you don't want my investigation to uncover?"

"There were some people killed on the roof of a neighboring building," Emelia answered, speaking of the three men who'd raped a resident that Kylie would later learn was just 13 years old, not the 15 or 16 Jennifer Carter had thought at the time that her partner, Zhang Yuqi, had blown the men away with the Barrett .50 caliber. "I need their deaths to be attributed to causes unconnected to the Colombian's attack on the meth lab."

Kylie considered what she was being told, trying to imagine just what the hell had happened tonight in the Projects. After a moment she said, "I'll do my best." Then, hesitating only a moment, she asked, "With all due respect, could you tell me just how long I'm going to belong to you? We, um ... we never really discussed that."

No answer was given, however. And after a moment of just standing there, trading stares with the cashier, Kylie realized that she was talking to herself. She snapped the phone shut, pocketed it, turned in her chips, and left, feeling tickled pink at her winning night while also fearing that the rest of the night was going to be a serious bitch.

 

[PennySaver]

Jennifer Carter and Zhang "Kitty" Yuqi
Atop the Capital City Bank Building:

Once the helicopter was again in the air and departing the Jackson Projects, the two female members of the Untouchables had nothing left to do. They quickly broke down the Barrett, packed up the remaining gear, and headed for the roof access door; Mephisto had done a dance with his fingers upon his keyboard and somehow gained the security codes for the Bank's roof and maintenance elevator, giving the pair their way in and out of the high rise without actually having to ask the building's management for access.

But when they arrived at the door accessing the alley, Jennifer peeked out and then quickly pulled her head back, murmuring, "Fuck."

"What?" Kitty whispered. Gestured by her partner, she looked out to find a patrol car sitting behind the SUV that was their ride out of here, with its two officers out and about. She growled at Jennifer, "I told you we couldn't park there."

"It's after 5pm," Jennifer justified.

"It's a fucking alley behind a bank, it's midnight, and those plates..." Kitty began.

She went quiet, though, before she finished her comment about the license plates. She knew that Mephisto had done something to hide the ownership of the vehicles available to the Untouchables, but she didn't know what. Honestly, when the hacker was explaining his genius in regards to the vehicles, Kitty had been contemplating her next sweaty, euphoric romp with Jumpstreet.

"I got this," she said, quickly shedding the packs over her shoulders before beginning to unbutton, unzip, and unsnap her protective gear and the clothing underneath. "You can get all the gear to the car on your own, right.

"What...? Whaddaya mean can I..." Jennifer began, going quiet when she looked back to see Kitty stripping. It took a while, but soon enough her teammate was standing there in nothing more than a sexy, tiny, lacy bra and thong set. Jennifer asked with surprise, "You wore that?"

Kitty looked to Jennifer with a questioning expression. "Sure. What did you wear?"

Jennifer had to suppress a laugh. "Not that!"

"Wait for the coast to clear, then get this shit to the car," Kitty instructed as she slipped back into her black running shoes. She caught the smirk spreading Jennifer's lips, returned the smile, and confessed, "Okay, so, maybe they don't match, but I think Marcus would have had a problem with me wearing my Christian Louboutins ... ya think?"

"You amaze me at times," Jennifer said as she turned her attention back to the cops in the alley. "They're not going anywhere."

"They will be," Kitty said with confidence. She moved up to the cracked door, peeked out, then shot out and pushed it almost closed behind her, whispering back, "Wish me luck."

"Luck at doing what?" Jennifer asked. She got her answer a few seconds later when Kitty started calling to the cops for help. "Jesus, girl."

The cops turned their attention from the illegally parked van to the nearly naked woman without delay. Kitty began her tale of woe, not that Jennifer could hear it. She gestured off down the alley several times while grasping at the officers in feigned desperation for assistance. The cops got on the radio, make their report, then invited Kitty to sit in their cruiser. A moment later, just as the naked magician had planned, the car pulled away to go deal with the situation about which she'd explained.

Jennifer waited until the red and blue lights ceased lighting the alley's brick walls, then emerged with all the gear and her partner's clothes, too. She loaded up and backed the SUV the opposite direction of the cruiser's exit. Once she was on the road and heading away from the JP, Jennifer couldn't help but explode in laughter, wondering just what the hell would come of Kitty's above and beyond efforts.

 

[Gabe619]

"Where the fuck did they come from?!" Ketch shouted as he unleashed a steady barrage of bullets down the passage.

Just as they had thought everything had gone off as planned, Murphy decided now was the perfect time to show them all about his Law. A door further down the passage had opened and two men had appeared with pistols drawn. Whether they lived in that apartment or not was irrelevant as after a shocked pause upon seeing Cole's team, they raised their guns and opened fire while ducking back into the apartment. Ketch was keeping their heads down, but they prolonged gunfight meant their exact timing was being screwed to hell and back.

"Maybe we interrupted their poker night." Teddy hissed adding his own firepower to that of the SWAT commanders.

"Get Slattery back to the roof!" Cole shouted, pushing the man into the welcoming arms of Holly as she bustled him away.

They got as far as the emergency stairwell when all hell broke loose. The staccato sounds of semi-automatic and full automatic machine guns echoed up the concrete stairwell as well as the whines of ricochets. The two SWAT men in the doorway leaned out over the drop to return fire before quickly ducking back as bullets pummelled the smooth walls around them.

"How many?" Marcus shouted out.

"Five ... no six, six Tango's with AK's and machine pistols." One replied ducking again as a hail of fire pinged off the metal guard rail by his head.

Fuck, Cole thought, and it had been going so well. They were half way home and now this. He just hoped Phillips people hadn't run into anything to bad in the basement. But what to do now? If they ran for the chopper they left their rear unguarded with a known enemy force coming on fast, but equally they didn't have time to sit and fight it out either. They could defend the floor, but eventually they would run out of ammo or simply be overwhelmed by numbers. He turned to Holly and nodded at Slattery.

"Get him moving."

She nodded, but just as she pushed the man up the staircase the whine of another ricochet sounded and he went down with a cry of pain. Marcus ran over to find Slattery holding his leg, just above his knee, blood covering his hands as his face set in a grim expression of pain. Grabbing one of the men holding the top of the stairs he told him to help Holly get the Bureau Chief to the helicopter. Making sure they were gone he pulled two frag grenades from his vest.

"Devon, lob a grenade at your guys on my go then run for the stairs." Marcus said into the mic of his comm then he waited, giving Holly and her colleague enough time to get the wounded Slattery on the Huey.

Finally having gauged enough time had elapsed Cole gave the go order and dropped his two explosives down the stairwell on top of the gangbangers trying to force their way up. The man still at the top firing down pushed himself away from the railing and charged up the stairs followed moments later by Ketch and Teddy. Marcus brought up the rear as the three explosions sounded loudly in the confined space of the passages and stairwell followed by screams of the wounded. He made the door on the roof and slammed it shut behind him before sprinting to the waiting Huey which had already sped up its rotors in preparation for a quick take off. Positioned in the open doorway of the chopper, Teddy and Ketch waited and hauled him aboard before aiming their guns at the doorway. Seconds later as the Huey began to lift off the door was thrown open as men ran onto the roof only to meet a hailstorm of lead. As they fell the helicopter veered away into the night, the last sounds of battle being two or three metallic ricochets from its hull as it vanished into the night.

 

[Gabe619]

Cole and Teddy staggered into the Batcave totally worn out. Ketch had taken his people back to SWAT HQ to debrief and send them home. Slattery had been handed over to D'Angelo soldiers and he was on his way to Elmhurst. Marcus didn't like the mans charges if he didn't play ball. As both when walked into the apartment they found Jennifer stretched out on a couch watching a news report about the attack. Teddy glanced around as he put his weapon and tactical gear away in the armory.

"Where's Kitty?" He asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant so as not to come over as afraid for her.

"She'll be back." Kennedy smiled at Jumpstreet.

"You two did good work tonight." Marcus said with a smile as he too divested himself of his weapon and gear. He would worry about cleaning the rifle tomorrow after he had slept. "That was some damn fine shooting."

"Kitty is shit hot with a rifle." Teddy stated falling into an armchair with a cold beer in his hand. "She can shoot the hairs off a fly's bollocks."

"And you think you're better, Jen?" Cole asked with a small laugh. "Got myself a couple of Annie Oakley's on my hands." He glanced over at Mephisto who hadn't even looked up as the two men had entered. "Anything I need to know about Mr. Hacker Genius, Sir?"

"Nope, seems you got away clean." The young man stated finally glancing their way.

"Ok, good, great," Marcus walked to his bedroom. "Call me if the earth stops moving, ok?" He slammed the door closed and fell on his bed, asleep and fully clothed.

 

[PennySaver]

Back at the Office after the Jackson Projects/Slattery Operation (cont.)

Jennifer was trying to unwind when Cole and Teddy returned. She hadn't been part of the conversation as to what would happen to Slattery if he was captured alive, but she wasn't surprised to see that the corrupt cop wasn't with the Untouchables. The man had been an associate of the D'Angelo Crime Family, so Emelia rightfully had reason to speak to him.

Jennifer couldn't help but wonder the same thing Marcus had, though, as to Slattery's long term destination. She had a feeling it might be the bottom of the middle of the river or perhaps a shallow grave in a field outside of town. She wasn't sure whether or not that bothered her, though. She was a cop and believed in law and order, and yet Jennifer couldn't help but wonder whether or not the world might be better off without the man.

"Where's Kitty?" Teddy asked at the obvious absence of the Untouchable with whom he was bumping uglies.

Jennifer tried to stifle a smile but failed. The last time she'd laid eyes on Zhang Yuqi, Kitty had been in no more than her bra, panties, and boots as the cops who'd been checking out their getaway vehicle helped her into theirs.

"She'll be back," she answered Teddy. She added, "It was quite a night. She needed a moment to herself."

Marcus complimented Jennifer about what she and Kitty had managed. "That was some damn fine shooting."

"You made the right choice, Boss," she said, clarifying, "about having Kitty take the shots. I think the Barrett would have kicked my ass."

Jennifer closed her eyes and listened to Marcus and Mephisto talk about the assault's public exposure. The rapists Kitty had killed on the roof of Building 9 came to her mind. She and her partner had chosen to hide that little bit of information from their Boss, which could be seen as insubordination. It hadn't been part of their mission plan, and -- worse yet -- it had almost led to the failure of the mission when neither Jennifer nor Kitty immediately saw the third gangbanger reach the roof of Building 12.

Jennifer had told someone about it, though: Emelia D'Angelo. Even as she was driving away from the Capital City Bank Building, she'd called the Donna, explained what had happened, and asked, "Is there anything to be done to hide this from Marcus. I don't know how he'll react."

"I'll take care of it," Emelia had said with a confident tone. "Don't you worry about it at all."

They'd talked for a moment about Jennifer's chest wound before discontinuing the call. She couldn't know this, of course, but Emelia had called Kylie Parker, a dirty cop from Narcotics who was hers now, and put her to task cleaning up the Building 9 mess.

Jennifer hadn't failed to notice that Devon was nowhere to be seen. She waited until Marcus headed off to his bed chamber for a badly needed rest before sitting near Mephisto and asking with humor in her voice, "Where's McCauley? We didn't leave him back there, did we?"

The hacker pointed to a monitor that was showing the view of one of the parking garage cameras; Devon was standing at one of the SUVs, having just returned. She leaned in close to Mephisto and whispered, "Do me a favor and turn off the garage cameras for ... let's say two hours ... okay?"

Jennifer met the hacker's gaze with a knowing, suggestive expression. She asked, "Understand?"

She grabbed her coat, headed out of the Office, and down the staircase, which was faster than either of the elevators. Devon was just about to slam the SUV's sliding side door shut when he caught sight of her. She walked right up to him with a quick pace, passed him, and stepped up into the vehicle's middle seat.

"Get in," she said as she was already unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping her pants. Her lips were wide in a delighted smile as she promised, "I'll keep my shirt on to not gross you out with my California Raisins, but the rest are coming off ... I mean ... if you're interested?"

 

[PennySaver]

Belinda Carmichael

As Marcus was heading for his bed in the batcave, his phone rang.

Channel 4's newest prime time reporter had heard from her sources of a major gang war erupting in the Jackson Projects.

But as she gathered more details, the story of a gang war began to look less likely. Belinda was hearing that the attack might have involved two or more assault teams and a helicopter and resulted in between 10 and 50 casualties.

Her thinking went directly to Marcus Cole and his Untouchables. She knew -- our at least hoped -- that she could get the inside track on this via her new relationship with the Detective.

If Marcus answered, Belinda would ask vaguely, "Is this you ... did you do this?"

If he didn't answer, Belinda would text him the same question, adding, "If so, I need to see you ASAP! PLEASE!"

Belinda was already making a name for herself because of her deal with Marcus Cole regarding his Untouchables. Viewers had seen her in Channel 4's nightly A-block every night -- weekends included -- since Shovelli's most recent press conference.

Of course, Cole wasn't the young, beautiful reporter's only source. Getting naked with ADA Laura Shovelli and doing wondrous things to the Prosecuter's pussy had resulted in some great leads that other reporters wouldn't get until it was no longer news.

 

[PennySaver]

Philip's team, returning to Elmhurst:

Almost from the moment of the departure of Philip and his team for the Slattery mission, Emelia had been alternating between pacing the floor of her father's bedroom and -- when Enzo was conscious -- sitting at his side, chatting; he, of course, was still only able to talk via Morse Code, squeezing his daughter's hand in his own, but Emelia responded to him audibly, typically barely above a whisper.

Philip had left Elmhurst just before 10pm. It was now almost 2am.

Enzo had once again drifted off when a member of Elmhurst's Security Force appeared in the open doorway. He didn't speak, not wanting to possibly wake the Don, but when the Emelia caught his presence and looked to her, he said softly, "They're back, Donna. They're pulling up to the gate now."

She checked her father again and, finding him gently snoring, hurried to meet her bodyguard and his team. Emelia reached the mansion's front door just as Philip was coming through it; without any concern about propriety -- she was the Donna, he was just her bodyguard -- she threw her arms around Philip's torso and squeezed him tight, exclaiming, "I was so scared for you."

Philip held Emelia, too, not really surprised by the display of emotion. He had been her bodyguard almost from the very day he'd been discharged from the Army and had returned to serve Enzo D'Angelo. They'd once even been lovers for a short while long, long ago, though that was known to only three people in the world: Philip and Emelia, obviously, but Enzo D'Angelo as well.

"I was scared for me, too," Philip told her with a stress relieving chuckle. When Emelia pulled back to look up into his face, Philip's smile faded to present a more serious expression. "We lost Vincent Zacconi."

Emelia again pressed into her protector and oldest friend, saying, "Yes, they told me."

As his team was departing the Jackson Projects and he himself was contacting their man at Capital Mortuary, Philip had had one of his men text Emelia about the outcome. The message had been simple: Mission complete. We have him.

Emelia had immediately texted a response: Everyone okay? TRUTH.

The man at the other end of the communication had told Emelia about the loss of Vinnie, as well as the diversion of the SUV carrying their lost comrade directly to the mortuary. She'd felt selfish at the time, starting a text that demanded Philip come immediately home. But she'd deleted the words before sending the message, instead sending Good work. Tell one and all to come home safely asap.

And now, finally, Philip was with her again, and whether it looked more personal and intimate than it should have been, Emelia didn't care; she held tight to Philip's torso for the longest moment before finally backing away and asking, "And what of Marcus and his team?"

Philip took a moment to issue orders to the men who'd stepped out of the SUVs and were gathering up their gear, then turned to walk Emelia back into the mansion. He told her what he knew and admitted what he didn't. "I only spoke with Detective Cole for a moment ... when he was transferring Chief Slattery to us."

"Where is he now ... Slattery, I mean?" Emelia asked. "He's alive, obviously, but where is he and who has him."

"We do," Philip said as he politely steered his boss toward the home's kitchen; he was badly in need of a cup of coffee, something that was always freshly brewed in Elmhurst. "Detective Cole's medic stabilized Slattery's injury--"

"Injury?" Emelia interrupted with surprise.

"He took a bullet to the leg ... a ricochet, Cole thinks," he continued as they entered the kitchen. One of the night staff had already begun pouring mugs for both of them, asked about the needs of the rest of the team, then set about putting together food and drink for all, as Philip himself continued, "He's fine. We took him to Doc Hamilton."

Craig Hamilton, MD, was a former surgeon who now raised alpacas on a little ranch outside Capital City and who sometimes made a little extra cash taking care of D'Angelo personnel when they had medical needs best not revealed to hospitals or the authorities. Hamilton had known before the operation even began that he needed to be available, so his little exam room in his country home had been prepped for anything.

"I left six men to watch him," Philip continued, sipping at the badly needed coffee. He continued, "After we dropped Slattery at the Doc', I took Vinnie to the Mortuary. Colonna's taking care of him."

"His mother will want an open casket," Emelia said, emotion in her voice. "Is he...?"

"He was hit in the side, Donna," Philip informed her. He knew that she was concerned that maybe his face had suffered damage, making an open casket difficult or even impossible. One of the greatest insults one could pay upon an enemy in this Criminal World of theirs was to damage that enemy's face beyond repair. The Italian Families treasured their open casket funerals, as did some of the other Organizations as well. Philip finished, "He'll look like he's taking a nap."

"But he won't be, will he?" Emelia asked softly, more to herself than to Philip. To him she said, "I need to be the one who tells his mother."

"Of course, Donna," Philip responded. "I'll take you to see her later today. Right now, though, you need sleep."

She laughed, pointing out, "Says the man who's drinking coffee at 2am."

Emelia took the mug from Philip, set it aside, and turned him for the kitchen's exit, demanding, "Finish up with your people and get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be -- oh, I guess it's tomorrow already. Today's going to be a long day."

That was an understatement in the least. The City was going to explode with activity, presuming that it hadn't already, and Emelia, Philip, Marcus, and their people were going to be right in the middle of it all. She urged Philip, "Take care of your people. Anything they need. Then, get some sleep. Let's say we meet again at, what, 10am?"

"Yes, Donna," Philip agreed in a calm voice, despite knowing that he wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon. "If you will get some sleep, too. You look exhausted."

Emelia laughed aloud, saying, "That's just what a girl wants to hear, thank you."

She hugged him again tightly, expressed her joy that he was safe once again as well, then separated from him to return to her father's bedroom. The night nurse reported that he was conscious again, and Emelia told him about the success of the mission, leaving out the loss of Vincent Zacconi for now.

Then, pulling back the top bedspread, Emelia crawled into her father's bed to lay close to him, something she'd been doing nearly every night since his stroke. She petted his head as she whispered a song in Italian that her mother had taught her when she was a little girl ... and somewhere, sometime, Emelia slipped off into slumber.

 

[Gabe619]

Devon and Jennifer:

McCauley had been putting away the comm gear he had borrowed to keep in touch with Cole and Phillips teams during the operation. He was starting to feel tired, it was getting late and he was having more and more trouble ignoring the fact he was getting old, not that he would ever admit that to any of the team. He finally got the case squared away and stretched his back, feeling the kinks click. It was cold down here in the concrete garage, the white lighting making it feel more so. He was about to slam the SUV door when he heard the stairwell door slam instead. he glanced over to see Jennifer walking toward with with a smile and a determined expression.

Before he could say anything she was in the car watching him as her fingers went to her pants and started to undo them. His eyes widened as he quickly looked up at the CCTV camera situated on the concrete pillars of the garage. The last thing he needed was Mephisto watching Jen get naked for him. But as he looked the little red lights which indicated the cameras were active blinked off. He turned as he caught the last of her words, see the jeans being kicked off to reveal her panties and her smooth toned legs.

"If I'm interested?!" He asked with a wolfish grin. "Try and stop me little lady."

All his previous tiredness was gone, he felt like he had been given a second wind somehow and he jumped up into the car pulling the door shut just in case Mephisto decided he wanted to record what happened for prosperity. He took her in his arms, carefully, and kissed her warm lips as he slipped a hand between her thigh. This was it, after everything that had been put in their way after she had been shot, after putting things off for so long, after merely enjoying make out sessions and snuggles, this would be their first real sex. His fingers felt the heat of her crotch, a slight wetness already, she must have been eager to go indeed he thought. Though the uncomfortable lump in his own jeans told him he wasn't far behind her.

He parted their lips softly to look into her beautiful eyes, stroking the side of her face, her hair, then winking as he grabbed her panties and started to pull them off. He wasn't waiting any longer to see what he had wanted to see for so long. As they hit the carpeted floor of the car he parted her legs and licked his lips before lowering his head and slowly, softly, kissing up her legs, her thighs, moving from one leg to the other, outer then inner thighs until finally with a low growl of need his lips touched her pussy and kissed it, he then kissed her clit as if claiming them as his, before his tongue flicked out and teased her swollen lips, his fingers stroking her thighs.

 

[Gabe619]

Belinda and Cole:
"Whumph?" Cole managed as he finally managed to find his phone on his belt, bring to his mouth and push the green accept call button. His eyes were still closed and he wasn't a happy camper to finally have gotten to bed only for his phone to start ringing. His voice was slurred, and he licked his lips, swallowing in a dry throat and tried again. "What?"

"Is this you ... did you do this?" Belinda voice asked in his ear.

"Do what?" His brain was fighting the fact that his body wanted it to wake up. Rubbing his face with a groan Marcus rolled to his back and opened his eyes, at least the room was still dark, that helped. He waited for the synapses to fire up and finally he managed two and two. "You mean the Jackson Projects?"

Fuck, just asking that would have pretty much answered the reporters question for her. He blinked hard and scratched his head hard to try and accomplish what normally needed two mugs of coffee, wakefulness.

"Belinda, do not attach the Untouchables to that, ok? If you do we are over. I will meet you at your apartment in ..." He checked his watch. "Give me an hour, I need to talk to some people. As you know this isn't just about me."

He didn't want her to know about Emelia, so hopefully she would simply assume he was touching base with Shovelli and Governor Harker. Of course Marcus didn't know that Belinda and Shovelli were doing the horizontal rumba together on the ADA's bed.

"Don't talk to anyone else till I see you." And he hung up. "Fuck, I just need a few hours of sleep." He whined to the empty darkness before swinging his legs off the bed and standing up.

Hal hour later after a quick shower and change of clothes he was on his way to Belinda Carmichael's apartment. As he drove he called Emelia to bring her up to speed on the reporter and what she wanted him to tell Belinda. What had happened at the Projects impacted the D'Angelos much more than the Untouchables, he wanted to make sure he and Emelia were on the same page before he spoke to a reporter, even his own pet reporter.

 

[PennySaver]

Belinda and Cole:

"Is this you?" Belinda asked Marcus about his his possible involvement in tonight's excitement. "Did you do this?"

"Do what?" he asked. Even with just two words, his exhaustion revealed itself. "You mean the Jackson Projects?"

Belinda clenched a fist in the air before her, knowing she'd hit the nail on the head. "Yes, the shootout at the JP. Is this the Untouchables?" She got more official, asking, "The Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime."

"Belinda, do not attach the Untouchables to that, ok?" he said, still sounding tired but now firm as well. He verified that with, "If you do, we are over."

"I won't," she said even before she'd considered her answer. "I won't write anything you don't approve first."

Belinda knew that a story about the Untouchables hitting the Projects would be big, whether it was about drugs interdiction or weapons confiscation or whatever. She hadn't considered that this might involve Slattery, though. Why would she? She knew that the Narcotics Chief had escaped the Justice Center's detention center, but there was a big gap between that and a gunfight in the Jackson Projects.

"I will meet you at your apartment in ... give me an hour," Marcus told her. "I need to talk to some people. As you know this isn't just about me."

Again, Belinda Carmichael silently pumped a fist before her. Her initial excitement was about getting more on the story, whatever the story was. The Pier 4 Drug Seizure had been big; the Draper Family Capo-strations had been bigger; but this ... this was huge!

Belinda had had sources across the city before she'd become a reporter for Channel 4, all in the hopes of one day coming across a story that would advance her career from being the Weekend Weather Girl. That was how she'd learned about the attack at the docks.

Since then, she'd developed even more sources, and what they'd told her tonight was that this was no simple gang war. And she was on the inside track with Marcus Cole, whether it was the Untouchables or not didn't matter because he would know what was happening.

"Don't talk to anyone else till I see you," he told her before hanging up.

She'd been taking and making calls and text messages while bouncing around her apartment in a copped tee and comfortable pair of gym shorts. She stripped down to her skin to take a quick shower, catching a view of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

Belinda was no stranger to the sight of her body, nor to the delight of admiring it. Hers was sleek and sexy, and she knew that. She didn't like to admit it, but her career had gotten as far as it had more because of her body than her mind. She hated that fact, but if she'd been 5 foot tall and around with the face of a poppyseed muffin, she would have hated where her career had been then, too.

Her initial excitement about Marcus coming to her place began to shift from what he was going to tell her to what he could possibly do to and with her delicious body. Marcus Cole was a fine looking man, and Belinda had had her share of fantasies about the man.

As she stepped into the shower, Belinda smiled at the memory of her last lover. Marcus was the reason Belinda had connected professionally with ADA Laura Shovelli. Of course, it had been Belinda's body and flirting that had led the Attorney to her bed.

As she ran the bar of soap over her body, Belinda wondered whether or not her body and flirting could lead the Detective to her bed, too. She smiled, telling herself confidently, Oh, yeah. No doubt. She laughed.

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Belinda was surprised when the knock came on her door. Marcus had told her 30 minutes, but she really hadn't expected him to be there for another 20 or more at least. She'd pulled her long hair back into a very loose braid and contemplated doing up her face, only to decide that she looked fine; Belinda had a near perfect complexion and really only ever painted her face when she was going out on the town or in front of the camera.

She hadn't had time to select an outfit, let alone don it, so when she answered the door, Belinda was wearing nothing more than a thick, white towel; it reached down to just past her firm, tight ass cheeks and was wrapped so tightly about her torso that it created cleavage as if a pushup bra.

"You're early, Detective," were her first words as she smiled to Marcus and gave him a conspicuous up and down survey. She turned and headed for her bedroom, saying over her shoulder, "Come in ... make yourself at home." She pointed as she continued, "There's booze over there if you need a drink ... or you can press the power button on the coffee pot in the kitchen, it's ready to go."

Belinda threw the bedroom door behind her after she passed through it, but it didn't go fully closed. She dropped the towel as she began recapping what her sources had told her thus far. She moved quickly to and from her closet and her dresser, which were strangely on opposite sides of the bedroom, meaning she passed by the foot wide gap in the door once in the nude, once in her panties, and again in her panties and bra.

Eventually, Belinda emerged, wearing a cropped tee that showed off her smooth belly and gym shorts that showed off her long legs. It was obvious that she took good care of herself; Belinda ran 6 miles every morning and visited the Studio's gym twice a day even when she wasn't scheduled to be on the air. (That was mostly because it saved her thousands of dollars a year in fees for a full-service gym.)

She padded barefoot closely past Marcus, smiling broadly as she asked, "Can I make you anything...? I'm great in the kitchen."

She smiled even wider, thinking I'm great every where. Maybe you'll get a chance to learn that.

 

[PennySaver]

Devon and Jennifer in the parking garage:

"If I'm interested?!" Devon asked when Jennifer asked if he wanted to get naked with her. "Try and stop me little lady."

In no time at all, the two were on the spacious SUV's carpeted floor with the old former cop's mouth on the rookie cop's pussy. Her body tensed at the feel of Devon's tongue finding her clit, exclaiming, "Jesus!"

Her back arched and she pulled his head firmly down between her thighs, already writhing. She lifted her feet from the vehicle's floor, dropping them between Devon's upper arms and his chest. She was encompassing him, wanting him as close to her as possible.

Jennifer was in love with Devon, not just in lust. Yeah, sure, they barely knew each other, especially when compared to his relationship with his long-dead wife. But she knew. She knew what she wanted ... who she wanted. If she hadn't been sure, she wouldn't be here on the floor of a car with her knees in the air.

Devon was incredible at what he was doing to her. Most men thought they could eat pussy, but her experience had showed her that that wasn't always true. She hadn't had that many lovers when compared to other women her age; Lord knows, her count followed Kitty's by leaps and bounds.

She was already feeling great relief that Devon knew what he was doing down there. One of her greatest fears dating clear back to her teens had been falling in love with a guy who needed a seeing eye dog to find his way around her pussy.

 

[Gabe619]

Devon and Jennifer in the parking garage:

It was hardly the most romantic of locations to make love he supposed. Devon had harbored thoughts of taking Jennifer out on an expensive date, wining and dining her before heading back to his house to spend the night in each others arms. He supposed though that after the operation adrenaline was running high and she needed to burn off the excess energy, and who was he to complain? He paused on his exploration of her pussy with his tongue and lips to move to exploring it with his fingers. He pulled back a little, the dull light from the car's interior bulb hardly enough to show him what he wanted to see, but he had time, a lot of time he hoped, to go over Jennifer's body in more detail at a later date. His fingertips delicately traced her now wet pussy lips as he cocked his head as if he were admiring the most beautiful rose. The fingers lightly touched on her clit, caressing it in small circles for a moment before moving on. He stroked her warm smooth inner thighs as he just looked at her pussy, then realised this must seem really weird to the young girl. He looked up, smiling in token embarrassment.

"Sorry, its just ... you're so beautiful. All of you, Jen, inside and out. I just like looking at you is all."

His hands moved to her slim hips, then around her to cup her firm round ass, squeezing, two fingertips exploring between those cheeks for a moment, before they slipped up her back under the shirt feeling the toned muscles under her smooth skin. He gently, oh so very, very gently, brought those hand around, still under the shirt, to cup her breasts. He didn't need to see them and he thought she felt a little self conscious about their condition despite having flashed them at him in the hospital, but he did want to feel them. He put no weight on her chest, no pressure at all, simply closed his eyes and caressed the skin, feeling their shape, firmness, how well they fit in his hand, the size of the nipples, the texture of her areola before bring his hands back down her smooth taut belly and finally opening his eyes. He wanted to say he loved her, he felt the words in his throat, they wanted out, but a part of him, a small, slowly diminishing part, made him feel like he was betraying his wife if he said what he felt, so instead he smiled again and begun to strip.

Devon McCauley was in his 50's, but he was not running to fat, not yet at least. He had taken great pride in his athletic ability during high school and through the Academy and on into his time as a police officer and detective. After he left the Force he kept up his exercise regime. It was the only part of his past life he kept alive. Staying in shape was a point of pride. He jogged nearly every day, he visited a local gym two to three times a week and he had taken up boxing at the Academy and kept up his moves even to this day. So as his shirt came off Jennifer would see a sculptured physique, perhaps not as defined as Cole's, and certainly with brown and grey hairs covering it in places (though he was certainly no gorilla in the body hair department), but toned and firm. His dark, piercing eyes were locked to Jennifer's and she would see many scars on his arms, chest and upper body, front and back. A roll call of near misses from his time behind the badge.

Next he quickly undid his belt, popped the button and unzipped, skimming his jeans and boxers down and off, kicking his shoes off too and finally he was naked, naked with the girl of his dreams. His 7" cock was hard, slightly curved upward, cut with a larger than normal mushroom head with its shiny purplish skin looking so smooth right now. The hair around it and his balls was sparse, mostly because he tried to keep it trimmed or shaved, especially in summer months. He paused now, on display to Jennifer, a twinge of nerves shot through him. He hadn't considered till now that this young sex bomb might suddenly have second thoughts upon seeing his body. He glanced down at himself, his cock waving hello at the beautiful blonde before it.

"Not as young as I used to be." He shrugged.

 

[Gabe619]

Belinda and Marcus:

The traffic had been good to him so Marcus arrived at Belinda's in good time, but finding her opening the door in nothing but a bath towel was still a surprise, if a pleasant one. She seemed totally fine with it though as she looked him over with a smile, then turned her back to head for her bedroom pointing out refreshments as she went. Cole closed the door watching her leggy form sway into the bedroom. She looked as good from the back as she had from the front he decided, one of the great things about sexy women, they looked as good walking away from you as they walking toward you. Normally he would have gone for the coffee, but after the night he had just had he felt he deserved a whiskey and moved to make himself one. He would of asked Belinda if she wanted one too but the sounds from the bedroom would probably mute his voice he decided glancing at the door ... then glancing again.

He moved a little closer and off to one side making the gap between the frame and door easier to see in as he sipped his drink, smiling as he watched her naked form walk across the opening, then vanish, then reappear in just skimpy panties and finally a matching bra and panty set. Well, Marcus considered, his night was looking up even if he did feel tired. When she finally appeared fully clothed, if you could call a skintight pair of gym shorts and a cropped tea he couldn't help letting his eyes track over her from her hair to her toes. Damn, she had legs that just wouldn't quit! He almost choked on his whiskey as she commented how good she was in the kitchen.

"I'm sure you're good everywhere." He said without thinking, wiping some whiskey off his chin where it had dribbled a little. He moved to the couch and gratefully lowered himself into it as he watched her. "So, tell me what exactly you want to know and if I can help you I will."

After talking to Emelia they had come to the decision that he should base his answers to Belinda on what she asked, not offering anything up freely, just giving her enough to get by with and if some white lies were needed, well ... it was business, not personal. And he certainly wouldn't do anything to hurt Belinda career. He needed her to be on his side and he needed people, the public especially, believing what she told them. If she were caught in a lie then her honesty would be questioned.

 

[PennySaver]

Devon and Jennifer in the garage:

Jennifer had been writhing about at what the former police officer was doing to her between her legs ... and then, he ceased doing it. She looked down between the mounds still hidden in her tee shirt to conceal the lingering bruises to find Devon exploring; his hands were caressing themselves all about her body, from back to front, low to high, while his eyes took in the view of her pussy while her knees were widely separated.

She couldn't help but smile, for two very different reasons. The first was that his touch felt so good, so gentle, so skilled; he knew her breasts were still a bit tender and yet -- when she twitched at one particular shot of pain in her left tit -- he quickly eased his cupping of her and caressed her instead. And second -- and this was the biggest reason for her expression -- as he eyed her womanhood, he had the look of a teenage boy who had never seen one live before.

After a bit, he looked up into Jennifer's eyes and -- almost as if he'd been reading her mind -- said, "Sorry, its just ... you're so beautiful. All of you, Jen, inside and out. I just like looking at you is all."

Jennifer had been enjoying the pleasure Devon had been causing her with his mouth on her pussy, but she was becoming desperate to cause him pleasure as well. She released the grip of her legs around his shoulders and urged him to come up to her, whispering, "Take your clothes off."

He did exactly that, and when he was even more naked than her, Devon shrugged and confessed, "Not as young as I used to be."

"That's good," Jennifer said as she lifted enough to kiss him on the lips before laying back again. Then, with a soft but sincere tone, she said, "Because if you were ... you'd still be married."

Jennifer studied Devon's reaction for just the shortest of moments, took his face into her hands, and said in that same sincere voice, "I'm not your wife, Devon. I know you've had thoughts of her recently ... while with me ... maybe even now. If you weren't ... if you hadn't ... I'd be very disappointed. You loved her ... and I'm sure she loved you. She was an important part of your life and you of hers."

She hesitated just a moment to kiss Devon softly again before saying, "I don't want you to ever forget her. I don't want you ever to stop thinking of her. Those memories..."

Again, Jennifer hesitated, then said, "Keep those memories in your heart ... share them with me when you need to ... want to ... but now ... right now ... it's time to begin creating new memories, Devon ... because I'm falling in love with you ... and I'm hoping that you are falling in love with me, too."

 

[PennySaver]

Belinda and Marcus:

She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes took a walk up and down her body. Belinda might have been offended if it weren't for the fact that she'd selected this particular set of clothes because she knew it would draw his ogles ... and, of course, because she liked having men -- and women -- take their eyes for a walk up and down her body.

When she made her comment about being good in the kitchen, Marcus responded almost immediately, "I'm sure you're good everywhere."

She giggled almost as quickly as he'd spoken the words, giving him a flirty glance back over her shoulder. Belinda announced, "I'm making you some scrambled eggs. You look like a man who likes scrambled eggs ... and toast ... and maybe sausage."

Belinda knew her way around a kitchen; her comment about it hadn't actually been meant to sound suggestive, though, she was tickled pink that Marcus had taken it that way. She went to work pulling out food, firing up the gas stove, and retrieving the appropriate cookware. Hoping that Marcus might be around for a while, she reached out to turn on the coffee pot, too.

"So, tell me what exactly you want to know," Marcus began the work portion of their time together, finishing, "and if I can help you I will."

"Who was it that attacked the 44s," she asked without hesitation. Belinda had never actually heard of the street gang known as the 44s until tonight, but she did her best to act as though she was very familiar with them now. "The 44s control Building 12 in the Jackson Projects. My sources tell me they cook meth there, run heroine out of the building across a dozen blocks or more ... prostitution, gambling ... typical gang activity."

What she was describing, if it had been on a larger scale across more territory, could have been used to describe the D'Angelos, too. Of course, Belinda had no idea -- yet -- that Emelia and her Crime Family were involved with either this event or with Marcus and the Untouchables. Maybe someday she'd learn the truth. Maybe she'd learn tonight.

"So, who attacked them?" she asked again, adding quickly, "Was it the Untouchables? And if the answer is yes, why?"

She dropped a large pat of real butter down into the already hot cast iron skillet. Belinda began cracking eggs into a bowl as she looked back to Marcus, waiting anxiously for an answer that would make her morning news report sizzle like the butter dancing about before her.

 

[Gabe619]

Devon and Jennifer in the garage:

Jennifer's talk of his wife, Stephanie, gave Devon confused emotions. Being here, now, like this with Jennifer felt incredible, as if she was reigniting a part of him long dead and gone. But she was right, he would never forget Stephanie, or his daughter Angela, or his love for them both. But what he felt for this young woman was equally as bright and warm inside him. He knew he was falling in love with Jennifer even as she said the same about him. That old cliched saying about love at first sight? He had experienced it twice in his 55 years on this planet and both times with incredible women. The second he had laid eyes on Stephanie after pulling her over he had felt something, like a spark. He remembered how he had smiled watching her fumble for her insurance and driving license, she had been so scared, so worried and yet she had been so beautiful. He had put his pad away and given her a warning. He had done the same the next three times until finally they had gone on a date. Though he had always insisted he drive whenever they went anywhere together.

But Jennifer was right, it was time to make create new memories and love again. He knew wherever Steph was se would want him happy, and would probably have kicked his butt for closing himself away from the world all this time. Only now, with this quest for justice had he finally emerged, like a grouchy bear from hibernation, blinking in the light of Jen's love. Her comment about it being good he was older otherwise he would be married made him smile and a flicker of an image of Jen in a beautiful white wedding dress walking up the aisle toward him flashed through his mind. Way, way to soon for such dreams, McCauley he told himself. he realised as he had considered all of this she had been waiting for some reply to her words, some reaction rather than his probably blank expression. He smiled and cupped her face in his big. calloused hand.

"I think I am falling in love with you too, Gunner."

 

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Belinda and Marcus:
Cole didn't protest to her stated goal of making him breakfast, his stomach growled to tell him to shut the hell up and let the girl do her thing. It did give him ample opportunity to watch her slim body dance around the kitchen, those tight shorts giving him a perfect view of her ass as it swayed and moved, the tight top he swore showed her nipples poking through and he wondered if she was just cold of is she was aroused by his presence. He smiled slightly as he continued to admire her form hoping it was the latter.

"So, who attacked them?" she asked again, adding quickly, "Was it the Untouchables? And if the answer is yes, why?"

Here it was, the Question. He scowled slightly at Emelia dropping this on him, telling him she would support whatever he told their pet reporter, but that didn't help him come up with a smooth answer Belinda would buy, or one that would make him feel better for lying to the young girl.

"It wasn't an official Untouchables operation." He began, hedging from the get-go. "The Governor and ADA Shovelli wouldn't have been pleased if we went in there and started a war." That at least was true. "As far as I know right now it sounds like a drug war, someone wasn't happy the 44's were cooking up meth and god knows what else down in those tunnels." Also true. Marcus, Emelia, Phillip, everyone connected with the raid were unhappy at what the gangs were doing under the Projects. "It could of been the Columbians, they wouldn't take kindly to their drug profits being dented by the gangs and they would certainly have the hardware that is reported to have been used in the raid. All I can tell you for certain it that investigations are under way, that we think they might have brought in a professional kill squad to send a message. The body count, so far, is over a dozen gang members dead, probably many more injured though I doubt they will turn up at a hospital."

Of course Belinda might wonder how Marcus could possibly have such a defined body count soon after the attack and before the police had even started investigating, but he was tired and his brain wasn't operating at the usual fine cutting edge it was used to. Also the whiskey was making him feel warmer and happier.

 

[PennySaver]

Devon and Jennifer in the garage:

"I think I am falling in love with you too, Gunner."

Jennifer smiled at both his statement and his nickname for her. He was the only one that called her that. She liked that he was the only one, to be honest. She pulled at him to come closer, but then said, "Wait. We can't do this."

She thought maybe she saw confusion or disappointment in his face and laughed. "No! I didn't mean we can't do this."

Jennifer made a gesture toward their bodies, making it clear that she was talking about sex. She gestured toward her chest and clarified, "I mean we can't do this like this ... down here, with you on top of me."

She manhandled Devon the best she could to get him up, nodding her head toward the bench seat and saying, "Sit there."

Once he was in the seat, Jennifer finished stripping his shoes, socks, and pants from where they'd bunched up around his calves. She took a moment to admire him in the low illumination of the parking garage's scattered lights. Smiling, she said, "You still look good, Old Man."

Jennifer rose and crawled into Devon's lap. She reached one hand to his erection and the other to the top of the seat behind him. She used the latter to pull herself closer to him, her legs spreading wide, and used the former to position his bulbous head at her wetness.

She smiled wide as she began lowering herself, asking in whisper, "You ready for this?"