Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 06:33:00 -0700 (PDT) From: drake angel Subject: Exodus Whiskey Chapter Four - Red Tag Exodus Whiskey This is a fictional story set in the not too distant future. No intended parallels have been drawn or inferred between characters in this story and any one living or dead. The story deals with such situations as love between two young boys, sexual arousal and some sexually explicit content. Read at your discretion, follow the rules of your country and locality. Please do send me feedback if you like this story, or if you have any comments you would like to make. My email id is drakeangel1719@yahoo.com Chapter Four: The Red Tag 2400 miles away, across a stormy, icy sea, an old man, awake from a restless sleep at 2AM. It was dark outside, but he could hear the howling, almost shrieking cries of the wind as it battered the cliffs what separated his beautiful English country home from the furies of the vengeful North Atlantic. His wife of forty years stirred slightly in her sleep, mumbling something he did not understand. Careful not to wake her, he got up from bed and found his way, gently, to the bathroom across the hallway. He tried to relieve himself, but his efforts were in vain. He felt a burning hot pain seep up from his privates, and winced. In his private study, awaiting the next pang of pain, he sat gingerly in a tall armchair, with a glass of cold water, his eyes, moist from the exertion. His laptop gently emitted a soft, high pitched beep every few seconds. He put on his glasses and logged in, and found an email awaiting his attention. From: ate@motr.gov SUB: Client ICAKU233145 SYSTEM STATUS: HOMP 10+ SYSTEM STATUS: ANRC 8+ REQ IMM ATT Attachments: 1 attachment, ICAKU233145_Log.pdf He squinted through his glasses to find the switch to his table lamp, and turned in on. In the warm glow his racks of books and tomes felt comforting. Before he opened the file to study the case, he paused a moment, his pain returning ever so slightly, and then with steely resolve decided to get on with his work at hand. Several hours later, the sun was still hidden by grey clouds that thundered and raged over the coastline of Maine. Dorothy was up and about, and he came and sat by his side, with two cups of coffee. He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then pointed to his laptop. "Who is it?", she asked. "Classic case", he replied, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Schoolboy, possibly 15 or 16 years of age judging from his language skills. Homosexual tendencies, several emails with friends about independent exploration, subscription to several mailing lists from high risk websites, and most damning of all, on two separate occasions googled up a particular place where civil unrest subsequently occurred within a period of 24 hours. You know the type, Dora." She looked at him, smiling, as she pulled her grey sweater tighter around her. "Edward, we have spoken many times about this new found impulsiveness of yours. Have you read through all his emails and text messages?" "Yes, I have Dora. This is not an impulsive decision. I have been sitting here and sifting through his entire history these past few hours. I woke early." "Let's have breakfast, and then go out for a walk. I want to go to the market for some supplies, and we do have a lunch with the Craigs today. Perhaps a more thoughtful decision may come to you towards evening?" He smiled, and pulled his wife closer to him. "Dora, I know I confide in you completely, but surely, you can't suggest that I don't know my job." "The lord has taught us to have compassion and mercy, and I want you to think about what may happen to a child's future, if you issue a red tag order." "He is not a child my dear, not if childhood be measured by innocence of action and thought. Look at these my dear", he said, pointing to some lines of text exchanged between Tashu and Inna from several months ago. Dora read silently, and then, looked away for a long while. Then she stood up and walked away to the window over looking the sea. Edward typed: From: edw_ag@hflexpedite.com SUB: RE: Client ICAKU233145 Classify: RED TAG.