Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2021 06:47:11 -0700 From: Boris Chen Subject: Response Team Chapter 1 (Revised) Rapid Response Team is a fictional story written by Boris B. Chen. This story is copyrighted by Boris B. Chen, 2021. All Rights Reserved. Draft version. I appreciate all comments and suggestions from readers. Contact me at borischenaz gmail I especially appreciate emails from readers with reports of errors you find in continuity, grammar, missing words, errors of tense, comments, suggestions, etc. Please understand some license has been taken with our language to convey how these people spoke and thought. This story is a work in progress, when completed this will be removed from Nifty and become available on Amazon in ebook format. If you like this story you might want to come back and re-read it after a few months as original chapters will likely be replaced with better versions. Please note, this book is written for adult readers that are not sensitive or easily offended. This story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and masturbation and professional soldiers performing military actions against criminals and terrorists. If you are a sensitive person you should not read any of my books. So what's this book about? Rapid Response Team is narrated by a young man that worked for the Department of Defense (DOD) with his husband. They met at college and fell in love and got married years later before starting US Navy Seal School at Great Lakes Naval Training Center at North Chicago, Illinois. They became part of an elite response team that was on call to disrupt acts of terror or significant crime before civilians were killed or property damaged. Very few people in the USA realized that certain types of buildings were more likely to become targets of international terrorists. Years after 9/11 many likely targets had been modified so secret military squads could gain rapid-secret access to parts of the building to counter attack terrorists before they realized their plans had been foiled. This book is about one of those teams, the only one made up of two well educated gay men. They utilized highly advanced secret military weapons to disable terrorists before they achieved success. And work they returned to quiet lives in suburban Texas waiting for the next call. Their existence and operation was a government secret, few agencies knew of them or how they operated. They never took credit for successful operations in the media but were often rewarded with cash rewards. Characters: David Larsen: 29 years old, born in Texas City, Texas. David earned a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering and graduated with the 2011 Navy Seal class, the first to complete the course as a civilian. He is a masculine gay man in top physical condition. 5'11" 158 lbs. Brown/brown. David is outgoing and friendly but always on guard near strangers. His interests include: NFL football, ATV riding, camping, outdoors, music, running, miniature golf, and gardening. One of his goals in life is to write a book on miniature golf course design. Many people say David resembled singer Chris Isaac back in the early 1990s. Ryan Malone: 30 years old, born in southern Houston, Texas. With a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering Ryan he graduated from Navy Seal School in 2011, second civilian to complete the course. He is a masculine gay man in excellent physical condition. 5'10" 141 lbs. Brown/blue. Ryan is quiet and fun loving and likes being outdoors. Interests: NFL football, photography, drone stunt flying, running, music, camping, and cooking. Friends told Ryan his body resembled German actor David Kross in the 2008 movie The Reader, but not in the face. They said he shrank a lot after completing Seal School. Rudolpho Acosta: 20 year old male, born in Durango, Mexico (2001), hiked across the US border at age 14 by following a line of people that paid the coyote for safe passage. He had outstanding felony arrest warrants (Texas, Arizona, California) for theft and drug sales. Rudy was 6' tall, slender. Rudy was very attractive, but in the face he looked much younger. If Rudy wasn't so tall he could easily pass for an eighth grade student. Rudy had surgery for sinus cancer and had a very narrow vertical surgical scar that ran from his hairline across the center of his forehead, between his eyebrows, along the left side of his nose and stopped at the edge of his upper lip. The Rudy character is loosely based on an actual person, an actual criminal. Morris Johnson: Is a 52 year old with dark skinned Caribbean descended man, married with three grown children. He graduated from Georgia Tech with a Masters in math and another in accounting. His wife is a military dentist and MD. Morris is 6'2" slender and athletic. Many people said he looked like the movie character Miles Dyson from the movie: Terminator-2 Judgment Day. Chapter 1. My husband and I were part of an elite military-type response team deployed to protect the United States from specific types of terrorist acts. We were sworn to secrecy but I can legally say there were a lot of high value facilities (likely targets of terrorism) around the USA that had been quietly modified to allow defense forces to enter undetected. One of the problems many terrorists had was they were often technically unsophisticated and unprepared for the technology governments could utilize to track them. One of the most common spy systems used were ordinary cell phones. Most cell phones made after the first iPhone (2007) were easily accessed by our agency to spy on anyone, anywhere on the planet. We could also access most IOT devices anywhere on the Earth. What about us? We lived in a nice (2,000sq ft) home built in 1961 in north-east El Paso, Texas. It's the only house in the area with a full concrete basement. We had a two car garage, three bedrooms, and two 1/2 baths. The central part of the house (kitchen, dining, and living room) was an open plan with doors that opened to the back yard, which was a lush pleasure garden. Our front yard was mostly decorative stone, trees, and cactus. Front yard maintenance was mostly done with a pump sprayer of week killer, it's the ideal lazy man's yard. But its drought friendly and survived snow in the winter and 111 degrees in the summer. We picked the neighborhood due to its proximity to major surface streets and the distance from the airports. ---- What about us? I'm Ryan Malone, I was born in 1990 in Pearland, Texas where there were more BBQ stands than churches, most people carried, and crime was non-existent. My husband David was born in Texas City in 1991. We both went to the University of Texas at Austin and majored in engineering. We were recruited by the DOD on campus. Both of us received training at a private DOD facility in southern Nevada which was where we quietly fell in love, but we met at UTA. Both of us declined job offers from the CIA and were recruited to be part of an experimental quick-response team, sort of like the Seals. Both of us went to Seal School at Great Lakes, but the entire course lasted eighteen months at nine different facilities. We did not hide or flaunt our relationship, and the DOD and Navy knew we were married, but they wanted us to form their second quick response unit. It was very different for us in Seal school because we were civilians and not under an enlistment contract like the rest of our class. It did not go over well when the school staff let it known we were married gay civilians. Most of our classmates didn't care, but two were redneck about it. Both of us were in top notch physical shape but we're not body builders or workout fanatics. David could raise some lumps on his belly but only after doing about ten minutes of vigorous sit-ups. While Seal training included up-close hand to hand combat we preferred to let technology do the dirty work for us. We got married in Chicago just before Seal training started. Our wedding was small but fun, that was ten years ago. You've probably seen video of street celebrations when Japan surrendered in 1945, lots of those images with men in white Navy uniforms were taken around downtown Chicago. Sailors liked to ride the commuter train from North Chicago to downtown Chicago to drink and party. Lots more sailors were stationed at the facility called Navy Pier near downtown Chicago. There were two aircraft carriers at Navy Pier (for carrier landing qualifications `Quals') which were also used to train sailors for combat duty on real aircraft carriers on the Pacific. It was a six block walk from Navy Pier to the best night clubs in Chicago in the 1940s. Like I said it was eighteen months of tough, painful training, lots of classroom time, and lots of torture in dreadful weather. We even spent four nights in a snake, alligator, and malaria infested swamp in south Florida. All that was years ago and I'm glad we got the chance to complete the course. I hated it the first few weeks but grew to like it and the school. We had some problems with a couple of our classmates but we handled those quickly and quietly. Each time we went to a different training facility it usually started up again and we always handled it our way, always with one respectful verbal warning. I am pleased to report that nobody died during our discussions about preferences. We were invited to attend the graduation ceremony at Great Lakes but were whisked away by DOD and taken directly back to their school in far southern Nevada for four more weeks of weapons training to cover the gear in our black case. We also had extensive training in visual aircraft recognition, drone design and operation, shoulder fired weapons, and chemical weapons. A prototype of one of our weapons was described in Popular Mechanics ten years ago, but the story contained mostly inaccurate information. I cannot say how far or how fast, but the design concept wasn't new. I can say it was a telescoping tube that was a shoulder fired, self-guided smart weapon that fired a round a bit larger than a paper towel roll tube. If you had one and were in a small fishing boat on the Atlantic Ocean and aimed it at the Bismarck when you were just barely able to see it on the horizon, if it gave you the tracking recognition tone and you fired, within three minutes the Bismarck would have disappeared from the surface. It used an extremely high energy device that disintegrated anything within a certain distance of the center of the blast. It's like an M72 LAWS Rocket (but much smaller) with the speed and range of the Sidewinder and the punch of a nuclear warhead. And it's stores in less space than a six inch submarine sandwich. We finished Seal School and DOD school about seven years ago but we're constantly receiving training about upcoming weapons and terror situations around the world that could impact targets within the USA. ---- At home David engineered his garden, he grew veggies for us, but it was tricky due to the desert weather, so our entire back yard was shaded by an adjustable cover suspended ten feet up. It could be changed from full shade to no shade. We needed to keep some plants from overheating in the afternoon sun. Since our employer frequently used drones to spy on the USA we also used it to keep our back yard from being photographed from above, which I am positive they had already attempted. Despite the cover there are plenty of angles people could peer into our back yard if they wanted. If someone put a ten foot ladder on the roof of the house across the street from us they could probably see most of our back yard, but to a passing recon satellite our yard looked like vegetation except for when David laid out naked to sunbathe. Around the perimeter of our yard was a very complex four hole mini golf course that I designed for David, it used hydraulics to vary the course so even though its only four holes each time we played it was different. It was somewhat like playing mini golf on a ship at sea. The longest hole was an eighteen yard, par-5 due to the layout. We also had a very nice Traeger pellet smoker in the back yard, several recliners, a massage table, and a nice dining area near the patio doors. David loved to smoke pork ribs and I loved to devour his meat. We both loved cooking, eating, and music. And our long term plans were to retire (at age 47) from the DOD and start a music store. ---- The alarm went off at 9:23pm. My husband and I were in bed after a two hour session on the basement floor. Yes, tonight was our designated date night, but we knew we were also on-call. I am happy to say that since we started this job we've never been alerted during sex. We went to bed afterward and were both asleep when the alarm sounded on the kitchen counter. Contact the author: borischenaz gmail