ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 128 – A Matter of Life and Death
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Adrian Johnson: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Aiden McIntyre-Worthington: Son of Liam McIntyre and Adopted son of Luke Worthington
Alex Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance
Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)
Ariel "Ari" Rebel: General, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)
Ariel Rebel Jr. aka JR: Son of Jacob Leib
Beauty Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, Ret., U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Bob Jones: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Fort Connor Adjutant
Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto
Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann
Connor McLain: Six Star General of the Armies – Administration Alpha Zulu 69
Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)
Dale Gordon Longdick Allman: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Date Masamune: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
David & Donald Worthington: Adopted sons of T&T Worthington
David Leib: Five Star General, Israeli Defense Force – Adopted son of Ari Rebel
David Winter-Jansson: Son of Oliver Winter and Viktor Janson
Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor
Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Duke Stone III: Five Star General of the Army U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
Dwight Jones: Partner of Dale Gordon Strong
Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)
George Battenberg: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)
Hachiman Kanmu, Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori
Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry
Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
Hayao Kinugasa, Major, Ret.: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori: Son of Hito Janson-Winter Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Hito Jansson-Winter: Son of David Jansson-Winter and Date Masamune
Jacob Leib: Adopted Son of Arie Rebel
Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)
James "Jimmy" Yasumori: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Partner of Hito Jansson-Winter
Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre
Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)
Jason Allman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S. Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
John Allen Masters: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of Jimmy & Hito
John Masters: Four Star General & Base Commander Fort Connor, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juan Martinez: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Juan Martinez: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Shawn Stone)
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgeon
Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)
Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman
Mason Allen: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Matsukaze Kumorigachi, Commanding General – Alpha Zulu Program in Japan
Matt Longdick Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Oliver Winter: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Randall Masters:
Six
Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randall Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Steven Stone)
Randy & Robert Masamune: Adopted sons of Hito Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Randy Adam "RA" Worthington: Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington
Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Robert Manning, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Robert Masters: Major General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu Security
Rod Jackson: Lieutenant General (3 Star), U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Rod LittleFeather: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Roger DeSoto: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Steven & Shawn Stone: Adopted sons of Dale Gordon Stone
Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)
Steven Goodman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Steven Robertson-Battenberg: Adopted son of William Robertson and George Battenberg
Sven Bjorn: Six Star General of the Armies – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)
Uri Leib: Biological son of Ari Rebel
Viktor Jannson: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson
William Robertson: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa
"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)
"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)
"George" (Name Classified): (Senior head of the Worthington Brain Trust and Top Scientist in residence)
"Tod" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of George and protectee of Alpha Zulu)
As I put on my flight suit and walked up the ladder to the cockpit of the fighter jet, I looked over to my partner in crime who was already turning green. I didn't like flying at supersonic speeds but I knew my stomach would eventually catch up with me once we landed at Edwards AFB. Connor was turning greener with every step up the ladder and a proactive pilot discretely handed him a "barf bag" to help in protecting his image in a worse case scenario.
In a short time, we were given priority landing at Edwards and a motorcade of police and secret service met us in an unmarked armored vehicle. As we sped toward the White House no one was willing to disclose to us what was happening. As the head of the Secret Service met us at the rear door to the White House he informed us the Worthingtons were in the third floor residence and that POTUS would join us as soon as possible.
A bewildered T&T had no idea of what was happening or what had happened. His sources showed everything was fine with no risk apparent. (Something was wrong somewhere!) As a stressed out POTUS entered the room he told us to sit and be comfortable. Breaking his own rule of Scotch before sundown he poured himself a double and the four of us passed on his gracious offer.
My friend, the worse event in the life of a father happened at 0400 hours this morning. My son was abducted. A team of well armed and trained mercenaries entered his school residence, killed his protection detail, severely wounded his best friend (since grade school) and then walked off with my son as a hostage. Thirty minutes ago I got a video from the kidnappers who appear to be our old friend the "biker gang"... they may be fragmented but they still exist. Their demand was simple... My son for Randy and Robert! We were all in shock. We knew this eventually was a demand from our old foe the Columbian Drug Lord.
POTUS was adamant... we don't deal with terrorist and I'd never ask any parent to trade their son(s) for mine. The FBI is good at normal abductions but these people deal with high end military tech and between the four people in this room no one out techs anything you have.
T&T broke out their laptop and ask POTUS to send them the video they have received. No matter how many VPN's they bounced the signal around Yutto would find where it originated. With your permission sir, I want to activate 100 of Alpha Zulu's finest and prepare them for an incursion once we have a game plan. POTUS advised he was one step ahead of everyone, your flying "billboard" will be landing at Fort Connor within minutes so you only need to advise your team to lock and load and board that behemoth.
We left Fort Connor with a minimal contingent of soldiers and the base on high alert with all the imps locked down in their bunker. (We would have some pissed off imps when we returned but a large supply of ice cream and hot fudge would sooth their irritated feathers.)
Again, with your permission sir, we need to have Generals Martinez and DeSoto lock down the Castle and put additional armed security on Randy and Robert. They need to be under "house arrest" until we resolve this issue.
Within 30 minutes Yutto contacted T&T with the coordinates of the IP address and T&T requested their newest satellite be directed upon these coordinates. Even POTUS was shocked the image was so clear and detailed. It showed what appeared to be one individual locked away in a room with twelve hostiles in the building and 20 providing security for the grounds around it.
This is where the training, stealth and equipment of Alpha Zulu would be put to the test. Returning a dead son to his father (even if it isn't POTUS) isn't an outcome any one in Alpha Zulu wants to happen EVER!
POTUS paced the "Sit Room" watching each individual hostile drop from the screen. Our new BullPup rifles with silencers worked as good in combat as they did in training. Finally, we were down to the final three hostiles, two guarding the door and one inside guarding the captive.
Our silencer eliminated the hostiles at the door as their brains covered the wall and their bodies slid to the floor. As we saw the location of the remaining hostile in reference to the abductee we decided to blast our way in through the three interior walls of the room and one of the entrance teams should have a clear shot to eliminate the hostile.
As the shaped charges blew major opening in all three internal walls both the captive and the hostile were dazed but the hostile still had a pistol in his hand and his other hand wrapped around his captive. As the 1st Sergeant Monster hit our captive at a full run, both he and his abductor were slammed against the floor and his gun knocked loose. Monster went with his training and his next step was to sink his fangs into the abductors flesh, tearing at all the flesh he could get in his mouth and ripping it from the abductors body.
As the abductors penis and testicles were ripped from his body, the abductors screams echoed through the building. He made his final fatal mistake of reaching for his gun and two shots from Randall's Glock 41 with .45apc hollow points left his brains splattered all over the floor and wall. There was no trial required for the abductors as none survived.
POTUS was relieved and his son was in tears. When he finally got to talk with his father he was so embarrassed telling his dad this isn't the way I wanted to tell you I am gay. How is my roomie... he isn't just my friend he is my soul mate and the man I will ask to be my partner for all eternity. I brought up Doc to join the conference call and he advised with no complication his roommate would make a complete recovery. Doc suggested having both young men transported to Fort Connor medical as both he and the chaplain had too much experience dealing with this type of trauma with young men.
POTUS ordered us to transport his son to Fort Connor and he would clear his desk and join us as quickly as possible. His roommate would be airborne in a Med-E-Vac within the hour. Talking with Doc, POTUS advised whatever help you need, equipment, personnel, specialists, surgeons, just let me know who and they'll be in the back seat of a fighter jet before their coffee gets cold.
Thanking POTUS for the offer, let's assess the injury and then formulate a game plan. Right now, the IV solution, a few units of packed red blood cells and some mild sedation seems to be working miracles. I should have a preliminary report for you by the time you reach Fort Connor.
Doc was in his paternal "fatherly" mode when he talked with POTUS's about his son. "The abductors really tore up his ass but we can repair it. I have a friend of mine who is a top notch trauma surgeon and I've asked him to assist me. What I can't repair is the damage this has done to his mind and how he now sees his future sex life. I've talked with his friend and he is greatly concerned for your son. Sex with anyone isn't going to be possible for at least 2-3 months and probably not even a good jerk off session is advised. To say your son and his friend are going to be horny is an understatement so this gives both you and them plenty of time to talk and build that friendship and trust that will last everyone the rest of their life.
What the abductors did to your son isn't sex... it is just pure violence and they paid the price for their actions. I will strongly advise both your son and his partner to have PTSD counseling with the Chaplain and you might as well add premarital counseling while the Chaplain has a captive audience.
As far as you as a father, just be honest with them. You only want the best for them and this hasn't change the feelings of love you have for your son after finding out he is gay. Trust me when I say one of the previous Presidents son had more sex in the 1st Son's bedroom than was accomplished by guests and dignitaries who were honored to spend the night in the Lincoln Bedroom.
POTUS stood quietly in the door to his sons hospital room. Thanking Doc for all he had done POTUS asked for some personal time with his son. They had much to discuss. Both POTUS and his Son had a tearful conversation and it bonded them tighter than ever and left no doubt in his sons mind he was loved and would be forever. "Just rest now, I need to talk with Doc and see what we can do to put you back together."
Knocking at Doc's office door POTUS entered and sat quietly. I'm not your Commander-in-Chief, I am the parent of that young man that wants everything possible done for him. Doc opened up and told POTUS about the constant "gang bangs" his son endured, the rectal tearing, the blood loss, the tares in his esophagus and the worse the men gave him some nasty sexual transmitted diseases. These are all repairable but it is going to take time to heal the physical injuries and even more time to heal his mental trauma. This isn't our first rodeo with abused children. Just being a patient, loving and understanding father will do much to help your son and his friend on the road to both physical and sexual health.
As POTUS asked Doc to accompany him as he wanted a frank and honest conversation with his son's "friend" and lover. POTUS calmly stated he didn't care what the two young men did that was consensual... all he wanted was for his son to have a happy life and future. Frankly asking the young man to help us and divulge the most personal part of his sex life, it will help both Doc and the Chaplain get you two back and repair both your mind and body.
How long have you two been lovers? "Since our freshman year of high school." Oral sex? "YES" Anal Sex? "NO! We were saving that for our wedding night." Thank you for being honest with us, it gives us some idea of how traumatic the events of the past 36 hours have been and a better idea of how we can heal his mind and body.
We know you want to see your friend but right now he is so sedated on medication he wouldn't even know you are in the room. As soon as we can have him conscious and comfortable we will make sure you two can have some time to discuss your lives and future.
Doc was candid with POTUS that his son still had far too much rectal bleeding and he was in contact with a trauma surgeon who he felt was the best choice to repair the damage. Hopefully, with fiber optics, if we have to open him surgically he'll be out of commission for months.
The minor tares in both his rectum and esophagus I can handle but any help you can give me to get my friend here, the sooner we do the surgery the better it will be for the patient.
A very upset surgeon walked into Doc's medical later that day seething... "Two MPs walked into my office, ordered me to grab my `go bag', I got thrown into a fighter jet and now I'm here. Someone needs to do some explaining and NOW! As POTUS joined the conversation our irate surgeon accepted the fact this was probably the most important surgery he would ever perform.
"Mr. President, how can I be of service?" Emphasizing the need for discretion as POTUS didn't want this event following his son the rest of his life. Doc commented we needed to get the bleeding under control as soon as possible. Let's run the test you need and plug the leaks. Both doctors and the father knew healing the child's physical damage was only the start of a long road to being healed.
POTUS quietly knocked at the office door of General Bjorn... requesting permission to enter he was told he never needed to ask, he was always welcome. As President, I am requesting a formal retreat at your earliest convenience. I am presenting 1st Sergeant Monster and his handler as well as Colonel Savage with a Silver Star. All of Alpha Zulu is receiving a Presidential Unit Citation. If you will give me a secure line to the Pentagon the awards and paperwork will be in your morning secure mail.
A few days later a large package was also delivered to our VIP resident in medical and everyone was smiling when the box was opened to find individually wrapped "doggie treats" with the Presidential Seal on the wrappers. Monster had yet to realize the more doggie treats he eats the longer his run and his work out would be in the morning. We had to remember he was just a growing pup and one few men would ever want to meet on hostile terms.
We released Randy and Robert from house arrest at the Castle and had them flown to Washington and securely relocated in their penthouse. To say they were upset decisions had been made about their lives without giving them any consideration... well, we truly did have two pissed off kids. We simply told them our concern was for the life of the abducted child and not the ego of you two members of the brain trust. Historically, in any kidnapping situation trading anyone for a hostage usually only increases the number of hostages being held or killed.
Now go lock yourself in your bedroom and do whatever two young hot studs like you do to deal with stress management. You have a few hours before we order dinner served and I doubt if you'll turn down Marriott Prime Rib and their Raspberry Cheesecake.
Enjoy the weekend because Monday morning will find you back at Harvard with your professors wanting all your make up work done YESTERDAY!
Back at Fort Connor it was all too apparent our two injured imps were deeply in love. Every minute the medical staff wasn't running a test the two were holding hands and deeply discussing their future. It was no surprise when Doc entered the room both young imps wanted to know if it still would be possible for them to have anal sex and enjoy anal sex. Doc only smiled and commented: "YES" and "YES". "Although, after the surgery done on your ass you are going to be one tight fuck and I imagine both your ass and your partners cock is going to be mighty tender `the morning after'." (Doc couldn't believe how many shades of red two teenagers could turn from being embarrassed by his answer.)
Doc told the lovers he'd help to answer any questions about any potential sexual problem from a physical point of view but he strongly recommended counseling with the Chaplain especially PTSD and you might as well include premarital counseling while you are at it. You need to know what to expect from each other. There is more to a committed relationship than how many orgasms you can share every night.
As life started to return to normal (Well, as normal as possible considering Alpha Zulu...) Dale and Dwight asked for a formal meeting of our family and the Worthington. He wanted everyone to hear this from their mouths. T&T decided it was their turn to serve dinner after all the FREE MEALS they had mooched of late. After a wonderful Marriott dinner everyone adjourned to the Great Room to hear the revelation from two of the youngest members of the current brain trust.
"I hope all of us here remember back to when Dale and Duke did the centerfold that raised so many millions of dollars to help needy and orphaned kids. Well, Dwight and I have been approached for this year's calendar: "Beefcakes of Business". Neither one of us is ashamed of our body and if we can raise a few million dollars to help needy kids we plan to do it. But, considering our actions reflect upon more than just ourselves we felt we had to give you the opportunity to comment before we made our final commitment."
Everyone present was in agreement... "Your dads would be so proud!" There is no doubt we would make it as one of the monthly "hunks" but the big money happens if we get lucky and make the centerfold of the issue. Our dads made over $10,000,000.00 USD for charity and I sure like to think we could do as much. When Angus heard about what Dale and Dwight were doing he had a major orgasm sitting behind his desk at the Worthington Foundation. Angus really wasn't mercenary, but he saw all the good the money would do for needy children.
The list of the thirteen couples selected for the calendar was kept as secure as the nuclear launch codes. As usual, the "Allen" show hosted the grand unveiling each year and it was known as a major money winner for whatever charity was selected by the couple "baring it all". As the thirteen "BEEFCAKES" were introduced and unveiled to the public "Allen" again announced voting would be by Text Messages with each text donating $1.00 USD to the charity of the Beefcake Duo. The magazine would match every dollar donated up to one million dollars USD. The couple receiving the most donations would be asked to do a centerfold layout and that is where the "big bucks" started accumulating for the charity.
The next week it was evident the winning duo by a landslide was Dale and Dwight. Angus collapsed unconscious at his desk from the shock of how much money he would have to help children in need.
The major online auction houses donated their services again as well as the major money transfer organizations. There would be 10 signed, matted and framed copy of their centerfold posted to bid on... Reserve price of $10,000.00 USD or a "Buy it now" at $100,000.00 USD. Subscribers to the magazine would have their personal edition in the mail at the time of the auction. And, Allen's charity donated $500,000.00 USD on behalf of the BEEFCAKES centerfolds to the charity of their choice.
When the final tally was done, between the sales, auction, and Allen's charity gift the Worthington Foundation received in excess of $15,000,000.00 USD. POTUS upstaged everyone when HE presented the check on behalf of all the participating companies to the Worthington Foundation at a live feed of the Allen show.
Steven and Shawn were warned to keep their hands off the magazine copy in their fathers bedroom. If the pages start sticking together YOU WILL buy us a new copy! (Each son had a copy stuffed under the mattress of his bed as did most of the men of Alpha Zulu and all of their business associates.)
Of course, most of their friends felt the most beautiful picture in the magazine was Dale and Dwight, their naked bodies entwined while embraced in a passionate kiss with the backdrop of a lovers moon and an array of fireworks exploding overhead. Yes, these two men were in love and they had no problem announcing it to the world.
It is never a good sign with OPS announces at 0230 hours "An urgent call from Worthington Industries". T&T out of bed, at the office and on my com at this hour is never a good sign. "Good morning Generals. Sorry to intrude at this hour but as you can imagine it is of extreme importance. Are you available for a conference if we fly into Fort Connor?" "Just warn us when you are 30 minutes from landing so the coffee is hot and black!"
We will be wheels up within 15 minutes and we will have a guest which we can't tell you much about. We can confirm his security clearance is higher than SecDef and that he has a secure persona to protect him and his family. I've promised our guest one of your fantastic Fort Connor meals so warn the mess not to burn breakfast. DISCONNECT!
T&T were "wheels down" at Fort Connor and security was in shock when they processed our "guests" security card to see it was rated as "CLASSIFIED". T&T had two armed security escort their guest and we Generals were ready to get all the facts that could be shared.
As the aroma of hot fresh black coffee drew us to the mess the caffeine surged through our body and we knew it was time to start another day. As our conference room was locked to security mode T&T introduced us to "George" (The only name we would ever know him by).
George is the head of the Worthington Brain Trust and the most invaluable scientist in any program of United States Military. I can tell you George is the "father" of "Connor" (our A.I. and "ghost" of Fort Connor) so that gives you some idea of the level of work he does for our military and Worthington Industries.
Few people outside of our Brain Trust even know he exists. His wife died a few years ago and he lives with his teenage son who also has been given a security persona. His son is as much of a genius as his father. The kid is only in high school and has full ride offers from over 100 of the top schools in the country and around the world.
The only expectation his father has is for his son to enjoy life, be productive and contribute to this great country. No pressure has ever been put on his son to achieve. The kid is a "nerd" and damn proud to be one. He has few friends, definitely feels inferior... he'd rather be a football star than a star scientist. He doesn't excel at sports and really doesn't excel at much other than science and his computer. He has been in therapy for years and it seems to only be aggravating his insecurity. Lately, his father has been told there are indicators of self harm and to consider a secure psychiatric facility. I've asked George to join us here today to learn what Alpha Zulu has done in the past and how possibly we can help his son. His son will be a major factor in the security of our country and our military for years in the future. POTUS has already said whatever needs to be done... DO IT!
As George's security clearance was higher than us Generals we had no problem sharing the history of Fort Connor and what success we have had in the past helping trouble children with Angus being one of our prime accomplishments. We were careful to protect the identity of the individuals we discussed as they deserve privacy in their now adult lives.
We adjourned for flag raising and then breakfast. We asked T&T to give George a guided tour of Fort Connor as we had a quick morning staff meeting. As our staff meeting adjourned we asked Doc and the Chaplain to stay. T&T and George rejoined us and we sat down to have a discussion that would determine the future of a young man we had yet to meet.
Doc was given full access to the sons medical files and saw no problem with continuing the protocol to bring his neuro transmitters back into balance and wean him off his psych meds. The Chaplain was concerned with his lack of friends and the fact he had never dated anyone male or female. This was definitely a case of self isolation and it would be a major challenge to bring this child out of his protective cocoon.
When George was asked about his sons sexual development he was honest and upfront that as his father he never saw his son being interested in girls or guys. George was certain his son masturbated like any normal teenager but was also adamant he was a virgin.
When asked how the father felt if his son was gay George impressed us with his sincerity he only wanted his son to be happy in life and if his happiness was to be with another man they would still be a loving family.
The Chaplain informed the group the best people to sell this program to our patient are the imps. The imps are out of school next week so have T&T invite George and his son to spend some time at the Penthouse and we get Dale and Dwight to ask Steven and Shawn to spend the week down the hall in their Penthouse. Plan on a Saturday night dinner and see how the imps interact. Just make certain to have plenty of hamburgers.
Our guests stayed for lunch (T&T would never turn down a free meal) and then flew back to the business world of Worthington Industries with George feeling there may be help in returning his son to the loving kid he knows exists within his self imposed internalization.
After lunch we Generals brought up Dale and Dwight on their video coms and gave them an abridged version of the meeting we had this morning. Asking their permission to approach their sons to help us help this child they had little doubt as to the willingness of their sons to help any child in need. It wasn't that long ago they were the ones in need and a wonderful pair of fathers adopted them and gave them a loving forever family.
Steven and Shawn were shaking in their boots when ordered to report to the office of the Commanding Generals. They could only imagine they got caught doing something but what were they guilty of (this time)? There was always a long list of offenses these two pranksters pulled on the men of Alpha Zulu. At least so far none of their pranks had the repercussion of them hanging naked on the flag pole at morning flag raising.
As our pair of imps knocked quietly at the door of the Generals office requesting admittance they were somewhat relieved the Generals were happy and smiling. "Have a seat, we need your help." Explaining a simplified version of what transpired this morning we asked if the imps would help us to "sell" Alpha Zulu to George's son. The kid is a genius so we will have to soft sell this to him and have him want it. If we end up having to force it upon him it will only make Doc and the Chaplains job that much more difficult.
Without a moment of hesitant our two imps stated they would help however possible. Just let us know what to do. "First and foremost, he needs a true friend". Don't rush anything, just let him pick up bits and pieces of what life is like at Fort Connor as he kicks your ass in whatever video game you think you are so great. Accept the fate you are going down in a blaze of glory in any computer game you challenge him.
Your dads are taking the week off to spend with you at the Penthouse and T&T promises all the hamburgers you can eat for our Saturday night banquet. (I didn't know imps could smile and salivate at the same time.) Of course, they negotiated for an unlimited quantity of Coke-Cola to be added which sealed the deal.
Saturday night arrived and T&T were all smiles as they opened the door to their Penthouse and invited their guests in for the evening. T&T introduced George and his teenage son Tod. Steven and Shawn could see the obvious lack of self respect and insecure introverted nature of Tod. They had decided to just be themselves and see how the night went. After dinner the adults adjourned to the Great Room and the imps headed off to the game room with its high speed internet to blast their online opponents into electronic purgatory.
Four hours later and no sight or sound of an imp and one has to wonder what is happening. Finally, the three imps appeared and had the aura of life long buddies. Steven & Shawn invited Tod and his father for brunch as Dale and Dwight chastised them for 1) not asking for permission first and 2) failure to include T&T in the invitation. Apologizing profusely, Steven and Shawn only commented they were so excited to have someone who could really challenge their gaming abilities.
T&T accepted their apology and then Dale and Dwight added the two imps lucked out because they were just about 30 seconds from being volunteered to be the practice dummy for 1st Sergeant Monster when they got back to Fort Connor. (A combined look of fear and terror flashed upon the faces of our young imps!) Tod was now all curious about Fort Connor and who is this 1st Sergeant Monster. (We'll tell you all about him tomorrow.) (The mission goals and objectives for the evening had been accomplished!)
1000 hours and T&T, George and Tod were prompt for brunch. It was a casual event and the adults had to seriously control their desire to take over from Shawn and Steven and attempt to get Tod to visit Fort Connor. After breakfast, the imps scurried off to continue their battle of online gaming and we adults paced and hoped the imps were as good as we knew they could be. At 1800 hours the fathers stuck their head in the game room and announced dinner in 30 minutes, clean up and be at the table or there is a war dog ready to gorge himself on a platter of hamburgers. (Yes, imps can clean up in a hurry when properly motivated.)
The three imps were acting like best buddies and George was amazed Tod felt so comfortable being around anyone. As the imps returned to the battle of the computer world we adults now formulated our side of this deception. What if we take the three imps to our Virgin Island Penthouse for the balance of the week. We can stop over at Fort Connor, pick up their protectors tweak our plan with the Generals and then fly off a few days later after Tod had seen all the sights of Fort Connor.
The five adults looked at each other and only commented: "Nothing ventured, nothing gained"! It was approaching midnight as the imps finally reached burnout and decided to call it a day. Steven and Shawn invited Tod back the next day and even George was amazed to see this nerdy kid smile from ear to ear as he enthusiastically thanked them and accepted the offer. (George privately informed his son that he needed to let Shawn and Steven win a few rounds on the computer. Not everyone is a computer genius like you are.)
At breakfast we fathers announced to our sons our idea of a trip to the Virgin Islands and stopping at Fort Connor to pick up your protectors on the way. They need a vacation after putting up with you two all year. Steven looked at his fathers and said after a comment like that you have a lot of nerve to ask us for help. The fathers looked at each other, smiled and only commented they understood the mess hall garbage cans were in need of a major cleaning and polishing. Life has options, choose yours wisely.
As fathers and sons hugged and kissed they knew this was all good bantering and they would never bargain to help another imp in need. (Although, ice cream and hot fudge would be required as payment for services rendered.)
When Shawn and Steven mentioned in passing about them taking a vacation to their Virgin Island Penthouse... Tod went running from the game room, out of the penthouse, bursting into T&T's Penthouse and into the arms of his fathers. As the imps feared they had blown their assignment they were in shock when George and Tod returned to talk with their fathers. Assuring George it was no imposition and if anything it might give us fathers a vacation not constantly having an imp wanting all of our attention.
George asked his son one last time if he was certain he wanted to be away from his fathers for over a week. Tod assured him they could video conference and talk every morning and evening. The fathers approved with the understanding they wouldn't be sending Tod back early if he got "homesick"... Just make certain this is the decision you want. The smile on Tod's face and the enthusiastic YES from his mouth made it apparent to all we had made a major breakthrough.
The next morning as George hugged and kissed his son goodbye we all boarded the corporate flying palace and headed for Fort Connor to pick up our son's protectors and finalize this conspiracy with the Generals, Doc and the Chaplain. Tod was kinda frightened with the armed security detail that met us upon landing especially 1st Sergeant "Monster". The imps apologized they had forgot to tell Tod anyone arriving at Fort Connor had to be seen by Doc, then we can tour the base. (The guys with guns are harmless, we'll introduce you to each of them as we tour the base.) Tod wasn't happy at all the blood Doc drew for tests and even more unhappy when Doc advised he needed one booster shot and it needed to go in his bare bum.
Doc was so gentle with an imp, numbed up the injection site and quickly inserted the tracking chip. We now had our most important tool to help us if anything were to happen to Tod. Tod was rubbing his hip as the three imps exited medical and started their whirlwind tour of Fort Connor and meeting all the men. Meeting their protectors Steven and Shawn jumped into their individual protectors arms, hugged them and then passionately kissed them. Tod only commented: "That was some hot kiss"! After watching the imps and their protectors kiss Tod had a major erection in his pants.
Tod was impressed with the imps bunker, especially its security... and knowing it was bomb proof only made him feel more secure. Tod was OK with the learning lab and knowing school work would continue. He accepted the fact he would join the "brain trust" so he needed to study and excel at academics.
Steven and Shawn assured him he would be allowed to learn to shoot after he learned to assemble a BullPup and Beretta BLINDFOLDED! The Rec Hall with a multitude of arcade games was like a magnet to Tod and he would be hitting up "dad" for an increase in his allowance. Tod was like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar as they walked past the swimming pool only to see every man enjoying skinny dipping. The hardon in Tod's board shorts was all too obvious. (He'd have no problem adjusting to nude men at Fort Connor.) When he got to the laser lab he was in nerd overload. Steven and Shawn had to drag Tod out of the building to make evening retreat and dinner. Tod was truly impressed with the friendly nature of the Alpha Zulu men and Steven and Shawn assured Tod this is their normal self.
The Generals video conferenced with T&T and George that evening and only commented our two imps seem to be pulling off this deception better than I thought possible. I expect by the time everyone returns from the Virgin Islands there will be one new imp wanting to stay and live at Fort Connor. We have him chipped so we can't loose him. I'm making mandatory sessions with Doc and the Chaplain part of the agreement of him staying at Fort Connor. But, I also want you three to know I will have a protector selected for your son by the time he returns from his Caribbean get-a-way. "THIS ISN'T NEGOTIABLE!"
Seeing the value in a dedicated protector for Tod, T&T and George acquiesced to the Generals comment. The next video call that evening was to our HR dream team and advising them we needed a new protector for a shy introverted insecure nerdish imp. You have 96 hours to find one and get him transported to Fort Connor. Let me know when you have selected the man.
0700 hours and Tod learned that attending flag raising was a necessity if one expected to be fed any breakfast. Their impish necessities of life were transported to their flying palace and by 0900 hours they were airborne and on their way to "paradise". As usual, a lottery was held to select the security detail for this trip and Tod couldn't believe so many men really wanted to be part of his vacation. Even with the long hours of work the men knew it was a choice duty assignment and even 1st Sergeant "Monster" was eager to board the plane for some sun, sand and surf.
It was a normal routine for the Governor to invite Dale and Dwight for a formal dinner as her personal guests. (One of those "other duties" the fathers hate but are a necessity.) As their "hot" fathers exited their bedroom dressed in formal attire their sons wolf whistled and commented what hot studs they had for dads. The fathers suggested to their protectors to sample a few of the food trucks which served the best food on the island. The Hotel food is great but you need to enjoy all the flavors of island life.
As two stuffed protectors, one stuffed "Monster" and three stuffed imps returned to their penthouse the imps had the perfect ending to a perfect day. Wrapping their arms around their protector they cajoled them both to take the three imps skinny dipping at their secluded nude beach. Telling Tod skinny dipping in the ocean by moonlight is beyond fantastic. Trust us?
Unknown to two protectors and three imps as they frolicked nude in the surf by moonlight a new super secret Worthington spy satellite focused down from space and all of Alpha Zulu had the privilege to enjoy watching the five frolic naked in the surf. (Guess what would be playing on the big screen in the mess when they returned to Fort Connor?) George couldn't believe his son was actually starting to act like a normal teenager and all this had happened in such a short period of time. His reports on Fort Connor and the men of Alpha Zulu were truly understated.
As the morning cargo plane landed at Fort Connor a most attractive Captain deplaned and present his orders to base security. "With the Generals compliment, you are requested to be transported to their office immediately upon arrival." Entering the Generals outer office our guest was advised to make himself comfortable, the Generals were just finishing with their morning staff meeting. As two six star Generals entered the room our Captain snapped to attention and could barely mutter the cursory "reporting as ordered" being in awe of the two highest ranking men in the United States Army.
"At ease Captain, please join us in our office." Our HR dream team selected you from thousands of potential candidates for a most specific and important duty assignment. You can always say NO but reading your file I know you would never turn down an assignment of such importance to your country.
Giving our new Captain the thumbnail overview of the job, the imp and the expectations... we again offered him a six month trial. Hopefully, he will want to stay with Alpha Zulu and make it a life time commitment. Let's go enjoy lunch and then we'll have you qualify with your glock and bullpup. Then off to Washington and get fitted for your new uniforms (Compliments of Alpha Zulu). Also, there is a father I'm certain will want to meet you and feel comfortable you will protect his son. You will be billeted with T&T Worthington. Anything you need, just feel free to ask. You'll find them to be two great people and ones I do call my friends.
The final night Tod spent with his new friends in the Virgin Islands was heart wrenching. Video conferencing with his father he was in tears when he admitted he didn't want to go back home. He loved being with Shawn and Steven and Fort Connor was beyond a secure place to live. The men were great to just talk with and the food was fantastic. The other imps were warm and friendly and I really enjoy just having a meal with them and talking. "I love you dad, but I've never been so happy since Mom died!" "PLEASE LET ME LIVE AT FORT CONNOR?"
Tod's father was in tears knowing the courage it took his son to admit this desire to his father. He'd talk with the Generals yet tonight and they would have an answer for him by the time Tod returned to Fort Connor. Just be certain this is what you want because no one is going to order up a jet and make a special trip for a homesick imp. If you truly want to make this change in your life then as always I'll support your decision. I know Steven and Shawn can arrange a meeting for you with the Generals when you arrive at Fort Connor. The Generals know how to reach me if they need confirmation of my approval. "I love you my son and I always will!"
0800 hours and a constant knocking at the door of T&T's Penthouse truly annoyed two executives who enjoyed sleeping in past sunrise. Opening the door to see a Lt. General (three star) T&T knew exactly who he wanted. "Captain, you have a guest at the main door wanting to talk with you."
A barely functional Captain exited his bedroom only to snap to attention seeing a three star General. "With the Presidents compliments... you are invited for dinner in his residence at 2000 hours tonight." (Dress uniform is required.) And suddenly, our "three star" was gone as quickly as he appeared.
Our Captain was in meltdown thinking about facing a command performance with POTUS. T&T just assured him to "BE HIMSELF"! POTUS is a "puppy dog", if you get stressed just undress him in your mind and think how he would look sitting there naked. Works every time! The worse he can do to you is station you in Alaska for the balance of your contract. Just relax, enjoy a good meal and meet a new friend.
POTUS was all business when he met the Captain that evening. "I hope you have some idea of the importance this young man has upon the future of our military and the security of our country?" "I have only one question for you, would you take a bullet to protect him?" Without hesitation the answer was a resounding YES!
The White House kitchen isn't a great as the Fort Connor mess but they can make a mean grilled Delmonico (Porterhouse Steak) and I hope you like them bloody and rare. Over a delicious steak with all the trimmings the two men started a life long friendship.
Within hours of our imps returning to Fort Connor there was a quiet knock at the door of the General's office. Three imps stuck their heads in and asked politely if the General had time to talk with them. A smiling General authorized their entry and asked them to be comfortable. What do we need to chat about?
As Steven and Shawn turned to Tod and commented: "YOUR TURN". "General, I want to stay at Fort Connor so I can be with my new good friends and learn all I can about how I can help the military." The General took a deep breath, paused and tried not to show his enthusiasm at the successful deception.
"I see no problem with you staying if you will agree to a few conditions:
1) You will have a protector as do Steven and Shawn.
2) You'll let Doc wean you off your psych drugs
3) Doc needs to run some tests and balance out your neuro transmitters
4) Mandatory PTSD counseling with the Chaplain
These four conditions are not negotiable. If you agree, we will try to make Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu a positive experience in your life. (Tod quickly accepted the terms and the deal was sealed.) The only person happier than Tod was his father.
Asking Steven and Shawn to escort Tod to Medical, Doc will be expecting him and we can start to help Tod back to being a normal teenager.
After three days in Medical Tod started to feel different and it started with a raging morning erection that wouldn't go down until he took care of his hard problem with his morning shower. In the middle of the night, Tod heard the alarms sounding and the rush of staff into the adjoining room. It was frantic for about 30 minutes than all calm and quiet. Tod could only imagine what had happened.
After breakfast Doc visited the room across from Tod's and from the screams of anguish the news wasn't good. To no one surprise, before noon POTUS arrived at Fort Connor and asked to be immediately taken to his son. The tears were unending as the father tried to console his son. POTUS assured his son there was nothing anyone could have done. I had the White House physician review the medical information and this was just one of the remote things that can happen with any trauma to the human body. He dislodged a blood clot caused by the gun shot wound and it blocked the blood to his brain. He was brain dead within minutes and there was nothing anyone could do to save his life. It was as quick and painless a death as possible.
"Dad, I don't want to live without him... I loved him, we were to be together for the rest of our lives and I'm the reason he was killed. Just send me away where no one can find me and I can never hurt another person!"
POTUS knew this was a cry for help and he would do everything in his power to help his son. Exiting the room he asked a nurse to stay with his son until he had finished talking with Doc. Entering Doc's office unannounced he promptly said this is a formal discussion with your Commander-in-Chief. Please asked the Generals and the Chaplain to join us immediately.
Being summoned by a traumatized POTUS isn't an enjoyable event in any life. As we gathered for a formal briefing by POTUS he was concise and to the point. "Anything happens to my son and I guarantee all of you a posting to the coldest and most remote outpost of the United States Army. In addition, Fort Connor will be closed and Alpha Zulu disbanded."
"HEAL MY SON!"
I now have to go and inform a mother her son is dead. Not something that was on my agenda for today. Have the body prepared for a funeral service here at Fort Connor and then transported to his home for whatever arrangements his family desires. All funeral expenses will be paid by me. I'll return as soon as I've given the bad news to his mother.
As POTUS and a small security detail arrived at the family home of their late good friend, the mother knew it was bad news when she opened the door and saw POTUS standing there. "Tell me he died quickly and with little pain?" POTUS held her as a friend as the tears poured profusely. "It was just a medical fluke. He had a blood clot break loose and stopped the flow of blood to his brain. He died quickly and with as little pain as possible."
The mother started to apologize profusely... she was so consumed in self pity she should be asking how your son is coping with the loss. The mother continued: "My son came out as to being gay and in love with your son right after graduating from high school. He also was intelligent enough to know the risk of being with your son and willingly accepted the risks. He never waivered on his love and commitment. He did give me a sealed envelope to give to your son if he was ever killed." (Handing POTUS the envelope she asked to please give it to your son.) POTUS informed the mother his son was hospitalized and wouldn't be able to attend the funeral. "I'll leave my military aide with you to coordinate any arrangements you want made." "I will be back for the funeral!"
Returning to Fort Connor POTUS briefed Doc, the Chaplain and the Generals as to the proactive nature of his son's future partner. "I won't violate the trust and confidence these two young men had for each other but I want you to be ready for whatever happens."
Leaving to join his son, he held his son and told him how much he was loved and how he felt the pain he was enduring. When your mother died I thought the world had ended for me and only having you to love got me through the ordeal. "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME TO BE ALL ALONE!"
"Your lover was more mature and proactive than we could ever believe. He came out to his mother right after high school graduation. He told her he knew the risk to his life living with you and loving you. He gave her this letter to be given to you if he were killed."
Handing the letter to his son we all held our breath as he opened it to read.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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