Luke rose early and had Tony and Thomas dressed and asked if they could share our chopper back to Andrews. He would have the Worthington Limousine at the gate waiting for their arrival. And, if you need to be dropped off at the White House or Pentagon we will make the stop before we head off to our friendly tailor.

 

Assuring Luke neither Arkyn or I had any interest in voluntarily stopping at the Pentagon or White House. With a "Command Performance" we don't have a choice but voluntarily... you have to be out of your freaking mind!

 

We had base security transport Arkyn and myself to our flying billboard and we were off to face another day at Fort Connor. I wish we could be a bug on the wall and see how Tony and Thomas face and handle our friendly tailor. I'm just glad our friendly tailor has a son to carry on the family business.

 

The quality of his work is beyond comparison. Mama Bear really lucked out when she chose him as a young inexperienced tailor to provide for the Worthington Clan so many years ago.

 

Luke warned the orphanage, they would be returning late today as these two special imps have agreed to become my sons. Just have the paperwork ready for me to sign when we arrive. As Luke already had been thoroughly vetted by the Orphanage, it was simply a matter of crossing all the "T"s and dotting all the "i"s to start down the road for a legal adoption.

 

Arriving at our Friendly Tailors, Luke and his new sons were warmly welcomed as good friends and esteemed clients. "How may I serve you today?" Introducing Tony and Taylor, they have agreed to be my sons. Congratulating Luke, asking to get some measurements so he could provide for their needs.

 

As two reluctant embarrassed imps were hesitant to strip to their boxers to be measured, Luke commented he guessed he needed a new suit or two. Stripping to his boxers the imps were embarrassed but followed the example of "dad".

 

Yes, our friendly tailor was far too personal, but his clothing always fit perfect regardless of the body being fitted. Whether an imp or a leader of business, the clothing was always perfect.

 

Next stop, the MALL, and to take some sadistic pleasure in walking past the first store which had been so rude to Worthingtons in the past.

 

Warmly greeted by their store owner of choice, he assigned them a dedicated employee to see to their every need. Two hours later they exited the mall with so many boxes Luke doubted they would all fit in the trunk of the Limousine. To everyone surprise, all but two boxes fit in the trunk of the Limo and Tony and Thomas volunteered to hold them on their laps.

 

Arriving at the Marriott Penthouse, the bell hops made far too many trips from the VIP Entrance to the Penthouse but received the biggest tip of their life for their services. Tony and Thomas were lost with the beauty and splendor of the Penthouse designed and furnished by Mama Bear.

 

Luke only commented, we will have plenty of time to share with you the stories about Mama Bear but if I don't get you back to the Orphanage and sign on the dotted line the Administrator will tell the Police I kidnapped you. OK, you two "monsters in training"... downstairs and back into the Limo, NOW!

 

The administrator met Luke at the door and only commented he was starting to get concerned. Advising his staff to help the two imps to pack any personal belongings they wanted to take with them... Luke adjourned to the Administrator's office and politely turned down his offer of coffee which had to have been made in a burned pot over an open fire... It was truly a "mortal sin" to call that brew "coffee"!

 

The paperwork was in order and with entering his secure signature he had a 90 day trial adoption of two precious imps. Luke politely asked to give his office as much advanced notice as to when he needed to return. I'll juggle my schedule the best I can but there are times when POTUS isn't understanding. Please and thank you!

 

Settling into the Limo and a casual ride back to the Marriott Penthouse, Luke's com went off and the Generals only commented: "They drew the short straw, so... DON'T KILL THE MESSENGERS!"

 

Doc has advised everyone that he is putting a 14 day mental health hold on you for observation. And, POTUS has signed off on it, so you have no appeal. You now have two weeks to adjust to fatherhood before Doc will rescind his medical directive. POTUS owed Doc more than POTUS owes you... so you are shit out of luck. (Welcome to our world!)

 

Returning to the Worthington Executive Airfield, Worthington Actual was cleared for immediate takeoff and headed to Fort Connor. Tony and Thomas might as well face the man we all love and hate... our demonic Doctor. Besides, the sooner they are chipped, we can all breathe easier.

 

Arkyn and I met Luke, Tony and Thomas as they exited Worthington Actual. Welcome to Fort Connor and unfortunately the rules around here require you to be evaluated by our Doctor before we can turn you lose on base. That includes you two imps as well as your new father.

 

Luke, you know the routine so lead the way. As we all enjoyed a beautiful warm day with the scented flowers in bloom, we made our way to Doc and he knew Luke wanted a piece of his ass. But, Doc knew he was safe so long as Luke's two new sons were around.

 

Asking the Command Master Sergeant to join us at Medical, as we exited the building he snapped to attention and asked how he could be of service. Introducing Tony and Thomas as Luke's new sons... would you have two senior imps give them the imps tour of Fort Connor. Just make sure they don't ruin their appetite on too much vanilla ice cream with hot fudge topping.

 

Turning to Tony and Thomas, I commented the Command Master Sergeant isn't the highest ranking person at Fort Connor but he is the man that makes the base run and protects our imps. I've asked him to find you a couple of senior imps so you can have an imp to imp perspective of Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu. Whatever questions you ask, you will get the unvarnished truth.

 

Advising the Command Master Sergeant Luke will be with us for an undetermined period and please have the imps back in time for our evening retreat.

 

Fourteen days with Luke in captivity was worse than a mass attack of drones. Luke wanted to break out but security was well advised unless they wanted to get on the bad side of Doc... it better never happen! (No one at Fort Connor wanted to get on Doc's "shit list"!)

 

At least the imps adjusted well to Fort Connor and I smiled when I heard through the camp grapevine when the Senior Imps were showing Tony and Thomas the imp's bunker, John and Jason were having a wild uncontrolled session of hot sex and even through a closed, locked door there was no doubt in any mind what they were doing. The senior imps just smiled and commented those two sex maniacs are madly in love, we just learn to ignore them.

 

Tony and Thomas were snickering as John was limping to retreat and Jason was smiling far too much. Luke arrived and cornered his two sons and told them it is now time to be respectful... to our country, to our flag and to the brave soldiers here at Fort Connor. Tony and Thomas had a fast learning curve and were never a problem.

 

There is something inbred in our Wolf War Dogs... they see a imps with a new face and they immediately see a new source of doggie treats. It was no surprise, as Tony and Thomas headed to our guest room for the night a Wolf Dog sleeping in the corner of our great room went bounding after them, waited for them to return from their shower and then jumped into bed between them and spent the night.

 

When Luke went in to kiss his sons good night, our friendly Wolf Dog barred his fangs daring Luke to have the balls to evict him. Even Luke knew when to cut his losses. Borrowing a couple of hand full of doggie treats from our reserve stash... he knew he best be ready to pay our Wolf Dog for "services rendered" when he exited the imps bedroom in the morning.

 

Luke took Tony and Thomas around Fort Connor and introduced them to all the men he knew. As they walked to the Chapel, the three Worthingtons sat on the marble bench and looked upon the nude statues of Dale and Duke... Dale was the most famous imp to ever grow up at Fort Connor. Yes, these two men were in love till the day they died. And, I know they are in love in heaven. (Probably putting on weight eating Mama Bear's cooking!)

 

Luke never knew if the imps were raised in the Catholic faith but both of them knew enough to kneel and kiss the ring of a Cardinal when they were introduced to Cardinal Emmanuel. He opened his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his neck. Yes, the Cardinal was an old softie for a pair of precious imps.

 

Fourteen days passed quickly and POTUS and Doc were so proud of themselves forcing the issue of Luke adjusting to fatherhood and bonding with his two sons. Doc made a system wide announcement that Worthington Actual was cleared for departure at their convenience.

 

Arkyn and I walked Luke and his two new sons to their plane and watched as they flew off into the dim light of a beautiful sunset. Little did we know the next time Luke returned it would be from a major disaster in his life.

 

A few weeks later I got an Email from Luke asking if Tony and Thomas could spend some time at Fort Connor. He and John had to make a final trip to Israel to sign the contracts on a new defense system. It meant over a billion dollar contract to Worthington Industries and would definitely be reflected in our quarterly stock dividends. We are still in the selection process for a dedicated security detail for these two imps and when I get back we have to start the selection process for a protector.

 

I emailed Luke back immediately confirming Tony and Thomas were always welcome at Fort Connor. You can drop them off or let us know when and where to pick them up. You may be their father but Arkyn and I love them as much as you do.

 

After so many weeks of peaceful uninterrupted sleep, 0330 hours and OPS announces POTUS requesting an Emergency Conference with you two Generals. Advising OPS to give us 60 seconds to put on robes than send him through.

 

"Good morning Mr. President, how can we be of service?" (From the look on his face we both know this wasn't going to be a conversation we would enjoy.)

 

"Luke Worthington just contacted me as he was flying back from Israel. When the steward went to wake John this morning, they found him dead in his bed. He was fine when they adjourned for the night yesterday. Luke is requesting to land at Fort Connor and for Doc to do a complete autopsy. I am approving his request. And, tell Doc... I want the most complete autopsy he can do if I was the one on his morgue table. This is all CLASSIFIED until we know all the facts. We don't need a run on the stock market and cause a major financial disaster.

 

Worthington Actual should be landing approximately 0900 hours and ask, NO TELL Doc I want him to do a complete workup on Luke to make sure he is fit physically and mentally. If Luke gives you any argument just have Doc sedate his ass and I'll authorize it under the guise of "National Security".

 

Let me know what you find out and right now Luke needs those two imps more than the imps need him. Having the responsibility for Tony and Thomas is what will get Luke through the next few days.

 

Luke and John may not have been biological brothers, but they were raised as equal siblings from the day T&T adopted them. This has to be a disastrous loss for Luke. I am ordering security to confiscate his weapons and not return them until both Doc and the Chaplain agree Luke isn't a danger to himself or anyone else.

 

Now, go ruin the day of that ole curmudgeon of a doctor and give him my warmest regards. Yes, paybacks can be hell but also can be most enjoyable. DISCONNECT! I understand the duties we inherited with our high rank but facing down our demonic doctor was never mention. It definitely would have given us a few moments of reflection before we accepted this assignment.

 

Even being CLASSIFIED, the Fort Connor grapevine had it known across Fort Connor of the pending arrival of Worthington Actual and the disaster than had befallen the Worthington Family. I made certain Tony and Thomas were on puppy duty all morning and Luke would have a complete workup by Doc and the Chaplain before we would allow him access to his two sons.

 

Finally, after both Doc and the Chaplain released Luke and decided a suicide watch wasn't required. The Chaplain offered to tell Tony and Thomas if Luke wasn't up to it. Thanking the Chaplain, but this is one task that can only be done by their father.

 

Luke watched as two exhausted imps finished their last hour of "puppy duty" and you could hear their squeals of joy seeing their father watching them exercise our War Dogs. Just from the look on Luke's face they new something major was wrong and they both hoped Luke hadn't changed his mind about adopting them.

 

Luke took their hands and asked them to take a walk with him. He needed the strength of his faith to share this disastrous moment with his sons. As they sat on the marble bench in the meditation garden, Luke wrapped his arms around each of his sons and only commented there is no easy way to tell you. Your Uncle John died during his trip back from Israel. We don't know why yet but POTUS has me locked down here at Fort Connor with you till we find out.

 

As tears ran down the faces of his two sons, they each took one of his hands and led him into the Chapel. Kneeling at the Altar, both imps gave thanks for having a great Uncle like John and for having the best father in the World. Luke lost it in tearful emotions and the Chaplain knew it was the start of the healing process that would still leave a major void in the life of a man we all respected and loved.

 

The White House advised the Worthington Executive Offices that Luke and John were on an extended project for POTUS and should be returning in 14-21 days. Just carry on as normal and anything that can't wait for them to return should be forwarded to POTUS by secure messenger.

 

Doc was truly a professional and spent 10 hours doing the autopsy on John. He sent every blood test and specimen out to three separate military labs for analysis only identifying the victim as "John Doe". The laboratory analysis only confirmed what the CAT scan had initially shown. John died from a major cerebral aneurism which cause death instantaneously. John's death was immediate and with little pain as he slept.

 

We had the Penthouse security collect dark suits for our two imps along with their dress shoes. They needed to be properly attired for the funeral mass which Luke wanted here at Fort Connor. Shortly before the Mass was to begin, OPS announced Air Force One requesting permission to land? GRANTED as Arkyn and I headed off to greet POTUS. To our surprise SecDef was also accompanying him and we warmly greeted our old friend and regretted our meeting under such unfortunate circumstances.

 

Cardinal Emmanuel said a beautiful funeral Mass and even Luke felt better afterwards. John's flag covered coffin was given the same honors as any military leader. A Honor Guard proceeded the Casket born by Alpha Zulu Pall Bearers. We decided that Alpha Zulu actual was the best transportation for the family, Cardinal Emmanuel, security, honor guard and pall bearers with plenty of room for the casket in the lower deck. Luke could have his pilots fly Worthington Actual back to their Executive Air Field.

 

Internment was at the Worthington family cemetery and John was laid to his eternal rest. Luke, Tony and Thomas returned to their Penthouse along with their security detail. Luke would need to face the Worthington staff in the morning and share with them the loss of his brother and their leader.

 

Yes, the love of Tony and Thomas is what gave Luke the strength to face each new day and he hated the thought of them relocating to Fort Connor which he knew was inevitable.

 

We Generals were shocked when a few days later we had a video conference with Luke whose appearance had improved but was far from the man we knew and loved. "How goes the battle, what can we do to help?"

 

Luke was somber when he told us he hated to do this but kick your HR Dream Team in their collective asses before they retire and find me a protector for my two imps. They are now the future of the Worthington Empire and we need to protect them with every asset available.

 

When I requested a video conference with our HR Dream Team, even with stars on their shoulders and being exempt from retirement they still were smiling. "We know what you want and have been diligently working on prospective candidates from the minute we learned of John's death. "We have three equally talented individual for consideration. How do you want to handle the interviews?"

 

Cut orders with military priority and have them billeted in the Marriott Executive Suites. We'll interview them with Luke at the Worthington Headquarters upon their arrival as we know this is a priority item with him.

 

Luke had been proactive and ordered THREE armored Range Rovers the day after signing the temporary adoption papers for Tony and Thomas. It would take 3-4 months for delivery and frankly cost wasn't an issue in his life at the moment.

 

A security detail had been added to Executive Services dedicated to protect our two precious imps. Their protector was the last item necessary for Luke to feel secure his sons would be protected. Mama Bears last will and testament specified Worthington Stock could only be sold, gifted or left other than to members of the Worthington Family. Luke had every intention on honoring the wishes of this great woman.

 

Until a protector could be selected, trained and indoctrinated into Alpha Zulu... Luke would only work ½ days at the Office and work from the Penthouse the balance of the working day. Weekends would be spent at Camp Phoenix and frankly Luke over compensated buying far too many gifts for his new sons. All they wanted was the loving father that had adopted them.

 

Luke greeted the first candidate for his son's protector and introduced himself. The poor guy went into instant panic. Being at the Worthington International Headquarters was bad enough but to meet Luke Worthington... Everyone in the military knew Luke Worthington was Worthington Industries.

 

Barely surviving the shock of meeting Luke Worthington, entering the secure conference room his eyes bulged as he saw the six stars on the shoulders of Arkyn and me. Luke's only comment was if those stars bother you, just close your eyes and picture them naked. It works every time. (At least this candidate had a sense of humor.)

 

We had interview so many protectors during our tenure as the Commanding Generals of Alpha Zulu we really didn't need a "cheat sheet" to know what to ask. Some of the answers shocked us but we felt all three candidates answered with truth and honesty.

 

After the last candidate was interviewed, the room was deadly quiet. Luke turned to Arkyn and me and only asked: "WHICH ONE"? We told Luke none of their answers gave us any reason to eliminate any of the three. It comes down to personality and personal preference.

 

This has been done before so we suggest you try it again. Send the two imps out with each protector and a security detail to see the sights of Washington. One a day for three days. Then we can meet with the imps and see how they feel about each one. After all, they will be living with this man 24/7/365. It will be best if it is someone they like and want to be around.

 

The day trips went without incident and now the moment of truth had arrived. Luke had to admit to his sons the men who took you to see the sights of Washington are three candidates to be your protector... the primary person responsible for your security and safety. If it was up to you, which one would you chose and why?

 

I never thought two imps could be speechless. Tony only commented all three of them are great guys and we couldn't go wrong with any of them. But, #2 had a great personality and even when he was correcting us and advising us of wandering too far from our security... he was nice about it. So, as Thomas nodded in agreement, if it was up to us #2 would be the man we selected.

 

Luke asked a couple of his security detail to "invite" the young Master Sergeant we selected and ask him to join us in the Penthouse. An astonished young Master Sergeant looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car as he entered the Penthouse. He was astonished at the beauty created by Mama Bear.

 

As we relaxed in the Great Room, an Imp sat on either side of the man we selected and quietly whispered in his ears: "You got the job"! "What Job, I didn't even know I was applying for one?" Before we could answer his inquiry, there was a knock at the door and a three star aide to POTUS entered and only commented: "With the compliments of the President, the young master sergeant is requested at the White House 1030 hours tomorrow." I'd love to learn the disappearing trick that man has mastered. There are times I'd like to disappear that fast when POTUS wants a favor.

 

Tony and Thomas knew what to do... Approaching their father they asked for a shot of Moonshine and a snifter of brandy. Our protector needs some help to get him through the rest of the night. Luke only smiled and handed each imp the requested liquor. Tony handed his protector a shot of moonshine and only commented to sip it or it will knock you on your ass. Finishing the moonshine, Thomas handed him a snifter of Dad's precious 100 year old Brandy. Our new protector only commented that is damn good booze!

 

Our new protector was starting to learn we would always help and support him. You have to get final approval from POTUS before this can go any further. He doesn't micromanage Alpha Zulu but he takes a direct interest of any new protector we bring on for any imp. And, considering how much these two imps mean to him you can expect a major grilling from him in the morning.

 

Our suggestion to you is to return to your room, collect your dress uniform and return to the Penthouse to spend the night. We'll have maintenance move your belongings from your suite to the Penthouse while you are at the White House in the morning.

 

Our Executive Services Penthouse team really enjoyed adding misery to our new young protector. Seeing the stress he was under and knowing what the three star General had been up to they only commented if he thought today was bad just wait till POTUS gets done with you. You'll be lucky if you get stationed in Alaska. Make sure to pack a heated jock.

 

The Marriott Manager knocked politely at the Penthouse door at 1000 hours advising transportation from the White House is waiting at our Executive Entrance. Our new protector only wondered how long it would take surfing the internet to find where to purchase a heated jock?

 

POTUS met our new Protector at the private entrance to the White House. Walking with him to the Oval Office they sat comfortably and chatted as old friends. POTUS was asking all the pointed questions we did but we were more discrete and phrased them in a softer tone.

 

There was a knock at the door and the Secretary of Defense walked into the Oval Office. POTUS introduced SecDef to our Master Sergeant and shared he had invited SecDef to help conclude this interview. "Master Sergeant, are you prepared to take the Oath of Office as an Officer in the United State Army?"

 

Officer, what are they talking about? Three days ago, I was in a war zone, plywood huts, portable "johns", eating something that was supposed to resemble food from a field kitchen and having insurgents shooting at me. In less than 24 hours, I'm living in a Penthouse, eating food prepared by a five star chef, and rubbing elbows with POTUS and SecDef. "Someone pinch me and tell me this is a dream?"

 

"Sergeant, I need an answer, now!" Mr. President, I took an oath to defend our great country and if you feel this is the best use of my abilities, I graciously accept the destiny that awaits me.

 

A bible suddenly appeared and SecDef was ready to administer his new Oath of Office.

 

I, Duncan Campbell, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God!

 

Congratulations Captain Campbell! Once you receive your wrist com at Fort Connor, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, SecDef and I will be available to you 24 hours a day.

 

Congratulations and may God and his angel Roger guide you and protect you. (Who in the hell is Roger?)

 

Returning to the Penthouse, Luke only commented: "You survived, see... it wasn't so bad." Captain Campbell only commented: "Like hell! I'd rather have a root canal!"

 

Tomorrow, our HR Dream Team will process your paperwork, security application, concealed weapons permit, and more forms than you even know existed in the Army. Then off to our overly friendly Tailor to be fitted for your new uniform paid for by Alpha Zulu. (Just don't hit our tailor if he gets too friendly, he is an irreplaceable asset.)

 

Then you are off to Worthington Security to pick up your sidearms and qualify at our range. I'd suggest wearing two shoulder holsters in addition to an ankle pistol, but the choice is yours. Just let the tailor know if you will be wearing two or three sidearms. Two shoulder holsters isn't mandated but definitely recommended.

 

Two smiling imps met our new Captain as he returned from our Friendly Tailor. Tony and Thomas wore big smiles as they asked their protector how he like meeting our overly friendly tailor. Nothing to be embarrassed about, even Dad got a major boner when he got measured for his new suits. "Just point me toward your dad's brandy" as he collapsed in one of the oversized chairs in the Penthouse great room.

 

Tony and Thomas advised their protector he best take a nap because they were conning dad into ordering Pizza for dinner. The chef here makes Pizza so good any Sicilian would be jealous. We'll make sure to wake you in time for dinner.

 

Luke was a soft touch and Tony and Thomas got their pizza for dinner but NO Coke-Cola. That was reserved for special occasions. You can have water, juice or milk... choose your "poison"?

 

The two men and two imps really meshed together better than we Generals had anticipated. We were waiting for our new protector to arrive at Fort Connor and have him adjust to the culture of living with 400+ gay soldiers. Fort Connor is unique, but in many ways far superior to any other military base in the world with the possible exception of Israel. Only in Israel can a gay man serve and be openly gay and treated as an equal by his peers and military officers. If only the rest of the world would catch up with the Israeli Military.

 

Luke advised he would be dropping off Captain Campbell and his two sons early on Monday morning. I'm killing two birds with one stop at Fort Connor. The imps can learn to have the Captain as a shadow 24/7 and the Captain can live through the shock of being with 400+ gay men all of which want to get into his pants. Sorry, I have to miss all of the fun but business calls.

Should we tell him about the welcome "gang bang" or just let him find out by himself?

 

John and Jason were setting a new record for being the nymphomaniacs of Fort Connor. If they weren't in class, doing homework, eating at the mess, attending formation... they were in some quiet place enjoying rampant sex. John was a true bottom that would scare any top away from asking for a second date. Jason had a sex drive any man of Alpha Zulu would be proud to have. There were indeed a match made in heaven.

 

Tony and Thomas just enjoyed cuddling with the men, sitting on their laps and if they got a major boner if it didn't bother the man they sure wouldn't complain. Sex was the furthest thing from their mind... they just needed the love and security that was in abundance at Fort Connor.

 

Captain Campbell was a basket case when Security advised him upon arrival he was expected in the office of our Commanding Generals. As his transportation arrived at our headquarters our new Captain only wondered what he had done to warrant a command performance in front of the Commanding Generals.

 

Arkyn and I welcomed him to Fort Connor and told him we are the most unique base in the United States Army. Every man stationed here is GAY! And, we have never had a case of sexual assault in the history of the Fort Connor. Consensual sex is allowed just so it isn't flaunted and even sex with an imp is permissible just so the imp initiates it and there is no force or coercion used. You'll find our imps are mighty sexually aggressive.

 

The food we serve here at Fort Connor is without equal to any military base in the United States. Even POTUS plans his trips so he can enjoy one of our feasts. Every man here is a volunteer, so we don't really deal with "Ranks" that much. We all have our duties and every man gives over 100%.

 

We aren't a babysitting service, when you are given your tour, you'll see our memorial garden and the memorial stones of all of the men of Alpha Zulu who made the ultimate sacrifice. There are all ranks, privates to generals... We all are dedicated to protect our imps with our lives.

 

Now, unless you have any questions, I'll have the Command Master Sergeant assign you a new imp to give you the grand tour. If you have any questions, feel free to ask at any time. We'll have you back in our office in a few days to make certain you have been well orientated to Fort Connor.

 

Also, we might warn you... the food is beyond delicious, but you'll pay for every calory consumed with our mandatory daily PE program. And, if a group of enlisted men come knocking at your door some night, we have a tradition of a "Welcome Gang Bang". If it is something that doesn't appeal to you, just say: "No, Thank You" and nothing more will be said. Saying that, even our Chaplain enjoyed his welcome Gang Bang, and he is now the head of the Catholic Church, the Bishop of Rome.

 

In your role as a Protector you are to be armed at all times unless you are taking a shower. You'll find an electronic gun safe in your billet and OPS will program it for your palm print.

 

That is enough information to put your mind into overload... we are certain you'll have more questions and feel free to ask anyone... you will get an honest and truthful answer. DISMISSED!

 

Turning that hunk of man flesh loose at Fort Connor was like sending a lamb to the slaughter. A pool was always started as to how many days before our new Captain would be enjoying sex at Fort Connor. (Excluding his Welcome Gang Bang.) A separate pool was active as to whether he would accept or refuse the offer of his Welcome Gang Bang.

 

Suddenly, OPS announces: ALERT, ALERT... WE HAVE A SINGLE DRONE OVER OUR PARADE FIELD... ALL MEN TO DUTY STATIONS.

 

Our new Captain was getting his "baptism by fire" as the drone locked onto him as a target. We were surprise when he stood proud and tall, both hands firing his sidearms causing the drone to explode midair. Why was a drone attacking the newest member of Alpha Zulu?

 

OPS, advise POTUS we need an immediate video conference with him. It is a matter of national security. (That sure got POTUS's attention, he was on the screen within minutes!)

 

Generals, I heard about your Alert... What do I need to do for you? I know you are close friends of the Worthingtons. By any chance did you witness Luke's Last Will and Testament? POTUS affirmed he was well aware of the provisions.

 

Who inherits if Luke and the two imps are killed and there are no Worthingtons left to inherit their stock. POTUS advised us the stock would be given to the Worthington Foundation and the Worthington Industries Board of Directors would be responsible for choosing Luke's replacement.

 

Mr. President, we need to warn Luke and his security detail we may have a coup d'é·tat in process. He needs to increase his security YESTERDAY.

 

Luke was shocked to look out the window of Worthington Actual and see a squadron of F22 Raptors escorting him. POTUS was on his com advising Luke his pilots were being directed to the nearest security military landing strip. We have much to figure out and I'm not taking any chances with your life.