How I remember the day Luke and John walked down the plane ramp and accepted their fate of Fort Connor now becoming their home. It took about 10 days for our new imps to fly their true colors and the rascal prankers in them came blazing forth.

 

It was becoming so frequent that seeing a naked Luke and John flying from the top of the flag poles was just being taken for granted. The shock was when we fell into formation any morning and Luke and John WEREN'T flying from the flag poles.

 

Luke and John were so proud of every prank they pulled even with the extra duty they received as punishment. Little did they know they should have learned the easy way because when Mama Bear walked down the plane ramp at Fort Connor even we Generals knew she came "imp hunting".

 

Mama Bear asked if she could borrow our conference room and please have my sons brought to me. "Thank you!" From the tone of her voice, we knew better than to ask any questions. Advising OPS to have Luke and John report to our conference room. Mama Bear added to advise OPS to broadcast this session with my sons to everyone on base. The men have suffered enough at the hands of my monsters, they need to understand in my family ACTIONS DO HAVE REPERCUSSIONS!

 

We heard Luke and John enter the conference room overjoyed at seeing their mother. "You have the chance to plead your case before punishment is rendered." "You are two out of control imps and these men have pledged their lives to protect you." "Your actions do not reflect your appreciation of their commitment!"

 

As there was a long pause we could hear the skirmishing of an imp and could only imagine his BDU's ending up around his ankles. Mama Bear's big paw brought forth a dozen screams of anguish before imp #1 understood his transgressions would not be tolerated. When the next set of lungs sounded off, we knew imp #2 was in for parity. Mama Bear ended this learning session advising her two imps Doc had been advised not to care for your sore bums unless it was medically necessary. You need to learn your actions of late will not be tolerated.

 

Now, you will go to every man on base and apologize from your heart for all the pranks of late. None of us expect you two to be angels but not the out of control monsters you have been of late.

 

If I have to return to Fort Connor to discipline you again, consider today just a warm up session to what you will experience. I guarantee you two to be sleeping on your stomach for at least two weeks. You have your assignment for the balance of the day. DISMISSED!

 

Every man on base smiled and Saluted Mama Bear as she return to our airfield and flew off to fight the bureaucratic battles of the Worthington Group and of Washington.

 

Luke and John were embarrassed and tearful as they hobbled around base and made certain to apologize to each and every man of Alpha Zulu. When they knocked on my office door late in the afternoon, I invited them in and only commented to feel free to stand as everyone on base knows you won't be sitting for a few days.

 

Luke and John were in tears as they poured out their heart in remorseful contrition for all the pranks they have played on the men of Alpha Zulu. We truly respect what you do to protect us and we never meant to cause you Generals any grief or extra work. Please, if we start down the road to being pranksters again, please tell us so we can control our actions. We definitely don't want a repeat of today with Mama Bear.

 

Now if we can be excused, we need to go skinny dipping in the pool and help reduce the pain of our glowing asses. I told the imps they could be dismissed after they gave me a big hug. WITH PLEASURE SIR!

 

The next morning when our administrative team met, we all agreed we doubted if Mama Bear had solved the problem of her sons being pranksters, but we hoped she had convinced them to moderate their behavior. (From the reports I received of their glowing red buns at the pool, for their sake I hope Luke and John learned from the event of today.)

 

Luke and John had barely left my office and OPS announced a lockdown of Fort Connor. The first soldiers who spied Luke and John had one under their arm and physically threw them into the imp bunker so it could be locked down. I think everyone on base heard the screams as Luke and John unceremoniously landed on their super sore buns. Tears streamed from their eyes and I knew the pain they were in was for real.

 

When the ALERT was cancelled, I asked if Luke and John would join me in their bedroom... Doc had been ordered not to offer any assistance and to let you suffer through your punishment. I, on the other hand, did not receive any such order. Drop your BDU's and "sunny side up" on your beds.

 

You could hear them sigh as the burning pain was reduced in their sexy bums. As cute as these two imps are, they are going to break a lot of hearts when they start dating whether they date men or women.

 

Telling the two imps to stay in their bedroom, I'd have the mess staff deliver two meals for them this evening. (A real treat in the "imp's world".)

 

I was ready to crawl under the parade ground turf when Luke and John came running out of the imps bunker the next morning, jumped into my arms and smothered me with hugs and kisses. I wondered if Mama Bear would demote me or fire me when she finds out what I did. A few days later I got my answer... a bottle of 100 year old Brandy from her RESERVE collection in my secure mail pouch.

 

As our mandatory PE program started to show on the imps bodies, they would look at themselves in their full length mirror and see how their bodies were developing and not just the "muscle" between their legs. Luke was the first to have a "wet dream" during his sleep at night and within a week John followed with the same experience.

 

It was brought to my attention by the Command Master Sergeant that it was time for someone to have "that talk" with our two growing imps. I tried passing the buck to the Chaplain and he only commented it was above his pay grade. When I approached the Command Master Sergeant, he only commented his twenty year anniversary was close at hand and how bad did I want to replace him. Doc was adamant he in no way would consider this part of his job description.

 

When I talked with Shawn that night, he only commented I had said I wanted children in my future... this is part of being a father so you might as well start learning the role NOW! (Thanks, buddy!!!)

 

As I asked OPS to have Luke and John join me in our conference room. Two bewildered imps joined me and were concerned I was so nervous. I smiled at the imps and only commented I needed to talk with them about their growing bodies.

 

Luke and John giggled and commented this is a new century and with the internet we have known about sex since we got our first computer. Thanks for the effort, but we know all about the "birds and the bees".

 

I smiled at them and only commented... "And did you learn about the bouncing baby that shows up 9 months after a night of carnal pleasure and it is yours to care for and nurture for the next 18-22 years. It can really put a crimp into your college social life. Sex is so much more than just getting a hardon and getting off. Sex and intercourse are the most beautiful things in life when you share them with someone you care for as much as you do life itself.

 

And, if it is just a "one night stand" that you have no interest in pursuing further, your namesake spent $50,000,000.00 USD paying for his one night of pleasure that brought Logan Worthington into the world.

 

Then you have to consider all the wonderful sexually transmitted disease that can lurk in unseen places. One moment of pleasure and a lifetime of treatment which may shorten your life. The men of Fort Connor are clean and regularly tested by Doc to assure everyone they are free from any sexually transmitted disease.

 

Anyone else, whether male or female, you have to accept the unknown and the potential of any sexually transmitted disease they may unknowingly have.

 

Luke only commented: "Boy, you sure know how to ruin a budding sex life!" I laughed at him and told him I'm certain he'd find a safe way to enjoy sex. Hell, every man on base wants either of your sexy asses. (And frankly so do Shawn and I.)

 

After a 3 hour presentation and more Q&A's that I ever dreamed possible. Some of the questions I only commented to look up on the internet. I wasn't a guru of all things sexual. (That had both imps laughing as they thanked me and left our conference room.)

 

I returned to our quarters and to a smiling Shawn... Asking how it went... "I think they taught me more about sex then I did them." (Which had Shawn roaring in laughter!) When we both quit laughing at ourselves, our eyes met, and we knew this was the moment to share the feelings of our hearts. I dropped to one knee and brazenly asked: "Shawn Walsh, will you be my partner in life and in eternity?" The quiet was deafening until he suddenly commented: "YES"!

 

I could hear the enthusiastic roar consume Fort Connor. Shawn was a little deceptive. When I dropped to one knee, he hit his com and OPS sent my proposal to every com in Alpha Zulu. Almost immediately, Mama Bear was on the com and advising us we were expected at her Penthouse Saturday immediately after our morning raising of the Flag. Don't eat too much with the men, brunch will be served at 1000 hours. (And, bring my two monsters and Colonel De with you.)

 

The next morning immediately after our Administrative meeting, OPS announces: POTUS on a video com for you two Generals. BRING HIM ON! Now how is he going to ruin our day. Advising us he heard we would be at the Penthouse this weekend so plan on dinner at the White House 2000 hour on Saturday and bring Mama Bear with you. DISCONNECT!

 

We flew out of Fort Connor immediately after having a lite breakfast with the men. Our pilots were all smiles as they congratulated us on our pending nuptials. "Do you know who won the lottery pool on when you would propose?" I shook my head and only commented the men of Alpha Zulu will bet on anything. (At least the Worthington Foundation receives half of the money.)

 

An immaculately dressed Gloria met us at the Penthouse door and only commented we came close to enjoying a cold breakfast. Let's eat while the food is still warm. As I counted the extra miles I'd be running next week with every trip to the breakfast buffet... I finally remembered to inform Gloria she had a command performance for POTUS tonight at 2000 hours. We hope you don't have to cancel anything important.

 

Relaxing in the Great Room after a fantastic calorie laden breakfast, Gloria joined us and commented she had been most deceptive. The imp mafia made it known to me last night you two had decided to get married. It has been a tradition within the Worthington family to purchase the wedding rings for our six star Generals and special imps in our lives. We will shortly leave for the Jewelers and you can meet with him and design the wedding bands you want. Price will not be discussed and he knows only the finest gems available will be used or he will lose all of my business. Buy what your hearts desire and if I ever learn you considered PRICE... well, let's just say an extended tour of Alaska will be a chilling event in your lives.

 

Shawn and I were in shock at the selection of rings shown us by Mama Bear's Jeweler. After an hour and we hadn't decided upon the ring... Mama Bear instructed Luke and John to help us make a decision. Finally, we selected our bands with the help of Luke and John. The ring would be both White and Yellow 18k gold. The Jeweler assured us he could have whatever stones we selected bezel set into our bands.

 

We had no knowledge of the price of gemstones and the jeweler had been instructed by Mama Bear not to discuss price with us. We finally made the decision on out main stone in our Wedding Band: Chrome Diopside flanked by large Moissanite stones and then smaller Strontium Titanite down the side of the ring. Our Jeweler smiled and only commented it was a very unique ring and it would look beautiful in the sunlight or by candlelight at dinner.

 

We were shocked when Mama Bear showed us her purchase she had ordered a month ago. Fifteen carats of Chrome Diopside in the center surrounded by a ring of Moissanite. The pendant hung on a necklace of Strontium Titanite. Her bracelet contained a triple row of Moissanite surrounding her wrist. Her earrings were each large 1.5 carat Moissanite stones in the center with a halo of Strontium Titanite surrounding the center stone. (Perfect time to impress POTUS!)

 

Gloria was shocked when the Smithsonian notified her the Worthington Diamond collection current on display was a loan and she retained ownership of them. If at any time she wanted to borrow items or claim the display, please let them know. Thanking them for the information, for the moment let the people of the United States enjoy them.

 

Gloria really was a down to earth common folk person. At times she had to dress the part of a major executive of business, but she was much more comfortable in denim jeans and a pull over around the Penthouse and especially at Camp Phoenix.

 

As we were leaving for the White House that evening Mama Bear commented to Colonel De that Luke and John could order Junk Food from the room service menu or even have a pizza. Just remember you'll be the one on "barf bag" duty if they eat too much junk food. (Message understood loud and clear!)

 

POTUS greeted us at the private entrance to the Executive Mansion commenting how lovely Gloria was looking this evening. We kiddingly commented to POTUS we demand parity! (That had POTUS roaring in laughter!) As it is just the four of us tonight, POTUS opted for an informal dinner in his 3^rd floor residence.

 

The steaks were grilled to perfection and served with fresh asparagus with a tasty butter sauce. Brazed potatoes were added to the plate to make the meal complete. The Chef made an attempt at a Raspberry Cheesecake desert but failed to make the grade of what the Marriott serves.

 

POTUS turned to Gloria and commented they see each other so often at social events he wanted them to be friends and not just business associates. Turning to us he only commented you are here to get your marching orders. The military cannot take sides in a Presidential Election but I can send you to do college presentations and recruitment ahead of the Generals campaign hitting each town. In the past it has brought many high caliber recruits to our military academies and greatly increase voting in the city where you have been. Do a good job and I'll even let you spend a few months at Fort Connor before I send you on a world junket.

 

I turned to POTUS and only commented I hoped he gave double frequent flyer miles which made everyone roar in laughter.

 

As we adjourned to the residential great room POTUS served us his 20 year old nectar of the Gods followed by his precious 100 year old brandy. We were feeling little pain as we exited the White House and headed back to the Penthouse.

 

Showing us Generals no mercy, we awoke at 0500 hours to the scream of INCOMMING as Luke and John went airborne and I prayed no one landed on my full bladder. A knee landing on ones nuts is bad enough but loosing a full bladder would be most embarrassing. Fortunately, for once they had good trajectory.

 

Your mother won't be serving brunch for another five hours... why are you two monster so eager and active this morning. The smiling imps just commented they hadn't come down from the treat of hamburgers, Texas fries and a cold Coke from last night. They were in mega cuddle mood and Colonel De was smart enough to lock his door. Now move over as we want to cuddle and if you are sleeping ala natural, just tuck those monsters between your legs. We both are virgins and would like to stay that way for a while.

 

The perks no one ever told us about our assignment... cuddling with an imp and how Shawn and I looked forward to adopting one and calling him our son. Luke cuddled with his head on my chest and John cuddled with his head on John's chest. We were so proud of these two monsters as were the men of Alpha Zulu as proud of them also. Yes, imps pull pranks and we would be more concerned if they didn't. We want every imp to grow into a normal life and Fort Connor was never mean to prevent any imp from having a fulfilling future and life.

 

Finally, as the clock was approaching 0900 hours, I informed the imps they needed to shower and get ready for a new day. As the imps scattered back to their room, Shawn and I rush to the latrine to drain our extended and painful bladders. I looked at Shawn and only commented the painful mess if one of the imps had landed on our bladder. "Lock the bedroom door next time!"

 

Shawn and I were amazed at the comfort of our "Flying Billboard"... it truly was more luxurious than our billet at Fort Connor. The Pilots only commented it is so well designed it could fly itself. (Say that too loud or two often and you'll find yourself retired.) As we deplaned, I commented to the Pilots if there is anything that needs to be done to the plane, I expect a long itinerary from POTUS in the next few days to do recruiting drives at colleges and universities around the country.

 

In our morning administrative meeting I advised staff of the intent of POTUS and that we would be gone the majority of the time till the Presidential Election. We will rotate squads, so each squad gets off of base. Luke and John will be left in the hands of the base commanders as Colonel De will head the security detail for the complete junket.

 

Texas would be a battle ground state and for more than its electoral votes. Texas was always so homophobic with numerous attacks upon the lives of us Generals and successfully assassinating two of us in the past. POTUS wasn't taking any chances and ordered out an Airborne battalion of special forces (active duty) soldiers to provide protection while we were in Texas. The Governor of Texas went ballistic. POTUS stood hard and firm. If the Governor wanted to make this a challenge to POTUS in the media just remember how many attempts people in Texas have made upon the lives of our Alpha Zulu Generals and how two of them were successfully assassinated in your state. The Governor of Texas casually put his "tail between his legs" and decided to stay low key in his office and mansion in Austin.

 

When SecDef complained about how much jet fuel we were using I only told him to take it up with POTUS. This junket wasn't our desire or decision. We would rather be back at Fort Connor. During our junket we met a lot of fantastic young people with outstanding minds that could contribute greatly to our military of the future. Yes, the imps who excels at video games will be just as important as any member of the brain trust of our country.

 

As a ground to air missile nearly missed us as we were flying out of Austin... if it hadn't been for the fantastic abilities of our Ex Combat pilots and having our plane equipped with anti-missile technology... there would have been two more Generals buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

 

POTUS went ballistic... declaring a 50 mile no fly zone around our plane when it was airborne. We always had a squadron of fighter jets as escorts now even in the United States. Someone was trying to kill us and after listening to the comments of previous Commanding Generals it seemed like it was just part of the job description for being the Commanding Generals of Alpha Zulu.

 

Finally, the Presidential Elections arrived and it was no contest. The minute the poles closed in Hawaii every news media declared a Sanchez/Bradley WIN! We retained control of both houses of Congress and hopefully could continue with our programs which would affect the average American in a positive way.

 

We were the proud guests in the reviewing stand as our good friends took their oath of office. We did a hell of a lot of Saluting that day as honor guards passed in review. Seeing the West Point Contingent brought back memories of when we participate in the Corp of Cadets passing in review at a Presidential Election. It is impossible to believe we were such young, innocent and naive butter bars once.

 

I think everyone rushed for the latrines when the parade finally ended... thank God I have good bladder muscles if not the White House Sharks would have had a lead story of me watering the White House Rose Garden.

 

Shawn and I were informed we were expected in full Ambassadorial Regalia including all our awards and medals and would be attending all of the Inaugural parties. Asking Gloria if she would honor us by being our +1, she smiled and commented she had ordered a special dress and a diamond tiara to wear hoping we would invite her.

 

Gloria looked stunning and we both were so proud to be her escorts for the evening. She danced the night away with the two of us and wore us both out. Finally, POTUS ended the evening dancing with Gloria as the media present took hundreds of pictures of the two enjoying themselves. Gossip abounded that Luke and John were the love child of General Sanchez. Oh, did that get the ire of a new President and one very pissed off Business Executive. The medias expressing such views hastily retracted their comments and apologized to both President Sanchez and to Gloria.

 

As none of us even thought of sleep before 0600 the next morning, we caught a few hours of sleep and Gloria ordered an early evening meal for 1600 hours. The imps and Colonel De could have breakfast off of the room service menu and two urns of strong black coffee were ordered for 1500 hours to allow us Generals to function and survive.

 

As we finished a fantastic prime rib dinner served by the Marriott Chef... Gloria smiled as I went back for my 2^nd piece of Raspberry Cheesecake. Gloria asked if my caloric and sugar levels were satisfied... she would appreciate few moments of our time.

 

As Shawn and I joined her in her private office, we relaxed in the oversized chairs. Gloria thanked us for the best night of her life. She enjoyed our company immensely and how happy she was they we were getting married.

 

"I have a very personal and selfish ASK of you two!" It isn't going to be long before Luke and John will want to know more about their biological Father. With the approval of the Leib's will you chaperone Luke and John along with Colonel De on their trip to Israel. My sons trust you like their fathers and I know you would never let any harm come to them.

 

POTUS may grumble but let me take care of POTUS. He owes me big time considering all I did for his election. I'd consider it a personal favor if you would head their security detail and be their friend if needed. I don't know how having their father die in combat will affect them. Both Shawn and I assured Gloria if it was possible, we would be honored to help two wonderful boys.

 

Finally, the end of a few hectic days came to an end. We were enjoying our last night of comfort in the Penthouse before we returned to Fort Connor. Around 1500 hours we heard screaming coming from the imps room. Guns in hand we all raced to see what was the problem only to find two terrorized imps cowering under their bed.

 

Asking the imps what the problem was, through the tears they told us there was a strange man with a gun in our room. Then suddenly a ghostly vision appeared and the man with the gun faded away. Begging Colonel De to sleep with them tonight, Gloria nodded her approval as she asked Shawn and me to join her in her office.

 

Bringing up Tokugawa on his com she advised him of an incursion in the Penthouse. Can you check the logs to verify if this was an incursion or just my sons having a bad dream. Tokugawa ask for a few minutes and he would contact us back.

 

Within minutes Tokugawa contacted us back verifying there had been an intruder in the Penthouse and our AI responded with lethal force neutralizing the threat. I'll review the complete file when I get into the office in the morning to see if I can figure out how the security of your penthouse was penetrated.

 

For the moment, I have a sleeping partner in bed who is about to be woken in a most enjoyable manner. NITE ALL! DISCONNECT.

 

We all slept with our pistol under our pillow until Tokugawa could determine how the intrusion was made. Even Mama Bear slept with a Sig 226 under her pillow. How an intruder could get past all the guards, sensors, war dogs and enter the Penthouse was beyond any of our comprehension.

 

Prior to Mama Bear leaving for the Office the next day, Tokugawa ask if he could meet with us as soon as we arrived at the Worthington Offices. The news he had wasn't good and he couldn't discuss it over an unsecured line.

 

As we entered his inner sanctum, our little imp genius was pacing the floor and not even his precious koi could relax his emotion. Your security system was hacked! Yuuto and I designed this system and for someone to hack it means every security system within the Worthington Group, Alpha Zulu and many top secret military facilities are at risk. It is going to take me days to figure out how it was hacked and to write a patch to prevent further intrusions. As for now, you need to advise POTUS and SecDef not to depend upon any electronic security 100%. I'm certain it will make their day. NOT!

 

Advising Gloria we'd break the news to SecDef and let him ruin POTUS's day. We'll pick up Luke and John along with Colonel De from the Penthouse when we finally get to return to Fort Connor.

 

One didn't need to have a video link to hear POTUS screaming in the Oval Office. Advising SecDef to have every base commander post double security around any sensitive areas till further notice. And, have the security detail for Tokugawa and his family doubled till further notice. Anyone who is smarter than Yuuto and Tokugawa is a threat to our national security.

 

It was so nice not having our plane make a fast steep takeoff leaving our stomachs to catch up with our bodies five minutes later. With the election over we were back to our normal security protocols. Even so, with an intruder making his way to Luke and John's bedroom... the imps bunker would be locked down with four heavily armed soldiers inside and four additional standing guard outside. All men would be sleeping dressed and ready to respond at a minutes notice. Connor would be patrolling from sundown to sunup at his highest alert level.

 

Until Tokugawa could determine how the intrusion was successful, we all would be living with one goal: Protect the imps!

 

Suddenly OPS announces "POTUS requesting an emergency video.com with you Generals". Send him through to our office... we will be there in 90 seconds. A very disturbed POTUS was on our view screen when we arrived. "We have a major problem!" 30 minutes ago there was an armed incursion at Tokugawa's home. The attackers were neutralized, several of Executive Services men were injured but none critically. The only loss was Tokugawa's precious koi when the automatic gunfire destroyed his aquarium. We all know how much those koi mean to him. Security saved a few but the majority died before anyone gave any thoughts to how much these koi mean to Tokugawa.

 

Now, one of my first acts as President is to tell that little imp the most precious connection he had to Yuuto is now lost. I've delivered death notices in the past but none as difficult as what I now face. I'm recommending until we figure out what is happening, Tokugawa's partner and son relocate to Fort Connor and I'll encourage Tokugawa to join them if he can continue his work living at Fort Connor. If not, I'll ask Gloria to host him at the Penthouse but even that isn't secure from an incursion.

 

As soon as I know what is happening and if anyone is relocating to Fort Connor I'll let you know. As for now, Fort Connor is on tactical alert... someone is imp hunting and I'll not lose any imp on my watch. Do whatever you need to do and know you'll have my complete support.

 

Advising OPS to push our sensors to the max... get and keep everything we have in the air. Put the base on tactical alert immediately and I'll be joining you shortly to fill you in.

 

OPS listened pensively as I informed them someone had managed to hack into Yuuto and Tokugawa security program putting all of Worthington Industries security at risk, a large number of Security Military Programs at risk and definitely all of Fort Connor at risk. If anything and I do mean anything is other than normal I want to know about it immediately. Nothing is trivial!

 

Heading to the mess I informed the Mess Sergeant we would be at tactical alert indefinitely. The imps will be locked in their bunker till further notice. I know this will be challenging for your team, but I know you'll succeed. We have the best mess staff in the United States Army and I'm not talking just about my tastes buds. Do what is necessary and you'll have my support.

 

Time to meet up with Shawn and the Command Master Sergeant and fill them in and bring them up to date. "Be honest with the men... it is their life they are risking!" Tokugawa and his family may be joining us at Fort Connor so if you can spare a couple of men to do some light cleaning and put fresh linen on the bed in the Mini Mansion I'm certain they will appreciate it.

 

Suddenly, my com goes off and OPS is hesitantly commenting we may have a problem. Our drone as it flew over our lagoon picked up six sharks out of our shiver floating belly up. Something is happening underwater, but our sensors are all green.

 

"Patch me through to SecDef on an emergency channel!" SecDef answered almost immediately... How fast can you get a Navy Seal Combat Dive Team in the air and on its way to our location. We have something strange happening in the water around Fort Connor. We have dead sharks floating in our lagoon and that has never happened in the history of Fort Connor.

 

SecDef said he'd advise POTUS and have a squadron of Navy Hydrofoils enroot with a full complement of Navy Seals prepped for underwater combat. I'll give you there ETA as soon as they leave port. We'll divert the closest Naval support ships incase this becomes ugly. Just pray we aren't dealing with a chemical attack. Keep me posted. DISCONNECT!

 

General, we have some strange happenings in OPS... our sonar buoys aren't detecting anything, but our underwater listening ears are detecting hatches opening and closing. "General Johnson to all men of Alpha Zulu... be prepared for an immediate missile attack!"

 

As our perimeter guards at the beach area report a submarine surfacing and launching boats with armed insurgents headed toward our beach. I advised OPS to issue a general alert advising we were under attack from armed hostiles and requesting all assistance available.

 

Within 10 minutes 250 airborne rangers were in the air responding to our call. SecDef advised the squadron of hydrofoils had left port with an ETA of 20-30 minutes. We have a couple of Navy destroyers in the area that will respond at flank speed. The Air Force has jets in the air and POTUS has advised the pilots no warning shots are necessary. Destroy any force that is deemed hostile.

 

We knew we had a combat situation when the roar of missiles being launched from the submarine could be heard by everyone at Fort Connor. Our anti-missile weapons both fixed and shoulder mounted sent their payload airborne and destroyed three of the four missiles launched. As we could see the fourth missile descending from the skies, all of our mini guns responded resulting in a massive explosion which shook every building in Fort Connor.

 

I ordered OPS to have our drones and attack helicopters fire on both the sub and the intruders on boats headed toward our beach. Fort Connor is now a lethal kill zone. Take the safety off all our defensive weapons.

 

As the first volley of missiles were launched from our drones, impacting the sub the explosions put major holes in the sub which had seawater rushing in and men scrambling to get out. The sub was listing to the point its sinking was inevitable.

 

OPS continued the air attack upon the motorboats knowing we now had insurgents that had nothing to lose. They had no means by which to escape. Realizing within a short period of time we would receive major air and naval support, this attack was a complete failure. The insurgents realized they could either surrender or fight their way through the military assets of the United States. (And/or become the lunch for our spoiled sharks out for revenge for the six deaths of their fellow sharks.)

 

I could only imagine the terror in the minds of the imps at the moment. We had eight mini guns shooting 48,000 rounds a minute, automatic and manual rocket launchers both airborne and land based delivering every missile in their arsenal. Not to mention our two SAW's and the small arms fire of our soldiers. The explosion of the sub as it sunk was terrifying and I knew our imps were now in panic mode.

 

Finally, the sky filled with the chutes of our Airborne Rangers and we knew the insurgents were outnumbered 10-1. As the Navy Hydrofoils arrived the boats trying to escape to the ocean and outside of our territorial waters had no chance of escape. The first shot went across the bow the second hit the boat destroying it and killing its occupants.

 

The Navy destroyers arrived and started a grid search assuring no other subs were lurking to return and attack us. Being proactive just from the sighting of dead sharks saved the ass of every man of Alpha Zulu. I would be nominating every man in OPS for a bronze star today.

 

POTUS paced the floor of the Sit Room wondering how many of his former men, his friends... he had lost this day.