TRAVELER
Chapter 286

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Traveler Chapter 286     I had spent the month of July in Oklahoma. His mother and I were hard pressed to find anything special for our very special Rodney to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. I suppose that after having tied the matrimonial knot at the age of fourteen anything that followed would seem anti-climatic to him.     A large fireworks display was expected for young Chief Fire Fox and I did not want to disappoint anyone. The people that lived in the area did not expect large fireworks display so they were well satisfied and awestruck by the seventy five thousand dollars that I spent lighting the skies over Lake Tenkiller for my son's birthday.     The remainder of my summer vacation was actually for the benefit of Ugitsiha and my children. My wife needs her family around her, not just me and her kids, but her entire family. Women are a very social species that bask in the camaraderie of their extended family and friends. I learned that at my mother's knee and that knowledge has served me well throughout my life. Sagi, Quemela, and Adsila are close, but they live with us. It was the aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends that lived around her childhood homel that she needed to be with from time to time. I didn't mind indulging her, it gave me time to do what I have learned to love the most, being with my sons in the forest.     I have always had a love of the outdoors, and what could ever be more fun than hunting and fishing, or just hiking, with my sons? I was blessed with forty five days of bliss in late June and July of 2012. Roddy made the time to be with me more than a married boy should have, but that was the crux of it; he was a fifteen year old boy. I had more fun than I had had in years as I watched Roddy teach his little brother about the plants, what to eat and what to stay completely away from. Yuri was a permanent part of us that month, and more often than not the two older little ones were joined with us as we grazed on wild fruits, nuts, and roots that grow in abundance in the woods of the state line along North Central Oklahoma.     Dougy was just too young and small to do all that we did, but we included the six and a half month old infant in as many of our family activities as he could participate in. All of us watched him as Roddy gave him a new variety of fruit or a root cut into super small pieces to nibble on. Cory Stevens seemed to be the only one concerned with the youngster not having teeth to chew with.     Fishing with the boys was the most fun. CS and CJ squealed with delight when they caught a small perch on their lines. Little Dougy found himself in a small pool full of shiner minnows that swam around his bottom and tickled his little pee pee. Roddy, Yuri, and I each took a boy and found small pools filled with fish so that they could sit in the ice cold water and let the aquatic life swim around their small bodies. The only danger that we had to watch out for were the crawdads that buried themselves in the mud. Imagine those sharp pinchers on a tender piece of boi flesh.     In the late afternoon the older boys and I took CS and CJ hunting. The two of them could not keep quiet to save their lives so the game was three counties away and super scarce. We did manage to get each of them a frog or a salamander, they wanted to eat them. Luckily Roddy shot five squirrels from the trees which looked a little bit tastier to the youngsters. He made sure his targets were up high in the trees and that there were none of his brothers on the ground near where his arrows would fall.     There were several mornings when Cory and RD joined us for a ride through the forest. With the babies still tucked into their beds we could cover some serious ground and gather larger game to give to Wayne's general store for those that were in need in the village. Several years before I had found out that no matter what I killed there was an empty table amongst the tribesmen that welcomed the fresh meat. My family prefers to stick to plants and things that grow out of the ground, but the hunting instinct is still strong in me and I enjoy seeing how close I can get to my game without scaring them off. Most of the time I will not close in for a kill…unless, that is, I have learned of a hungry family, especially one with children that are too young to help provide for the dinner table.     One morning shortly after our arrival at Tahlequah in late June I sat inside Wayne's general store drinking coffee and getting re-acquainted with many of the men of the village. I left the store a bit after 10:00 and headed back to the house. As I crossed the chipped and broken concrete ribbon that served as the main road through the village I spotted a naked teenaged boy crying as he limped down the center of the road. I started toward him, but I felt great fear in him. I spotted Roddy coming toward me and I began to mind talk to him as I told him what I had sensed. Roddy knew the family in passing; he called out and walked over to him.     I listened to the two boys talk as alarm bells rang in my head. I turned and walked to the shanty from which I had seen Joe Joe walk from moments before. Asleep on the filthy bed in the corner lay Kermit the hermit naked as a jay bird. The smell of cheap booze, vomit, and anal sex hung in the air. I fought the inclination to yank the old man from his slumber and beat him to within an inch of his life. Joe Joe may appear to be a teenaged boy of sixteen or seventeen, but he was actually a lad of only eleven years.     Joe Joe and his mother are two of my special people that I provide food and money for. The boy is only eleven. He now stands five foot nine, a full two feet taller than when I first met him five years earlier. He is severely undernourished and a bit on the slow side mentally. His male attributes have matured faster than his age would suggest. He is more developed than many of the sixteen and seventeen year old students in my schools around the world.     Kermit is a loner that lives like a hermit in a ramshackle hut built into the mouth of a cave in the mountains, but he also has his old family home on the edge of town in the village. He comes down from the mountains to trade at Wayne's, and to find himself a boy to bed from time to time. I had heard rumors of his activities through the years, but no one had any proof so they remained rumors and speculations. I had tried to talk to some of his young victims, but they were embarrassed by the incident and afraid that Kermit would fulfill his threats of coming into their homes at night and kill his family as everyone slept.     I placed Kermit under arrest and turned him over to the local police force then obtained a search warrant for his mountainside cave house. I let Rodney and Yuri ride their horses alongside of me on my journey up the short mountain. The shack was even more of a deathtrap than the place in town, I made a note to tear it down as soon as possible. I didn't realize at the time that it was located on land that belonged to Ugitsiha so tearing it down would be simple.     Yuri had been exploring the cave and he asked me why the rocks looked different than the rocks of Base C or even at home. I explained to him that most of the mountains of the area were limestone deposits. Limestone is porous and allows water to seep and weep through, thus building stalagmites and stalactites. That water would destroy sensitive electronic equipment so we were lucky that amongst the mountains left to me by Chief Steve was a large granite mountain into which Andy and I built Base C. The mountain in which we were standing belonged to my wife and was consistent of limestone. Limestone is easier to cut and there are many caves through most of them. As I looked at the rock formation a plan began to develop in my mind, I would sit down with my wife and sons and discuss my idea after dinner that night.     Abedabun–sight of day– was the Cheyenne woman–seer–that assisted the young girl, Gedi–bd– when she first started to weave the tapestry that foretells my life. The AniTsata are a deeply religious people and Gedi had grown up amongst them. Added to that was the influence that her father–wilihama–WlU%–and Abedabun had on the impressionable girl during her formative years and one can fully understand her compassion to put together the arras that seems tto foretell my future.     Woven into the threads of that forebearer of truth to come was a story that no eyes had studied save Ugitsiha's, Sagi's, and mine. My crippling and life threatening future made it imperative that I make plans for my life as an invalid.     Our vacation came to a close at the end of July and my wife and son's were happy to return to Tucson, we had a lot to catch up with the students of BAW. I had to laugh when I sat with my boys for the first time. A group of the boys were upset because they had not been able to go to Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest     We waited until the school year started and the boys were settled into another year of academia before my family and I flew off to St. Tropez. Most of the month of August was taken up for me when I escorted the entire freshman class, and all of those boys that were involved in the various sports offered to them at BAW. back and forth from Camp Christopher to Dr. Tip's offices for a complete physical examination. To expedite the state's required checkup my friend with a little black bag had secured the aide of four interns from the Medical center and six nurses that wanted to sweep the handsome doctor off of his feet and stand him up again before a minister. Tip has not told the nurses that he is married to his childhood sweetheart. He winked at me and told me that they would run if they knew that he loves to have a big cock up his ass.     Once all of the boys that needed a physical were probed, stuck, and bent over. They had their heads turned and a finger stuck up under their scrotum as they were told to cough. Their feet were checked for fungi and cases of Athlete's Foot cream were passed out. Only one boy had to be checked further when Dr. Tip discovered an enlarged prostate in the fourteen year old boy, that was not natural. I did my own exam of the boy to learn why his butt nut was abnormal, it was not his lifestyle, he just had a large gland with a weird growth on the side. Tip stuck a swap or six up the boy's ass and drew a few gallons of blood from him. He told me in private, that he was sure that the boy had cancer of the prostate. I asked him if that was possible and he told me that it was rare, but possible. I shuddered. Once the boy was back at the camp I took him to Aqua Caliente for healing. The following day I took him back to see Dr. Tip to learn what his tests revealed. It was cancer. It was in its advanced stages and the prostate needed to be removed at once. I asked Tip to exam the boy again and winked at him. He looked at me long and hard then did his exam. "I don't know what I am here for, you are a better doctor than I will ever be," he told me. I told him that the state law required that I have a certified doctor exam each boy. I nudged him and told him that I was only certified as being crazy. Anal sex is not painful to the boy now, but he says that the sensations that his boyfriend created in him take longer to reach. He told me that he wasn't complaining because it meant that he could make love longer. His boyfriend squeezed his hand and giggled.     Life continued on with one minor stumble after another.. With a current enrollment of seven hundred students, and almost three hundred young men and boys that had passed through the school still in my life, I never had a dull moment. I am not complaining. I love each and everyone of those guys and I will always be there for them. That became a major hurdle in my life when JC had me go to the Juvenile Detention Center to look at three very troubled boys.     Each of the boys had more trouble than I could take the time to deal with, but they needed an accepting home, now. I took them to BAW and placed them in the care of some of the boys that had been with me the longest.     I asked Marin if he would like to visit his old home and the man that he had called father for so many years, he was excited by my offer and accepted without thinking about it. I sat down with him and his classroom leaders to get their lesson plans for the first quarter of the school year, I did not want him to get behind with his education. Pete flew my family over the ocean once again and an FI Security team met our plane when we landed in St. Tropez.     My sons were old enough to know that we meant business when we told them to stay away from the steep stairway leading down to the ocean's beaches below. Ugitsiha was very happy to be at the Villa and I saw to it that she had nothing to do but to relax and enjoy herself. I hired a nanny that passed my stringent criteria to take care of the three little ones. I had beauticians brought to the villa every other day to pamper her with hair styling, manicures, and pedicures. I had a masseuse brought in every afternoon after lunch to give her a relaxing massage so that she could take a much needed nap in the cold breeze blowing through the tall doors that opened to the sea.     I took Yuri down to the ocean below the cliff along the east side of the villa. I had a speedboat taken out of the storage shed and serviced. Yuri and I sped around the ocean and over to the wharfs to look at the huge yachts that were docked there. One afternoon I took Yuri ashore for lunch at a local eatery that I had discovered on my first visit to the area in 2007. When we puled up to the pier to tie off our boat several people were standing about in their yachting finery. Yuri and I were dressed in plain cotton slacks and off the shelf tee shirts. Our shoes were far from stylish, I had deliberately dressed down so we would not attract attention. When we got on the pier I heard slurs such as, "Trash trying to put on airs." Or my favorite, "At least they could have parked their skiff out of sight of those of us that run this world." Suddenly my anonymity was destroyed by three out of breath FIS agents running down the dock and stopping before me in a snappy salute.     "We are sorry Sir Chris, we didn't see you turn into the cove. Your locator chip alerted us to your location, young man," the agent patted Yuri on top of his head. Yuri hates it when anyone but me does that to him.     The tongue waggers started up again. "That is the multi-billionaire, Sir Christopher Dickson. They say he is worth a trillion dollars or more." "Yes, I was at a party at his villa last week, he really knows how to dance." That was too much I spun on the snob.     "Madam, I have never seen you before in my life. You have never been to my home and my villa has been locked up since my last visit in the spring. You are a liar and a pretentious bitch that wants the world to think of you as you want yourself to be. I hope that I have offended you, that was my intention. I hope that you sue me because I like your little boat there and I wouldn't mind taking it for a spin before I have it sold for scrap." I turned and walked away. As I walked I mentally paced the length of her yacht, it was a two hundred and twelve footer, I wondered if it had any speed.     My escort ruined my plans to walk through the town unnoticed. They stepped inside the small restaurant to see that it was safe, I pushed past them and led Yuri over to the owner. The man remembered me and set a table near the corner by the kitchen for us. My son and I feasted on the local fare which featured some of the freshest bread that I had eaten away from that which Marin bakes. The owner came to my table after we ate and asked about Marin. He loved to work with the boy and had taught him his bread baking techniques. I told the man that he had done a fantastic job because I enjoy the pastries that Marin makes for us. I asked for my check and was told that there was no charge for me, ever. As I got up from my seat I placed two one hundred dollar bills under the edge of my plate. On my way out of the establishment I tipped the cute little bus boy with a fifty dollar bill. The boy appeared to be about thirteen or fourteen and had been watching my every move since I first came in and sat down. Several times he adjusted his crotch with his hand underneath the long apron that almost dragged on the ground at his feet.     I accepted a ride back up to the villa and asked for an agent to bring my boat around to my private dock. Yuri got up in my lap and looked me in the eyes, "Daddy, you can't go anywhere can you? Those people wanted to steal your money from you and some of them wouldn't have minded seeing you dead, if they could get your money. I hate them all." I held him close and told him Jesus told us to pray for our enemies. He said that hate is a sin and we don't want to sin. He looked at me for a long time before he shook his head in agreement to what I had said to him. My mind flashed to Athos and the prisoner that he held for the world's courts.     I had not seen Athos in several months so I decided to pay him a visit. I called my ancient friend and told him that I was in town for a few weeks, did he want to get together. He asked me if I had any boys with me. Tongue in cheek I told him that I had four of the cutest little guys on the face of the planet. He told me that we should come to his house for lunch the following day. I couldn't do it to him, I told him that I had my wife with me as well. He wanted to meet the woman that had turned my head, both heads. I laughed and told him that we would be at his place in Forét des six-fours at eleven forty five. He told me that he would have hors d'oeuvres and drinks ready for us. Yuri had his hands over his mouth as he tried to keep from laughing out loud. He had gotten each end of the conversation that I just completed with Enquêêteur Athos Henley.     Ugitsiha was stunned at Athos' reaction when he saw the boys. He actually went to his knees and held his side as he laughed more than I had seen him laugh in all of the years that I had known him. I mentally explained my joke to my family and they laughed along with Athos, or at him, I'm not really sure. Yuri knew about my trick, yet he still laughed as hard as the rest of the family. Athos showed Ugitsiha his house and she loved the view of the ocean. She told him that we had access to the beach from the back patio, Athos told her that he had an elevator that took him down to the old Nazi boat docks and out to th beach from there. She and Yuri wanted to see the old Nazi boat docks. I gave Athos an evil eye, I did not want my family to know about his secret base beneath his house. I trust my family, but I had to wonder if Athos had told anyone else. He is getting old, you know?     I used my free time to run the mountain roads of Munedavia. Cullen thought that I had gone truly bonkers until I took him aside and told him that I was in training for an upcoming mission to a very high mountain. I told him that I had to build up my lungs. He became one of my strongest supporters and provided a full motorcycle unit of six men to ride the roads with me to keep traffic from killing me on my runs. Munedavia rises up from the sea with mountain peaks reaching ten to twelve thousand feet above sea level. The roads around those mountains were not high enough for me. The roadway that led to the highest peak in the small country reached a mere seven thousand feet, and that didn't last very long. I was getting a good workout running up the mountain roads, but I wanted to do some lung and heart building cardiovascular exercise at an altitude of at least ten thousand feet. The best place for that to happen would have to be Switzerland.     Cullen's wedding was a Royal affair with dignitaries and persons of import coming from every major and minor country in the world. Those from Europe showed their pomp snobbery while those representatives of the third world nations did their best to show their finery. The manners and Bling that appeared in the large national cathedral bore honor to Cullen and his young bride. Most of the visitors wanted Cullen to court favors from me or his mother, with his aire of natural grace he nodded his head and told them that he would be sure to take their requests under advisement.     Cullen and I had sat together so that I could explain my latest mission and what I had to do. He wanted me to stay at his side, but I told him that he was a grown man and that his duty was to his wife. I told him that we would get off together before Thanksgiving and be alone, just the two of us. He pouted like a young child, but he quickly came around when I whispered things that the two of us would do at Villa de Christophe. He was as a child at the window of the candy store as he thought of all of the things that we could do.     I took my leave of King Cullen as I charged him with the care and safety of my son, Yuri. He was having too much fun with his friends from Moscow. He had not known but one of the boys before they were presented to me at the school, but the boys formed a bonding union that has endured over time as well as the miles that separate them.     My final run was to the thirty one hundred meter 3100 KULMHOTEL GORNERGRAT Switzerland Alps Highest Hotel. The forty six hundred and thirty four meter Dufourspitze is the tallest mountain in the Swiss Alps and it was perfect for my needs to build my lungs to their full capacity. I was allowed to workout in a hidden area of the second largest glacier in the Alps, the frosty, frozen Gornergletscher. I hate cold weather, but where I was headed would be even colder. I planed to jump out of Bossaire© at fifty five thousand feet with nothing on but whatever a bumblebee wears to keep him warm. I guess that all bees are shes, but it makes me feel better to refer to everything in my life in the masculine.     I stayed in room 4357 a twin room that gave me an unused extra bed that I really wanted my Cory man to be in. Room 4357 is one of only two rooms in the hotel that has a terrace/balcony. The terrace was large with a stunning view that I took in with my morning cuppa each day at sunrise. Oh yeah, the seventy five pounds that were packed into my back pack included a full can of coffee and a four cup drip coffee maker. I ate the provided European breakfast fare that was served to me, but I skipped the marmalade, I have just never developed a taste for orange peels, I had a large jar of Ugitsiha's homemade strawberry preserves and another jar of her peach preserves to carry me through the two weeks that I planned to spend at the hotel as I worked out in the cold, high altitude. At lunchtime I moved along through the salad and soup bar and always found foods that I liked. Dinner time was a different story. Most of the hotel's guests go back down the mountain with the final train each day so there is not much need for a large menu or a full service staff. Dinner is included in the price of the room and served in the dining room. I was very pleased with their soup du jour as well as their crisp fresh salads. On the first day I tried their vegetarian fare. I found the flour dumplings with cheese sauce a bit on the salty side so I tried their braised veal with thick handmade noodles much more to my liking. I reasoned that I needed the protein and carbohydrates of that sort of meal to sustain me during my mission. By the fourth day I was glad that I had made that choice. A group of vegetarian college boys had come to climb the Dufourspitze mountain, before trying to go further south to climb the 4,478 meter Matterhorn. The first day of their climb they began to cramp and had to call for rescue. I sat with the boys and tried to understand their thick Slavic accents as I learned from their minds that they were vegan and that they did not know how to get protein into their diet. That little tidbit almost killed two of them and the third boy was so weak that he could only nod his head as the others spoke. I learned from the experience that those boys had gone through to get my body full of protein and carbohydrates before I transformed myself into an Eagle and tried to scale that mountain myself.     I gathered Yuri and my family and took them to England and El's country estate. There was very little time to spend in the arms of my family before the beginning of my next, and final?, mission. Only my family, and a few important people in my life, knew that the combined segments of Congress had made me an acting Brigadier General. My mission consisted of a large contingent of uniformed soldiers from many different NATO countries. I was to head up that Army and bring a close to the reign of Hook. This time everything would be done in the open and legally, unlike the demise of Seigy. I said farewell to my family and sent them home. I bade my time in Prague making the final battle plans with the commanders of my Army and waited for Pete to return from delivering my family and saying so long to Eddy.     Cold. It is so cold. I wish that I had never undertaken this job. I found a warm air vent and went to the top of it to sit and get warm again. I wish that I was on the nursery floor frolicking with my babies. Dougy is ten months old and has learned to toddle about the floor. He climbs up on top of his daddy and waves his hands as he plays along with his brothers trying to climb the mountain and master the old man. Yuri joins in and plays along, but he always lets his little brothers have their fun and never tries to get the best of them. Sometimes Ugitsiha joins this frivolity, but most of the time is just father and sons time. I was snapped out of my daydreams when an arrow pierced a bird as it passed by me causing the dead creature of the air to strike the wall behind me.     The cold was numbing me, I was beginning to hallucinate. I had to keep my wits about me. I had transformed myself into a bumblebee as Pete flew us to an altitude of fifty one thousand feet. With the Mithril skin and the altitude we were confident that we would not be detected by radar or the casual eye on the ground. Our ground crew had made a small hole from the cargo space accessible through the cockpit into the nose landing gear area. I made my way through then told Mike to lower the gear. I had chosen the bumblebee because that is the only creature capable of flying that high without oxygen. Once free from Bossaire© I made a beeline for the compound that sat on top of the mountain below me. Once at an altitude that I could breathe again I turned into a eagle and circled about waiting for the parachute with my Mithril suit attached to reach me.     I lined up with the parachute and changed into an insect then slipped into the suit pack before growing into a larger bird. The parachute was designed to break away under the added weight and I lined up to drop the pack and change into bee again. The bird saw a meal in me, but did not see the guard on the upper wall with his bow ready for a target on the air. My chest pack with my rolled up Mithril suit lay on the snow covered roof and there was no way I could pick it up without taking on a larger form, therefore exposing myself and my position. I cursed myself for my foolhardiness. I had drifted off and let my daydreams control me and had lost sight of where I was. That could be a very dangerous thing to do. Not only was I putting my mission in jeopardy, but the lives of three hundred troops that surrounded the base of the mountain awaiting my signal that the alarms were turned off and the minefield was disarmed.     I searched my surroundings looking for an ingress to the building. No more than 6 feet away from me was a door that I had not seen before. I looked down at my chest pack laying in the snow and wondered how I was going to be able to retrieve it without reverting to my normal body. The temperature was sub-freezing and I was totally naked, I had little choice but to turn into my human form. To do so would've created another problem, footprints in the snow. I changed into a large hawk, swept up my chest pack, and flew to the doorway. I needed a hand. My hand would do so I quickly changed into human form and immediately went invisible. I placed my hand on the lever that serves the world as a doorknob instead of the round knobs that we use in the United States. To my joy the door was unlocked and I dashed inside. Warmth,…it was warm inside and my bones needed it. I moved to the corner of the small landing on which I stood and just let the warmth move through my body and slowly revive me. I looked at the floor and there were puddles of melted snow in the shape of my footprints. I couldn't worry about that right then I had to get my Mithril suit on. I opened the Velcro™ fastener and withdrew the Mithril suit. I slipped it on and pulled the high cowl collar over my head. I removed the gloves from the sleeves and covered my hands. At last I felt my own body heat rise as the suit reflected it back to me. I used my Mithril covered foot to spread the water from my snowy footprints about and hoped that no one came along and saw the sparse amount of water.     I heard voices in the stairway coming toward me. I slipped further back into the my corner and waited. I searched the minds of the two men approaching my position and listened to what they had to say. "I know I shot it. I am the best marksman on this team. You just wait and see, it'll be laying there." I got the of image of the two men talking about the bird that they had shot. As soon as they were through the door I made a hasty exit down the stairs looking for a place to regroup and figure out where I was and what I needed to do.     I saw a door ajar and headed toward it. Inside a small office a young man sat a desk with a computer terminal on it, that was just what I needed. I probed the young man's mind and learned all about him. He was nineteen, he had been captured in his hometown near the Baltic Sea when he was eight. He had been brought to this compound and trained to do the will of his masters. He had picked up skills that got him appointed to his current job pushing paperwork in a small office tucked away on the top floor of the building. I learned that he had good computer skills and he had been able to hack into the system to see what was on the computer. He was in mortal fear of discovery and had been very careful, but what he had learned was of great interest to me. I spread my mind out in search of anyone near me. We were alone on the entire floor. I controled the young man's mind and had him call up several screens that showed me the positions of all of the security systems in place around pyramid compound. Of major interest to me was the extensive minefield that surrounded the base of the mountain. I almost shouted out and in joy when I saw on the screen that the minefield was electronically controlled by the computer system of the compound. The only thing I needed now was a password to gain control of that minefield. I studied the screens very carefully as I looked over the security cameras and alarm systems throughout the entire compound.     Tracy sat before my computer array aboard Bossaire© as it circled very high above and off to the east of my position. I touched his mind and fed him all of the data that I had gathered on my flight downwards and from the computer in the small office. As I glided to the ground I had learned that the main structure itself was built like an upside down pyrimid with its pointed apex in the ground. That design made reverse sloped sides of eighty five degrees. Climbing the one hundred foot walls would be a challenge, especially with the climber hanging over a minefield. Tracy translated the images that I sent him to the computer and relayed it on to the ground commanders. They now knew the position of the mines and where to gain access into the compound once the mines were down.     The telephone on the young man's desk rang and I nearly jumped up the wall. I listened as the young man spoke on the his telephone, it was his supervisor telling him that lunch was ready and that he should lock his office and come on down to eat. I could do with some lunch myself, but this was an opportunity that I could not pass up. As soon as the door was closed and locked I was at the man's keyboard of his computer. The first thing I did was to deactivate the minefield. Glad that I was alone I spoke into my throat mic to tell the ground commander the minefields were safe, and that the troops could enter. Next I needed to deactivate the cameras that were aimed down the hill so the movement of the troops coming up would not be seen by those monitoring the system in the compound. I search the system for recent recordings of movement from each camera and found the file that fit the bill. I looped it into the system so that those looking at their monitors would not see anything out of the ordinary.     I sat in the young man's chair and listened to the radio traffic coming across my soundbud, I was thankful for the ultra-high-frequency microwave system that Andy had provided us with for this mission. Andy had moved the satellite so that it was almost directly overhead and all of our communications were bounced back and forth at a bird in about an eight hundred mile high orbit. That may seem like a low altitude for a satellite, but by having it close to the earth we had very little lag time between messages. Conversations were able to be carried out as if one was facing the person to whom he was speaking. If we had used the commercial satellites we would've had a lag time of as much as three seconds between the parties speaking.     As quickly as the squad leader reported their position above the camera's angle of view I would reactivate that individual camera. I carefully studied each screen to make sure that there were no lagers behind that would be seen by the monitors. Once satisfied that all was clear I would move to the next camera and did this in order until all the systems were back up. The electric fences had been deactivated and the motion detectors had been shut down as three hundred heavily armed soldiers made their way up the mountain into the compound.     All of my forces were inside and were making their way to their individual targets when an enemy soldier stepped out of a restroom to come face to face with one of my men. Both men were startled, but my man was prepared. The enemy barely got out a shrill cry before his life drained through the long gash in his throat. That short cry was heard by others and the alarm went up for the fighting to begin. The gunfire echoing through the hallways of the compound alerted everyone around that there was danger in the halls, there was no hiding anymore, and no going back.     I had joined the fighting and had killed at least four men when I heard a call on my soundbud that five of my men were trapped in blind hallway. I rushed back to the communications room and located those men and was in the midst of giving them directions to safety when I experienced the worst pain of my life. I lay on the floor as I tried to recall what had happened to me. I was vaguely aware of the door behind bursting open and the sound of multiple automatic rifle fire. I felt as if I was being kicked by a mule, directly in the small of my back then I lost consciousness.     When I awakened Andy was sitting next to me sound asleep, he was holding my hand. I could hear the roar of large aircraft engines through my quasi-dreamlike state. I tried to move, but found myself in a full body cast. I tried to transform my body when Wes's mind touched mine and told me to lay still. He told me that my back was broken in two places and if I should try to move then I could cause permanent paralysis, or even death. He told me that we would be landing in Liverpool, England in about ten minutes where my wife and children were waiting to join my for the final leg of my journey home to Tucson.     I felt a woozy feeling pass through me. Wes told me that a doctor had just ordered a sedative, they wanted me to remain comatose until I was placed in traction in a VA hospital in the states. As I drifted out again Wes's reassuring voice told me that I would be at Aqua Caliente in a few days.     The waters of Aqua Caliente did little in the way of healing my broken body. It has been a year now since my injury and I have taken five trips out to the hot springs. My body is solid and strong, but my back is not functioning. The bad effect of the spa has shown itself in that my body appears to be that of a fifteen year old boy. It was decided to quit the trips to the waters. My wife and sons moved with me to Oklahoma to live in a three thousand square foot cave house. We return to Tucson and the school there as often as we can. Boys from the European schools spent their holiday at the camp. I enjoyed having them near me, but I was unable to play like I usually do. All of us are looking forward to the Christmas holidays of 2013. We will keep you in our thoughts and prayers as we ask you to do the same for us. Carl Dickson and family. So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com PREVIOUS    HOME    NEXT NIFTY needs your support to keep these pages going for your pleasure. Please donate any amount. You may use this link or donate direct to NIFTY to support their fine work. 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