Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 16:09:15 -0500 From: kyle garter Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 1 All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my first story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. Witness Protection Chapter 1 I'm Jack Granger, a 28 year old US Marshall with the Witness Protection program. My job entails keeping folks safe. Most of these folks have witnessed some kind of crime, and we keep them safe before, during, and after they testify at trial. Many times we have to deal with deadbeat criminals that want to kill our witnesses. In order to keep them safe, we have to create new identities for them and move them around the country. It is an exciting job, but also an intense and often dangerous job. I excelled in college, both academically and athletically. I was a three-year letterman on the water polo team and ranked near the top of my class. Coming out of college, I was recruited by the US Marshall Service. I liked the idea of helping others, so it was a natural fit. After 18 weeks of a very intense basic training regimen, I made US Marshall and got assigned to field work helping redirect lives and protect civilians. I love the challenge and constant uncertainty of my job. One day I am establishing a family with new identities in Kansas, and the next day I am protecting a witness in court in New York City. The idea of going to an office and sitting behind a desk every day never appealed to me one bit. My fiancee Heather wants me to leave the US Marshall Service once we get married. She wants me home every day to focus on our lives together and eventually our family. I understand her need for stability and me being out of harm's way, but at the same time I love my line of work. Luckily, I still have fourteen months before the wedding to focus on my career. On Tuesday morning, my boss, Joe Statten called me in and said I was off to Louisville that afternoon to pick up two boys that had witnessed their father kill their mother. The father was still at large, and I needed to get the boys into hiding. I'd be in charge of transporting them and would find out the relocation spot when I arrived in Louisville. Standard operations... I arrived in Louisville and went to Police Headquarters for my briefing. The murder had been a particularly grizzly one, and the child psychologist was still dealing with the boys. An update revealed that the father was still on the run. The boys had escaped to a neighbor's house before the father could do them any harm, yet he knew the boys were witnesses. The father had left a suicide note at the scene detailing the plans for a murder-suicide for all of the family. Now, the boys were witnesses and witness protection was necessary. The child psychologist called me in to meet the boys before relocation. The US Marshall Service has our own psychology staff that would take over after relocation, so I realized this was just an initial assessment. Both boys were in a state of shock, and both had been crying when I met them. Both realized I was a "good guy" and that I would be protecting them initially. The older of the two was Kyle Bratton. Kyle was 11 years old, around 4 and half feet tall with blonde hair and green eyes. Kyle's brother Jeremy had just turned 9, and he was a smaller scale version of his older brother. I estimated him around 4 feet tall. Jeremy also had blonde hair and green eyes, although his eyes were more bloodshot from crying. I wondered if they could even comprehend that I was there to help them. I could not imagine the trauma they had already been through in this one life-changing day. After a full debriefing by the child psychologist, I gathered the boys up and got a police escort to the private jet that awaited us. They had nothing but the clothes on their backs, and I genuinely felt sorry for them. This was my first "kids only" assignment, and I was not looking forward to the flight. It would just be the three of us in the back of the jet, and I was hopeful they would just sleep. Before takeoff, I called my boss for instructions on our destination. Joe told me that I was taking them to a sheep ranch outside of Laramie, Wyoming that was a safe house. The ranch was for sale, and the US Marshall Service was using it intermittently. I relayed the destination to the pilots before settling in with the boys. Both boys were stoic as we settled in. Neither had ever flown, so I ensured they had their seatbelts fastened. I was hopeful that the thrill of their first flight would help mitigate some of the pain and suffering they had been through today. Neither spoke while we taxied, but both did look out the windows as we took off. Jeremy started to cry after we were ten minutes out of Louisville. This was not unexpected as he was the younger one. I got up to comfort him and offer him a soft drink. I was not totally comfortable around kids, but did my best to be genuine. I rubbed him on his back until the crying turned into all out sobbing. That got Kyle crying too, and I kneeled between the two and gently caressed both of their backs. Both cried themselves to sleep; I knew they had to be exhausted after the hell they had been through on this chilly April Day. I checked on the pilots before dimming the cabin lights and catching some shut-eye myself. It was 11:30 pm. I usually don't sleep too soundly, but the safety of the plane led me to an unexpectedly deep sleep. I awoke a little after midnight to find Jeremy curled in a ball, asleep on my lap. I held onto him tightly. Looking over, I saw that Kyle was still asleep covered with the blanket I had given him. I couldn't fathom the hell these two boys had been through in the past day. And, I was certainly glad that I was able to protect them and get them to the safe house. I got Jeremy buckled back into his seat before the plane landed at Laramie Regional Airport. We landed in a light snow at 1:30 am, and I retrieved my destination package from a local police officer shortly thereafter. I would get the boys to the ranch and settled in for the night before handing them over to their permanent handler the next day. By the time we arrived at the ranch, it was snowing harder at 2:20 am, and both boys had drifted off again. I made sure the location was secure and then carried them one at a time and got them into their beds. Kyle was heavier than Jeremy, but both were easy to carry. The ranch house was a big house with 4 bedrooms, so I gave each boy his own room. All of the rooms were upstairs, so I felt like we were very safe. I got Jeremy into his bed first. Helping him out of his jeans, I noticed he had the cutest Spiderman underwear, and I remembered I once had a similar pair. I got him tucked into bed, and he whispered, "thank you, Jack." I told him no problem and that he was safe now. Kyle was completely out of it as I got him to his bed. There was no movement, and I realized he had just crashed. I got him down to his white briefs and noticed the telltale tenting of his boy bone. I tried to rile him to see if he needed to pee, but it was no use. So, I tucked him in tightly, and went to my room. I got undressed, brushed my teeth, and got in bed. I was exhausted, but sleep did not come easily. Of all things, my mind went back to Kyle's tented underwear and Jeremy's Spiderman underwear. I remember thinking how weird it was that I was thinking of those things as sleep and exhaustion finally consumed me. To be continued?