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Desc: Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - As St. Mary's Prep prepares to reopen on a new campus with a new dress code, the city of Apertus has become a key link in an international drug smuggling ring with links to Al-Qaeda. The Army and the CIA send a team undercover to investigate. Of course, going undercover at America's first all-Program high school has its advantages.
Corporal Andres Mesa, June 22, 2006
Having just escaped two months being tortured in a basement in Medellin, I was less than eager for my next assignment. Nevertheless, duty called, and I found myself in my lieutenant's office.
"You'll probably be glad to know we found the guy who burned you," he said by way of introduction.
"Would have been happier if you found him two months ago. Was it one of our guys?"
"No, DEA. Looks like Rodriguez bought him off with 20 million and a house in Switzerland."
"No extradition treaty."
"And all I got was a t-shirt."
"Plus a Bronze Star for that escape and the satisfaction of knowing that you helped take down the largest cocaine production facility in South America."
"So you guys raided it?"
"Ginsberg and SEAL Team 7"
"I thought there were only six?"
"Once the Navy found out we had a team of 15 year-old super-soldiers they wanted one of their own. Anyway, we got some documents from the raid and it looks like the coke is being routed through a safe house in a giant nudist camp in Central Florida en route to Europe. We want you to go undercover as a high school student and find the safe house. The CIA has a guy on the scene we'll set up as your contact."
"Why not DEA or FBI?"
"We can't trust the DEA and besides, they don't recruit under 18. The FBI's providing your parents. This is sort of a family operation. Dad and Grandpa run a boat in and out of Matanzas and junior wanted in on the family business, so they've got him doing security for Hunter Weems.
"His dad's running for Governor of Florida and the proprietor of the nudist camp, well, actually it's more of a city. Anyway, the kid's been getting some threats and they assigned this guy to shadow him. We figured that'll leave him enough free time to help you out. Anyway, your contact is Javier Cortez." He began reading off a piece of paper. "He is 16 years old with brown hair and gray eyes, wears two thick gold hoop earrings in the left ear and one in the right, and has a tattoo of a rose on his left hip. Your assignment is to infiltrate the high school, St. Mary's Prep, find the school drug dealer, and trace him back to the safe house. It should be fun; he's gay and single."
"The school drug dealer?"
"No, Cortez. We don't know who the drug dealer is yet; you'll have to do some detective work."
"That sure beats the hell out of Medellin," I responded.
"Or Iraq for that matter. Although I should warn you they've really gotten into the Naked in School Program down there. The school's dress code is nudity at all times starting this year, and from what I can tell people will look at you funny if you wear clothes in town."
"I'll start working on my tan."
"I figured that would make it easier to identify your target. I can't picture a bunch of drug kingpins running around naked. Go ahead and drop by the ordnance office on your way out, they'll get you set up with equipment. You get a few weeks of leave and then we'll fly you out to Florida in time for the new school year."
I saluted and walked over to the ordnance office. The Sergeant in charge looked up at me.
"You're Corporal Mesa?"
"We've been briefed on your mission. It's tricky work designing gear to be used naked, but we've done a pretty good job if I do say so myself."
"To start with, do you have any body piercings?"
"No, why would that..."
"Then get some while you're on leave. This," he held up a diamond earring, "has a GPS locator that we can use to track your movements, and this," he held up an eyebrow ring, "has a camera in the barbell, when you're wearing it, we see everything you see."
"Oh, that's why you..."
"This is a standard issue wristwatch," he continued, "the button on the left activates the laser, the center activates the grappling hook, and the right one is the lock pick."
"What about weapons?"
"We have sneakers with knives in the heels, but apparently this school requires bare feet, so you'll have to make do with a pistol in your backpack."
"That's not going to set off any..."
"Alarms? We've outfitted the backpack with a jamming signal that will defeat any metal detector in the United States or Japan. That's everything, unless there's something else you think you'll need."
"Oh, yes, almost forgot. When you get to the airport, go to garage A, 3rd story, section G. You'll find a black Porsche Boxster with standard intelligence upgrades."
"A 17 year-old driving a Porsche isn't going to..."
"You'll be living in the more upscale portion of the development. Here are the keys."
He dismissed me and I left. For the next month, I wouldn't have to think about a thing to do with the military.