Sword, Shield and Guard - Book 2
Copyright© 2019 by Im Not Telling
Chapter 27
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 27 - You don't have code clearance to read this. It's above Top Secret. If you know about the Sword, Shield and Guard, you've violated statutes that will get you tossed into a deep, dark hole in some black site. You've been warned. This story should never have come out. The author who wrote it is missing. There's sex, violence, adventure, politics, the President is involved. I shouldn't have said that. This is the second book. There are men approaching my house with guns. This is the end. Shit!
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Military War Workplace Incest Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Politics Violence
Jason hung up and hit a speed dial number. His mind was racing. First California, now here. Were they connected, or was this an entirely different situation? They did seem less sophisticated, using rocket launchers to take out the police vehicles. It was almost as bold as those responsible for California. Either possibility and the use of the rockets opened the door for the police to call him and ask for help. “This is Jason Myers. Authorization four one seven alpha one. I need teams three, four, and seven with AS4. Full load. I will be at the south lawn landing. Use landing authorization red twenty-one.”
Jason was on the run, and some who saw him moved. Others he shouted at to move or pushed through and kept going. He didn’t think there was that many staff so late in the night. Still, he didn’t have the time for apologies. The one thing that would hold him up was the security checkpoint. He didn’t want to hurt the guards, and he didn’t have time to stop. What was unexpected was Agent Wright waiting. Jason blew by him and the two security officers. “No time, Agent.”
“What the hell is going on, Colonel? I just got told we have incoming military aircraft. One authorized to land on the south lawn. Only the Knighthawks are authorized to land there. And there is no reason for them to be coming when the President isn’t here. I suggest you take the time.”
No other security was around so either Wright must have waved them off. Jason wasn’t complaining. “And there is no response from Airforce defense. Which they would if they determined there was a threat, President or not on location,” Jason pointed out as they ran out onto the lawn. A very large helicopter was touching down. “Go back and deal with the messenger Agent.”
Wright paused to stare. He had seen helicopters this one was different. The double propellers said it was a Chinook but it was longer and taller and the coloring said camo but was jet black. Jason was ahead and Wright sprinted to catch up. He made it to the aircraft’s steps grabbing the hand guide. He was looking up at the two attack helicopters hovering above.
“Agent, I got two suggestions. Back off and get down or get on. The down draft of the blades is enough to toss you across the lawn, and I’m certain you will not come out of it unscathed,” Jason shouted over the helicopter noise. Wright only heard to get on and barely did before the stairs and the door closed.
Jason had already vanished into the craft, but Wright made his way in. There were men and women all over, busy moving around preparing. He found Jason up one level at a station of computers. Wright stopped and tried to catch his breath as he looked around. Just ahead and down, he saw a group of both men and women gearing up. None of them seemed bothered by getting naked around the opposite sex steps away or even noticing it.
“Make sure we have total sat coverage of the area. Warn our escort that rockets have been used, and it’s unknown if they have more. Have escort one go here,” he tapped the screen, “and start a counterclock patrol inward to the site. Escort two can go here,” he repeated the tap, “and elevate three hundred feet above and start clockwise and moves in. Weapons hot. We don’t know what resources they have at their disposal, so they are to monitor air and ground. Make sure the AF is kept updated in case we need one of their fast flyers. Use discretion, but if they take fire, they are authorized to return it. Have team seven drop here and team four on the turnaround here.”
He tapped the screen map in two spots. “Make sure all units have on their transponders, and both escorts and all teams have the frequencies. Have PD clear out this area for a landing site.” He pulled out his phone and then opened a file. “Monitor this frequency. Anything comes through patch it to me immediately.”
The young man he was talking to was tapping at his keys as Jason talked. “Colonel, we have two SF in the area, requesting to join in. They are geared up and waiting to go. Three minutes to the site.”
Jason nodded and stood straight. “This involves one of theirs. Tell them welcome and go do what they do best. Get their gear list. If they have transponders, put them into the database and relay their transponders to everyone. Make sure they have ours. If not, relay coordinates so they can meet up with teams. The team leads can take additional transponders to pass along. We don’t need friendly fire on top of everything else.”
Jason debated the use of the attack helicopters. He didn’t want a repeat of California where they were caught with their pants down. He went with the better safe than sorry. Wright had finally caught his breath and followed Jason when he headed forward and down to where the others were gearing up. Jason started searching the rack of uniforms.
“Well, Agent Wright, we have a few minutes.” Jason shifted a parachute from the bench, noting Wright’s apprehensive look at it.
“What the hell is going on, Colonel? How is it this aircraft was able to get authorization to come even close to the White House? And attack helicopters are never authorized.”
“We have a situation, and it was necessary. Though not common, there are authorizations for added aircraft to be used for security concerns. Anytime we are at condition orange all flights with the President have an added armed escort, even if you don’t see it.” Jason stripped down though only to boxers to Wright’s relief. “Washington police have an unknown group. At least eight individuals with heavy arms. Including rockets which they have already used. They have asked for assistance.”
“And you brought out this? You have enough armament in here to equip two squads.”
“Four, actually, with a few things to spare. Usually, there wouldn’t be more than one, but the circumstances warrant more. This aircraft is an aircraft version of a SWAT command vehicle with a military flair.” Jason dressed and pulled out a combat vest and then a combat holster before moving to the rack of weapons. A sergeant came by and took the helmet from him. He used a small device on the side. He did something with the device buttons. When he handed back the helmet, he also gave Jason the device. “You have six more transponders, colonel.” Jason nodded as he holstered one revolver in the thigh hoser and a smaller one in the vest after loading each and taking extra magazines. The Sergeant looked at Wright. “What about him, sir?”
“Good question, Sergeant.” Jason leaned on the rack, sheathing a knife. “I won’t say he’s coming along. The last thing I need to do is explain to the President how her Secret Service head got injured or killed. However, we don’t turn down help when it’s available.” Jason pulled down one of the new XM rifles with a night vision scope. “Back to two choices, Agent. Seats in the front, sit and stay out of the way, or gear up and join the party.” Jason pulled out five of the weapon’s preloaded magazines and slid four of them into vest pockets, using the fifth to load the weapon. He looked at the countdown on the front wall. “You got two minutes to choose.” Jason picked up the parachute. “You can join us in the assault vehicle if you decide to join,” he said as he tossed the chute back into the rack it belonged in. Unless you want to join the drop teams.”
Jason went back up to the computer station. He did look back and see Wright changing while the Sergeant was pulling weapons for him. Not surprisingly Wright opted to take a P90. The service started using them last year or so. The Sergeant explained the helmet when the clock hit thirty seconds.
It wasn’t easy getting into the vehicle with the tight fit, but everyone got in. Jason was the last in and sat in the back with Wright and eight others.
Wright only realized that they were still in the air when the driver gunned the accelerator, and they drove out of the back. They dropped fast. The driver watched an altimeter and timed the chute deployment. To land with precision, the chute had to open when it was near the ground. It was a chance that if it didn’t open, they would hit at terminal velocity. But that was rare, and the parachutes opened, and they slowed. The driver was good, and they hit the ground with their wheels spinning. They didn’t go far, stopping about a hundred feet.
Wright, though pale and sick-looking, got out with everyone else and looked around.
“Okay, everyone, we got about five blocks to cover. Local PD knows we are here.”
Jason checked all his gear as Wright stopped at his side. “Why bring in the vehicle if you’re not using it?” he asked, though slightly grateful that they had.
Jason stopped what he was doing and pointed to the back, where the driver and a sergeant were opening the back doors. Wright went back and looked. “The major and private will be here monitoring and relaying,” Jason said as he walked back. Others were now helping as they began setting up the equipment.
Jason tapped the p90. “Check your gear,” he told Wright and then stepped away. “Who’s on base security?” he asked. A man and a woman half raised their hand. “Agent Wright, you can stay here with them or move ahead with the rest of the team.”
Wright realized what Jason was doing. And stiffened up. “I’m in all the way, Colonel.”
Jason nodded and tried not to look disappointed. He had hoped Wright would stay behind. “Our job here is to help clear the area for the city PD. Remember, there may be civilians here. Relay to locations, and PD will move in to get them out. As always, use caution as we are not certain who the bad guys are. We have members inside as well. Encounter them and tag them if needed. Teams seven and four are taking the high road. We will take the low. Let’s get everyone up and moving, Major.”
Two by two they split off. Wright jumped when the visor on his helmet lit up and a street map showed several highlighted paths, only one was in green.
“Looks like you are with me, Agent. I’ll take point.”
Wright was amazed as he followed Jason and the movements of points along the other paths. “This is amazing tech. I didn’t know it existed.”
Jason kept going. “It doesn’t.”
They moved inward and searched the main entrances for any entry but kept going when they saw nothing. The LEOs would move in and check each floor. They were halfway in when the SF team joined up. It only took a minute to get them tagged and moving.
They had come in a short distance from where PD had taken fire and Jason looked around. Except for a few civilians with kids they had no encounters. Jason was looking at the warehouse with digital binoculars. As he scanned the area, the other units started to appear.
“There are eight on the roof,” came a voice over the radio. “Sniper on each corner and heavy in the middle of each wall. Night vision gear is in play. Only one exit to the rooftop.” There was a brief silence. “There is a missile launcher in play. Unknown manpower or operation. It’s left of the helipad and under a net. Judging by the size, it may have long-range missiles.”
“Any signs of others?”
“Negative Colonel. No sight into the building.”
“Opinions?”
“They are an immediate threat to any that approach. All lines are covered. Hold a moment, Colonel. We spotted something. Third-floor center window.”
Jason looked and mentally kicked himself. Trace did most of his work at home but the warehouse was run by former military. He didn’t think any of them would be there so late but the glowing picture of a bulldog with a sword in its mouth and a shield on its collar said otherwise.
“Switching frequencies,” he called out. “Four one seven nine,” Jason said as the frequency of his radio changed.
“Foxtrot omega strike November, go,” came a response.
They needed shorter codes. “Numbers?”
“Ten. Two have been captured. The remaining are armed with grenades, small arms, and various assault weapons. Explosives had been placed at the rear and back doors but have been disabled.”
“Status?”
“We have one down, two missing, and five in location. Half basic load.”
“Condition of down?”
“Moveable if necessary.” There was a pause. “Be advised they are looking for something that was sent here. Since they are still looking, I am guessing they haven’t found it. Databanks and computer access are disabled, so they need to be searched physically.”
“Copy. Possible imminent threat with rooftop missile battery plus eight, two heavies. Unknown if the battery is operable or manned. Can you make it topside?” he wanted as little bloodshed as possible, and dead men tell no tales.
“Affirmative. The rooftop is accessible from this floor. Three minutes.”
“Copy. Switch to frequency six one four point two one eight. Call sign Bulldog. Hold at the rooftop exit.”
“Confirmed. Switching to six one four point two one eight.”
Jason waited for a second, then switched back. “New assets in play, call sign bulldog, unmarked inside. Moving to the rooftop exit. Team seven take out heavies and immediate threat to new assets exit on their mark. Your call Bulldog.”
“Confirmed. In place in one.” It was the longest minute. “Team seven, we are in place. Exit in three two one.”
The shots echoed, and Jason signaled everyone to move out of the building.
“Rooftop secure,” Bulldog reported.
The sweep of the warehouse went nearly strategically well. The teams spread out and each went in. One by one the remaining aggressors were taken down, each choosing to fight instead of surrendering. Jason had them sweep through and called Bulldog to sweep down. They were clear. Unfortunately, only three of the aggressors were alive, barely.
Jason sent a clear to the Major, and they relayed the message to the police command post. They moved up and were situated in the warehouse parking.
The PD came in in a full tactical assault and did their sweep as EMTs took a look at the injured and started removing bodies.
Officers were talking to Jason and Wright as a group of men approached, including the two SF. Both police officers finished their questions and stepped away.
“Colonel, Sir.” The first man saluted.
“You have me at a disadvantage,” Jason sighed as he returned the salute.
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