An Interesting Year
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Chapter 3
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Dylan Forester breaks up a home invasion in England while visiting his old college roommate and things take off from there. His life is never the same and never dull from then on, whether he's back in New York or elsewhere as events take him places and to new jobs he never imagined. Come along and enjoy what our man gets up to.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Polygamy/Polyamory
The next few weeks were routine with work and my normal workout routine afterwords. I had a gym membership just down the street and also did some martial arts at a studio a couple blocks away. Finally, I jogged each morning early before showering and getting into work before eight. On the weekends, I used a gun range that had combat courses to keep my edge.
I wasn’t paranoid but I kept a close eye on my surroundings as the Weathersby’s hadn’t been given a green light that everything was copacetic in regard to the motive and capture of those responsible for the attacks. Brian had texted once a week like we used to but didn’t have any answers for who and why. I heard nothing from Cynthia and Brian never mentioned her in his text either.
At work I spent more time and energy on learning everything I could on more serious hacking and penetration attempts on top of my regular job of ensuring all the firewalls were safe and that employees were trained on phishing and other methods to get into the system. I took a few more online courses from known experts and added the certificates to my employee file through HR and onto my resume. I put more hours in at work to show my dedication rather than just leave after eight hours.
About a month after I came back, I got a call from Brian while I was still at work.
“Hey Brian, how are things?” I asked.
“Hi Dylan, things have gone public over here, specifically the two attacks,” Brian answered. “I wanted to call you to warn you that your name was mentioned in the police reports and then in some articles and newscasts that came out today, though we thought we had it quashed.”
“Wonderful, should I expect reporters to be hounding me? I asked. “Was my address or job given out?”
“Only that you live in New York,” he replied. “They have all the details so it’s playing up as a major terrorist attack on a noble family with you saving the day. I’m sure they’re going to try to hunt you down so be careful and vary your routine and your way in and out of buildings, and so on. I’m sure you know better than I do what you is needed.”
“Yeah I know what to do,” I said. “Any luck finding out who did this and why?”
“MI5 thinks it’s a disgruntled business rival of my father but whoever did it covered his tracks really well and the men that you captured aren’t talking,” Brian responded in disgust. “There are probably ten companies or countries it could be and a few of them aren’t friendly to us or the West in general. “You’re going to be on their radar as well so be careful. My dad told me to tell you that he can pay for some security for you if you want it.”
“Tell him thanks but I’ll handle it,” I replied. “Any other good news?”
“No, we’re still where went to since this went down and now we’re going to be restricted even further now that’s it’s out,” Brian stated. “Good luck Dylan and I’m sorry you’re all caught up in this.”
“No good deed and all that,” I replied. “Good luck to you and your family.”
“Thanks Dylan, talk to you later,” he said before hanging up.
“Wonderful,” I said to the air as I put my phone down before I threw it across the room.
I went online and found the story at more than one paper and on news programs in England. As Brian had mentioned, my name was given as the rescuer for both attacks and that I lived in New York. Since I lived in Brookyln and my job wasn’t mentioned, I should be good for a bit. I didn’t have a hard line phone at the apartment so I shouldn’t be getting any calls or be tracked that way. My family, what remained of them, were back in Montana so that was another non-starter for everyone.
The US news hadn’t picked up on it yet after doing a quick scan of the normal outlets in New York and the country so that was something. I debated what to tell the company and decided not to say anything until it looked like the gig was up.
I stayed late working on another course I was taking and then checked the cameras I had access to at the front of the building, the lobby and the back and saw no one hanging around with a camera or a video crew. I packed up and slung my bag over my shoulder and left by the back entrance. I took the long route to find a cab stop and had him drop me off a couple blocks away from the gym. I spent an hour pushing and pulling iron before having a quick shower. Along the way home I picked up some tacos at a small restaurant and then slipped in the back entrance of the apartment building. I used the stairs to the fifth floor and peeked out of the door to see the hallway empty. I was inside the apartment with the deadbolt and chain on the door fifteen seconds later.
I ate my food while checking out the stories in England in more detail. I was glad to see that nothing about the women being attacked was noted in any of the stories. The news and the gossip shows made a big deal about the attacks and how they were foiled with many terrorists shot dead and others captured with only original security personnel being killed first. They were happy to report no casualties to the Earl’s family, showing the pictures of all of the couples and then Cynthia and Brian. The family had yet to put out a statement and had not been found as time of the airing or printing.
For the next couple of days, I varied my routes, kept to the shadows and out of the public eye as much as I could while still going to work, the gym or studio and jogging in the early morning. Friday afternoon, as most of the team had left for the day, the front desk in the lobby called up and told me that two gentlemen were there to see me.
“Who are they?” I asked as I pulled up the lobby camera.
“Don’t know,” the man admitted before he asked the pair. “Who are you?”
“FBI agents Clausen and Gaudreau,” they said and I watched as they flashed their badges.
“What the hell does the FBI want with me?” I asked.
“Don’t know, I’ll ask,” the attendant said before asking.
“It’s confidential, I suggest Mr. Forester comes down to talk to us,” one of them said.
“You hear that?” the attendant asked.
“Yep, tell them I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I told him. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he replied before I heard him repeat what I said before hanging up.
I called up the local FBI headquarters and asked if they had two agents with their names and if so, what did they look like, while I was also using my source to confirm what they said and what I saw.
Both entities came back with the same description for the agents so I packed up my stuff and went downstairs. I booked one of the small conference rooms off the lobby when people didn’t want their guests to come upstairs.
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