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The Missile 3

Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master

Chapter 6: Organization is Good. Getting it is Hard.

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: Organization is Good. Getting it is Hard. - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   GameLit  

That was about it for Mom’s interrogation. She knew something had happened, but I was 16 and Nell was ‘of age’, and she just didn’t need to know. As long as neither one got pregnant before Cindy and I were married -when we were 18- there was no harm, no foul.

I did call Mrs. Bellini and ask if Mr. Jeffreys had called to set up a training class this weekend. Yes, he had. It was scheduled for 1PM on Sunday, and the expected participants were my crew and ‘any New Class Hunter’ who wanted to attend. I told her I’d try to get the word out about it.

Hmmm. The ALPRA website had a Communications office under the PR department. I called them. Another nice older lady answered. I explained who I was and what I was trying to do, and mentioned that Jim Milton had told me that he’d get me access to ALPRA’s database of Weapons so I could send emails to relevant people without blasting everyone.

She told me that that was possible, but she didn’t know if it was allowed, and asked if I could hold for a few minutes. I figured that she was calling either Jim or the Admin office to ask about me. It was more than a few minutes, but I was fine just lying back on the couch and dozing to their hold music.

When she came back, she apologized for the hold, saying that she had started the day with the full expectation of not learning anything new today. She laughed and told me that it was less than an hour away from quitting time, and she’d been fine until I called and ruined it. She had learned that not only did ALPRA have one of the “New Class” of Hunters as an employee, but it was my job to do what I was asking for so she needed to be as helpful as she could be. In this case, all she could do was transfer me to someone who could help me.

The lady I got next wasn’t with ALPRA, she was with the state IS department and she maintained the ALPRA databases for them. She said there were three different ways to do what I wanted. I could troll through the database -or she could do it for me- and collect all the email addresses, then send them all emails from myself. Or, I could flag them all in the database and have ALPRA send an official email saying whatever it was I wanted to say to all the flagged records.

The right way, though, was to construct a mailing list, then send my email to their server with some codes that said “Send this email from ALPRA to everyone on this list”. That was the best way, as people could be added or removed from the email list fairly easily.

Okay, I knew a little about databases. “Do you have an email list or a selection rule for ‘All New Class’ people, all the people who got weapons on August first?”

“Not at the moment, but that’s easy enough to set up. Actually, making it a rule is easier than maintaining an email list. I can do that. What else?”

Well, I needed someone to show me how to send an email to the server that it would resend to everyone on that rule. She said she’d make the rule and then send instructions on how to use it before she left for the day.

I told her that was awesome. Next, we were setting up training for the ‘New Class’ Weapons, so of course I wanted to send them all an email telling them about it. I had no idea how many would show up, though, so if turnout was low I wanted to expand it to others. Actually, we should just do both and split the class into two sections if we had too many people. Did their database have a way to flag people by their class? We were teaching how to fight with a staff, and we wanted to invite all Alabama Hunters who had a staff as their weapon. Basically, that was the Mages and the Healers.

Last, I had just realized that we should have a third section for people who didn’t actually have a staff, but they could use a staff if they wanted. Everyone with a spear, or a pike, or even the ‘brawlers’ who didn’t get a weapon and the archers who did get a weapon, but needed something for close-in.

Did their database support that? She said ‘not directly’. However, if I could spend some time working with her, we could add fields and populate them until the database could do what we wanted. Could I go to Montgomery some time and spend a few days working out what we needed? Then, she could make it happen.

I had to laugh. “Ma’am, I’m going down to Montgomery in a couple of days to get my picture taken and get my state employment ID. I can’t stay there, though. I’m still in school and they want me back the next day.”

“Oh, right, you’re 15.”

“Well, I’m 16 now, but yes I’m still in high school and they want me back in class.”

“Maybe we can work on it remotely. I’ll talk to the management and get you access. It’ll be read-only, though.”

“That’s fine. As long as I can see the data structure and the actual data, we can work out how to add what we need.”

“That’ll work. Oh, and Mr. McGowan? I’ve been working as a DBA for almost 25 years. I know database management. I don’t, however, necessarily know what the data actually means. If you’re a Hunter, you understand this. And, you clearly understand database management concepts. If you want a job here when you graduate from high school maintaining the ALPRA databases, you’ve got it. You’ve already passed your hiring interview. You just need to be 18 and a high school graduate.”

“Any idea what it would pay?”

“Right now, you’d start at $65K. You won’t stay there long, though. If you came to work tomorrow, you’d have three people with college degrees working for you. They can perform any maintenance function I tell them to do, but they have to be watched because they don’t understand what they’re doing. They just do what they were taught. Just as soon as you prove you’re not an idiot you’ll move up. I’ve got positions I can’t fill because all the applicants are idiots.”

“That’s scary.”

“It is absolutely terrifying. Believe me, we do good backups. And we’ve needed them more than once.”

“Okay, I’ve got to go. Thank you for your help, and I’ll ask my parents if $65K is good.”

“Please do that. I’ll get your rule set up and send you the instructions. And don’t be a stranger!”

“No, Ma’am.”


Mom was listening in, of course. “Did you just get a job offer for $65K a year?”

I just nodded.

“Doing what?”

“Helping the great state of Alabama maintain their computer databases.”

“Can you do that? Don’t you need a college degree?”

“You need several things. You need training on database management. You need to be able to think. You need to be trustworthy. Apparently, the ability to think is the hard part. I can get the training. She says I’ve already passed my hiring interview, just by the way I understood what I was asking her for. All I have to do is prove I’m not an idiot and I’ll get promoted.”

“Would you be happy, sitting in an office all day, staring at a computer screen?”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I can stay part-time and just work when they need a developer.”

“You’ll have to talk to your two wives about it, too. It takes money to run a household. Children take a LOT of money!”

“I know, Dad used to call us the two ‘money pits’.”

Okay, what was I supposed to be doing? My homework, I had to get that done. That reminded me of the PE exemption form, so I got it and gave it to Mom. “Here. Since I fight giant raccoons and centipedes, I don’t have to do PE any more.”


We had dinner before I finished my homework, and I had to get back to that before I could do anything fun. Eventually I got to look at my email. Once I’d gotten rid of all the garbage, I went and looked at all the ‘please sell me a giant raccoon paw’ emails. I’d put them all in their own folder. There was one...

There it was. Some doctor claimed to be working for UAB’s huge hospital and wanted to examine the paws for biota, to see what germs they had in the dirt, on their paws, and in their bloodstream. They would pay more if they had NOT been cleaned yet. That sounded like a reasonable request, and I could deliver them when we drove through Birmingham in a couple of days. He had offered $25K for any one, or $55K for both a front and a back paw, as long as they were complete with claws, blood, and Portal world dirt.

I honestly had no idea if that price was fair or not, but I was afraid that other Divers would bring back enough stuff for the prices to drop and I wanted to make the sale while I could. I replied to that doctor and said I could deliver two complete dirty paws to UAB’s hospital this week if he still wanted them.

I figured I could mention at the turnover that I also had some giant centipede legs if he wanted them. $10K apiece? I could sell those to a lot of people. That would get me $170K if I sold them all, and I had no reason to keep any of them.

I was sure I wanted to keep at least one raccoon paw, though. Those were true honor trophies, taken from an opponent I had killed while it was trying to kill Cindy. Which one? The front paws were smaller, but had longer and sharper claws. The back paws were larger and had thicker claws but they weren’t as long or as sharp. It was worth keeping one of each, if I could.

I also sent a text to Jim, asking if ALPRA still wanted any of the body parts. I was selling them, if ALPRA or USPRA wanted them. At the moment I had four paws and 17 legs, but others had them too and people were offering stupid amounts of money for them. I was about to sell some to UAB’s hospital if it didn’t fall through. Did ALPRA have any way to manage that?

I was about halfway through typing all that on my phone’s tiny screen when I realized that it should have been an email, one that I could keep my ‘sent’ copy of as a reference. Oh, well, I hadn’t said anything that could be taken as a promise.

He replied to hold off on that, he needed to check some things. I figured that was a polite way of saying “I don’t know if you can do that”.

I was about to go to bed when I got an email from ‘Georgina.Ahern’ at IS.Alabama.gov with instructions for sending an email to ‘Redirect’ at the same email server. There were specific key words that would let their servers send out an email which would claim to be from a phrase I could choose like “ALPRA New Class Training” and go to everyone that fit a particular rule named “ALPRA.Weapons.<this year>”. It gave the name of the rule she had set up which selected everyone who had been awarded their weapons this year from the database table that listed all of ALPRA’s known Hunters. We could widen or narrow that rule if we wanted, but she was under the impression that simply selecting from this year would do the job. I had to put what I wanted the email to say after a line that said --CONTENTS--.

She also pointed out that she had set up a rule allowing me to do this from my email address only, and using that rule only. Any attempts to use the ‘Redirect’ function from another email would fail, and attempts to use rules like “All.Irate.Taxpayers” would be frowned on. I had to laugh at that.

 
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