Pixy Welding Inc
Copyright© 2022 by Romulus twin
Chapter 27
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 27 - An odd man meets an odd girl half his age. She is taking the same track his life took 20 years ago. It's definitely going to FUBAR his life in unexpected ways.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Workplace BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Size Caution Violence
I-40 East Bound Gunny Björk.
Gunny had spent the first year and a half of her service at the *DLIFLC Presidio of Monterey.
The conversation between Cecile and her mom had her considering a trip to San Francisco for another door decorating party. Cecile was still unaware Gunny understood every word of the conversation.
They stopped over at a camper park on the East side of Flagstaff for the night. She didn’t think a hotel would be wise given what she had heard. A cash only camper park made better operational security. She needed a burner phone as well. The probability of Johns phone being compromised was high.
After setting up, she got her scooter out and did some shopping with Alba while the mother daughter pair reconnected.
Back in Nevada;
John and Mei, we’re cuddled on the couch watching the coming and goings in the park on the security cameras.
Johns phone rang with an unknown number from Arizona.
Puzzled he answered “Hello.”
“Ravenclaw, watch your six tonight. Not just from foreign actors but the US variants as well. Your phone may be compromised, so act accordingly.
He sat up straight suddenly on alert switching to his native **Tsalagi language which he knew Gunny spoke.
After a thirty minute conversation that would leave live eavesdroppers clueless John finally had the relevant information. Gunny then dropped the call.
John got up, went through the pass through and retrieved his sidearm and the communications base unit. He plugged the latter in on the kitchen counter. Hand signaling to Mei, she put on the ear bud and mic. To John’s surprise she began subvocalizing “What’s going on?”
John shook his head and subvocalized “Get the others up, and hand them this gear,” then passed over two of the spare synced units.
John didn’t take his eyes off of the security feed while doing this. Seeing Bill, he told Mei to make sure they were all dressed, then stepped outside to speak to Bill. “Bill, why don’t you come in for a spell, I have some information about those damn litterers you need to know.”
Bill nodded and followed him inside. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the three women in T-shirts and shorts all wired with throat mics and earbuds.
John handed Bill the same gear.
Putting it on, Bill subvocalized “#HMX-1 duty two years at Quantico, so I know what this is and how to use it, so what the hell is going on here?”
All eyes turned to John.
John then said, “I now know what it was about Cecile that got the attention. Her grandfather specifically requested she visit him in China. She was targeted by a certain California senator that saw her and her mother at a campaign event. The Triads joined with the Chinese Secret Police to abduct the girl to feed the senators proclivity for underage girls. They would have blackmail power over the asshat afterwards. The grandfather wws killed shortly after he accepted the money for her.”
John continued “After doing some searching, it was found the Senator was arrested last year after being caught with kiddy porn on his laptop. That porn was produced using a younger Cecile. Obviously Cecile witnessed that, but she also witnessed the piece of shit watching live at one of the tappings. As we understand it, there was a kill order out on her to get rid of the one living piece of evidence. However, the triad task with killing her got greedy and sold her off the garbage we rescued her from. It was just a matter of time before they came for her.
Gunny knows the right people to contact. While we sit here, she should be meeting one such U.S. Marshal in Flagstaff.”
John turned to Bill “I asked you here as until the Marshals dig their claws in, there is a potential for more littering in your park. Depending on any remaining friends the asshat former senator has, those could include federal types.”
Turning back to the girls, “Do not openly comment on Gunny and the girls until this settles. Every conversation should be considered compromised unless it’s scrambled like this one is. Even then keep it to a minimum.”
John then verbally stated “Carl called, we have the site back by Monday morning. Given the attempt to blow up the line, no one is to do anything until we get confirmation from Al that there is nothing left stuck in the line.”
Bill looked startled at that and asked “What do you mean by that?
John gave Bill a brief summary of events until current date, and the active parties.
Bill looked at John and subvocalized to him, “What is the range of these coms?”
John looked back at Bill and said “Two miles, why?”
Bill replied subvocally “There’s something I think you should see. If they keep on these coms, it should be safe to bring you along.”
John nodded at that. Then went to the pass through coming back with a Winchester 1300 defender and some shells. He gave them to Pixy and said “Load and keep this handy. Plant anyone you don’t know trying to get in here and keep an eye on the security cams.”
Pixy nodded at that. As John and Bill walked out the door, John grabbed his FLIR camera on a hunch.
They walked to the back of the park, where John saw a long concrete enclosure with a steel gate. Bill turned to John and said, “This is where I lock up campers who are delinquent more than thirty days on payment. It was originally meant to be higher security for richer folks that came through. You may want to consider moving your units here. But that is the secondary reason for bringing you here. That there is the primary reason” Bill then pointed at a dilapidated Airstream camper. The folks that brought this unit in were all wearing headbands like you described earlier. A different girl was dropped off a few days later, she drove off with the truck they hauled that thing with. I gave it more time, but nobody came back, so I locked this up here.”
The description of the guy driving this thing in here sounded very close to the kid John found that day at the pumping station.
Thinking about, John turned to Bill “If the Feds knew about this, they’d be here in droves within hours. At some point, they’ll catch one of those bastards, then they’ll be here any way. You have the opportunity to control the when, and to a degree how it happens.”
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