Chapter 19

The following new characters appear in this chapter:

Emery Garland-Holder

Director of the CIA (DCIA), 5’-11’’ tall, 178 pounds, 38 years old, gray eyes, long brown styled hair

Sebastian Stone

Director of Operations of the CIA, a tall older man of about 5’-11 tall, maybe 180 pounds, 52 years old with little remaining hair and hard eyes

Tipper

Sara’s Familiar, a large female cat weighing around 17 pounds, she is yellow with orange stripes and has a long tail

Ariana (Arlene)

Dr. Graham’s Daughter, 5’-7’’ tall, 140 pounds, medium size breasts, 750 years old, shoulder length medium brown hair with just a touch of gray, coal black eyes like her mother

Moninne

Dr. Graham’s Granddaughter, Ariana’s Daughter, 5’-6’’ tall, 130 pounds, medium size breasts, 500 years old, short brown hair, eyes as black as coal

Karl Downing

President of International Copy Services, 6’-0’’ tall, 190 pounds, 43 years old, blue eyes, short brown hair

Christoffer Hohenstein

Chief Printer, 5’-10’’ tall, 180 pounds, 47 years old, hazel eyes, short black hair going gray

Emery Garland-Holder, the current Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, didn’t go home that night. Instead, he remained in his office at the Agency. His large office had an attached private suite with all of the amenities of a luxury hotel room, all except his clothing, which he had never considered it necessary to leave there. He had entertained several young ladies there, whom he had brought in to impress them with his importance. There was also an extensive collection of alcoholic beverages that were kept on the credenza in his office, plus his private stash of drugs that he kept hidden in the suite. Emery had seriously lowered the level of several of the bottles on the credenza during the day as well as breaking into his stash of drugs after the meeting with his Director of Operations that morning. That night he had passed out on the floor in his suite.

His family had made a lot of money through tips from their political contacts. They were also large donors to the political party they supported. Emery was about as worthless as his Father and Grandfather had been, though they had made a lot of money. Emery on the other hand was good at spending money and making connections with people of questionable character. The Family had long been connected to those types of people.

The President had appointed Zero Experience Emery as Director of the CIA, as he felt that he could do the least amount of damage to the administration there. He certainly wasn’t qualified to work as the head of any of the important government departments like State, Agriculture, Transportation, or the Military. The President or his advisors thought that he could be a figurehead there as the organization practically ran itself. Plus the President and the rest of those in the government didn’t know or want to know what they were doing anyway. None of Emery’s connections would do him any good tonight though.

Nick still has the Narrative

Steve, Stewart, Craig and I were up by 8:00 the next morning. I made breakfast while the others got ready for the day. It seems that Emery had quite a selection of razors both electrical and manual plus various types of shaving cream to go with them. The guys tried out a number of them. I still used a regular razor and whatever type of shaving cream was available. I’d been doing this way too long to still be picky.

We were just sitting down to a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast with coffee made from a rich blend that he had here in the apartment when Steve’s cell phone went off. It was Doreen calling.

“We were all alone at home last night with no one to keep us warm,” she started, but Steve interrupted her.

“What happened? Do we need to return immediately?” he demanded.

“No, things are fine now. It’s just that you and Craig are up there, and Keith and Daddy were busy last night,” she told him. All of us were listening.

“What happened last night?” he demanded.

“There was a little problem with the climate terrorists. It seems that some of climate terrorists were unhappy with not only us but with a number of our clients. They came to town a couple of days ago making threats, and last night started trouble in a number of locations across the city. The police had their hands full.

“Those asses started fires at businesses, shot at the police and fire fighters, and destroyed a police car and damaged a fire truck. When they started on a couple of our clients, Keith took a couple of Dragons out to put a stop to all of the trouble. Daddy stayed at headquarters to direct our response. According to Keith, there are nine fewer climate terrorists in the world this morning. He said that they were all wearing synthetic clothing and went up like torches with just a bit of Dragon Fire.

“The Ley Line users also sent out some people and according to the news, they accounted for another four terrorists. We put out all of the fires that we found and restored things as much as possible,” Doreen finished, “But that’s not why I’m calling you,” she added.

“What else went wrong?” Steve demanded, but Doreen went on with what she had to say.

“Since we didn’t have anyone to help keep us warm, we spent much of the night awake. We needed something to do, and Jorani suggested that we look at the documents that Nick had retrieved at the Vargas house. Tell Nick for me, that it took me a while to retrieve them from where he sent them in the Timeless Zone.

“Anyway, we started going through them and discovered that Antonio had quite an extensive file on people who were passing information to the Cartel or doing favors for their various leaders. He had a very complete file on your boy Garland-Holder. It listed a lot of things that they had done for him or his family, and how much they had been paid for information and other favors.

“We sent the file back to where Nick had it in the Timeless Zone, and he can retrieve it from there. A lot of the rest we sent to my contact at the Atlanta FBI office. A good bit of it dealt with the Capo, Guillen. It’s sure to stir up a lot of interest in the various government agencies,” she told him. We had all still been listening, and I retrieved the file from the Timeless Zone. Doreen was correct. Even a cursory look at some of the papers contained enough damaging evidence to send the entire family to jail for a long time.

“So what do we do with this?” Steve asked after we had looked at part of the file.

“That’s a good question. If we give it to the CIA, it is likely to disappear. The same thing with the Justice Department or the FBI. It needs to go to someone who will use it to take the bastards down,” I told them, but wasn’t familiar with anyone like that, but us of course.

“But who?” the others asked, all except Stewart, who just smiled.

“I know one of the crusading national reporters. I met him through Eve, who went to school with his wife. I can pass the file to him. He’ll be glad to put a spotlight on those bastards that won’t be ignored,” he told us. I gave him the file.

“Keep it safe,” I reminded him. It disappeared to where he kept things in the Timeless Zone.

“This just gives us more reason to go after that bastard. Are we ready?” I asked the others.

“What’s the plan of attack?” Craig asked.

“I know a nice quiet place where we can appear inside the guarded area of the CIA’s compound,” I told them before explaining or naming the place.

“A bit of history first,” I told them and began. “In the 1930s, two women, Margaret Scattergood and Florence Throne, bought a house and land in the Langley area of Fairfax County, Virginia outside of D.C. As you can imagine, the area was just countryside at the time. Later, after World War II, the government started buying up land in the Langley area. Some of the land went to set up the new Central Intelligence Agency. The women reached an agreement with the government for their land. They would retain possession of the house until they both passed away at which time the land and house would become the property of the government. The last one passed away in 1986 and the government took control of the house the following year.

“At first, it was used by the SPOs (Security Protection Officers) for their K-9 unit and as a storage and maintenance site. In the early 2000s, the house, often called the Calvert House or the Scattergood-Thorne House, was renovated. The restoration returned it as closely as possible to its original condition, and it is now used as a Conference and Training Center. Much of the time it is unused, and there is no one there. I know about it, as I gave several lectures there during the time that I worked for the CIA. I also left a long term marker in the basement of the house. It’s still active, and we can use it to transfer there,” I told the others.

“After we transfer to this Conference Center, what do we do then?” Craig asked.

“From there, it’s an easy transfer to the Director’s private office. If he isn’t there, we’ll drop in on the Director of Operations and see what we can learn,” I told them.

“And if he is there?” Stewart asked.

“We’ll deal with him as necessary,” I told them, as we prepared for me to transfer all of us to the basement of the Calvert House. Joining hands, I cast the transfer spell. A second later, we appeared in the basement of the house. It was obvious that the others were not impressed with the location, as there wasn’t much to see.

“Let’s go upstairs. It’s much more impressive there, especially the stairs to the second floor,” I told them. The metal door at the top of the basement stairs was locked from the other side, but it presented no problems to us, as I easily unlocked it. The area around the front entrance of the house wasn’t very impressive, but on going around the stairs on either side to reach the porch door, the others were impressed with the fine stairs to the second floor.

On the broad enclosed back porch, we all changed into our Dragon form at the twelve-foot-tall level before I transferred us to the Director’s private office. The office was a bit of a mess, and no one was present, however the door to the suite was open, and we soon found Emery in there on the rug surrounded by empty or mostly empty liquor bottles and the remains of the drugs he had taken. Emery was stone cold dead and had been for several hours.

“A bit of a disappointment,” I said after checking him for a pulse.

“We will require a bit of a change to the operation because of this,” I told the others on standing after checking his cold body.

“The CIA will try to hide the fact that he died from a combination of booze and drugs, and in his office,” I told the others while considering just what to do.

“To counter that, we need pictures, lots of pictures, of his body in this room. They need to make it clear that he died in his office suite at the Headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency. Everyone take pictures from various angles as well as closeups of the deceased. Make sure that your pictures show a lot of the room so it’s easy to identify the location. We need to send the pictures to various media news organizations as soon as we finish here. Also, see if you can get some pictures of his desk with his body on the floor in here in the background,” I directed, and we all started taking pictures, but needed to return to our Human forms first to use our cell phones.

“So, what’s next?” the others asked after we had finished. I thought for a short time before answering.

“I need to talk to the Director of Operations to ensure that he knows what actually happened and why WE are here scaring the hell out of his people. I would like the rest of you to do exactly that. Go into as many places as you can in the next half hour to forty-five minutes and scare hell out of those there. Try not to burn down any buildings or set anyone on fire, but I want them to remember for a long time what a visit from the Dragons is like.

“In the future, I want the old employees to warn the newer ones by saying things like: ‘Yes, I was here when the Dragons terrorized the CIA. They bypassed all of our security arrangements and spread fire and destruction everywhere they went. We have stayed away from them ever since. They are too dangerous to fuck with. Why, the director killed himself rather than face them’,” I finished. “That is the kind of impression I want to leave with them,” I added. The others were smiling at me.

“Sounds like our kind of fun,” Craig said, and the others agreed with him. We all returned to our Dragon Forms then and set about doing what I had requested. I started with the offices of the Operations Department.

The various sections of the Operations Department covered most of one floor in the original headquarters building. I had been in most of them a number of times and appeared in four of the sections first. My appearance was always a shock to those working there. A loud roar would either send them all scurrying away or hiding under their desks. A bit of Dragon Fire would add a bit of smell to things that I set on fire. Things like ceiling tiles, waste paper baskets, or burn barrels for classified material. I especially liked burning classified material, as it made sure that no one took it home.

Having created a sufficient amount of havoc, I turned toward the office of the Director of Operations. There were enough security alarms and fire alarms going off all over this building and others, that I was sure that he would be expecting me.

Sebastian Stone, the Director of Operations, was waiting for me in his outer office when I appeared there. Stone was a tall older man with little remaining hair and he was heavier than when I knew him twenty-five years ago or so. I roared and breathed Dragon Fire on arriving, but Sebastian hardly blinked.

“Who are you?” he demanded in an angry voice.

“You know exactly who I am Sebesty’en Komuves,” I told him using his name in Hungarian. He appeared quite surprised on hearing this.

“There is only one person who ever referred to me like that ... Nicolae!” he said in surprise.

“That’s right,” I agreed but had more to say. “We need to take a little trip,” I told him and cast the Transfer spell moving both of us to the Director’s private suite. Sebastian was shocked at being moved like that, and even more shocked on arriving there and finding Emery lying there dead on the floor.

“Did you...?” were the first words out of his mouth, but he went no further.

“No, this isn’t your style. You would have had him screaming for hours and blood all over the place if you intended to take him out,” he continued after a few seconds. I grinned a Dragon grin.

“You’re right. I would have flayed him alive and hung him up by his intestines after removing his man parts. He would have screamed for a long time before I allowed him to die. He would have answered all of my questions and truthfully. Not that we needed the information, but it would have been helpful to have corroboration of the information that we had already obtained independently. The Dumb Shit took the easy way out,” I told a not very shocked Director of Operations in a disgusted voice.

“I know that you and the others in the government will try to conceal the truth about this by sweeping it under the rug. It won’t work. I and the others with me took a multitude of pictures showing him and this suite along with his office. They will be going to the news media as soon as we leave here.

“There will also be an expose’ of the criminal dealings that he and those in his family have been involved in. Additionally, information on the working of the Gulf Cartel has been turned over to the Atlanta FBI already. It deals with Capo Guillen, whom we removed yesterday. All of that is also related to your boy Emery and his family. There is going to be a shit storm over all of this, and the CIA and the current administration are going to take most of the heat, so don’t try to hide what happened here. It wouldn’t look good,” I warned him. Sebastian looked a little green on hearing all of this.

“You had best get your medical people up here and the police to get this cleaned up. He’s been dead for a number of hours, but you can truthfully say that you never checked on him until now,” I reminded him before adding, “don’t fuck with the Dragons. Those who came with me are terrorizing your people now. You really don’t want a return visit from us,” I finished and canceled all of the finger prints and other evidence that we had been here before transferring out of the suite to collect the others and return to Atlanta.

It wasn’t difficult to round them up, as they had pretty much run out of places to appear and spread terror. I did notice that the SPO’s barracks were on fire, but thought they had probably fired at whoever had appeared there, which they would not have taken well, and they had used Dragon Fire to display their displeasure. We all returned to Atlanta together to find out what was going on.

Appearing on the parking lot of Dragon Security Headquarters, I reminded the others of what still needed to be done.

“We need to have Doreen transfer the pictures on our phones to a secure memory backup, and then make CDs of the pictures to send to the various media news outlets. You can choose who to send your pictures to if you have a favorite one, or to one that you really want to upset. Make sure that your name or any information about you is not on the CD when you send it. Computer might be the best way to send it unless you are able to transfer it directly to the news outlet,” I reminded them. We found Doreen at work and explained what needed to be done.

“Not a problem,” she assured us. “I’ll use your Dragon names on the CDs and in the Dragon Language. They’ll never have a clue who the pictures came from. I can also send them from a large server that I have secret access to. They won’t be able to trace that either,” she added with a large grin. I also reminded Stewart about sending the file to the reporter contact that he had. Craig had a question though.

“Do you think that we really accomplished anything over the last few days?” he asked.

“Yes, I do. I don’t know where Vargas got the idea that the Capo in D.C., Guillen, was after him or wanted to replace him, but there are always disputes over leadership among the factions in those types of organizations.

“With his demise, I’m sure others in his faction will believe the same sort of thing that he did. Then with Guillen’s disappearance, and if the FBI makes use of the hard drives that Doreen sent them plus the other information, the other factions will believe that someone, possibly Vargas, sold them out for personal gain or revenge.

“It really doesn’t make any difference to us. We will be able to make the Director of the CIA look bad with these pictures, and Stewart’s reporter friend will be able to make his entire family look really dirty for consorting with people like those in the Gulf Cartel,” I told him.

The downloading of the pictures didn’t take long, and we all told Doreen who to send them to. We were soon ready to return to our homes and wives. She even called ahead to alert our better halves that we were on the way home. I was met at the parking area by Sara who passed me through the Nesting Ward.

On reaching Maddy’s house, I received a surprise when Sara was greeted by a cat that I didn’t recognize. She was her new Familiar. It seems that while we were gone, Maddy had decided to see about a Familiar for Sara. This was something that she had intended to do for some time. They had gone to the shelter, and Sara picked out a cat that appealed to her and that seemed to be friendly. The cat was a large female with a long tail. She was yellow with orange stripes. Sara had named her Tipper, an Irish name seldom used anymore.

Al Junior had initially been upset as he had intended to spend the night with her, but Alva had taken her aside and explained what being a Familiar meant. Later last night, Tipper had joined Junior, and they had both been asleep until I arrived. Sara told me that Junior had been enthralled with Tipper’s long tail. There were also a number of upset Ley Line users in Atlanta since Maddy had used much of the available Ley Line Magic while turning Tipper into a Familiar.

Finally, about two hours ago, there had been a call from Dr. Graham’s office for me.

“What could she want?” Sara asked.

“It’s probably about me donating some of my seed for her Daughter and Granddaughter,” I reminded her. Sara didn’t say anything for a number of seconds.

“Are you still considering doing that?” she asked.

“Yes, I know how they feel. They need a larger family group to keep them from growing inward and resistant to outsiders, or the cares of everyday life,” I told her. She seemed to be okay with that. I called the doctor’s office shortly after that.

“Doctor Graham’s office. How may I help you?” the voice on the phone said.

“This is Nicolae Maier. There was a call from you earlier today,” I told her, as I recognized the receptionists voice.

“Yes, Mr. Maier. The doctor would like to see you when it’s convenient. When would you be able to stop by?” she asked.

“I could come by in a couple of hours. I just returned from a trip out of town and need to freshen up,” I told her.

“That would be fine. Dr. Graham is out of the office presently, but we expect her back shortly,” she told me.

“Fine, I’ll be there in two hours or so,” I told her before disconnecting.

Sara brought Tipper in to meet me shortly after that. She really is quite a large cat at about 17 pounds.

“She’s nearly three years old,” Sara told me, sitting the cat on the floor.

“Is this your male, mistress?” Tipper asked after sniffing me.

“Yes, this is my Husband, Nicolae. He is also the father of my babies,” she told her.

“Yes, kittens! I’m anxious to have them also,” Tipper replied, but didn’t rub herself against me to mark me.

“I need to get ready to see Doctor Graham. I said that I would be there in two hours or so,” I told Sara, as Junior came in and rubbed up against Tipper. He also swatted at her tail and seemed amazed by the way it moved. Shortly, he and Tipper left.

“Are you going by car?” Sara asked.

“No, I’ll transfer. I spent more than enough time there on our previous visit to memorize the entire waiting room,” I told her.

“Don’t be too long,” she said and smiled.

Appearing in the waiting room two hours after my call, I startled the receptionist.

“The Doctor will see you shortly, Mr. Maier. She is with a patient presently,” she informed me on recovering. The nurse appeared a short time later and smiled at me.

“Come right in Mr. Maier,” she said as the woman with her gave me a strange look. She escorted me back to the doctor’s office.

“Mother will be with you shortly,” she told me but didn’t leave. Dr. Graham arrived a minute or so later.

“Good day, Nicolae,” she said. “Did you have a good trip?” she added.

“It was alright, but not entirely satisfying,” I told her, but she had no reaction or questions.

“Have you made a decision on my request?” she asked when I said nothing more.

“After discussing it with Sara, I have decided to agree to your request. When would you like to perform the procedure?” I asked. I heard an intake of breath behind me when I said that, and Dr. Graham seemed to notice that her Daughter was still here.

“That will be all Ariana,” she told her in a dismissive voice.

“Damn it, Mother, I’m seven hundred and fifty plus years old. I’m not a little girl to be sent out of the room while grownups talk about sex,” her Daughter told her in an angry voice. Dr. Graham closed her eyes and took in a long breath.

“No, you’re not. Forgive me, dear, and you will need to help with the procedure in any event,” the Doctor told her before turning back to me.

“Please understand, Nicolae, we have had a difficult time with sex and our last few children. They were all so short lived,” she told me and nodded to Ariana who took up the story.

“My Daughter, Moninne, and I both became pregnant within a year or so of each other, and we both had Daughters again. None of our children have ever lived more than a handful of decades or so before passing away. You can’t know how saddening that is to those with long lives,” she told me in a sad voice.

“Unfortunately, I am all too familiar with the problem and the feelings,” I said interrupting her.

“Yes, you’re right. I forgot just how long you have lived. You look so young,” she continued.

“However, those two resented not only their Mothers, but the one even her Grandmother. They both lived to be seventy plus, and they looked like old women. They resented the fact that Moninne and I both still looked the same as when they were born. They hated us as they grew older. They moved away from us and hated us until the day they passed away,” she finished with a huge sigh.

“God, I want a child who will love me and live as long Mother and you have,” she added and broke down in tears. Her Mother moved to hold her and comfort her, but I stopped her with a gesture, and took the younger woman in my arms.

“I am hopeful that my help will allow you to fulfill that wish,” I told her and held her until she stopped crying and regained her dignity.

“I’m ... sorry. It’s been so long...,” but she didn’t finish.

“Are you able to provide a sample today?” her Mother asked after a few minutes when we had parted.

“Yes, I believe so. I haven’t had sex in the last two plus days,” I told her.

“Let’s adjourn to the procedure room then. Ariana will need to help with the procedure,” the Doctor told the two of us in her most professional voice.

The room that we entered was not what I had expected. I had thought that it would be rather clinical. In fact, it was not. It looked more like a small bedroom except for the stainless steel equipment along one wall.

“This isn’t the usual procedure used in most donation clinics, but it’s the one that we prefer,” Dr. Graham informed me before turning to her Daughter.

“Ariana, strip and then help Nicolae out of his clothes,” she directed. Ariana stripped out of her clothes without a word, and then helped me out of mine. For a woman who was seven hundred and fifty plus years old, she looked very good. She was a bit taller than her Mother at about 5’-7’’ tall or so. She had medium size breasts that were still full and not drooping significantly. Her hair was shoulder length and a medium brown color with just a touch of gray in it. It was her eyes though that were the same as he Mother’s eyes ... black as coal with no reflections in them. Her lower hair had been shaved.

“Please lie down, Nicolae,” Dr. Graham told me, and I reclined on the bed which was quite comfortable while the Doctor removed some containers from a drawer.

In the meantime, Ariana (Arlene in modern English) had joined me on the bed. She started by reaching for my cock which was already hard and at attention like a good soldier. She had applied some lubricant to her hands and started to stroke me. I reached for her breasts and began to massage them. It didn’t take long, and when I was ready, Dr. Graham was there with her equipment to retrieve the seed that shot out of my hard cock. Ariana kept massaging me until they had gotten every bit of it from me. They had both been reading my body with their Talents so they knew when I was ready.

“God!” Ariana said in surprise. “You cum like a horse,” she added looking at the quantity of material in the glass container.

“Thank you, Nicolae. This is enough for both of them to try to get pregnant several times,” Dr Graham told me before adding,” you can get dressed now.” Her Daughter had a different idea, however.

“Oh no, Mother,” she said in a loud voice. “If I’m going to get pregnant, I’m going to do it the old fashioned way, with a man on top of me,” she told her, before turning to me.

“That is if you are able to get it up again,” she said.

“It might take a little time, but I’m sure we can find something to do until then,” I told her, as Dr Graham continued to prepare what I had donated for freezing. Ariana took my hand, and we returned to the bed. She knew just what she liked and how to get it. I had never had sex with anyone this old, and she was very knowledgeable.

To start with, she wanted oral sex ... on her. I licked and fingered her to two screaming orgasms and played with her breasts and nipples. Her Mother had finished and left before the first orgasm. It required some time for her to recover from the second one, and then she started on oral sex on me. She certainly knew her way around a man’s organ and sucked me until I moaned in need.

“Now, fuck a baby into me,” she demanded, as she lay down beside me. I slid into her very wet opening after moving over on top of her. We enjoyed each other for a time, but she wanted me to cum and knew how to get what she wanted. That opening that I had licked and fingered to two screaming orgasms had turned into a vice that massaged my cock, and it didn’t require long before I was ready. She had obviously been reading my body with her Talent, as she took me even deeper into herself just as I was ready, and we both screamed out our joy as I pumped my seed deep into her needful body.