Chapter 5: The Snipe

Agent Webber sat on the bed propped against the headboard watching a pornmovie pulling on his pecker. He was depressed over his new assignment. He didn't think the outcome of the last case he had worked had been all his fault. There was just to much information coming in for anyone to check out all of it.

A well organised terrorist attack involving mutiple hijackings and suicide bombers that was to strike a major U.S. city was beyond belief. Nobody would attempt such a thing. He felt he was right in checking out the more plausible threats.

He could handle being relocated, but to be banished into the backwoods of a hick town was to much for making a small error in judgment.

His C.O had assigned him to his current case to get him out of everyone's crosshairs. He had become a impacted, festering pimple on the ass of the intellgence community and nobody wanted to be around him when he popped. He was closer to his eruption than they knew.

Agent Webber increased his stroking and his breathing had turned into a gasping moan as he shot his load across his bed for the sixth time since he had arrived at his motel room two hours earlier.

He had changed since his arrival in Hickville not so much on the outside where people could see, but inside, where nobody was allowed entry. He wouldn't let anyone see his shame and guilt. He knew he was in control of himself and his case. And nobody was going to take either of those things away.

Ricky stood outside the agent's door listening to the sountrack of the movie. It was to loud for someone who cared about being overheard. He could tell the moaning coming from the room wasn't all in the movie and he had his doubts about knocking. But it had to be done, despite his instincts telling him to walk away. It was his job to get things done. Sometimes he didn't like his job, but nobody was going to stop him from doing it. Not even a big shot F.B.I. Agent from Dallas.

The knock startled Agent Webber. He was off duty and here to supervise procedings in a suspected kidnapping. This was an intrusion on his personal time and the intruder would have to be punished. He grabbed his robe and 9mm glock and prepared to whip open the door and surprise and intimidate whoever had disturbed his playtime.

Ricky wasn't surprised, or intimidated. The smell of cum rushed out of the room and confirmed his suspition of what had been happening inside. He was revolted by the twisted agent who had assumed control of this investigation and had failed to investigate anything as yet. That was about to change.

"Agent Webber, I have a lead on the possible whereabouts of the child. An anomimous caller reported a white van outside of town in the northern most part of our county. The area is heavily wooded and we will need everyone we can spare to check it out."

"Do you expect me, a federal agent, to roam around in unfamiliar territory in the middle of the night looking for a single child that may or may not be somewhere in the area?"

"Yes, I do. We need the extra manpower, and I expect every man able to be there."

"You do not make decisions concerning what is or is not investigated in this case Sheriff. I do. And I can assure you I will not be a part of this wild goose chase."

"I thought maybe your C.O. might like to hear that you've done everything possible to return the child to his parents, and not the other way around."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I am trying to get you to help with the case. If you don't want to help, then at least stay out of the way."

Those were the magic words. Agent Webber could not be removed from a nothing case in nowhere Texas, by a nobody sherrif. He had to take action or be left behind.

"I'll take my own car and when I think the goose chase is over I'll leave as I please. With or without your permission. I'm still in charge here and you're not going to change that. I'll be ready to leave in ten minutes. You can wait outside while I get back into my suit."

"Agent you may want to dress-down a little. The place were going is rough country. There are rivers, swamps, snakes and all kinds of things out there that will either stick, sting, bite, or eat you."

"I'm a grown man and quite capable of dressing myself thank you."

"I just thought it may help."

"Don't try to think Sheriff. It will only give you a headache if you're not accustomed to it."

Ricky held back the punch that would have broken Special Agent Webber's jaw. He found himself alone outside the prick's door and thought," Yeah, you're special alright. I think it's going to be fun getting you out of the way for a while. I just hope whatever it is that bites your ass off doesn't get gas."

Agent Webber promptly appeared, dressed in his suit and tie.

Ricky just looked on in amazement as the agent got into his own car and backed out of his parking spot in front of his motel room and left. He waited until the agent stopped before entering the highway and came back to the same parking space to ask for directions.

Ricky gave the special agent directions, without cracking a smile, to what he felt would be the worst possible place to send such a special person. He hoped it would be the last time anyone ever saw him, and might very well be, if he could convince the agent to strike off on his own to cover more ground.

Agent Webber's buttons were easy to push, if a person knew how. Ricky had been pushing people's buttons for years and he felt he had the agent's number. Sending him into the backwoods of Sulpher River Bottom wouldn't prove as much of a challenge as keeping a stright face. It didn't surprise Ricky when Agent Webber pulled over and told him to lead the way.

The Agent was screwed. He followed Ricky through the twisting turning backroads of a seldom traveled area of the county. Once he was sure the agent was completely turned around he decended onto the dirt roads that petered out into pig trails. After some time he arrived at a little known fishing hole on one of the tributaries of Sulpher River.