Mail-Order Bride
Copyright© 2009 by BoonDock
Chapter 54: Int OPS
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 54: Int OPS - Being lonely is a bitch. Rupert has been divorced for over a year and can't seem to manage the dating scene. His daughter pushes him into investigating a Russian Mail-Order Bride site and to his surprise, he is soon busy arranging for the visit of one of the woman he meets online. The story soon descends into a violent confrontation with the Russian Mafia.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow Violence Prostitution Military
The night sounds we're muted by the ear-buds of the tactical radios that Gerrie had devised for us. He had hacked together something for our Android phones from his online connections that was apparently going to be called "Inside Circle" once it went commercial and was based on PGP. All I cared about was his reassurance that it was totally secure and it gave us a way to communicate without any chance of being intercepted. The new Telecommunications Act made it way too easy for officials to tap into normal cell or internet communications, and if officials could do it, it was a small bribe away from criminals getting the same access.
Each of the five of us in the OP were hooked up to each other with secure vii e as well as having access to real-time video feeds from small cameras attached to our helmets. Gerrie and Katie were parked in a Bakkie one street back with a 5ghz Wireless Access Point that connected us all together.
"Topcover, signal test, over," I called, using Daise's callsign.
"Five out of five, mine?" was the reassuring response.
"Fives. Remember you are the cover. Only as a last resort."
"I'll remember that as long as you don't forget to take care. I don't want to lose you!"
"Positive." I knew it was pointless to argue with a woman. If there had been any chance of winning an argument, Daise wouldn't have been on the high point peering through her sights with Alina acting as her spotter.
I focused my attention on the house in front of me, putting thoughts of the two woman into a compartment in my brain labelled "to be dealt with later". I could feel the grin from Johnny at my elbow, without even having to glance at him. He had taken way too much delight in watching my fruitless efforts to dissuade the woman from taking an active part in tonight's activities.