Maxine Stone's New Life
Chapter 338

Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 338 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Transformation   Prostitution  

The packing was done in a matter of minutes. It was just a matter of the loading a few things into a small lightweight nylon green pack. a spare pair of green camo jeans and a green camo tee went in, as did a couple of pairs of boot socks just in case I had a human partner. It was all about keeping up appearances.

I checked in my storage room and found a dozen of the alum foil pouches of Helen's version of MRE made for Swamp Thing. I much preferred them to the government issue version. I didn't eat for nutrition, since it all got wash away. I had to eat for appearances, since I had some taste receptors, I preferred Helen's, not that it made a hell of a lot of difference. I could eat dog, if that's what it took to keep the illusion alive.

I also loaded the Kevlar vest with the camo cover. It would at least be a nice fashion statement. I didn't really need it, but again it was all about the 'seem rather than be' thing.

I had long ago cut the legs off camo jeans to cover my rifles while I travel. The jean leg was plenty long enough for the reasonably short .22 mag rifle. It looked like a squirrel gun, unless you were the one who got one of the high velocity .22 hollow point rounds in the head. Then you had to respect it. Actually it was the people standing around you, when your head exploded, who learned to respect it.

I had a couple of light weight plastic canteens I added them to the pack as well. It was getting pretty close to being full. With the box of .22 mag ammo, then the 10mm ammo for the Glock pistol, the small pack was pretty much full. I had only one more item important enough to add to the pack. The last thing I added was possibly the most important piece of equipment in a jungle operation. I added one big ass roll of hundred dollar bills.

I couldn't load the thing I needed most for two reasons. The first was that it wasn't a tangible item. The second reason was that I didn't have it anyway. The thing I needed most was intelligence and I just didn't have any. Oh I got the case file which was all well and good. The case file told me the fifth ambassador from some banana republic was involved in the buying and selling of humans. He was supplying females illegals from his country to a gang of illegal cutthroats who were running them in a street operation.

The overhead was very low and the profits all in cash. It was a pretty good deal till some cop decided he was a crusader. His whole family paid. It was a South American kind of warning. Fuck with us and not only do you die, we kill your wife kids and even the dogs. It was pretty effective, since there was very little the cops can do to counter that kind of terror. They got pissed enough to round up all the usual suspects and sweat the hell out of them. There were three men on the hit squad and they rolled over on the Ambassador within minutes. They knew that rolling on him got them a better deal and that the Ambassador couldn't be touched. What they didn't know was that someone with balls had learned how to get things done in prison. All three got shanked while awaiting trial.

The Ambassador decided that he wouldn't fight the order to send him home. No one in the government wanted him killed on U.S. soil, but somebody wanted him killed. It was me or a Commando raid which the U.S. couldn't afford. With me it would look like a rival thug killing.

The plane landed on the grass strip right on time. It was a different plane and a different pilot. The plane was larger than the last one had been, but I was the only passenger. I didn't have to ride in the co-pilot seat though. There were four passenger seats behind the pilot.

I went into power saver mode, since I had no idea what to expect for the next few hours. It was almost dark when we landed on another grass strip somewhere near the Gulf of Mexico. I tanker truck came out to fill the plane with gasoline.

"So what's the plan?" I asked the pilot while they were filling the tanks.

"Beats the shit out of me. Once the plane is filled, we are headed for Texas to spend the night, I think. All I know for sure is I have the coordinates for a strip in Texas, where they say I can make a night landing. I think you change planes there, but hell I don't even know that for sure."

"Well this is a lot of fun, but I'm getting a little antsy." I said aloud. I had been trying to get a message to the controller for an hour or so, s but nobody wanted to answer me.

I really was on my own for some reason. I took stock while the plane flew toward Texas. I had everything I needed to do the job except a target. I had no idea where to find this clown or how to get close to him. If I got to where he was, I supposed that I could gather the necessary information. I could lay in the jungle for weeks gathering intel. It was one of the things I was designed to do.

Of course I would prefer that it didn't come to that. I had too many things I enjoyed more than laying in the rotting undergrowth of a jungle. I know I wasn't supposed to prefer clean sheets to rotten vegetation, but I had the memory of both. I preferred the sheets, thank you very much.

I tried to contact the controller while we flew toward Texas. I had never had a period when I couldn't get in touch with them before. I was left to decide what my next move would be, if I couldn't get any help past Texas.

Surely no one checked people trying to get into Mexico illegally. I would just rent a car and do the tourist bit. I could always drive to the town where my bad guy was supposed to be and just gather information when I got there. One of the big pluses to this change was that over night I had learned a dozen new languages. Any language that had a computer translation program, I could speak pretty fluently. That part of the new me I did love.

 
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