B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 463
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 463 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.
Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Nudism Slow
We were up early I cooked a big breakfast for my mates and the friends that had stayed over for the wedding.
At 07:00 I motioned to Vicky and Lorrie and we went to den and called Andy on the satellite phone. Andy and I had agreed on this time yesterday. We both agreed that the attack would most likely be over by this time.
“Howdy boss, how serious are things?” I asked.
“We started clean up operations at day break. I have wounded some serious, no fatalities thanks to the tools you sent. They have a lot of dead and there are a lot of bodies inside the compound; our marksmen were very efficient as per your request. We are taking pictures of the dead and wounded as you requested.” Andy said.
“Are the wounded able to come back sitting in a G5 or they need cots,” I asked.
I asked that to see if Andy was holding anything back. I knew things he did not.
There are 20 of my men and ladies that have serious shrapnel wounds; there are 5 that are more serious they took bullets through the extremities. As crowded as we are here it would be best that they all go home. I am sending you an attachment with their names and extent of their injuries as evaluated by our medic.” Andy replied.
“I will check to see if the airport is open for business. If it is the 737 is standing by in Angola and will be there in 2 hours or so,” I replied.
“Wow OK I should have known you would plan ahead, I have two leaders bagged, gagged and cuffed for you to interrogate at your convenience,” Andy said to my unasked question.
“10-4 Boss I will call you with an update in a few minutes,” I replied.
A quick call to the FAA international flight control center in Virginia and verified that Windhoek International Airport was in full operation.
Lorrie called Cowboy to tell him to proceed on to Namibia. She had sent two full aircraft crews with the plane so it could fly around clock. That was not the only thing sent; seventy seats had been pulled out and replaced with hospital beds and fastened down. The company doc was on board with four nurses and so were the medics from the gym.
There were 10 coffins and a dozen body bags in the cargo hold that no one but Lorrie, Vicky, the plane crew and I knew about that.
I called ambassador Fauntroy; I knew the British also had an embassy in Windhoek and explained my needs. Then I called Ben David and explained the same.
Israel had an outpost as Ben David called it 50 miles south- south east of Windhoek. Close to the border of Botswana and South Africa. Terrorist were involved ivory poaching and diamond trade to finance terrorism in the Middle East by various groups. The out posts were used to flush out the illegal trade and eliminate the traders.
And then the call to Andy, “Boss help is on the way; the 737 will be landing in two hours. They are to call you when they land, the British embassy is sending 4 cars and Israel is sending six; they will be Mossad and will be the ones to take the prisoners to the plane,”
“Place the prisoner’s; double tie their hands with flex cuffs first in body bags to get them out unseen. In the cargo bay there are coffins; leave them in the bags and place them in the coffins prop the lids and unzip the body bags enough so they can breathe,” I instructed.
Then I added, “After you rest, send me complete pictures of the damage including aerial from one of the drones so I can assess what needs to happen to put the place back together again. Then and only then plug in all the servers and cameras to put them back on line.”
“The Windhoek police showed up after the shooting stopped: they are having the bodies carried away. I have crews carry the ones inside the compound outside. I am not allowing the police inside the compound. BJ, I have plenty of pictures and video to send to you of the fighting and aftermath” said. Andy said.
“How do you want me to get them to you? Andy asked.
“Put it in a diplomatic bag and have it delivered to Cowboy with instructions that he gives it only to me,” I replied.
I printed off the list of the injured and asked Ching Lee, Marcy, Lorrie and Jenny to call the families and make whatever arrangements necessary.
I made one more call it was a five party call; the president, Secretary of state, Frank Love CIA and Eric Roberson of the DHS and me with Vicky listening in.
“The battle is over, we won another skirmish. I have 25 wounded and all are in serious condition. My evacuation plane is two hours from Windhoek it was pre-staged in Angola.”
There are dozens if not hundreds of terrorist dead; it is going to be hard to get an accurate count because they were hauling the wounded and dead away during the fighting. You may have to rely on Namibia for a count.”
“Ambassador Reddick has informed me that he thinks the internet and video streams and other communication will be back up in a couple hours. Tomorrow he is to send me a complete picture and video assessment of the damage.”
“I will have my contractor look at the film and give me a professional opinion, estimate and repair time,” I said.
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