Chapter 358: Air Taxi

I should have expected that.

Molly teased me that the girl on the plane is more in danger than April.

“Does your daughter like kids?” I asked.

He gave me a stern look and replied, “She loves them, but I don’t want her having my first grandchild before she graduates college.”

“It is ok. I have plenty of rubbers, but that isn’t why I asked,” I joked and watched the Colonel relax. “I’ve been traveling a lot lately and promised to take my nearly three-year-old daughter with me. If your daughter doesn’t mind holding April and that we can delay the flight until someone can drive April over, I think we have a deal.”

He talked to his daughter first and then introduced me to Winter. I explained about her holding April, who would have a pull-up for the flight due to the distance. She said that was fine with her. Winter even joked that airplanes don’t require car seats, and small children can ride in someone’s lap. The Colonel had to wait on the F/A-18F to land and ensure everything was ready to go, including in-air refueling.

I went in to change back into my flight suit, and Winter followed me in. She locked the door and started to strip.

She gave me a big grin and said, “I want another present today. Today is the day I’m losing my virginity, and you are better than some military brat or guy on the base. You have no idea how wet I am thinking about your sperm swimming after the egg that I ovulated this morning as we fly in a fighter jet to the aircraft carrier my mom is on. I want to feel your juice leaking out and making my panties crusty. We have to wait for your daughter anyway. I stole one of my dad’s flight suits years ago, and I grabbed another one today. You don’t mind helping me out here?”

“So, you want to get pregnant?” I asked.

“Damn right,” Winter replied as she tried to get me naked too. “I stopped taking my birth control three months ago. I have a dozen of the morning-after pills, and if I end up two weeks late, I will take two weeks of birth control at once. Worst case, mom knows many people in Asia with natural methods to take care of unwanted pregnancies. I doubt it will go that far anyway. My other meds all say they are likely to cause problems staying pregnant. To be clear, I have allergies, skin issues, and some nasty body odor that all require prescription medicines to control. I’m not loony in the head. I hope the flight is long enough to remove the soreness from my first time. We will get a dedicated bunk and head for the two of us. Well, it is for me, but that is a technicality.”

My phone told me the ETA for April, so Winter and I fucked until ten minutes before April arrived. Winter was pretty sore, but she came from me eating her three times before we fucked. I gave her a big load of dead swimmers. She wasn’t getting pregnant with my child. I wasn’t going to tell her that fact. Winter pre-prepared her panties with a pad to catch everything that will leak out on the flight. She managed to get her panties on without any of our shared juices leaking out.

When we finished changing, she put her clothes in the duffle bag she already here in the locker room waiting. I put my clothes in the bag that came with my flight suit. Outside we headed toward the plane to store our stuff. The Colonel and Winter were very surprised to see April wearing a flight suit that matched mine. Well, hers was pink with teddy bears.

“We have the same tailor,” I joked, but I saw the Colonel wondering how I pulled off getting April one as well.

I stowed April’s and my gear in the storage area on the side of the plane. Molly brought along Dolly to wait for Poe to get off work and drive her home in my car. They had to stop at Molly’s house to pick up Chrissy anyway. It worked out well for everyone.

I did go over the pre-flight checks with the pilot who flew the plan here. My implant provided me with everything I needed to know about the F/A-18F, but I wanted Winter and her dad to be comfortable that I was doing everything by the book.

“I will call your mom and let her know you will be in the air in fifteen. You will refuel twice in the air before you arrive,” he told us.

Before Winter could get into the plane, a man came running up with a pressurized flight suit for her and some other gear. Once he checked the fit, he helped her get her helmet on. I found out that April’s flight suit was different than the last time. It now had connectors and hoses that had t-connections that would connect to Winter. The people even created a modified harness to strap April to Winter instead of only using Winter’s belts. When both were secure in their seats, April’s helmet was below Winter’s, so it didn’t block Winter’s view.

The Colonel thanked me again for agreeing to make such an impromptu trip with someone I just met in a Navy fighter jet.

“I hope you don’t mind that Winter received an expensive and unplanned present. Can you please let your wife know that there is no point in the brain trusts trying to reverse engineer it?” I told him quietly. “To give you some peace of mind, the suits can, theoretically, provide the insulation needed to do a spacewalk and have enough micro-tanks and rebreather setups for a minimum of ten minutes of air in a vacuum. Did you know that they have champagne in a pouch that is safe to drink in zero-G?”

He was silent for a minute before saying, “Well then, that does clear up a lot of questions that my security clearance didn’t permit me to ask. I assumed you were some lab-designed, off-the-books research project they sent to show up my combat pilots. You wouldn’t be the first I’ve met in my career, though you would be the youngest. I do not doubt that there isn’t a more feared teenager anywhere in the world than you. We all hear rumors that are too far out there to believe. I expected that David Jones to be much older.”

He went to tell her daughter to behave on the flight and not play with any buttons or controls.

“I doubt that Winter will ever use military hardware to bitch-slap a dictator in front of his country and military. Officially, Winter has over a thousand hours of fighter-jet simulator time. The hardware and software require validation testing with each new minor revision. She started using the simulator as soon as she could fully depress the rudder pedals,” the Colonel said. “Unofficially, Winter has just shy of six hundred hours in the co-pilot or trainer seats in various military jets. Technology improvements now permit the remote piloting of some advanced aircraft while still having a live pilot in the cockpit. Since turning fourteen, Winter has flown three hundred hours remotely. Last summer, she spent thirty hours in the cockpit. You are flying a trainer configuration, so Winter can take over if needed. The plane was en route before we knew about the extra passenger. I would prefer that she didn’t take the controls for political reasons and red tape. Now sixteen, she does meet all the requirements for a civilian ride in a two-seat jet that we have for VIPs. We have many ears who needed to hear that it was her first flight in a fighter jet. Technically it is true as she hasn’t flown in this variant of the F/A-18.”

Ok then, we are off into the wild blue yonder. It is fitting given Winter’s father is an Air Force Colonel.

I had myself strapped in, connected to the various systems, and helmet in place before the guy climbed up to make sure I was all set to fly. Once the canopy closed, I fired everything up. Initially, I saw the standard displays I expected based on what the man-in-the-machine put into my head. As soon as I stopped at the location to await clearance to taxi, everything changed.”

“David,” came the alarmed voice over the intercom. “I see something is wrong here. These displays aren’t supposed to look this way.”

I replied, “We just had a software update, it seems. This version provides us much better information than the stock software configuration.”

“Do I want to know how it is possible to have this happen while we are preparing to take off?” she asked.

“Probably not. Enjoy playing with the new information screens and options. On the radar screens, you will now see all aircraft, including those from off-the-books operations. We also now get Satellite radio. April may like some of the popular pre-school kid music channels to drown out the jet engines. It should be off on one of the side screens usually used for selecting munitions,” I told her.

I use the callsign “DJ” when talking to towers and other aircraft, according to my screen.

Once no aircraft were within twenty miles of us, the tower cleared us to take off. The flight plan popped up. It showed airspace restricted to military use only. It had two areas along the way to refuel. The radio frequencies changed automatically to those of the highest importance. Winter seemed very concerned, again, when our flight path took us directly toward Area-51.

“DJ One,” we heard as we approached Area-51.

“Oh shit,” Winter said over the intercom.

“DJ One,” I answered.

They gave instructions to land on their runway. Once on the ground, they had me taxi the plane into a hanger. Inside I saw a nearly identical appearing F/A-18F. The tail number varied by one letter.

As I exited the plane, I saw a host of MPs come out of the woodwork. I ignored them as I went to disconnect April to unstrap her. Only after I had her in my arms did I climb down the provided roll-up stairs. A woman came over, asked me to pass her April, and then ran off toward the nearest bathroom. Winter and I went to use the bathroom and ignored all the people in the hanger now.

I soon noticed the same general who I had met before. Winter ran over to hug him.

“Hey, squirt,” I heard him tell her. “I didn’t expect to wish you a happy birthday in person.”

April slipped out the bathroom door and ran over to have me pick her up.

The general saw me walking over to him, holding April, and joked, “Is this bring your child to work day? I hope not. My kids would kill me if they missed it again.”

“Who knows, it might me. I’m just shuttling Winter to an aircraft carrier bound for Pearl Harbor. April already had a flight suit from her unapproved travel on Christmas day, so I brought her along,” I replied with a laugh.

We were interrupted by a Marine Gunnery Sergeant, who was the one I let play with my energy weapons one of the times I visited here, “Mr. Jones. Your sidearms have a very unusual appearance, and I’ve not seen a flight suit equipped with integrated holsters of that nature. For safety, I will need to inspect them.”

I slid one out and handed it to him.

“I would normally caution you to handle with extreme care, but those will only allow me to fire them. I don’t know how much time we have on the ground. I didn’t expect to land until we made it to our destination,” I explained. “The magazine consists of a power supply, a rubber projectile, and a localized EMP device. My still holstered sidearm replaced the rubber projectiles with projectiles that cause debilitating pain. All are non-lethal. Their delivery system does not penetrate flesh, but it will deliver the payload through anything in between.”

“I like a good joke, sir, but that is impossible,” the gunnery sergeant replied.

Before I could continue, the general said, “From the carrier’s estimation, you have about an hour layover due to severe storms along your flight path. North Korea learned of your flying into the Pacific Theater, somehow. It appears that they aren’t thrilled with you, David. We heard some chatter about preparing to engage you in international waters. From what I learned a short time later, they decided to abandon their scheduled exercises due to the inclement weather. Or that is their spin on it. I think it had more to do with us ensuring that we load out your aircraft for live-fire exercises using their fighter jets as training drones if they decide that wanted to give your skills a test.”

“Thanks, General. If you don’t mind, I think the gunnery sergeant and I need to clarify something quickly. April doesn’t mind staying with Winter,” I told him.

April hopped down, and I followed the gunnery sergeant toward the path I knew led to a shooting range.

“Gunny,” I said to get his attention. “I think we are better off getting away from the hangers and electronics.”

“Our urban training area only uses electricity to control the combatants. You need not worry,” he explained.

When we arrived, I saw that their urban training area was the size of a Super Ball-Mart. The dummies were made from ballistics gel and covered in pig hides for their training to be as realistic as possible. The hides arrived frozen to preserve them until needed. Once thawed, they provided both the characteristic sound of when bullets hit flesh and a distractive smell. Part of the landscape included multiple vehicles that followed a magnetic track under the ground. It let them remotely drive the cars but keeps them from going off course if the remote controls failed.

Once the operators started a scenario, the gunnery sergeant told me to put up or shut up.

“Am I limited to targets in this area, or can I knock some sense into the enlisted guy I saw taking a nap during our walk here?” I asked.

While he thought about it, I used the customized scope to track the dummies in the buildings and cars. I systematically went through the mannequins and then used EMP bullets on two of the vehicles. Once finished, I found that the guy was no longer taking a nap. The place in my head told me the details the gunnery sergeant needed to pull up the cameras and audio in a specific room. When the sound came up, I knew why my implant pinged me to look there.

An officer was going off on three enlisted females.

“Did you ever wonder why they didn’t want women in the military? Because most are dumb bitches that are too stupid to get into college. Each of you is a complete worthless sack of shit. You don’t deserve to be in the military, much less stationed here,” he screamed at them.

I looked at the gunnery sergeant and asked, “Can I give you a more practical example of my handgun’s capabilities.”

“I can’t see how this is possible. That location is at the far end of the base, about a half-mile from here as the crow flies,” he responded.

A guy in a lab coat came over to say, “He hit every target and fried two vehicles. I’m very interested to see if he can produce the claimed results.”

I had the place in my head wireframe in everything between me and the wall in the room behind the yelling prick. I found I didn’t have a clear shot, so I took three steps to the side. It also let me see another dickhead sitting just out of range of the cameras. He was there with another enlisted woman sucking his dick. He had a fist full of her hair and hands on the back of her head. I saw the woman’s face showing that the woman needed to take a breath, or she would pass out. Just on a whim, I had the place in my head remove the clothes of everyone in the room. The three women the guy was berating had cum splattered on their chests. The asshole looked like he just busted a nut.