Chapter 90: Spring Break Mission

“Mr. Smith,” the man at the door said politely. “We already have your breakfast waiting in the car. If you will please join us we can get underway. Your gear has been loaded into the trunk for your convenience. Our time table is quite tight and we must depart immediately.”

One of the more casually dressed men opened the back door for me. When I got in the other two men got in the front. The man still outside the car closed my door and then walked off around the side of my house as we drove off. I could only guess he was watching for anyone watching us leave before he left much the same way as the courier. These people worked for Steve, so I wasn’t worried too much about him covering his tracks.

In the back beside me was some sort of unit that was keeping bowls of eggs, bacon, sausage and biscuits warm. On the floor was a unit keeping yogurt, fruit, milk, and juice cold. I offered some to the two men, but I was told that they had already eaten. My offer did seem to surprise them quite a bit. I guess they had been briefed about me in a way that made them think I was someone they weren’t going to want to talk to about anything.

If that is how is to be, I will just ignore them unless I need something from them.

Not far from my neighborhood they turned onto a road I hadn’t ever noticed before and it was along the way I took when I walked home from school. We took a lot of roads and side paths I hadn’t known existed before we were back on well paved four-lane road. The odd thing was there weren’t any vehicles on it anywhere even though there were some businesses and a few gas stations. All had cars at them, but no one was driving on the road. Looking toward the dash I saw we were going almost ninety. When we got to a stretch of road with nothing but trees on either side, they slowed down to turn onto an old road that looked like it needed to be repaved sometime before I was born. While it wasn’t a rough ride, it wasn’t smooth like the road we had just left. A few more road changes found us stopping at a long cement runway. There were no air traffic control towers, runway lights or even the orange sock to show the direction of the wind. If not for a truck marked as carrying aviation fuel, I would have guessed this to be a two mile long drag strip given all of the patches of rubber on it.

While the man in the suit called someone, my phone chirped. It said to get out the DoD badge and Treasury badge. I was to put the DoD badge back to back with the Treasury one so they pictures faced out. Both were to go into a holder connected to a lanyard I was to put around my neck. My high security badge case was to be opened when they were scanning my other badges and whenever I felt it was needed.

It only took me a few seconds to get the badges in the holder and pushed into my shirt pocket. The other badges were left in the special case.

“Sir, your party will be landing in two minutes,” the man in the suit said.

Showtime.

Right on time a black plane, similar to the one I had been in over Russia, flew low over our heads, landed and stopped at the far end of the runway. The fuel truck rushed down there to refuel it and then quickly drove away in the direction we came in. When the truck was out of sight as the plane taxied up to this end of the runway and turned around. The pilot got out and went over to a spot in the side of the plane to retrieve a duffle bag that he brought over to the car.

I was let out by the man in the suit and told to go over to the pilot.

“I need to verify your identification Mr. Smith,” the pilot told me as he held up some sort of card reader. “Be advised that we aren’t alone. Any attempt to depart with the aircraft will be met with deadly force.”

Acting nonchalant I replied, “Yeah, sure. We both know that wouldn’t be permitted. I have clearance exceeding those who gave you your orders.”

Way to damn arrogant and cocky David. Behave.

The pilot bristled at my response as I handed him my two ID cards. As he was checking the DoD card I quickly closed my eyes to push the right energy into the case holding my high security badge. It only needed to be open a few seconds for the Pilot’s card reader to trigger a loud tone. I could hear Steve’s men behind me at the car moving around to be where they could protect me if needed.

They stood down when the pilot said, “Ok. Seems you were correct Mr. Smith. Deadly force wouldn’t be permitted. Still your height prevents your being certified on this aircraft, so I will still be doing the flying. Please collect your gear. I will secure it while you suit up.”

Suit up? Oh, dang! I forgot about the special flight suit.

The man from the car took my backpack, a large aluminum briefcase and another black duffle bag over to the plane. When I saw the case I knew Anna had something to do with it. While not exactly like Agent 47’s case, it was still adorned with some sort of raised graphics. I picked up the duffle bag the pilot had brought over and moved to a spot under one of the wings.

I knew better than to look anything but completely confident as I stripped down to my boxers and then quickly got into the flight suit. This one fit me like a glove, so it had to be the one from when Paula and I went to D.C. for the bug scanning mission. The helmet had D. Smith on it now, so I knew it would fit. Once he had my stuff stored in the side compartment of the plane I climbed up into the seat I had been in before. He didn’t say a thing about me not touching anything as the pilots had before. We were soon climbing almost straight up before leveling off right at the edge of space.

After he did a bunch of cryptic chatter with someone over the radio, he really punched the throttle. I felt it as we passed Mach 1 without needing to look at the air speed indicator. We flew at just under Mach 3 for what seemed like a long time as he made a series of wide turns before he slowed down to just under Mach 1. The plane was pointed right at the ground. Around five thousand feet he pulled the throttle way back, dropped the flaps and hit some sort of air brake flaps behind us. We slowed from Mach 0.9 to just under three hundred knots. It seemed really damn fast to me as the ground approached quickly. Seconds before it look to me that we were ready to touch the ground I heard the wheels come out and lock. The engines went completely silent when the wheels touched the runway. He reversed the engines to slow us way down quickly, but not completely stop. We were still moving at a good clip when he turned toward a hanger where the doors had just finished opening. He slammed the brakes hard and stopped the engines as we slid into the hanger. I could see a box of light on the far wall getting smaller quickly as the hanger doors closed.

“Mr. Smith. Please wait for the aircraft to be secured and placed in the designated parking position,” the pilot told me.

“Acknowledged,” I replied.

Well it seemed the right thing to say and he seemed to be waiting for my reply.

Once the people outside did what they do, the canopies were opened. A young female airman reached into unbuckle me from the seat and release my helmet. As I saw the pilot do, I took off my helmet and handed it to her. When she was down the ladder I climbed down as well.

I hadn’t expected to see nearly fifty men holding M-16’s aimed at me when I turned around. If not for being really damn good at ignoring everything around me I probably would have gotten in deep shit. Instead I pulled off my flight gloves, put them in my pocket and put on a pair of sunglasses. I only had to close my eyes for a part of a second to make the high security badge case open.

It is going to stay open until they stand down. I don’t want to have to explain why none of their bullets hit me if they start shooting.

“Security detail, at ease,” came a voice through a speaker somewhere.

All of the guns were lowered and I could hear the safeties click almost in perfect synchronization.

Not knowing what else to do, I went to where the pilot had unloaded my gear. I pulled on my backpack, put the two duffle bags in one hand and the case in the other. I was really surprised to find the case was actually heavier than the duffle bags that I assumed held my tactical gear. With the shield giving my muscles all the energy they could need, I wasn’t even straining. I saw a look of respect on the pilot’s face since he seemed to struggle a bit with each of them when he was loading them into the plane.

The female airman gave me a quick smile before she said, “Welcome to Groom Lake sir. Allow me to take those for you.”

“Thanks, but I was raised as a gentleman.” I told her as I saw her last name was Palmer. “Airman Palmer. They are a bit heavy and I would much prefer to have my view unobstructed as I follow you to our destination.”

Where the Hell did that bullshit come from? She must have like it. I got a real smile and she is really making sure I had something to watch.

We walked through a number of long hallways before we ended up outside. Not even the second week of April and it was damn hot outside in Nevada. Luckily my shield kept me completely comfortable as it converted the heat into energy. Airman Palmer wasn’t so fortunate. At least she wasn’t lugging my gear as well.

“Sorry for the delay, but it is procedure,” she apologized as she removed her blue cunt cap to wipe the sweat off her forehead. “I have to call the base commander to have someone with the proper authority come open this door. It shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.”

I put down my case to reach for her hand to stop her using her radio and said, “How about we spend that twenty minutes inside having something cold to drink? I can access any building on the base.”

She raised an eyebrow.

I know that look! Put up or shut up.

While I didn’t have any idea of the pin number I would need, I was sure my fingerprints and DoD card would let me in. If not, the high security card would. I didn’t need to have worried. Just putting the DoD car into the reader turned the light green and the door released.

She didn’t say a word as she opened the door, but I did get yet another smile.

I was led through that door, down a few more long hallways until we came to a break room. She got us to large cups of cold water from the cooler. We enjoyed our drinks for a few minutes.

“Mr. Smith, you are full of surprises. As far as I am aware, only seven people on this base have access to this building. Only two are on the base at a given time. The president doesn’t even have access,” she told me. “My orders are to escort you where you are scheduled to go. With us not having to wait twenty minutes for access, you now have one hour and twenty minutes to remove your flight gear, shower and dress in the attire provided in the locker room. There is a secure storage locker for your gear while you shower. I will officially apologize in advance sir, but I am required to be with you are all times, including while you shower. A male airman had been assigned to this duty. I was reassigned just prior to your arrival.”

Not missing a beat I asked, “I believe someone made the right call Airman Palmer. I assume this means I get to enjoy a much better view of you than your tailored blues permit?”

Did she blush?

“I have my orders sir,” she said blushing even more. “If the Air Force wanted me to have any modesty they would have issued it to me.”

Wow she looks really embarrassed and yet giggled like a girl at school when she told that joke.

When we had our fill of water I grabbed my gear and followed her off to a room with a big locker to stow my gear. It was designed more securely than a time lock vault at a bank. Once it closed only the code I provided and all ten of my fingerprints, in the order I provided them, would permit it to open. On one counter near the shower I found large, high end luxury towels and spa quality soaps. Another had clothes she told me were what I was requested to wear after showering.

Damn Anna! She definitely was involved in this! Only difference between my suit and Agent 47’s was I had a blue tie instead of red. I even had the black gloves. At least there was no barcode on the back of my neck. Wonder if I should make one appear there just for fun...

Once my gear was locked up I started to strip off my flight suit. I decided to have a bit of fun as I gave the implication of being some sort of obsessive compulsive neat freak as I folded everything to be exactly six inches on each side. I put my boxers equidistant to my flight suit and socks. When I turned toward the shower I saw that Airman Palmer had only removed her blouse.

She didn’t even raise an eyebrow at me as I took it from her to hang on a hook on the wall. I squatted on the floor to untie and remove her Bate’s duty Oxfords. The woman had a dazed look as I removed her slacks and white t-shirt. I was very surprised to see her wearing an extremely modest pair of white panties and an equally modest bra matching those many of the girls in middle school wear. When she didn’t take them off herself I continued to completely disrobe her. Her only contribution to the entire process was to lift each foot so I could completely remove her panties.

When I stepped back from her I saw that she had a very surprised look that I was completely limp. Given how her panties were completely soaked already, she didn’t get wet from just my stripping her.

I moved behind her and stood there looking at her nice ass until she finally turned to look back at me.

“Definitely a much better view of your butt than those dress pants permit,” I told her. “It is perfectly paired to the rest of your spectacular body. The only critique I have is that your bush definitely needs a good trim. I can take care of that for you if you like. There are some scissors over on the counter. Just lay back on the bench and spread your legs so I can get in there to work.”

She didn’t question it and was laid back on the bench with her legs way out to the side. I could see her clit clearly seeking some attention and her pussy opened up completely to let me see all of her wet aroused charms.

No way! She is a virgin! How the heck did a girl in the Air Force get to be an E-4 and still be a virgin?

Knowing now that she had less experience than I did made me decide to tease her as much as possible.

Instead of using my fingers, I got a comb from the counter to gently pull the pubic hairs up and then cut anything showing over the top of the comb. It was exactly the way my barber did when layering my hair. When I was done I had trimmed every bit of her pussy hair to around a quarter of an inch long. Never once did I touch her with my hands or fingers. When I had combed almost all the loose hair away I leaned down over her spread vulva to blow strongly over all of the trimmed hair. Wet pussy hair doesn’t blow, but I made it seem like I thought it might. Right before I finished I blew over her clit and down toward her leaking vagina. I was just inches away as I watched her clit seem to pulse as her vagina winked at me a few times while she came.

That snapped her back to reality!

Without any warning Airman Palmer was sitting up and pulling our naked bodies together while trying to see if she could get her tongue down my throat. She had grabbed onto my butt and was grinding her wet pussy against my limp dick. For some reason I knew it wasn’t ok for me to get hard or to fuck her, at least not here and now so I made myself keep from getting a boner. Finally she came from humping her clit against my limp dick and pulled back.

Trying hard to sound “professional” I told her, “Airman Palmer. I am sure at a different time and in a more comfortable location I would quite enjoy taking your virginity, I don’t believe we will be given the time right now. I doubt your superiors have ordered you to have sex with me to use as some form of leverage over me. Plus this is Area-51. There is no way we have any hope of real privacy.”