Chapter 96: Spring Break Mission – Duty Calls

We made it back to Keiki’s room. There was no question in my mind about her screwing me as much as she could before any of the other girls pull her away from me for their turns.

All but two of the girls who walked back here with us are still virgins too. I don’t have time to just lie back and let them all fuck me until they are too sore to continue. Damned responsibilities. I have to get back to the team. Sleeping with all of these girls would have been the best Spring Break ever! A group foreign girls who work at a hotel and want to give it up to me.

Keiki couldn’t wait any longer. She bypassed getting completely naked and only tore off her panties from under her skirt. She was working on getting my pants down enough to fuck me when a funky, alarm like tone came blasting out from everywhere around us.

That is definitely a string of curses in her native language!

The speakers had someone speaking in her language before it turned to English.

“All staff report immediately. Repeat. All staff report immediately,” it said.

“We have to go American Boy. Anyone they find who stay in down will be tied naked to big posts till dead. Anyone who run away to town get worse,” Keiki explained as she fixed my pants before pulling me after her.

I barely managed to get my backpack out of the pile of bags on the floor of her room. We hurried to get on the shuttle that would take us back toward the resort. Instead of going to the spa it headed through some garage doors that led us down into a big tunnel. A little ways into the tunnel I caught the smell of animals and shit.

Well this is convenient. I guess the extra guests arrived finally. No wonder they were able to get into the other base unnoticed. I’m being brought right back inside this one and no one has a clue.

I kept up with the big mass of staff as they shuffled us off to a big changing area. Inside they had worker uniforms made in the same style as the training ones I had in my backpack, except these were dark blue. I found a spot over where the light in the ceiling was flickering due to one of the fluorescent tubes being burned out. I “helped” the other one to burn out so the light finally went dark. I found a uniform that was two sizes bigger that I normally wore and went to the now dark area to change. From my backpack I pulled out my training uniform, pulled on my training pants and then pulled the worker pants over top. I grabbed one of the dark t-shirts they were giving everyone, slid my training shirt over top, folded the collar in and then pulled the blue worker shirt over top. I made sure I buttoned the worker shirt all the way to the neck. My training boots were only slightly different from what everyone one else was putting on, so they wouldn’t be noticed. I did use a pen knife to cut the sides of the pockets in the blue pants open so I could get into get my badges from my training uniform pants.

The only thing that worried me was where I was going to find a way to get back inside the base. That turned out to not even be a problem. I knew the team was in security block 16-F6. Some man started calling out assignments like CWF2-9, CKE10-21, JANL8-35. A women over near me nudged me to say, “New boy, take CW or CK. JAN ones are worst. If you come back from work you not ever be right in head again.”

When she talked I heard CWF6-16. Even if I had wanted to get in on that group I was too far away. I started moving toward the door to the assignments when the man called out JANF6-16. Me and three others got pulled forward and then pushed through the door as the others laughed at us.

Joke’s on you jerks!

All three of the others pushed me at the man that came out of a door to the side. He picked me off the floor and pushed me into a cart that left as soon as he stepped back. It didn’t go that fast, but there wasn’t anywhere to go if I did get out of the car. There were a few metals doors that I passed through and some track changes before I was into some sort of holding queue. I saw carts up in front of me when the door in front of my cart started opening as the door in front of them was closing.

While I waited I made myself not see any walls around me while highlighting the team. Two doors later I had found them. I had myself turn the walls almost completely transparent so I could find out how get to them. Moving down to the next queue spot I found a “hidden” door built into the flat wall of the tunnel. Making myself see any electrical wiring inside the wall I quickly found the power box. I stripped off the blue uniform and stuffed it into my backpack while I waited. As soon as the queue doors were closing I pulled out my all-access badge, stood, moved the badge over the box and pushed the door open.

From the amount of dust on the floor and cobwebs, no one has used this hallway in months, if not years.

As I moved toward the team I found an entire network of these unused hidden hallways. All were dirty and dusty. I noticed there weren’t any cameras anywhere. In fact the lights looked different from the others I had seen when in the security block or even anywhere I had walked in the main hallways. The most interesting part was that I started noticing big storage rooms that had guards outside them. They were all guarding bank vault doors that had the huge rods inside like bank vaults. All of the rooms only had cameras just inside the rooms between the bank door and a locked metal fence that secured the storage area with shelves in the rooms. Right down from where the team was secured, I found a storage room that had my MP5. I could tell that someone took a lot of care to ensure that it was packed down properly inside a case. My all access badge opened the hidden door to let swung out into the hallway silently. There was even something that came out from the bottom of the door that swept any dust back into the hallway but wouldn’t push it back into the room.

How come they guards aren’t rushing into the room. Is something blocking the signal from my all access badge?

When I opened the case holding my MP5 I saw that had been cleaned and oiled before it was stored. Around the room I found the rest of the gear we came in with except for the stun rifle I had used. Two box magazines for my MP5 were fully loaded on the shelves behind the case that held my MP5 ... Both were already connected to a version of the harness that now held two for quick access.

The team waiting ten or twenty minutes longer won’t make much difference.

I moved quickly, but quietly, to get all of our gear out along the wide hidden hallway. Unexpectedly I found a number of cases up at the very front that we didn’t bring in here with us. One had D. Smith on it. I opened it to find a slightly different uniform from what I was now wearing. It came with black underwear, gloves, boots and goggles that looked like night vision ones. A closer look showed they were the computer enhanced ones like my sunglasses. In Thirty-Six’s case I found she only had panties and a tight top for underwear. The rest was just like mine. I found one for Sherry and Celine as well. I got all of these out to the hall too. All that was left in the security cage were crates of empty ammo boxes.

I made it so I only saw the dust from the hidden hallway on the floor of this vault. What I had tracked in from the hallway was now spread throughout the cage as well as the area the cameras were watching. Seeing everything again showed it would be nearly impossible to tell the dirt and dust already in the room from what came in from the hidden hallway. I closed the door and found my way to where the team was secured.

So this is how they do some cleaning in high end hotel rooms without the guests knowing someone was there.

I found the team all sitting in a back area. There were two of the blue uniformed staff doing some sort of basic cleaning with just water they got from the sink and wash cloths from the bathroom. Looking for cameras showed me that they were everywhere in this security suite except in this room. Four cameras were aimed at the door leading into the room, but not a single one inside.

I wonder if they ever got curious as to why there were no cameras getting installed in some rooms.

Before I opened the well hidden secret door, I went down a lot of the hallways to see if I saw any signs that someone had been here in years. There was just as much dirt and spider webs in each of the other hidden hallways so I went back to the door behind the team. Using my high security badge I unlocked the door and opened it. Whoever made it had designed it to be completely quiet, even when not used for years. As with the one where our gear had been, a small bar extended that swept back any dust that may give away the location of the door. None of the team members even knew I was back in the room until I announced myself.

“I don’t know how long we have before they find out we aren’t here anymore. Just to be completely sure they didn’t tag any of our clothes with some sort of special markers, we need to strip off everything, including underwear and leave it in this room. Not far down the hall I found all of our gear along with a complete uniform, including underwear, for each of us. From what I have found when exploring, this hidden hallway hasn’t been used for years. None of the cameras appear to be aiming into any rooms built with hidden doors. Where I found our gear has cameras outside the security cage, but none were aimed into the cage itself,” I told them as I started to strip. “In the main common areas there are some of the locals from the resort above us. They were ordered to get down here or be strung up naked in the heat until dead. A group of them are out there now doing basic cleaning of the rooms in this security section. We won’t have long before it is discovered that we aren’t in here anymore. Get naked now. Modesty won’t matter any if you are dead. I sure that the people in control here aren’t as they appear. Based on how easily I was able to infiltrate this base unnoticed, I suspect they were well aware of our attackers heading toward the training base.”

Only two of the men appeared to be dragging their feet getting naked. All of the women were now naked, so I reminded the men that once I closed this door they were out of luck. I doubted anyone in this facility could open this door without high explosives. He could tell them it was here, but from what I had seen the doors look more like walls than some of the walls. I know that the doors will keep them from being able to find the secret hallway even with x-ray scanners. Being made of mostly concrete anyway, they would have to really work on them to get through even if they thought there might be something behind them.

“Do you really think we don’t know you two are hung better than the late John Holmes and are hard as a rock from looking at our tight naked bodies,” Thirty-Six asked them. “Unless you want that to be all anyone remembers you for then you better get your ass in gear. Mr. Smith has good instincts, outshoots all of us and found a hidden passage the current regime in power here know nothing about.”

She was right about both men. They had foot long donkey dicks aiming for the ceiling as soon as they stripped. Every one of them had neatly folded their clothes and put them near where they had been sitting. For no reason I can define, I told them to instead toss about them like they were forced to change in a hurry.

One of the other men said, “Mr. Smith is correct. If they see we took the time to carefully stow our uniforms they will know we departed at our leisure. Disarray will give the appearance of a hasty change and departure of opportunity. Having that coincide with the staff in the exterior areas, they will initially assume we had help from their workers or staff. We will have the benefit of time while they seek to pull their heads out of their asses before they realize they have no clue where we went.”

We all headed into the hallway and quickly made it back to where I had our gear and the clothes. Everyone dressed quickly before they grabbed the rest of their gear. Other than my pair of box magazines for the MP5, everything else I needed was in the two cases. I didn’t really have an idea where to go other than to not going back toward the dormitory. Right as we were starting to walk back toward the security block we had been in, the lights it the hallway went out.

“I found we all have night vision goggles in our gear. I know I didn’t have it with mine equipment previously,” I told them as one of them pulled out a flashlight. “Someone had planned for us using this way as our escape route.”

I got mine on, told the shield to power it, but not allow it to connect to the place in my head, as I waited until the others were ready too. As I started to walk my goggles came to life and I was seeing a lot of different colored writing on the walls with arrows.

“Resort Staff Elevator” “Staff Dormitory” “Kitchen” “Farm” “Parking Garage” “Headquarters” “Armory” all showed on one wall.

The other had “Helipad” “Harbor 1” “Harbor 2 – Submarine” “Town” “Tourist Stop 29” “Exfiltration 1” “Exfiltration 4” “Secure Communications Hub”

Deciding that if the people here didn’t know about the hallways I hoped that maybe they had no clue about these hidden exits or the secure communications hub. I told the team to follow me as I led us to the secure communications hub. As I suspected, when I opened the hidden door, the place was covered in inches of dust as well. It wasn’t exactly ancient, but I doubt it had any form of Internet connectivity. Fortunately one of the men took charge to go through powering up all sorts of the ancient communications equipment. He said we were very fortunate that only one device had vacuum tubes and we wouldn’t need that unless everything else was fubar. It didn’t take long before he was typing in a series of that appeared to be random letters and numbers. After he finished he pressed a button and a long strip of paper spit out that had holes punched in it. That was set aside and he started over again. Once he was done he put the two tapes over top of each other to make sure all the holes lines up. He found a couple that didn’t so he checked those holes. Evidently there were errors on each tape, so he did it again until he has two tapes that exactly matched. One of the other men changed out white paper tape for light blue. He then typed in a different set of random letters and numbers to generate a second set of tapes where all of the holes matched up the first time. The men then swapped one of their tapes for that of the other.

One of the women went over to take her turn at the machine using pink tape.

After about twenty minutes the two men had each written out a series of random letters and numbers from the two tapes that both matched. A new pair of yellow tapes was produced from that resulting code. This time they only kept the letter and numbers from the holes that went through both the yellow and pink tapes. When two of them had verified they both came up with the same series of random letters and numbers, a second woman took the final verified set of tapes to write out what was punched into the tape. From that she began wrote out the month and year along down the length of the tape starting at 03-2013 and continuing until she came to today’s month and year. From there she wrote out the letters or numbers from the next 54 rows. Those were put into the machine two times and tapes verified for the 54 rows being correct.

She passed one of the completed tapes to the first man who went over to a different machine he connected up to a box using a long fat cable. The cable was then connected to a machine with various knobs and switches. After turning it on, he flipped various knobs before he flipped a switch. The paper tape was pushed into the box on the cable and pulled out the other end. He repeated this four times as he turned some knobs and flipped various switches. When he was done he went over to turn on some other machines. The second man and two of the women did some steps at the same time, each doing a specific task on one of the machines before changing around with one of the others. When they were done the lights on the machine that had been “loaded” with the tape started to blink before a green light went solid. The first man turned various knobs until after a few seconds of the lights blinking various colors, only a solid green one was lit on all of the machines they had been touching. When he was done all of the tapes were put into a coffee can and lit. With a quick flash the tapes vaporized. There wasn’t even ash in the bucket.

“Sixteen three eight four, twelve nineteen one seventy,” Thirty-Sex / Amelia said into a microphone that looked like the one the principal used at my school to make announcements.

A voice crackled through, “41?”

“Question unknown, off by one,” she replied. “Food, um, patriot, beaver, African, rectum.”

Another voice asked, “Verified information? Party service boy? Served counterfeit papers.”

Thirty-Six got a confused look on her face. Everyone but Sherry and Celine seemed to be looking at her with an odd look.

She asked them to repeat.

“VIP? Bathroom boy? Counterfeit money,” What the hell does that mean?

I hope I don’t blush.

I got the hint. I pulled out the envelope full of just my personal tips and told myself to only see any fake money. There near the bottom of the stack I found what looked like the local money. I thumbed through the cash to make it appear I was checking for it. When I found it I told them this is probably what they meant.

“The resort above us is definitely decrypting all secure traffic going out. I managed to slip out and change in a staff locker room. From there I took a shuttle to their staff dormitories. Some girls grabbed me to escort them to town using a trail that was lined with cretins who paid a king’s ransom to get a chance to accost one or more of the girls to do with them as they pleased. If a male was with them the girls were off limits. My plan was to secure some tourist clothing to better blend in when attempting to contact my team. One of the girls I met knew a way to make some money helping the stores do a bait and switch to fleece the tour busses with poorly made knock offs. One of the jobs involved me being a VIP bathroom boy for the snotty women and their spoiled daughters. It appears the S.O.S. I sent out allowed your superiors to get a message to me in the form of a counterfeit bill paid to me as part of my ‘tips’,” I explained.

Thirty-Six took the fake bill, carefully tore off one end and then slid a finger down the inside to open it up. After reading the code written there, she wrote something down before using the radio again.

“Forty-Three. Calculations corrected. Surprise party cancelled. Guest of honor failed to return as expected,” she replied.

There was a long pause before the radio crackled back to say, “Should have taken a left turn in Albuquerque. Give four some grease to slide to five.”

“Will that improve the ballet,” she asked back.

A small chuckle and then, “Your name will be up in lights!”

I heard a small buzz and then only static. Looking over I saw the box with the green light had turned to a red light for a few seconds before the light went out.

Everyone in the team started looking at all of the various lights that came up around the room. In my head I started to see that they matched part of the path I took to get from the first hidden door to here. Making the walls transparent, but wire framed, I could see the lights were taking us further along the hallway. My goggles were seeing various signs that only people like me could see ... At the area marked Exfiltration 4, I saw another hidden door leading into what looked like a long slide. I let the others look around as I had my eyes go back to normal. When they finally seemed unable able to figure out what the person on the radio told them I said I knew where to go.

We got our gear and went into the hallway. One of the men then pushed a series of buttons around the room that caused a serious of loud pops to let out some of the magic smoke from inside each of the machines. We closed the hidden door and hurried off to Exfiltration 4. There I had to look a bit harder to find the mechanism that opened the hidden door. There wasn’t any badge location on it. Turns it was a secret code, they did mean to grease something up. While the Exfiltration 4 appeared to have long been blocked by a large explosion, it still had barrels of heavy duty bearing grease. On the wall nearest to the hidden door there was a rusted black pipe that said “Waste grease disposal.” One of the men must have known what to do here because he put the nozzle from the big grease tank into the pipe and turned the hand crank. It took quite a while to get the grease pumping out the hose, but very little seemed required to make the door pop open and then creak to a stop.