Chapter 36

The Judge called.

"Noah, you saved us a lot of heartache with Tom DeBusque, and now I have to ask you to help us out again." He was not given to pleasantries. The Judge told you what you needed to know and went from there.

"You are perfect for the next mission because you have Angela DeBusque with you. The two of you can pose as siblings. We accidentally discovered some things about a crazy group of environmentalists that makes us think they intend to release a biological weapon intended to depopulate North America.

"Normally we wouldn't give people like that credibility, but our informants claim that these people have the raw materials and have begun to build the bio-weapon. That's a possibility we can't ignore.

"Here's where things get a little weird, Noah. The people we suspect have a number of bizarre behaviors, including an addiction to strange sex. One thing we gleaned from surveilling their internet habits is an interest in incest, so we want you and Angela to pose as brother and sister lovers, and infiltrate the group, find out their plans, and get out so we can shut them down and take them into custody. That means you will have to sleep together, behave like sexually involved siblings, and sell yourselves that way, so that they let their guard down and embrace you as part of their little cell.

"We have bullet proof identities, complete down to people that will swear you two are involved with each other, and they are so tight, they will pass anyone's inspection. Angela will be a fifteen-year-old girl, and you will be her twenty-one-year-old brother, if you agree.

"Can we meet and get you up to speed?"

"Of course. Do we come to you?"

We talked about schedules and the need to hurry, so I agree to let them come to us. Angela would have to be convinced separately, but that was her issue. If the Judge needed me, then I would help.

"What would I have to do?" Angela wasn't saying no, just asking the obvious questions.

"You would have to pretend to be my sister, and in love with me, doing all the nasty sex things we enjoy so much. Everything else is just waiting for something to happen, and then leaving." I wanted to put it as simply as possible.

She leered at me, and said, "If you were my brother, and we were doing all of those nasty things, I would be so lucky." I took that as a yes, and we left to meet The Judge at the airport.

He arrived in a stylish G-4, and came off the plane talking nonstop. "Noah, time is of the essence, and we need to talk and fly at the same time." We were on board, and off the ground in minutes.

"The group is living in an abandoned tenement in Baltimore. They seem to draw derelict teenagers, Goth. wannabees, and all sorts of left over 'Occupy Wall Street' types. Their agenda is depopulation of North America, followed by the same for Western Europe, Asia, and the Middle East.

"Nobody knows if they have the means to pull off a massive bio event, but among them are a couple of real genius types, who lack morals, fear, and filters, so it's possible. We will leave you off near their favorite hangout, which is a restaurant in an old converted church that serves cheap, filling, food.

"You need to walk in hanging all over each other, engage in some serious PDA's, and let it accidentally slip that you are siblings, and see if that is enough to entice an approach. Their net surfing habits lead us to believe that incest is the ultimate kink for the Leader' who fancies himself a modern day Che'.

"What he is, is a punk, with a PhD in nuclear physics, and another in chemistry, so the skills are there. Whether the intent and pathological hate is enough is anybody's guess. What we need is real intel that can help us figure out how serious, or seriously delusional he is.

"His name is Othneal Taughtan. His followers call him O.T. He is a freak of intelligence, and charisma, but as wild as a March hare. He eschews relationships, but seems to embrace unconventional sex. He seems to like groups. Men, women, hermaphrodites and everything else, but incest has some kind of hold on him. That's why we wanted to have the two of you seen making all lovey dovey, and making sure someone near him finds out you're siblings.

"We are convinced that he won't be able to resist bringing you into his fold, and keeping you nearby."

We talked about timing, support, exit strategies, and intelligence collection. Using a special iPad they had ready for me, all I had to do was type anything into the Google bar, and it would copy straight into our support post, and they could organize whatever we needed. "That goes for pizza if you want to stay in out of the weather, to a full scale SWAT assault to get you out. Whatever happens, just keep surfing the net, and typing us notes."

Angela was nervous, but anxious to get going. We were taken to a warehouse and given a beat up, old, Volkswagen Golf to drive, a duffle bag with worn out clothes and other essentials. Once we were alone, it was easy to drive to the restaurant where the group hung out. It turned out to be a lively looking place, covered in carefully planned graffiti, and furnished with all kinds of cast off dining booths, tables and chairs.

The helter-skelter look worked for some reason, and we found it to be comfortable, warm, and out of the Baltimore rain, which pleased us both greatly. When we walked in and found a seat, Angela hugged me to her, took my right hand and pushed it down inside the back of her jeans, squeezing it against her naked butt. Our little show looked completely anonymous, and as we took a seat, Angela called me her very sweet, best-est, big brother. I saw two heads pop up, when she emphasized 'big brother', and I thought we were off to the races.

"Since I am your world's favorite brother, what are we sharing for lunch, or is it already supper time?" I said this glancing at the menu, looking for the cheapest thing to order, which would help establish our credibility as a couple of kids running from their parents.

A waitress came over and suggested some kind of beef dish that sounded like it could be boiled yak, or maybe a sautéed skunk. Either way, it wasn't for us. I ordered a chicken fried steak and fries, with two cokes to wash it all down, and watched her swish her tail back to the counter to put the order in.

I must have watched too hard, or too long, because Angela took her index finger, and used it to turn my head back to her, and then pulled her blouse and bra out so that I could peek down and see her erect nipple, while remaining covered as far as everybody else was concerned.

"I have the thing you want the most, big brother, and you know it. Feed me and we'll see what I can come up with to reward you." She took my hand and placed it right on her breast outside her clothes, and patted it lovingly.

Our audience ate it up.

The food came and I used the distraction to look carefully around the dining room looking for Othneal. Either O.T. didn't resemble his photos, or he wasn't present, so we ate slowly, as if we were hesitant to go back out into the weather, and lots of kisses and some touchy-feely, we ran out holding hands, to the Volkswagen and roared off as fast as one can roar in an old slow poke car.

Once we got out of the area, I looked for a surface street to take us out beyond the beltway, so we could check into a motel, and lay low until the next day, when we would drive back and try again.

It rained all night, which made it a perfect time to stay in, get naked and see what happened. What happened turned into lots of things, among them a long conversation about our undercover cover.