First of all know that I published part of this PILOT earlier so be sure to read the whole PILOT.
Second thing to know is that I’m not sure it will go on sol at all. I get lots of readers but no interaction and I don’t write for numbers
The Pilot was edited by Walt before I pulbished it so this is the final version. I need to do my first proof read on the first real episode of UR but it is in the can so sometime next week it will be ready. Luv u all. Cindypress
“Agent Mission,” the somewhat older man said as he entered her office.
“Yes Senator Marshall, I recognize you from the news,” Mission said.
“Well I do hope I look better in person. I always think ‘who is that old man?’ when I see myself on TV,” Marshall replied.
“Trust me you look ten years younger in person,” Mission replied.
“My god you should go into politics. I almost believed that,” he added. Agent Mission smiled but said nothing in reply. So Marshall went on.
“I have looked over your proposal. I like it a lot. It should not only help me sell the budget, but should also advance our move to create efficiency in the non-metro areas of the state. I hesitate to call them rural, since we want to get involved in the Law Enforcement in any town with a population under half a million.”
“That I had not heard before,” Mission said.
“Well you knew the plan was to take over all the County Law Enforcement first, then go to small town Police Departments?” Marshall asked.
“Yes, but half a million is almost all the police departments in the state,” Mission suggested.
“Well your proposal will get our nose in the tent,” he said.
“That was never the intent,” Mission said.
“And I will never admit that it played any part in my decision to push forward with it. I think I can get Committee approval during the meeting next week. Then we will have a definite go, even before the official vote.”
“So should I be looking for resources?” Mission asked.
“Yes, but remember to sell the bigger plan. We want to absorb qualified local Law Enforcement people into the State Bureau of Investigation as much as possible,” Marshall said.
“There are not a lot of high quality people in small town Law Enforcement. We aren’t exactly looking for Mayberry here,” Mission said.
“True but we could have used Sheriff Porter, if you people hadn’t fucked it up,” Marshall said.
“Well we did clean it up, so I guess all is forgiven. Besides that was a rogue operation,” Mission said.
“Let’s face it sweetie, she did everything better than the SBI with less than 10% of the resources. So like I said, we could have used her,” Marshall said.
“Sylvia had some very worrisome friends,” Mission replied.
“Well that is true. So do you have anyone in mind?” Marshall asked.
“Several actually, no one really stands out. They are mostly young and aggressive. They are applicants with Law Enforcement backgrounds in smaller departments across the state,” Mission advised him.
“Well you have the power to recruit if you hear of anyone good. So good luck and even though we can’t advertise it, the program is going to go a long way with the politicians. I can tell you that. There is something sexy about spies and double agents,” Marshall replied. “Keep me advised.
“Absolutely,” Mission replied but thought, fat fucking chance. The only reason you know anything about it is I need funding for the new section I am starting.
When Mission was sure no one was waiting she opened the top right drawer of her desk. From the desk drawer she took three files. The first was labeled simply Rose. The file was the only reference to ‘Rose’ and would remain the only reference. Rose was the code name for one of the undercover agents Mission intended to recruit. There were three files in the drawer with various code names. Those three were her intended recruits and there were no backup personnel she had no other names on her list. These three were properly motivated she felt sure.
Now that she was almost sure the budget would be approved, it was time to get serious about recruiting. It might take a few weeks to do the paperwork so Mission knew it was time to go see the candidates.
“Well convict how you like it inside. This is your first time in isn’t it?” Mission asked.
“You know it is bitch, you put me here,” I said. “What the hell you doing here?”
“I came to see how you like being raped with a broom handle,” Mission said.
“It was more like date rape than violent rape. I don’t plan to resist, my face is too pretty to get mess up,” I replied.
“Well if you are having so much fun I guess you wouldn’t be interested in getting out,” Mission said. She could see the prisoner face change expressions. She wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Well, I’m always interested in the offers made by cops. They are usually good for a laugh,” I said.
I can get you furloughed into my custody for an indefinite amount of time. You work for me, do what you are told and keep your mouth shut. If you do, you get to stay on the outside. You fuck me and you wind up right back here. Maybe with some more time added to your sentence.”
“Doin’ what?” I asked.
“Doing whatever I tell you to do. It will be dangerous and boring at times but you will be on the outside looking in,” Mission said.
“Well that beats being on the inside looking out. So what do you want me to do for you first,” I asked.
“You just have to agree and then sit tight till I work out a cover story for your con friends. You won’t be going back to your old routine, but I don’t want it to be some big mystery, if someone recognizes you either. I’m thinking jail break, but it may be something else entirely. You just site tight while I work out the details and tell no one about this conversation,” Mission demanded.
“No one would believe me if I did,” I said. I had no idea what Mission wanted, but I knew she was looking for something only I could give her. It was the only thing that made any sense. I didn’t have any money and I had already refused to give her my boss so what could she want. Giving up ‘The Arm’ hadn’t even been mentioned, so I had no idea what she wanted with me. It would be nice to get out of prison for a while anyway. I might find time to make a payment on the payback that I knew was out there.
During the last year I had been inside, I spent my time getting into shape. I had lost the thirty pounds of baby fat I could never lose on the outside. I had also learned to defend myself. One of the convicts decided I needed a lesson early on. The beating I took from her and her friends was motivation for the workouts that lasted longer and longer each day.
On the six months anniversary of my beat down I caught the black convict in an unmonitored storage room. I had her begging me not to kill her, so instead of shanking her I broke her arm and ruptured her spleen. She also agreed to a truce. If she didn’t honor it, I planed to shank her ass. I should have anyway.
I was doing time for carrying drugs across the border. Possession with intent to distribute they said and of course they were right. I had planned to sell the drugs for The Arm. I picked them up in Mexico City. Then I put them on a fishing boat that worked its way around Florida in international waters. Then up the inter-coastal water way to a little town on the coast of Mission’s state. That’s where the boat made landfall and where Morris just happened to be waiting for someone to pick up a really big shipment. Odds of a random drug search in a fishing town are about the same as winning the lottery. The prize was ten to twenty in the state prison. It was just a bit better than a supermax, or so I was told. They tried to get me to roll up the man in Mexico, but I would never do that. He wasn’t in Mexico anyway. He was in Capitol City a few miles from Mission’s office.
I wondered how much she knew. She obviously didn’t know much, or she would have had the rest of The Arm’s network. Instead she had me and nothing more. The deal seemed to be I started fresh with whatever she wanted. I didn’t have to bring anything but myself to the table. That seemed fair to me.
I waited two weeks before the guard came for me. I had stopped believing that it would happen. Nonetheless the guard showed up one day about noon. “You got a visitor convict,” she said.
“Who is it screw?” I asked. I didn’t think anyone had called a Corrections Officer Screw in the last fifty years.
“I got no idea. Just follow me and you will see,” she said.
I hoped it would be Mission but I didn’t expect it. Disappointment is the hardest thing to deal with inside. Well that and not being able to go to the refrig at 10 PM for a snack. It had been good for my figure though.
“Well agent Mission, you did come back to see me,” I said smiling.
“Well you still want to come to work for the enemy?” she asked with a smile.
“When do I begin?” I asked.
“Read this file right now, then do what it says. No more no less,” the SBI agent said. “Read it now and leave it with me.”
“You have to be kidding. You are going to break me out of prison?” I asked.
“Actually I’m going to break you out of a bus on the way to the courthouse to be exact. You just have to take care of the driver. You can not kill the driver is that understood?” Mission asked.
“Yeah I got it. Seems like a lot to go through, when you could just get me furloughed to you,” I suggested.
“Look Rose.” She saw the questioning look on the convict’s face. “That’s your name from now on with the SBI. So Rose everybody has a hacker on the payroll these days. So if they run your background, we want them to find a legit prison break.
We are going to help you, but it is nothing a boyfriend couldn’t do. Trust me it will help keep you alive and in play. As long as you are in play you get a day off the back end of your sentence for every day you are working for us.”
“Cool what’s my salary?” I asked.
“That’s up to you and your employers. While you are between jobs we will work out something. Of course we will provide the things you need to make it work,” Mission informed me.
“Make sure I eat, but not have enough money to run,” I said with a smile.
“You won’t run Rose. The reason you won’t run is you will be a prison escapee and if they catch you, you will come back here to serve every day of your sentence plus ten year for escaping. Let me assure you if you run, I will make it my life work to hunt you down.” She waited just a second then asked, “Are we clear about that?”
“Yes I suppose we are. So tell me how this is any different from prison?” I asked.
“You come and go as needed to get the job done. It’s all about results. You get them you stay outside, you fuck it up and you are back in here pretty damn quick. One more thing I am the only one who knows you work for our side. You are going to have to be smart and resourceful to pull this off with no help other than the team I’m putting together for you.”
“I think I have it now. I’m going out to play with the bad kids and rat on them. If they catch me I die a very unpleasant way. If I turn them over to you, I have to testify which also gets me killed.’
“Absolutely not, you arrange for us to catch them in the act or catch them dirty without the warrants ever mentioning you. It’s called finessing the truth,” Mission said. “One more thing, no one will know who you are other than Rose. If anyone other than me makes contact with you, they must give you the code Thorn. It will mean for some reason I can’t contact you myself.”
“I suppose we have a never ending supply of burn phones?” I asked.
“Something like that sure,” she said. “We may change the password from time to time.
But if the first sentence doesn’t contain the current one, throw the phone away and move to the safe meeting place. Don’t worry we will go over all this later in the safe house.”
“So when do I escape?” I asked.
In a couple of days you will be scheduled for a court hearing on the way there will be an incident to go with it. Remember your first test will be the bus driver.”
I spent two long days waiting for my ‘escape’. Prison is an experience that can’t be adequately described. There are just no words. I was constantly on the lookout for some kind of attack. One of the other inmates said, “You are just too fucking pretty.” That was before she kicked me in the face. It was also before I learned to defend myself. I also found the stomach to dish out some payback. The rules for survival were different inside those fences.
I ran it over and over in my mind. How I would render the guard unconscious before the men came for me. I had no idea how they would cover the jail break, but I was interested in learning.
The guard came through on the afternoon of the second day to advise me that I had a hearing on some bullshit thing the next day. I had begun to think I had imagined the whole thing since I had heard nothing between Mission’s visit till the guard’s pronouncement. I had a special time in the shower, since I had court early the next day. I also got a new bar of soap for the special shower. I decided to steal the soap, even though it was hard to do. I smuggled it out in my vagina. The guard didn’t check to see what happened to it, she must have just assumed I left it in the basket.
Since I wasn’t allowed to return to my cell, I left the prison with the soap inside my panties. I had to work it out of my body and into the panties, since it burned like a mother fucker in there. The plan was to slip it out and work it down my leg. When they weren’t watching I kicked off my shoe then insert the soap in a sock. My plan was to use it and the sock as a sap to beat the driver unconscious.
I waited for Mission’s crew to force the bus to somehow stop, or something more dramatic. Instead there was a single highway patrol car which turned on its lights to force the bus to stop. When the bus pulled over the patrolman entered though the door and tazered the armed guard, while I beat the driver unconscious. The highway patrolman and I left together in the car. We also turned the other prisoners loose.
In the patrol car the driver did not remove either his motorcycle type helmet or his very dark glasses. “Don’t worry you can touch the car we are supposed to leave prints. We are about to disappear, so it’s okay.”
“So who are you?” I asked.
“Another of Mission’s gang,” he said with a slight Hispanic accent. He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and I saw his tats. I had no idea what a gang tat meant, but I knew one when I saw it. “Right now we got to dump this car and take to the woods,” he said.
He meant it literally. We left the Highway Patrol car after removing two backpacks from the trunk. We left it parked in the boat landing about five miles from the bus attack. It would be found quickly enough. I was in the prison jump suit so taking to the woods seemed like a good idea to me.
The boat landing had some cars parked there while the owners were on the river fishing. We could have had a spare car parked there, but it would have been too obvious. The landing also has a surveillance camera. We hiked into the deep woods for five minutes, when my rescuer told me to change out of the jump suit.
I found jeans and a tee shirt in the pack also a pair of too large canvas sneakers. I dressed while he dug a hole in the ground for the jump suit. The walk had been uncomfortable since my vagina burned from the course soap and from the stretching necessary to hide the almost full bar of soap inside it. One can suffer a lot of things to gain her freedom, but then after one is free she begins to notice the pain. It was a bit philosophical I know.
The guy lost the uniform quickly after he dug the hole for our clothes. We left the packs in the holes as well as the clothes. I had a hard time keeping up with him as he hustled through the woods because I struggled with the pain between my legs. After a few hundred yards I concentrated on my breathing and hardly felt the pain at all. It was simply a minor irritant.
“What do I call you,” I asked when we were in sight of the road.
“My code name is Nico,” he said. “And you are Rose. We both did business with The Arm.”
“This isn’t about The Arm is it,” I asked.
“No, but he is simply the common thread that ties us together. The cops will find it eventually and figure it is why I broke you out. They will have no idea Mission is involved,” he explained.
We continued to wait in silence. While we waited and he stared at the road, I appraised him. Nico was Hispanic no doubt at all. His background had to be with the gangs. Most likely they were West Coast gangs, I guessed. He was covered mostly with the tats I was pretty sure since he wore a long sleeved shirt, even though it was summer.
“So how did you get out?” I asked.
“I was already on parole when they caught me with a pocketful of Meth. As they say Mission made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” he informed me.
“So we are going to be working dope?” I asked.
“Nobody told me nuthin, except to break you out,” he said.
“Shit, you are as much in the dark as me,” I suggested. “The fucking blind leading the deaf.”
“Yeah, I don’t even know if we are going to be working together or not. I’m guessing we will, but I don’t know. I don’t have any idea why Mission thinks I would need you,” Nico demanded.
“Believe it or not, there are some places a woman can get into, a man can’t,” I said.
“What you gonna do when you get there. Some of these dudes will fuck you then cut your heart out. That ass won’t always save you.” he said.
“Well break out your bad ass scale, and let’s measure each other,” I said. I needed to know how bad he was just in case we did work together. I’m sure he wanted to know the same about me. It was going to have to wait, since I didn’t want to injure him or be injured by him. At the moment that would have been the only way to tell who was the badest of us all.
We were saved by the church bus, which pulled up along side the road near the entrance to the abandoned gas station where we waited. Since it had been just a gas station, it had to close and the convenience store a mile down the road inherited its customers. The old gas station was empty and deserted. It was a good place for a church bus to pick up two hitchhikers.
“You must be my passengers,” the driver said.
“I suppose so, where we headed?” Nico asked.
“Church bus off to summer camp,” the driver said. “You remember what summer camp was like don’t you. Fresh air, swimming in the lake, crafts and such?”
Something told me there was more to it than that, but I didn’t ask. I did ask, “How long?”
“Four or five hours,” he answered.
With that much time I settled into the rear seat meant for six people. I stretched out and went to sleep. When I awoke we were in a parking lot of what for all the world looked like a Church Camp from my Baptist days as a kid.
The air was cool and fresh when I stepped from the bus. We were greeted by a man leaning heavily on two canes. I was sure he was also wearing leg braces. “Welcome to Church Camp, my name is Major Andrew. While you are here you will address me as Sir. You will also address anyone wearing battle fatigues as Sir. If you don’t, there will be repercussions. Trust me, it is going to be physically uncomfortable enough here, you don’t need for it to be any worse.”
He looked me and Nico over, then said, “You two will be in isolation until your time is complete. My staff does not need to know who you are, or what you do to complete their mission. Please don’t try to engage them in small talk.
“You two will occupy a small cabin with very few comforts, but we will try to supply you with basic needs. You will be cooking and cleaning. Anything else you choose to do or not to do is up to you. We will not intercede in any disagreements, so you better learn to defend yourself even if it means murder,” The crippled man said.
“So the Sergeant Major will have someone show you to your cabin. You will remain there till someone comes for you. There is no schedule here so use your time well.”
The man with a broomstick up his ass stood beside the Major. He was also the one who took charge, when the major staggered away.
“Right let’s go find you a guide.” We went into what was the mess hall and administration building. “Jewish Chic take these two to the VIP cabin please.”
Then he turned to us. “You will have your classes in the meeting room at a large building by the lake, but you will not eat in our dining hall nor ever go there. When we wish to speak to you, we will come to you. Understood?”
Nico and I nodded. The Sergeant Major said. “When I pay you the respect of asking you a question, I expect an answer not some shrug. Now do you understand the instructions?”
“Yeah,” Nico said.
“If you were one of ours I would drive the smirk from your face,” the Sergeant Major said.
“Don’t let that stop you,” Nico said. He almost didn’t get it out of his mouth. Because the Sergeant Major gave him a stiff handed job to the throat. Next thing I knew Nico was laying on the gravel parking lot gasping for air. None of us moved to help him. I was pretty sure the Sergeant Major had a lot of experience with that move. He most likely knew how hard to strike in order to kill and would have stopped short of that much force.
We stood watching Nico for several minutes before the Jewish Chic in the battle fatigues helped him to his feet. She wore a bored expression which made me think the greeting had not been that unique. The young woman and I helped Nico to the cabin. He wasn’t hurt to badly but it took a while for his breathing to return to normal. While he struggled I checked out the cabin.
The cabin was small and once had contained four sets of bunk beds. That meant in the Church Camp bays it had held eight kids. Only two of the bunk beds remained. The upper bunk of each had been turned into a storage platform for whatever things might need storing. In our case it was filled with plastic boxes. One set of boxes had to be mine since it held smaller versions of the same clothes as the other one.
My boxes were filled with female underwear as well. There was already nothing left of my prison clothing but still my identity would be completely erased by the Discount store jeans and the tee shirts all generic. There were two sweaters, since it was the fall of the year. I assumed that it would be cool in the evenings at the mountain camp.
There was a wood heater in the middle of the floor. Beside it was a box with two sticks of wood. Leaning against a back corner of the cabin was a smallish ax. I had not noticed a woodpile, but I was sure there would be one nearby. With the ax along the rear wall was a five gallon plastic water jug with a plastic tap at the bottom. Obviously water had to be carried into the cabin. So far I had a feeling I was going to miss prison.
Under the small sink there was another five gallon bucket to collect the spilled or waste water. Also the little dry sink unit held a couple of drawers. One of them held lots of plastic utensils. Forks, spoons, and even sturdy knives filled the small drawer. Above the sink there was storage in the form of a pantry shelves of sorts. They were stocked with just basic food items.
Along the wall where my bunk bed was located was a built in desk with drawers. There were storage shelves above it as well. Also on the desk was a plastic covered note.
‘You are located in the Smith Cabin. While I’m sure you have looked around and realized there are no bathroom or shower facilities. This is a private compound as such has it has bathhouse located about twenty yards north of this cabin. There are other cabins as well probably unoccupied. Should you meet other residents, you would be well advised to not discuss yourself or your mission. Some of them will be plants to discourage your conversing with strangers. I should not need to warn you of the dangers in breaching security. We shop for the residents once a week, so make your grocery list accordingly. You will find frozen meals in your freezer unit and you have a microwave oven and a cook top. You will be forced to fend for yourselves. Get a good nights sleep, school starts at 6 AM sharp.
It was past dark and I had been through a lot. I was hungry, but not enough to cook one of the frozen meals. I found the makings for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, so I assembled that. I figured Nico might as well learn to fend for himself. I expected he had learned to keep his mouth shut already.
After the sandwich I stripped off the jeans and fell into bed. Since I hadn’t worn a bra I was comfortable enough. Except that a minute after I hit the bed I realized I needed to pee. I slipped into a pair of fleece running pants I had found in the plastic boxes above my bed. It was chilly but not cold so they would do quite well.
On the return trip to the cabin, I past Nico as he walked toward the bathroom. He hadn’t spoken a word since our arrival at the cabin. I had no idea, if it was some sort of macho shame, or his vocal cords were compromised. Either way it didn’t really bother me. Upon reaching the cabin I slipped out of the fleece pants and climbed in the less than comfortable bunk bed. Then I immediately fell sound asleep. My head had been reeling from all the changes, but it had also been a long day.
Six AM arrived way too early. It was announced by some kind of weird trumpet music played on a loud speaker somewhere at a distant location. I struggled out of bed when I noticed the time on the large electric clock on the wall.
“Nico, wake up it’s time to greet the day,” I said as I walked out the door headed to the bathroom. I went back inside immediately and put on the fleece slacks. I did that because it was cold outside. Okay maybe not technically cold but it was much cooler out there than inside the cabin. I couldn’t understand it because the cabin wasn’t heated.
Either way I wore the fleece pants to the bathroom to pee. I went back to the cabin since I knew it was close to 6:30. On that trip I didn’t pass Nico so I assumed he was going to sleep in. I did make sure he was awake when I went to the cabin.
“Leave me alone. I’m sick,” he said.
I had to admit he did look bad. He was pale and had a slight tremor. “You shit you are coming down from a high. You relapsed,” I said.
“I couldn’t break your ass out of jail without something to take the edge off,” he said. “Now I’m paying for it, so it’s your fault I feel like shit.”
“Don’t even try to put this shit on me,” I demanded. “You are a scumbag junkie and probably headed to prison.” I was pretty sure he had somehow been blackmailed or something similar to get him to agree to this crazy assignment. They were on the verge of kicking him out, what would they do to him to keep him from talking? I couldn’t even guess.
I had enough time to heat some instant oatmeal and add some raisins. They were all things I found in the cabinet. I needed water for the oatmeal and the coffee pot so I ran to the bathroom to half fill the three gallon container with the spout.
It was six thirty exactly when the man who walked like he had a stick up his ass came into the room. “Good morning, my code name is big X you will call me either Sir, X or Big X from now on. We are going for a morning run. It is our routine to start every day with a run. This morning I will be assessing your physical condition. So let’s go,” he said.
“What about Nico?” I asked.
“It appears that Nico will not be joining us,” X said.
I followed him outside. Then I followed him as he ran off into the woods. It was cold for about five minutes then it was hot as hell inside the fleece sweat shirt. We ran till I was pretty near exhausted. I finally looked up and saw that we were back in the parking lot by the administration building. I was catching my breath and looking for a place to throw up when I spotted Nico being lead to a Black Cadillac SUV in chains. Half a minute later the SUV drove off and it was the last I ever saw of Nico. I didn’t even ask about him. Hell he was no more than a stranger.
“You need to go back to the cabin and haul some firewood. The electricity will be turned off at noon. Without firewood it is going to be very uncomfortable in the cabin. Plus you won’t be able to cook,” Big X said. “The Microwave Oven will work and the refrigerator and freezer but not the cook top or the small heater you had last night. He then walked away as if nothing had happened. Obviously Nico’s well being meant nothing to him.
I went back to the cabin and found a computer map for the wood pile. Hauling wood was going to be difficult. There was no cart or grocery basket handy. What I did find outside the cabin was a sheet of hard plastic. It was perfectly flat but it would slide along the ground, I thought. “Prison did not prepare me for this shit,” I whispered.
I went back inside the cabin and found several pieces of rope. I decided to take them all just to be sure I didn’t get to the wood pile an then find out I needed more or a different one. I used the knife to punch a hole on to corners and then I tied a rope to it. It slid along the ground pretty easily. I loaded enough wood for what I felt was two or three days. I knew I could judge by the rate I consumed this load how big and how often I needed to make the loads.
I started with two dozen pieces of split logs about a foot long. I felt like that would last a couple of days. I had to tie the make shift sled into a ‘U’ shape so the wood didn’t roll off the side. The sled configured that way did not move along the rough ground very well.
I got back to the cabin and filled up the indoor wood box and had a few sticks left over. Those I put under the cabin to try to keep them dry. I read the directions on the internet and laid a fire. When it was going pretty good I left for the shower.
I was surprised when I looked at the clock how fast the morning was passing. It as 11 AM but it seemed like I just got back from the run. The fire knocked the morning chill out of the air so I closed the damper to save the fire. I learned that on the internet as well.
I was dressed and ready to begin whatever Mission had in store for me by 11:30. The cabin phone rang just as I sat down to rest. “Rose this is Tutor, you will please meet me in the grassy area outside the administration building. Just as soon as you can,” The voice said.
I stood immediately and put on a sweater. I managed to make it to the grassy area within five minutes. The man standing on the grass looked a lot like a con. He wasn’t wearing the uniform, but he had that lost look. Like he was divorced from any emotion. They said it was the best way to do your time and the real hard timers conquered it early.
“So what are you going to teach me?” I asked.
“I’m kind of a locksmith,” he said.
“How are you with safes. That is where the real money is,” I said.
“Ice trays,” was his reply.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Always check the freezer for Ice trays. Usually they hide the real diamonds in the ice trays. Just so you know, valuables aren’t always under lock and key,” the old man said. “Now let’s got see what you got lady.”
He led me to a conference room where he had a cabinet with a house type door lock. “So how do I get in?” It took me an hour to learn to use the lock pick set. He explained they were good for simple house type doors but seldom worked on high value targets.
Before I knew it three hours had passed. “You know I’m not a burglar,” I said.
“No, you are a snitch,” he said.
“Like hell,” I replied.
“Lady you might as well get used to the fact that you are a snitch, and the bad guys are going to want to kill you. So at least learn enough to make it difficult for them. You need to be able to open locked boxes and doors. I’m teaching you old school burglary everyday from noon till three. So meet me in this room tomorrow at noon don’t waste our time together, it might save your life,” the older man said.
After my lock lesson I returned to the cabin for another peanut butter and Jelly sandwich. I even managed to get a minute of personal time. I probably would have contacted The Arm but I knew they would be monitoring me. The Arm most definitely didn’t want to see me. I had cost him a hell of a lot of money. He was also likely to be in the mood to do to me what the tutor suggested everyone else would want to do to me. It was not a pleasant thought.
After my dry peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I sat down to relax but the phone rang. “Come to meeting room now.” the voice on the phone said to me.
I put down the water glass and walked to the Admin building. When I entered Meeting Room Three, a man grabbed me from behind and threw me into the wall. He began tearing at my clothes. He tossed me down on the floor and looked as though he were going to rape me. I had nothing else to do but go along at this point.
Suddenly he backed away, he said. “You are dead. You must consider every attack as life or death. Now get up and we will begin.”
“Rule one, as long as you are breathing and conscious, never stop fighting. It’s my job to teach you how to stay alive,” he said. “My code name is Killer because that’s what I teach. I do not teach self defense, I teach you how to kill period. If you don’t have the stomach for it, ask Mission to wash you out tonight. Now lets see what you did wrong.”
He played a video file for me and showed me what I could have done. From not walking into an ambush, to the point where I decided to stop resisting. It seemed I did everything wrong.
“Now I am going to teach you how not to be a victim,” he said with a smile. “First of all everything is a weapon. The weapons in this room are limited only by your imagination. Usually my pupils know something about self defense, but not a lot about killing. You are a blank slate.”
“Tabula rasa, I suggested.
“Exactly, first of all you should have bounced off that wall instead of letting me pin you. There are all kinds of weapons on the desk top. Ballpoint pens are daggers but it’s a little hard to get a good stab with one of those. In a life or death moment you can usually muster the strength needed. This is much better,” he said.
He handed me a piece of plastic rod about seven inches long with a pencil fine point and tee handle. “What is this?” I asked.
“We call it a Porter Dagger. You can pass through a metal detector with it in your pocket or duct taped to your body,” he said with a smile. “Now unlike the pen it is sharp as hell on the tip and the tee handle lets you add a lot of force to the strike. It’s best used on the unsuspecting victim. Usually a belly strike is best. It will take him out and at least one of his buddies to help him stay alive. It is probably one of the best assignation daggers for an agent. A little hard to get to if you are smuggling it, but it is deadly.”
“I have never killed anything let alone anyone,” I said.
“We don’t want you to assassinate anyone. We just want you to stay alive. I am going to teach you how, but it is up to you to actually do it,” he said. He spent the next two and a half hours putting me into victim scenarios and then showing me how to turn the tables on my attacker. I used blunt knives but I used real kicks and jabs. I was satisfied to be able to strike back. Sure I had learned some things in prison, but killer took it to a whole new level.
I had fought back in prison but the numbers were against me. Killer showed me how to change the numbers quick. Over the next month he attacked me everywhere including in the shower. It wasn’t just sparing. He was trying to hurt me to teach me to fight back. He might not have been hurt as badly, but he smelled of muscle rub more than once. Not to mention the number of cuts and bruises he wore proudly.
“When you fight effectively it shows. I’m helping you stay alive and giving you confidence, so that you can force yourself to walk into dangerous situations.
Between the locksmith and the killer elite I spent a busy three weeks. The locksmith was replaced by the Geek. He was about twenty five or so. He dressed well and didn’t use profanity ever. I was very uncomfortable around him.
“I can’t make you a computer expert in a week, so I’m going to assess what you know now and teach you just the minimum. Just what you need to know to do the job they have for you,” he said.
“And what is it that I need to know,” I asked.
“Let me explain it like this. If I want a new shirt, I don’t go to a hardware store. That’s what computer hacking is about. You have to already know that the computer you hack has what you want.
The second way, which is what you are training to do, is to physically get to the computer or server and clone the hard drive. If you do that you have everything on the computer. It’s like stealing his computer, but he never knows you have done it. The perfect crime we hope.”
For the next week the Geek went through how to do it. It mostly was inserting a high capacity thumb drive into a computer and simple booting it up from the off position. The thumb drive held a Linux program that took over his computer then copied the hard drive, bit for bit. When it was done, I had to remove it and turn off the computer so that it was just like I found it.
After the classes with the Geek ended I assessed what I had learned. I knew how to pick a lock, I knew how to copy a computer, and I could stay alive while doing it. It didn’t look as though the job would be at McDonald’s flipping burgers, that was for sure. It looked like I was about to be dropped in the shit for sure.
I was still getting the shit beat out of me regularly, and I was running three or four miles a day every day. The Geek’s replacement was a very attractive woman. “Hello Rose, I’m Lovie,” she said.
“Of course you are. I suppose you are going to teach me how to fuck?” I asked.
“Exactly,” she said with a smile. “This is serious shit, so listen to me. It might make the difference between being successful or being very dead. Good sex makes most men vulnerable to something from blackmail to a simple ripoff and not wanting to go to the police. That last is the really important thing.
Believe it or not the course was very scientific. There were no practical classes. Most things could be handled in the scientific discussions. She did ask me to describe my typical sexual encounter.
“Before or during my prison stay?” I asked.
“Both,” she replied.
When I finished, Lovie asked, “There are several kinds of encounters and we shall discuss them all here. Since you had sex with a woman, it won’t seem as strange. You do masturbate I assume?”
“I was in prison several years what do you think?” I asked.
“I think you are a world class masturbater, but not necessarily a lesbian or bisexual at this point. So which are you?” Lovie asked.
“I had forced sex with a woman my first week inside. After that I avoided it if possible. If not I just went with it,” I replied.
“Do you find sex with a woman distasteful?” she asked.
“Frankly yes,” I said.
“Well you need to work on that. You may have to seduce women as part of this work,” Lovie said.
Over the next week or so she taught me to seduce both men and women. It wasn’t all that hard. It just required me to be an actress of sorts. Her sex classes had nothing to do with my pleasure, it was all about the work. If I got off fine, if I didn’t, that was also fine. Just get the job done.
I was feeling pretty good about the last month and a half in the Church Camp. My body was thin and my stamina was sky high. I was looking forward to the real world again. It was as simple as I felt ready to go. I had to be checked out and that meant a briefing on the next part of Mission’s plan. Well that’s what I thought when I was called to the admin building again.
I went into the room to find a very old man in a white lab coat was waiting for me. “Hello, my code name is Doc, and I need to give you a physical,” he said.
I didn’t ask because what kind of doctor because I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know. Most likely he wasn’t a doctor at all. “Sure,” I replied.
“Please take off your clothes for me,” he suggested.
“Don’t I get a gown or something?” I asked.
“Are you shy?” he asked as an answer.
“No,” I’m not shy. I removed the jeans, the panties and the sweater and the too tight tee shirt.
“Hum,” he said several times.
“What?” I asked.
“I need to do the medical things now,” he said opening his bag for the first time. When he finished with the blood pressure cuff and the cold Stethoscope on my bare skin, he took blood for the lab I expected. “So if your blood work is normal we can get to the planning.”
“What kind of planning,” I asked.
“We will have a consultation in a few days till then keep up what you are doing you look much better than your pictures,” he said.
“So you have seen my picture?” I asked.
“Oh, I have seen several of them. I suppose you might say I have studied them,” he said as he packed his bag and headed out the door.
The man, code named Killer said, “Okay today the game changes. In the room down the hall is a man. Actually he is a big man and he is a soldier so this won’t be easy, but I want you to kill him. Do it with this or with your hands whichever is easier.”
“Not if he is no threat to me. I will not kill just to make you happy,” I said.
“Okay, it not about if you will, it’s about if you can.” He swapped the knife for something that look like a knife but actually was rubber that left a mark where it touched or sliced. The opponent didn’t bleed but the attack could be analyzed. “Listen close Rose, he doesn’t know what is going on. He is going to think you plan to kill him. So do it quick and I’ll come in and break it up before he kills you. If it drags on, that is longer for him to work on you.”
“The games you play are too damn rough Killer,” I said.
“Oh you love it or you would be gone by now. I’m trying to see where your limit is. Now go into the meeting room and kill the man in there,” he said.
“Is he expecting me to come kill him?” I asked.
“No he is waiting for the boss to go interview him, but trust me, he is a real soldier,” Killer said.
Before I went into the room I took off my sweater. I was down to my tee shirt. Also before I went in I manipulated my nipples until they were standing out straight and hard. I put the knife in my jeans along my spine.
“I opened the door walked in and ask, “You here for an interview as well?”
“I sure am,” he young blond soldier said. “I’m Ellery.”
He held out his hand to me while his eyes were focused on my nipples under the tee. I drew the knife in one motion and slashed his neck and stabbed him in the chest when I reached to see if he was bleeding.
Killer rushed into the room as the soldier attempted to recover. I was ready for him but Killer put an end to it. “Good work Rose,” he said to me. He looked disdainfully at the soldier. The commander will be in shortly with a copy of the tape.
We were in the hall when I asked, “You going to reject him?”
“Not because you killed him. He isn’t in the same program as you,” Killer said. “You can take the rest of the afternoon off.”
“I turned to leave and he grabbed me,” I pushed back hard till we hit the wall then I stabbed killer twice with the knife he gave me to take care of the soldier.
“Good fucking work. Go have an extra cup of coffee.” With that killer left the room limping a little.
For the next couple of days I worked with people who just showed up. They taught me more about how to misdirect people attention to allow me to escape or to get a lethal advantage if it should come to that.
The night before the doc was to come I suddenly found myself horny like a rabbit in heat. I knew better than to flirt with any of the staff and there was no one else in the camp it seemed. I knew better, but whoever they were they stayed away from me, and I stayed away from them. I had been warned and I was sure they had as well.
I used the computer to view internet porn. There were plenty of sites and they were easy to find. I wished that I had been taught how to hack the pay sites but that kind of technical information took years to gain. They had taught me how to steal information the fast and dirty way. Still there were enough free sites so that I could find all kinds of dirty deeds.
Since Lovie had insisted I begin getting in touch with my body by masturbating, I had been trying to have the giant rolling orgasm I had experienced as a preteen in West Virginia. The first two orgasms I had were like that. They started almost painfully and continued for several minutes. The first one left my bed soaked and stained. I slept in the cold wet puddle because I didn’t dare explain it to my mother.
It was kind of like a junky chasing that first high. I had never been able to reach that level again. Lovie had assured me that if I masturbated and really explored my body, I could achieve it again. She also gave me lots of techniques I had previously not known. Well at least I had never tried them.
Of course since she left I had been trying every night. I had orgasms every night as well but they only left me wanting more somehow. It did make me more susceptible to even the slightest suggestive comment. Not to give in to it, but to physically react to it. In other words horny as a doe rabbit in heat.
I somehow fell asleep after I masturbated two separate times. My sleep was troubled by erotic dreams starring both men and women. Fortunately I managed to stay inside my own species for my sex.
Killer had added a foam rubber mattress to the center post of the cabin. That post supported the span of the room beams. The rubber mattress and the padded gloves made it possible for me to work on some basic boxing moves anytime I wanted. I was ordered to hit the bag half an hour before noon and half an hour after my dinner. I finished my run with Big X and my punching of the post, before the Doc showed up.
“So Doc, am I healthy?” I asked.
“Healthy as a horse,” he said smiling. “So it appears we can schedule you for surgery any time now.”
“If I’m healthy as a horse why do I need surgery?” I asked concerned.
“We want to change your appearance and enhance your god given assets,” the Doc said.
“Are you talking about a boob job. If you are I want you to know I’m quite happy with what I have,” I replied.
“I’m sure you are but they would like you to have more. You are 34c 26 36 right now, and you sag a little even though you are only 28. That comes from the weight loss you suffered in prison. The getting into shape took care of the baby fat, but let the skin flabby.
Breast will be a full 36D, then a tummy tuck to get rid of the apron of skin and you will be fine body wise. Your face needs some work, your nose and a little pumping up of the lips and you will be a Barbie Doll. If you were paying for it, you would be looking at several thousand dollars, but you aren’t, so relax,” the doc said.
“So what is the recovery time?” I asked.
“The pain will be manageable immediately. The body will recover from the effects of the surgery in a few days. After the swelling goes down and the incisions have healed you will be able to return to your full rigorous routine,” he replied.
I didn’t feel I had a choice so I agreed. For two more days I worked with X and Killer but no technical people came to the compound. It was fine I didn’t mind the workouts and I had come to enjoy my time trying to kick the crap out of The Killer Elite as I thought of him.
On the third day before I dressed for my run there was a knock on the door. Two men in the uniforms of a private courier service stood at my door. “You Rose Shannon?” one of them asked.
“That’s me,” I said. “We are to pick you up and take you to the hospital for your surgery.”
“I think you guys have made a mistake. You need to go check in with the administration office,” I said.
“We will just leave then, good luck on getting to the clinic,” the man said.
It looked as though Killer was making me paranoid, but better paranoid than dead, I decided. I turned to go in when one of them touched me to turn me back to him. I gave him one of those jabs in the throat for his effort and thought of poor Nico. The second one was ready for such a maneuver so with him I had to duke it out.
He was probably expecting to slap me and see me cry. When he pull back for a roundhouse slap. I gave him a left jab to his nose and quickly followed it with a hard right hand blow to his head. His bell was ringing, when I went to work on his kidneys. Three combinations and I had the air out of them both. Since they had showed no lethal force I wasn’t inclined to look for a weapon to use on them. One to end their miserable lives.
That’s when X showed up. “My God Rose what the hell you been up to,” he asked.
“These two clowns said I should go with them. I guess I sort of refused. The one turning blue over there put his hands on me,” I said it as if it was enough reason to beat them senseless. And by the camp standards it was.
“You could have called,” X said.
“That’s what I was going to do, when pretty boy grabbed me,” I said.
“Well they were your escort,” he replied.
“Someone I recognized should have been with them, or told me they were coming,” I replied. I actually felt pretty good about what happened. I had put two of their permanent party on the ground.
“Okay, give me a minute and I’ll find someone to drive you down. I doubt these two will be in any mood to do it.” He made a call on his cell phone then said. “I have an assistant who can drive you down while I work with the others,” X said.
It was the first I knew that there were others training in the compound. I didn’t ask questions about them. A young man with a Middle Eastern accent showed up at the door next. “Big X sent me,” he said. “Would you like to call him before we leave.”
“No, I’m good,” I said.
“Yes you are,” he said with a smile.
We drove off in a not new, but late model Honda SUV. He drove carefully for about two hours. I found myself in a fairly large town. On the outskirts there was a large hospital. The sign on the lawn proclaimed it to be the Foothills Medical Center.
The young man, who during the drive told me to call him little X, escorted me to the check in desk, where he produced some paperwork. I just stood waiting for my chance to lie. It never came. The woman had no interest in me at all. She was just the intake clerk or at least that is what she advised me, when I asked a question.
They had me wear a gown when I went into the operating room. I had no idea they would do everything in one visit but that is what they did. I arrived back in the cabin at the Church Camp by 5 PM. Needless to say I felt like shit. Since I had bandages on my face, everyday a female from the staff cleaned and re-bandaged my wounds.
During that time I also began having a really weird dream. At first I thought it was the drugs. I told myself that if I had a chance I would request a different drug or dosage. It was more or less the same dream over and over. A big man in battle fatigues just showed up in the cabin. He came when I felt sorry for myself that first time. I mean I was dopey and felt like shit, not to mention I was in a strange place learning to kill people. Why wouldn’t I feel sorry for myself?
In the dream the man said in a foreign accent to stop feeling sorry for myself. The staff at Church Camp was to keep me from ending up like him, dead. He said it was time for me to start getting over the small shit and learn to deal with it all. “Learn to accept what you can’t change. Then twist it to your benefit,” the man who claimed to be dead said to me. I said nothing to anyone about the man. I didn’t need to be judged mental. If that happened, Mission might move on to someone else.
At the end of the week I felt like myself but I didn’t look like myself. I expected the Ghost dream to go away, but it continued. I told myself that I could handle it and continued to do the things necessary to move on.
The surgeons not only did the implants they did a boob lift as well. The saggy skin in my tummy and butt was gone as well. There were some red puffy areas but over all I was looking better.
After two more days I was up and running again. The fake boobs felt funny. I had been warned to wear an industrial strength bra, if I was going to run so I had. It felt weird but I managed it. That first day running I worried about being hit there in a struggle. Then I heard the voice of my ghost, “You are just going to have to deal with it because they aren’t going away. You can’t change it learn to accept it and twist it to your advantage like you did with the young recruit.”
Yes it scared hell out of me that I was hearing voices in the daytime, but over the last couple of days I had made peace with the ghost. I had even carried on conversations with him. I had asked him one night when I felt especially brave, “So who the fuck are you.”
“My name is Liam,” he said. “That’s about all I really understand about this new place I find myself.”
“Why are you helping me?” I asked.
“You remind me of someone and I want to see you succeed. Mostly I want to help you stay alive,” the ghost said while sitting on my bed. “And you have a great body now. Something seems to transcend death.” He was right. I felt and looked the best I had in years.
When the Camp Commandant came to see me, he walked stiffly into the room. “Well Rose, I want to compliment you and agent Mission. I have no idea how she spotted you, but you did really well here. You have only two more courses and those along with the morning runs will end this week and you will be gone. I want you to know I will be teaching you witchcraft and the Sergeant Major will be teaching you a short firearms course.” With that he left.
The next morning I met with the Sergeant Major again. “I’m glad to see you made it through. I would have expected the tough guy with the tats to be the only one to make it. It don’t matter none. You have done well enough to make it to the firearms course. I’m going to teach you to shoot a pistol and a rifle. You won’t need to know how to take one apart and clean it because you probably won’t have one of your own. If you take one off a dead body, it will either work on not. You just need to know how to load it and shoot,” the sergeant major said.
“That makes sense Sergeant Major,” I said trying to be agreeable. It was a lesson Liam the Ghost had taught me. “You aren’t going to impress these people with what a bad ass you are. You need to use them.”
“So let’s go to the range,” he suggested.
“I have no idea where the range is I have never been there,” I said.
“Well Rose, I have been there so follow me.” With that he took off at a jog they called double time. When we arrived at the range about a mile away I was a bit winded but not badly.
“This is a revolver,” he said handing me the kind of gun they used in the cowboy days. I had never held a revolver. “If you look down range to the twenty yard line you will see a post with a plastic milk jug. The jug will be your target. The revolver is reasonably accurate. So take a couple of practice shots then we can begin your lessons.”
I hit the jug on the first shot sending it into the air where I hit it again on the way down. “Very good Rose it looks like we can move on from the revolver. How are you with an automatic pistol?” he asked.
“Well I had never fired a revolver so I have no idea how I will do with the semi automatic pistol,” I replied seriously.
“It looks as though you have a few secrets of your own,” the voice of Liam the Ghost sounded inside my head.
The Sergeant Major handed me a 9mm automatic made by Glock. I was not familiar with it either. The Sergeant Major first showed me how to load and remove the safety from the Glock. He then sent a silhouette target down on a clothes line to about the same distance as the milk bottle had been. I fired the Glock 9mm six times and all of them went into the black body picture.
“That’s pretty impressive shooting for someone who isn’t familiar with firearms,” he said curiously.
“Yes it is,” agreed my Ghost
“I never said I wasn’t familiar with firearms. I said I wasn’t familiar with those firearms. I learned to shoot at the arcade as a teenager. It just stayed with me,” I lied.
“Well, let’s see how you do with the rifle,” he suggested. After I hit the targets each time he decided that I knew enough and the rest would be a waste of his time.
The witchcraft classes were all about how to get a message to my controller. The controller would pick up the flash drives with my reports or the contents of someone’s computer from a dead drop. He had to explain what a dead drop was and a few other things. By Friday I was ready to go.
I went into the Commandant’s Office. He gave me a couple of electronic devices and a manila envelope. “Leave the envelope after you read the contents. You will take the cell phone and small computer,” he said. “Rose I want to wish you luck. I would also like for you to know that you have impressed everyone here.”
I was outside waiting for my ride when I decided to test my ghost to see if I was just going crazy. “So Liam, what happened to the Commandant?” I asked.
“He was shot in the back on the rescue mission that was too late to save me. They did get the rest of my command home safe,” Liam said.
When the driver arrived I asked, “So what happened to the Commandant? It’s really important I know.”
“He took a 7.62 round in the spine. He is lucky he didn’t die,” the driver said. “I guess we are as well. He is one hell of a Commander.”
Edited by Walt