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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Shit Hits the Fan
Part: 4 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (M+F+ interr mock-rape)
Language: English
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@(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the
people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it
here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should
treat each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"The Shit Hits the Fan"
Part Four
(M+F+ interr mock-rape)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****
"I sense you have bad news, Stephan."
"Boss...The cunt just disappeared. She was seen entering the complex two
nights ago and her car was parked across from the condo. It's still there.
All her stuff's still in the condo...Clothes and all that shit. Beats the
fuck out of me where she's gone ?"
"Carol says the bitch'll hide out on the West coast. She goes way, way
back with Tamarack...Further than Carol does. She'll be no help finding her
but see what you can find out. I'm more interested in where that fucker
Tamarack is. Montana has me convinced he's alive but claims he hasn't a clue
where he is ? Carol figures we've seen the last of him. But, I'd like to
make sure. I've got a lot of plans for Ms. Tamarack." He chuckled a bit and
Stephan left the room.
*****
The bullet train was racing South at it's usual ninety miles an hour as I
watched Mt. Fuji appear out of the low clouds, scud and drizzle. Hamamatsu
would be clear but cold.
.....The surfboard shop was up North of Akihabra. I bought them right off
the rack. I was stoked there were some long boards and tried to meet Dale's
specifications as close as I could. The young japanese guy behind the counter
was amazed at the amount of resin, catalyst, extra skegs...Shit ! The works !
I bought it all and the fucker even said he'd ship it the next day.
I spent the night in a little drab hotel and ate mediocre sushi across the
street. There wasn't a round-eye in sight when I slinked back to my room for
an early night.....
Fuji was majestic in it's winter coat of white and I flashed back to the
year I climbed it with my wife and children. The exhilaration on my boy's
faces as they held their walking sticks out to get the final stamp branded
into the wood. The way the beer tasted at the top. The rush I got when I lit
my first cigarette.....I met him that first year I was stationed in Tokyo. I
gave some lecture at their air command and staff college, only they called it
something different.
He was one of the students, a former demonstration pilot for their number
one fighter, the F-1 (kind of like the U.S. F-4 - a multi purpose fighter) and
a member of their acrobatic team. We shared the sunrise with several Filipino
women and quite a lot of whisky. Now, this was back in the days when I was
married with children, plus an officer and gentleman...A pillar of the
community and all that shit. We honestly just drank and bullshit with them
all night and then took them out to breakfast. I can't remember when I
started to change. It was well before my family didn't come home that
afternoon.
Every trip I made to teach the course, he met me. His english was so
shitty and my japanese so bad that we would end up swearing at each other.
Then laughed like fools at each other. My wife and I used to send his family
a greeting at Christmas. This part of the plan was rather weak and I was
praying for a lot of help on this one. This would all be up to Whoever ?
The train platform was a brisk forty-two degrees and I hurried to find a
cab. I had the cabby drop me off several blocks from the base and wandered
around to find some descent sushi for lunch. The pack of cards was harder to
find but at about fourteen hundred hours a very well dressed gaijin gentleman
was presenting an envelope to the guard at the main gate of the japanese self
defense force's first air force base.
He burst into the sushi bar a little after sixteen-thirty. He was dressed
in mufti...Thank God ! "Ace" ! His idea to make it easier for the dumb
gaijin. I could never pronounce his given name, even today but that never
stopped me from making him call me "Willy." That was a mouth full for an
oriental and I was laughing already as he made right for my table. I was up,
hugging him. We poured each other beer and he laughed at the way I contacted
him. His english was much better than my japanese so we conversed in my
native tongue. His "Willy" was perfect but I gave him some shit about it
anyway.
We ended up just about where we did over twenty years ago...Just fucking
drunker than dirt, trying to escort a couple of filipino girls half our age
back to the hotel. We made it but I'm not sure there was much sex involved.
I woke the next morning, still in my boxer shorts. My young friend was fully
dressed, sleeping in the chair across the room. The TV was blaring some
japanese soap opera and it was after noon.
I got righteously stoned and slept all the way back to Tokyo on the bullet
train...Less than a week to go. Not much time and I had a lot of shit to do.
In three days I was ready to go. I sent Neal an invitation to the going
away party and pressed Kori to find me a very young lady. It was going to be
touch and go. I considered selling some dope around the american school in
japan but in this country, that was very, very risky...Even with the
protection, I was supposed to have ?
***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****
She looked no more that thirteen, maybe fourteen...Wearing a uniform skirt
and tunic, her breasts just beginning to fill out the tunic. Really they were
just small mounds with no definite shape. Her black hair was cut short up
around her cheek bones. Her teeth were typical of a young girl who hasn't
seen an orthodontist. She was carrying her shoes, bare footed, walking among
the sand dunes.
The wind was out of the North and cold. This was beginning to look like a
real stupid idea. Be a whole lot more realistic if it was Summer but I didn't
have the time. The gusts were probably in the twenties, the ocean a froth of
wind driven waves.
The young japanese girl had just looked up. When she saw the man with the
video camera, she started running. The man with the camera followed. Later
this segment would be almost useless, he thought as he chased her. He was
wrong. It was what made the movie.
He caught her as she entered the view of the camera on the tripod. He had
her pinned to the sand and was running his hand up under her skirt. You could
see the bulge of his hardon in his sweat pants. He started pulling a bag out
of his jeans, over her head it went. He tied her wrists with twine.
The young girl struggled for a bit but the man was busy lighting a big,
fat marijuana cigarette. He exhaled into the bag several times. The
struggling finally ceased after about five or six bags full of smoke. The man
produced a larger bag and stuffed the rag doll-like figure into it. It was a
short walk from the dunes to the car and into the trunk she went. The man
drove off.
If you were watching ? The girl climbed over into the front seat after
the car had driven about a hundred feet. Then the car stopped and the man ran
back and retrieved the tripod and video camera.
The next scene opened with the man carrying the bag over his shoulder as
he worked his way into a small japanese apartment. There was no struggling
from inside the bag. The whole room was covered in sleeping mats. The man
carefully laid the bag down and immediately opened the draw string. The young
girl's head lolled out of the bag.
Her eyes opened as the man pulled the rest of the bag off her. She rolled
to a wall and tried to focus her eyes on the man. His laughter filled the
room and then his sweat pants were coming down. The waist got hung up on the
boner sticking out of his groin. It bobbed around when he pulled the sweats
down.
He kicked them off with his feet as he lit up the big joint again. The
girl was cowering in the corner of the room. He approached her with the joint
held out in his hand...As if he were offering it to her. She tried to become
one with the corner.
His lips were against hers. He fought to open her mouth and then his
tongue was invading her. Her tongue hid...Didn't know what to do ? The smoke
filled her mouth. She coughed but his tongue never left her mouth and soon
her tongue was fencing with his. Another drag and he was blowing it into her
mouth.
His hands were massaging her breasts, his groin grinding it's muscle
against her hip and belly. She followed him after he left her in the corner
and stood by him as he lay down on the sleeping mats. He offered her the
joint and she accepted. He coached her in japanese how to smoke it and off
she went. A coughing spasm followed so he told her to sit.
She was sitting opposite his hard phallus and was embarrassed to look at
it. He laughed and told her to smoke more. She did and this time the
coughing was not bad at all. The man was stroking her bare thigh up under her
skirt. She was smoking again and now he was on his knees next to her, pulling
her blouse apart. The buttons bounced around on the sleeping mat. His hands
were all over the bare mounds growing out of her chest. His mouth was on her
bare neck and his tongue was wetting her skin. Her hands tried to capture
his, whether to pull them away or encourage more action ? It was hard to
tell.
He thrust her hands down to his cock and forced them to touch and caress
his hard meat. The coaching lasted over five minutes. By then she was
stroking him like a pro. He was jerking around in front of her when a large
squirt of semen flew out of his cock and splattered against her stomach. He
laughed as his cock got slippery with his seed.
The young girl was lowered to her back as the man licked his cum off her
stomach. She giggled when his tongue reamed into her belly button. His hands
were busy at her waist, undoing her skirt. Down it came, panties and all.
Her lower stomach looked bare but when the man pulled her legs apart, her
cunt lips were covered with a thick mat of straight black hair. He lowered
his head and buried his face in the young thing's groin. She bucked and then
moaned real low. The man's head was still but his tongue was reaming it's way
into the young thing's cunt, right between her plump lips, right up to her
tiny clitoris. She bucked again and this time it was a very loud moan.
The man had her bent onto her back and was slathering her groin with
saliva. Her cunt lips were slick with his spit and her cunt butter. You
could see the man's hard cock grinding against the young girl's back.
He was pulling her over on top of him as he rolled to his back on the
sleeping mats. His boner was poking into her butt as she wiggled around on
top of him. He was trying to line her up so he could thrust his cock up into
her belly. Twice, he shot up between the cheeks of her slender butt.
"Shack, Lead !" Third times the charm. The man's cock exploded into the
young girl's tight cunt. The scream sounded real and the blood looked real.
The fucking not only looked real but was real while the scream and
blood...Must you be reminded, are simulated as are the cum shots !?!
The man was like an oil derrick below the young girl and the sound of wet
meat slapping together was filling the room. They changed positions and the
man fucked the young thing from behind until he shot a long streak of cum up
into her hair. The gray-white in the dark black was impossible to miss and
quite an ending to this epic.
*****
The room was full this time but there were a lot of underlings. The word
must have got around. I passed out lots of cigars and the room filled with
smoke. I moved off to the side of the head table and waited patiently. My
benefactor and his son beckoned me. I knelt.
"Aaah...While like it's really been a blast...I'm going to be leaving a
little bit ahead of schedule. I think the deal was two movies and maybe a
couple of farms...Well, I didn't quite get to the farms but..." I held out
the box and bowed. The younger man accepted it and smiled broadly when he saw
the quarter pound of bud.
The lights came down after everyone was well lubricated and then total
silence as the video lit up the room. It was real...Well, to them it was.
You could feel the vibrations in the room...The moods...Disgust, envy, desire,
despair...All mixed with the sound of fucking filling the room. The pounding
of a hard dick into a soft, sweet pussy.
Polite applause started it and then men were getting to their feet and the
clapping got louder. Several made a move to the gaijin and slapped him on the
back. More sake, more dope. The men were keyed up and eager to get home to
their women. They would be spent tomorrow morning and back to just being
whatever ?!
I cornered the son of my benefactor and begged for a couple of last minute
favors. "Anything...Willy-san. You paid way too much for your protection.
My father insists, if you come back, you must start on the farms. He claims
it increases his potency." I laughed as he handed me an envelope. It wasn't
a check.
He left the room and came back with a card. "Give it to the doorman. He
will know where to take it and then enjoy an evening on us. Comped...As they
say in Las Vegas." He laughed. I wasn't totally surprised he knew about
Hamamatsu. I'm sure they had eyes every where but I don't think they realized
my relationship with "Ace." We appeared to meet each other for the first time
at the "Filipino" Club.
"One last thing." I bowed at the waist.
He yanked me up. "Enough of this shit !"
I handed him another, larger package. Now, it was all shit from Las Vegas
but there was some pretty good video there. He started to open it.
I stopped him. "For you and your dad's pleasure only. After viewing them
you can decide what you want to do with them. My treat. Your protection was
invaluable...Precious as life itself. Enjoy them." I bowed and backed away.
At the door I was stopped by the muscle. He looked over my shoulder and
then was backing out of the way. I was out into the hall and heading for the
elevator. It was eleven. Kori should be enticing Neal out of the sushi bar
right about now.
The train took forever but I finally met Misha at the Fussa Mickey D's
about midnight. We hurried to the hotel and entered the room just as Neal was
filling Kori's cunt with a ton of jizzim. Misha laughed when Neal rose up off
Kori like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie drawer.
Misha was stripping off her clothes and Neal's rage turned to interest.
He'd quit calling me a "fucking faggot," anyway. I wasted no time and was
filling Kori's hemorrhaging cunt with my boner and then Neal was laughing his
ass off as Misha started sucking his cum soaked dick.
Colonel Neal Henderson didn't quite make it to the office the next morning
but a quite nondescript, well dressed gaijin boarded the Tokyo station bullet
train for Hamamatsu at zero seven forty-five.
***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****
The temperature on the platform didn't feel that much warmer than the
other day but the thermometer said it was fifteen degrees warmer. Maybe, an
early Spring ? I slipped off the platform and grabbed a cab.
I demanded to view the room before registering and looked at two before I
was satisfied. The room was just below the penthouses. While nice, it wasn't
anything like the penthouse. But then it should be for four hundred big
ones...Not yen, either. A half hour later I was wandering the streets. "Ace"
had control now. I ate a leisurely lunch and was right there for the pick-up.
"Ace" was driving in his lieutenant colonel's uniform and I was busy
transforming myself into major general Tamarack. The staff of the hotel
snapped to when we burst into the lobby. I wasn't there ten seconds before
"Ace" berated the staff for not having their shit together. After a lot of
air sucking and bowing we were riding up in the elevator.
Getting the girls up was going to be a lot harder. I changed and wandered
out of the hotel about an hour later. "Ace" came down in mufti and drove the
limo back to the base. I thought the two star flag, flying from the bumper
was really a kick.
I took a cab and was there just as the doors opened. It was dark and the
place was rather nondescript but I was alert and hadn't had a joint in over an
hour or so. I was hoping this card would work for more than just the girls.
I bowed and presented the card to a very nice looking filipino young lady.
She was confused, looking at the card. Like she'd never seen anything
like it. A japanese gentleman appeared out of nowhere and took the card out
of the girl's hand and glanced at it. His head was on it's way up to stare me
down when he looked again at the card, bowed deeply and backed away.
Going to get more fire power is what I figured. The guy was putting on
his coat even though I was just wearing a nylon wind breaker. He bowed deeply
and bade me follow him. Off I went, right through the club and into the back.
I was introduced to another gentleman and several girls entered the room. The
wine, women and song started right then and there.
"Ace" was escorted into the room and then the head heavy politely asked me
to accompany him to another room. He apologized for not being more
accommodating when I arrived. I laughed and torched up a big joint. The
money was a surprise...A large box of it...All yen. He was supposed to
deliver it right away. It just arrived, he assured me. I asked if he could
change it to dollars and deliver it before six tomorrow evening. He bowed
deeply and I wrote out the name of the hotel.....
"Ace" and I were wandering through the club, flirting with the young
ladies. I told "Ace" we should think about taking three or four with us. He
was telling me that bringing that many would just make it easier for him to
prove his sexual superiority. I laughed my ass off. He was drinking from a
bottle of Jack Daniel's and I figured it was all over but the shouting.
We both got antsy when the club started to fill up with japanese gentleman
but that didn't deter us from dancing with every girl there. We knew a few of
them but had always been so fucked up, not much happened. I finally convinced
"Ace" to stop drinking and was in one of the private rooms with him and a
couple of young ladies.
He laughed at the cigar I handed him. Called me a "cheap Charlie" for
bringing just one. I laughed back and encouraged him to inhale. He took a
deep drag. "Good-by, 'Ace'!"
His japanese sounded like a third graders. I took a drag and passed it to
my date. She was pretty good size for a filipino. I sucked the smoke out of
her mouth and blew it back to her. She fell back against the sofa couch. I
laughed as "Ace" was dancing around the room to some mysterious, hidden music.
I was sure he was the only one listening to that channel. I encouraged the
other filipino girl to take a drag and then hot boxed her. She joined her
friend.
I wandered back to the dance floor for a while and came back with two
more. Everyone was dancing when we entered the room. Two more small ones,
like little girls. More hot boxing and we were all dancing around in the room
with no music. It was a riot.
The limo arrived right on time. Off we went. I took my time dressing as
the rest of the group were in the ozone. I took a couple of hits and joined
them. I marched into the lobby and went right up to the desk. In my limited
japanese I ordered the clerk to get my briefcase out of the safe. It had
important documents in it that I needed to review. Off he went and my arm
went up. "Ace" pulled the girls through the lobby and into the elevator. Up
they went with time to spare.
The clerk was back with my briefcase and noticed the elevator going up.
He asked me who had come through the lobby and I told him my japanese aide.
The clerk checked the video of the elevator and found just "Ace" smiling back
at the camera. I rustled around a bit in the briefcase and finally snapped it
shut. The elevator arrived at the bottom floor as I approached. I bid the
clerk good-night and was off.
My cock was starting to get hard. I imagined "Ace" already in the process
of balling one of them, the other three watching. I lit up the joint at the
fifteenth floor and walked to the penthouse. "Ace" was ready to go over the
side. The girls were all looking on in puzzlement.
Down he went. The frame went up as he was half way down, repelling his
way to my suite. I had the pulley set up and the first girl in the basket
when I felt the tug. Over the side she went. I steadied the basket and down
she went. It took us less than ten minutes and I was lowering the frame to
the patio floor and untangling the rope. If you think I'm going to repel down
seven or eight feet while fifteen stories up...You're on drugs ! Now, I've
done some other crazy shit.....
The stereo was cranking and the pot smoke was filling the room. God !
These people would go crazy on it. That's why the old man was disappointed !
I took a hit off the bong and zoomed into space with the rest of them. Two of
the girls got naked pretty fast but I beat them there and was coaxing the
other two to get naked. My cock was like stone and "Ace" was laughing his ass
off. He stopped abruptly when one of the small ones started pulling his
slacks off.
"Ace's" cock was a hot dog in his white briefs. I quite pulling on the
lady I was coaxing to get undressed and made my cock bob in my crotch. "Ace"
was laughing his ass off again. He kept laughing as the young thing started
sucking his cock but that didn't last long. His cock was about the exact
replica of mine although he was uncircumcised. The little filipino was
reaming her tongue between his foreskin and his cock head.
I crawled up on to the reluctant one's lap and started kissing her. She
didn't try to push me away very hard and it only lasted a second or two. My
tongue was fencing with a very willing partner just a few seconds after that.
Her blouse opened easily and she thrust her tits forward as I reached behind
her to remove her bra. Her nipples were very erect about a half an inch long
and thick...About finger size. Her breast meat was firm and didn't jiggle
much but her tits overflowed my hands.
She was shucking off her blouse and bra while I was sucking on her
nipples. As soon as she was topless, I pushed her hands to my groin and
filled her hands with my cock. Her mouth was next and I stood on the couch as
she gobbled me up. My hands were in her hair and I was pulling and pushing
her mouth back and forth on my cock. Her lips were slick and I could feel her
tongue paint itself against my bone.
One of the others was watching from the end of the couch. I told her to
spread her legs. Her cunt opened a bit and it was moist. I beckoned her.
She smiled and told me I was busy. I laughed and lunged for her. She was
stoned and very slow. My hands were on the back of her thighs and I was
bending her back. My cock went in smoothly and her eyes got wide when I
bottomed out. She was very tight but not at all bony...Sweet meat, here I
come.
I was in over drive when I felt the other one at my back. Her breasts
were mashed against my back and she was rubbing my chest. I was sweating.
She had her hands on my back and they were approaching my ass. My hips were
like a jack hammer gone mad. When the one behind me grasped my balls, I
exploded and like a man electrocuted; I jumped away from my partner. My cock
was still hard but now it was covered with a glaze of cunt butter.
"Ace" was fucking the shit out of one of them. She was squealing from the
other bed. The one with the big tits was naked. Her loins were covered with
an untamed forest of dark black pubic hair. I went for her and had her legs
over my shoulders in seconds. My face was buried in her loins, lapping at her
nectar. Her cunt lips were thin lines of flesh and her pearl was prominent.
I licked at my leisure until she was babbling incoherently.
Time to do some strokin' ! I was up and in her in a flash and the fucking
began. The sweat was pouring off me as I labored above her. The slapping
sound filled the room. "Ace" was saying something but I was way out there and
just heard sound. I could feel her cunt grasping me, squeezing the life out
of he and then I was spasaming above her. I could feel my bone twitch in her
womb and then I was gone.
I came back. Who knows how long I was gone ? I was on my back and my
breath smelled of pussy. My face was covered in a glaze of "C" butter. I
licked my lips. They were still moist. The room was silent.
***** CHAPTER SEVENTEEN *****
Mean while, back at the ranch:
"Hey ! Boss, we got a feeler on some white guy selling porno in Tokyo.
Nobody seems to have a name on this guy. Just a white guy in jap land,
selling high grade porno."
"That's him, Stephan. But unless you got someone on him right now. He'll
disappear like smoke. Somebody is letting you smell this scent. It's
Tamarack all right but he's in his environment now. Carol says he spent years
over there and has people we could never reach...Military types."
"But, boss ! We're checking all the flights."
Elija laughed. "Oh ! Shit, Stephan...He'll never take a flight. He'll
fly himself out of there or figure a way to do it without anyone catching him.
He could be any one of a hundred people by now. No, Stephan, he's gone.
We'll never find him now but keep all the feelers out anyway."
"Normally that wouldn't be to hard. Word is there's a hundred or so
videos roaming around Tokyo. I think the fucker was a little bigger than we
thought. You think he's got connections ?
"Nah...Stephan, this Tamarack fucker is a loner. He would have made a
great agent back when we needed a lot of soldiers. He's a dying breed and
should be put out of his misery. He'll turn up and we'll be ready to
accommodate him very nicely."
Stephan had his first doubts at that moment. Elija was taking too much
advice from that "Tamarack" broad. His brain was going to mush. Shit ! No
way anyone would give up a guy making them millions. Seems this Tamarack
makes friends of everyone ?!
*****
The girls went out the back early the following afternoon. "Ace" and I
went back to bed. It was dark when we woke. I didn't feel too bad but "Ace"
had a slight headache. We ordered from room service and ate a feast about
midnight. We were at the airport a little after one. Gear in the well at
zero two hundred. We'd both just popped enough dextrin to keep an army awake
for a month.
About half way to Okinawa "Ace" changed flight plans. Two minutes later,
using different call letters, I called attempted to open a flight plan. Our
call signs were similar enough that quite a confusion was caused. My
transmissions faded out and then so did "Ace's." I was positive they were
clueless and could care less as we were light airplanes. Who gives a shit if
those fuckers die ? They're rich fuckers.
We gassed up in Okinawa about five and I tossed both flight plans on the
operations desk before we left. They both said closed and I figured that
since one of us got gas...Well, nobody was going to check anyway.
It was early afternoon when we sighted land. "Ace" had procured some very
finely detailed maps and we were only about three miles South of our
destination. We came over the field at about three hundred feet. The
throttle was in idle and we were almost silent. "Ace's" landing was just
about perfect and he shut down the engine as we coasted toward the barrels.
There were three of them and they cost me a lot of bread.
We were playing with pros but then I was paying for pros. I figured it
was an even trade. We tested the gas and then pumped our brains out. "Ace"
and I shared a little rice. The idea was for him to get back about two in the
morning. We had some time to waste. We told lots of stories.
He was checking the gas again, draining water out of it. We hugged and
"Ace" told me my japanese wasn't too bad for a gaijin...Who's self taught,
mind you. I hugged him again and told him his english was first class. The
dust settled quickly after he broke ground. He rocked his wings before
disappearing over the horizon. He wasn't very high. I headed for the bushes
and started walking. The road was just beyond the jungle.
*****
"Hey ! Boss...You're not going to believe this. We got confirmation that
Tamarack is in Japan. DEA says they tracked his passport number to
Tokyo...Some air force flight into some air force base I can't pronounce.
Three months ago...They knew this. I think Montana was embarrassed. They
have little or no sources and even when Wayne told the japs that Tamarack was
a known dope smuggler they showed little interest...You don't suppose he got
real close to their mob do you ? They can't stand round eyes."
Elija looked deep in thought. Stephan started giggling. "What's so
fucking funny ?"
"Get this...There's some video going around showing the two DEA guys who
survived the shoot out...You know...Showing them fucking the shit out of some
girl scouts. It's got to be Tamarack. There's also one of Wayne Montana with
Tamarack's wife and some young chick...Supposedly his daughter. I don't think
Wayne's going to be thinking about much but getting Tamarack. Word is he's
toast...Kicked out of the DEA."
Elija smiled. Willy was settling down for a while...Maybe a year or two ?
How could he smoke him out ? He'd have to think about it. He'd find him...He
was sure of that. The world wasn't that big.
end
!!! COMING SOON !!!
*** "Yamashita's Gold" ***
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