Message-ID: <48906asstr$1092993002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040820001256.19019.qmail@web60410.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 17:12:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Oscar Meyers I-06 (mf mm) Lines: 735 Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48906> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail is new and improved - Check it out! http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail <1st attachment, "desert-06.txt" begin> Oscar Meyers Part 1: Foo Fighter By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 Chapter 6 A naked Oscar stepped out of the bedroom and stopped as he stretched feeling the muscles tighten and then relax. He was feeling exceptionally good that morning. Last night Jennifer had been a wild woman, claiming that it was a goodbye fling. She had worn him out with her sexual energy and he had slept very well. Georgia, seated on the couch, watched him with a feral intensity as he stepped into the living room. Her eyes drank in his body and her body tingled in its desire for him. He sat down on a chair across from her. His eyes flicked across her naked body, appreciating the view. She was a smaller version of her sister. Her breasts looked bigger, even though they were smaller than her sister's breasts. The smaller frame of her body gave that impression. Her nipples were erect, despite the fact that it didn't seem that cold in the room to him. He wondered if she was sexually excited. His cock started to respond, but he pushed away the thought. He said, "I would like it if you could join me at the training facility." Thoughts that she had not entertained for a long time went through her head. She had noticed the beginning of his erection. Her eyes flew from his cock to his face in surprise at his suggestion. She asked, "What do you mean?" His eyes rested on her face and answered, "You fight like I do and you know as much about the training program as I do. You helped create it and I need you to help me. I hope you can join me." She looked at the floor for several minutes before softly answering, "I would like that, but...." He waited for her to continue as she stared off into space for a moment. It had been a slim hope that she would join him, but her hesitancy suggested that she wouldn't. Disappointed at her lack of enthusiasm, he said, "I understand. You have other responsibilities." She looked up at him, her lower lip quivering, as she said, "I want more from you than that." She looked upset. Wanting to comfort her, he gracefully rose from his chair and moved to the couch settling down beside her. Putting an arm around her, he pulled her close to him. It was incredible how good it felt to hold her like that. Tenderly, he looked into her eyes and said, "Tell me what you want and it is yours." Her eyes searched his, seeking any guile or deception. She felt that if he truly liked her then his body would be responding to her presence. Yet, he sat there flaccid and apparently physically uninterested in her. She wondered if he couldn't see her need. She feared that if he was to see it, that he would take advantage of her. Years of pursuit by mindless males had built huge walls of distrust of masculine sexual drives. She hesitantly said, "I don't know if I can tell you." He was about to respond when Jennifer came out of the bedroom. She smiled as she saw the couple sitting together on the couch with his arm around her sister in a clearly protective gesture while her sister was looking at him with desire. She didn't realize that she was interrupting a private moment that had only begun to blossom. Looking at them with a smile, she said, "It's about time you two lovebirds connected. I've been waiting all week for this to happen." Oscar looked at her with surprise written on his face. He felt a significant emotional attachment to Georgia, but hadn't realized that it was obvious to anyone. He didn't know if it was love, but he did know that he enjoyed being around her tremendously and the house seemed empty when she was not there. They had spent almost every free minute together. She had helped him flesh out his training program. Georgia looked at him out of the corner of her eye, afraid of what she might see. She feared that he didn't really care about her. She finally blurted out, "He's asked me to go with him to Afghanistan." Jennifer, still not picking up on the underlying tension, assumed that they had already been to bed together. She replied, "I was getting worried that he was going to leave without you making a move on him. So now that you know how he is in bed, you can go with him. Clearly he isn't a love 'em and leave 'em type of guy." Blushing brightly, Oscar said, "I'm afraid that we haven't been to bed. I'm waiting for her to be ready for it. I asked her to come with me because ..." Jennifer covered her mouth with her hand in dismay. For the past week, she had watched them work, play, and talk with each other. They complemented each other. If she was asked, she would have to say that she was jealous of her sister. Not because of Oscar, but because her sister had found such pleasure with him. She said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." Georgia could hardly believe her ears. He wanted her and was waiting for her to act. No one had ever displayed such self control on her behalf. She couldn't believe it and asked for confirmation, "You've been waiting for me to ask you?" Oscar looked into her eyes and said, "Of course, I want to you be ready and willing to accept me into your life." "You want me in your life?" She looked into his eyes, hoping against hope that he meant what he had just said. He wanted her in his life; his words echoed in her mind. Oscar took her hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed it gently and then answered, "Very much." She looked at her sister and realized that she suddenly wanted to be alone with Oscar more than anything. She stood, holding his hand, and said, "Come with me." Oscar followed her to her bedroom. Jennifer watched them leave the room. Oscar's cock reacted to the promise that the moment held, swelling with each step. Aloud, to no one in particular, she said, "Thank the Gods and Goddesses. It's taken them long enough." Georgia settled onto the bed and lay back pulling Oscar down to her. He moved beside her and started kissing her. He could tell that she had different needs than her sister. She needed to submit, but only to a certain point at which she would then need to take charge. He kissed her, trailing kisses along her neck, behind her ears, and moving slowly to her breasts. Taking his time, he enjoyed the flavor of this woman. Her skin, speckled here and there with freckles and imperfections that all bodies have, was unexplored territory. He enjoyed his explorations as much as she enjoyed the sensations it provided her. As her excitement grew, so did her aggression. She would move under him trying to get him to pay attention to one place more than another. Excited, she forced his head between her legs, spreading them to make access to her womanhood easier. The rich aroma of her juices excited him. The smell differed significantly from her sister's. He licked her juices amazed at the quantity that she produced. He knew that she was ready to take charge when she started directing his head from place to place by pulling on his hair. He moved up her body so that he was laying on her. Grabbing her, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She was now above him and in control. She didn't waste a minute before she had mounted his cock. She worked herself up and down his cock, hoping that it would drive her to a release. History argued against it since she had never had release from sex with a partner, usually having to settle for her own hand to bring her off. She changed her movements to small circular rolls of her hips. That hit the right spot and her climax rushed over her, surprising them both. For her, she had been frustrated as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then, in space of two seconds, it seemed that all frustration evaporated and her mind and body exploded with pleasure. For him, she was just moving fluidly and then her entire body went rigid. The blush that spread across her entire body was enough to send him over the edge. She fell across his body, hugging him and weeping gently. He didn't understand the tears, but understood her need to be held. He put his arms around her and held her closer while she remained impaled on his cock. The lack of movement didn't create the kind of pain that he was used to experiencing after orgasm. The warm envelopment of her cunt around his cock, kept him erect. His need for her grew as they held each other. For the first time, the act of coupling stopped being sex and became loving. The transition was subtle, but both felt it. His hips rose off the bed in little movements that excited them both. Her clit was pressed against him and each little motion seemed to cause a jolt of electricity to flow from her clit to her breasts and finally to her brain. The tightness of her cunt rubbed the ridge of the head of his cock. The sensation was extremely satisfying. He flexed his cock inside her and they both jumped at the sensation. Her breath became ragged. She was building to another orgasm as was he. She pushed against his hips as they rose off the bed. They lay like that, slowly working up to a release. The first five minutes were pleasant. The second five minutes was phenomenal. At thirty minutes, the feelings they shared were so intense that neither of them would ever be able to describe it. The orgasm, when it finally came, was shattering. A spiritual bond was forged between them. They both wept like babies as they recovered from the effects of the orgasm. Oscar stood at the door looking at Georgia. It was clear to anyone that saw him that he didn't want to leave. She would be joining him in a month, but even stepping out of the house seemed impossible. Jennifer watched the lovers as they looked into each other's eyes and she shook her head at the sight. Oscar looked like a lovesick puppy and she didn't even want to think what her sister looked like. Finally, she had enough and said, "It is time for you to get to the plane. They aren't going to hold it for you." Oscar, wearing his red robe, followed her to the car. People stopped to look at the pair as they walked with cat-like grace to the car. They got into the car and left for the airport, unconcerned about the effect they had on the people around them. It was only a twenty-minute drive across the base to the airfield and they made good time in getting there. The security gate at the airfield took less than two minutes to get through. The guard had snapped to attention when they had pulled up in her car. Jennifer laughed as she said, "It never ceases to amaze me at how quickly they can snap to attention when they see the red robes." Although Druids had been in the public eye for almost a decade, their influence on public policy was only now becoming clear. Oscar asked, "Why do they do that?" She answered, "The word has gotten out on this base that we are to be treated like Colonels or better. Many of the upper ranking officers think that we are super soldiers. Can't tell them otherwise, so we have to put up with it. Personally, I can't wait for one of them to drop the bullshit and treat me like a normal person." They had just gotten out of her car when a soldier came up to them and asked, "Oscar Meyers?" Oscar turned and nodded in acknowledgement. He replied, "Yes?" "Your plane is ready. I'll take you to it," he said. The soldier looked very uncomfortable at dealing with the Druid. After looking back in the direction of the house, Oscar turned to Jennifer and said, "I love your sister very much. I hope that isn't a problem for you." Jennifer laughed and answered, "The only problem it presents is that I'm going to have a very lovelorn sister moping around the house for the next month." Oscar looked very serious and said, "I'm sorry." Jennifer laughed as she replied, "Don't be sorry. I've been hoping she'll find someone for years. Now get on your plane." Oscar hugged Jennifer and then turned to the soldier. With far more sharpness in his voice than he had intended, he commanded, "Lead the way." He followed the soldier to a large transport plane and entered through the loading ramp. He stopped to look at all of the crates on the plane, surprised by the tremendous amount of material loaded within it. All of it was to be used in the construction of the training facility. He looked around and asked, "Is this it?" The soldier shook his head and answered, "There's another plane that has material and the engineers are on it." Oscar looked around and asked, "Why aren't there any men on this plane?" "We thought you would be more comfortable alone." Oscar looked at the soldier for a moment and then asked, "Are you going on the other plane?" "Yes, sir." He smiled and said, "Good. Let's get over there and I'll fly with you guys." The soldier looked uncomfortable for a second. There was a long pause before he replied, "Yes, sir." The two men left the transport and went to another plane. As they walked, Oscar asked, "So what do you like to be called, Private Whitman?" Recognizing that Oscar was trying to make him feel a little more comfortable in his presence, the man answered, "Most of the guys call me Whitey." Oscar knew from first hand experience about how some folks were given nicknames that they didn't necessarily like, but answered to anyway. As if it was a fact, he said, "You don't like that." "Not really," replied the private surprised that Oscar had picked up on that. "So what do you like to be called?" Private Whitman answered, "Jim." Oscar looked at the private and stated, "Okay Jim. Call me Oscar." "Yes sir." Tired of being addressed so formally by everyone, Oscar looked at the private and replied, "Oscar!" "Yes, Oscar," replied Jim as he started to relax in light of the informal manner of the man. Oscar walked along for a moment towards another airplane. He said, "Well, let's see how many Oscar Meyer jokes you guys have come up with." The private nearly stumbled. He had laughed as hard as the rest of the men about the hot dog they were taking over to Afghanistan. He looked over at Oscar and noticed the smile plastered on his face. He asked, "You don't mind?" It wasn't that he didn't mind, but he understood why they did it. It allowed them a chance to feel superior to someone, hiding their own insecurity. Oscar said, "They don't know me enough to respect me yet. That will come with time. Until then, they'll make their jokes." Jim glanced at Oscar out of the corner of his eyes as he considered what the Druid had said. To hear someone talk about earning respect was something that was relatively new to him. Respect was given to rank with the understanding that it had been earned. They entered the other transport plane to see more crates and boxes on board. There were a number of bored soldiers seated on the hard chairs along each side of the transport. Oscar went to one of the seats and sat down as the men in the plane stared at him. He smiled back and said, "Now that the big wiener is here, let's get this show in the air." A ripple of laughter ran through the plane as the loading ramp lifted, closing the rear of the plane. Oscar watched the rest of the world disappear and turned to look at the traveling companions. They would be with him until the camp was established and then half would leave. He waited until the plane had taken off before standing up. This was his chance to meet the men and women that would be working with him. He went from individual to individual, asking their names and their interests. He spent almost half the trip in this fashion, spending at least ten minutes with each person. The last soldier, Brett Nolan, he met had watched Oscar go from person to person. He felt that Oscar was attempting to suck up to the men and his respect for the man had dropped through the whole flight. When he was given a chance to talk to Oscar, he asked, "You are a Druid, aren't you?" Oscar looked over at the man and answered, "Yes, I am. I serve the Gods and Goddesses, although my service supports primarily the God." Another soldier asked, "So what does that mean?" Oscar looked off into the distance and answered, "It means I live my life according to certain rules. I strive to protect the weak from the strong. I work to defeat evil in the world. I advise others on how to serve the greater interests of mankind. It is an awesome responsibility and one that I take very seriously. Lives hang in the balance based on decisions that I make. The God has blessed me with special abilities to aide me, but I am still a man and prone to err." Brett was skeptical of the claim and unwilling to risk his life around a religious fanatic. It was easy for them to say they had met their Gods and Goddesses, but he was a realist. Things like that didn't happen. He looked over at Oscar and asked, "So what special abilities did your God give to you? Walking through walls, the ability to fly, invisibility, or x-ray vision?" Recognizing sarcastic disbelief when he heard it, Oscar looked at him in the eye with an unflinching gaze. With steel in his voice, he answered, "He gifted me with the knowledge and ability to fight terrorists." "Yeah, right." "You are talking to a superior, Private. Show him respect," commented the Sergeant assigned to the unit. The tension in the plane returned with a vengeance. He looked up at Oscar with curiosity, wondering about the man's experience in fighting terrorists. So far, much of their activities had been in the form of intense firefights with small pockets of terrorists holed up inside caves. He asked, "So have you seen action?" Oscar answered in a flat tone of voice, "Yes." The Sergeant believed him based solely on the tone of voice in which he had answered. He had been in several campaigns himself and understood that tone. It was the tone that a man uses when he has seen too much death and destruction. There was that lack of boasting that marked an experienced soldier. He asked, "What was it like?" With a long sigh, Oscar answered, "It was the longest and loneliest month of my life." The Sergeant realized with whom he was talking. He had heard a story about a guy that had been lost in the desert and taken out a number of terrorist camps single-handedly. The news for a month had covered nothing other than how many terrorists were reportedly being killed by the Renegade Warrior. Like many other soldiers, he had watched the news reports every chance that he had. He asked, "You were known as Foo, weren't you?" Knowing that the Sergeant would put the pieces to together, Oscar nodded at the reminder of his past. Impressed, the Sergeant replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." One of the soldiers asked, "What's this about Foo?" Oscar turned to him and smiled as he answered, "It was short for Fuck Up." Brett was about to make a big deal out of it, but he glanced in the direction of his Sergeant and saw awe on the face of the man. That stopped all comment faster than when the Sergeant simply said, "Drop it, soldier. You have no need to know. Let me say that he's a far better fighter than any man in the army." A silence descended upon the plane as Oscar returned to his seat. They were about half way to the landing field in Afghanistan. After the result of the exchange with the Sergeant, the men looked at him like he was some sort of freak of nature. He leaned back and rested, thinking about Georgia. It was less than half a day and he already missed her. He didn't even have a picture of her, yet that didn't matter. He could close his eyes and see her in his mind. The image of her beautiful face, flushed with the effects of her orgasm, looking at him with her love was burned into his memory. He dropped off to sleep dreaming of her, waking when the plane began its descent and his ears popped with the change in pressure. He looked around and noticed other soldiers waking from their naps. The Sergeant walked around the plane, waking those that were still asleep. He told them to get their gear together as they would be landing soon. Oscar watched the man work; impressed with the straight, no nonsense attitude the man displayed. Oscar remembered his Sergeant and realized that he had that same directness. He had been terrified of the guy until after he had met the God. Now he recognized and appreciated the expertise the Sergeants brought to the army. After the plane had landed and come to a complete stop, he waited until the loading ramp was lowered to stand. He walked out into the desert heat, reminded of the blast of hot air experienced when opening an oven. It was odd, but he appreciated the return to the hot climate as he looked around at the area. The Sergeant lined the men up and led them away to their temporary quarters. Oscar watched a group of men come over and start to unload the plane. Using forklifts, they removed the cargo from the plane and loaded them onto trucks. Once a truck was loaded, they threw a canvas tarp over the load and tied it down. Even as the men worked on the plane, the other transport landed and taxied over to a spot next to it. He stayed there watching as the gear was loaded onto trucks. The material filled seven trucks. He did some mental math and added ten Hummers for the troops. He didn't like the numbers. It would make a great target for terrorists and an easy one at that. The base commander, having been told to expect a Druid, strode over to Oscar and looked at the small red robed man. The gray cloak obscured much of the robe. He asked, "You are the Druid Oscar Meyers?" Oscar, without facing the base commander, answered, "I am and you are..." Taken aback by the fact that Oscar hadn't looked at him yet, the man answered, "I'm Colonel Peterson. We've made arrangements for a hundred square miles. Ten miles by ten miles as you've requested." "Nice to meet you, Colonel," replied Oscar as he turned to look at the base commander. In a voice that conveyed real concern, He said, "This is not good." The Colonel asked, "What's the problem?" "Too big of a convoy. We'll get attacked as sure as I'm standing here." The Colonel replied, "This area has been pretty quiet lately. We'll send out patrols before you leave. I wouldn't worry about it." Oscar stood there for a moment as his eyes scanned the horizon. He reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled out a very small pair of binoculars. He scanned the horizon with them and then said, "I'll make a bet with you. If I can take out the guy that is watching this base from here, then you'll listen to my advice." Colonel Peterson looked at Oscar, not quite believing that anyone was watching the base, and replied, "Be my guest." Oscar walked over to one of the boxes that had been unloaded. He opened the box and removed a very long rifle with the largest scope that the Colonel had ever seen. After moving a couple of boxes, he pulled out a box of ammunition. Oscar walked over to a stack of boxes and rested the gun on the box. He set up the front support on the gun and opened the chamber. With deliberate movements, he put in a single bullet and closed the chamber. The Colonel watched him at work rather surprised at the seriousness with which the man went about his business. This long distance assassination violated the rules of engagement. Concerned, he said, "You can't just shoot a man like this. You have to make sure that they are the enemy." "He's the enemy. I'm sure of that," replied Oscar as he looked through the sight and adjusted the gun. At this range, the barest fraction of a degree off would mean a total miss. He lined the target up in the scope and took several deep breaths. He released half of his last breath and held the rest. He squeezed the trigger with a smooth gentle motion. A moment later the target fell to the ground. Oscar looked up and said, "Let's go get him." The Colonel, afraid that he was going to be stuck explaining why someone killed a civilian, said, "I didn't see anything." Irritated at the Colonel's stubborn refusal to do what had to be done, Oscar retorted, "Come with me. It was a good shot, more than a mile." "Oh, come on now." The Colonel knew that it was virtually impossible to hit a target over a mile away. This guy was getting on his nerves. Oscar walked over to one of the trucks carrying the rifle and got in the drivers seat. The key was in the ignition. The Colonel, realizing that Oscar would leave him behind, ran over to get in the passenger side. Oscar drove the truck straight to the spot where his target had been hiding. As the truck chewed up the distance to the target, the Colonel sat beside him staring in disbelief with how far Oscar drove. His eyes grew big when he spotted the body lying on the ground. Oscar stopped the truck and walked over to the body as a pistol appeared in his hand as he moved. The Colonel had no idea where the pistol had come from and stared in shock as Oscar fired a shot into the body as he approached. The Colonel looked back at the base, surprised that anyone had been that close without getting spotted by the helicopter patrols. Oscar flipped the body over uncovering a radio and said, "He's got a radio that he's been using to report on troop movements. Let's find his camp and see how long he's been out here." As Oscar stood up, he picked up the rifle dropped by the terrorist. He checked it out and then put the pistol in his pocket. He headed into the rocks. About a hundred meters in, he found a small area covered by camouflage netting. There were supplies for about a month stay. He turned to the Colonel and commented, "He's living off the food we dropped when we entered Afghanistan." The Colonel explained, "There's still a lot of it around. They confiscated it from the civilians when it was dropped." Oscar looked up at the Colonel and said, "They are pretty well stocked. Many of the caches that I found had Russian Rations. They tasted like shit." The Colonel asserted, "We're lucky you found this guy." Oscar laughed as he answered, "Lucky nothing, there are at least ten of them around here. I just had to find the closest one. They are probably spaced out a half mile apart all around the base." The Colonel stared at Oscar as he asked, "How do you know that?" Oscar looked up from the stack of supplies. He took a grenade and rigged it to explode as soon as one of the ammo boxes was moved. He joined the Colonel as the man looked at his surroundings. Oscar answered, "That's what I would do if I were one of them." "What else would you do?" Oscar looked around and pointed along the two roads leaving the base. He said, "About five miles down each of those roads, I'd have a small camp of five to ten people. As soon as one of these guys says that a convoy is moving out, I'd have them set up bobby traps along the expected route. Then I'd disband the camp after the attack." Surprised by the accuracy, with which Oscar had described the activities around the base, the Colonel said, "That's exactly the kind of ambushes we've been faced with in the past." Oscar nodded at the news. He replied, "Now they've quit attacking those convoys. However, they still get one occasionally and usually the most significant one. Am I right?" The Colonel swore, "Hell yes. How did you know?" Oscar said, "You are fighting the masters of distributed warfare." "What in the hell is that?" "Loose groups that function on their own. Each group co-operates with a few others. Imagine an army made of small groups of ten to twenty men all under the command of a Sergeant. A thousand men can create anywhere from fifty to one hundred such groups. No middle ranks until you reach the top and the top only gives general guidelines. It is a very powerful concept and one that is very tough to fight. You have to hunt them down, one at a time. By the time you take out one, they produce another unit to take their place." Oscar stopped and looked around as a bird flew over head. He said, "We had better get out of here." He went to the truck and drove it back to where he had gotten it from. He parked the truck and went to watch the location where they had been. The Colonel joined him and asked, "So how do you win?" Oscar smiled and said, "Watch over there. It should happen any time now." The Colonel looked over at the area where they had been. He was quiet for a couple of minutes and then asked, "What am I supposed to see?" Oscar didn't answer. A minute later there was a very large explosion. Oscar smiled and said, "That." "Oh." Oscar continued, "You have to hunt them with an even smaller force. As soon as you gather a large group together to go after them, they scatter. One or two men can move within striking range and take out a whole group. Take a hundred or so men working alone and you can do tremendous damage to them that a thousand men in a unit can't." The Colonel said, "So what is your advice that you want me to take?" Oscar answered, "Don't move the material out until I tell you that it's okay. Hide the trucks deep within the camp, where no one can get to them. Guard them well and don't allow any locals near them. Divide the material amongst all of the trucks. A few guns on each, a few walls on each, and so forth. No truck should contain all that we have of something." The Colonel replied, "That's not very efficient. Makes it tougher to load and unload." "We won't end up at our destination short of some critical item this way. I'd rather spend the time loading and unloading than waiting for it to be replaced." They walked to the Colonel's office. Along the way, they encountered several locals that worked around the base. All of them took one look at Oscar and spat on the ground, turning their backs on him. Oscar noticed the action and thought about it a moment. He realized that they recognized that he was a servant of the Gods and Goddesses. The words of Omar, the man who had given him his cloak, returned to him. The people would kill him on sight of the medallion. He told the Colonel, "Everyone of the locals will kill me the first chance that they get." The Colonel had noticed the looks that had been sent in his direction. He looked around, very nervous at the sudden tension in the air. He had never seen the locals act in this fashion. He answered, "I think you're right. I've never seen anything like this." Calmly, Oscar looked around and said, "Don't worry. Why don't you go ahead, I'll be right with you in a minute." The Colonel was about to respond and then realized that he was alone. He went on to his office. Reaching it, he stepped over to one of the windows and looked outside at the locals. They were looking around as though seeking something. Stepping over to his desk, he picked up the phone and called the MPs to come over and break up the activity in front of his office. He went back to the window and watched for another five minutes. The MPs had shown up and there was a major discussion. He shook his head as he muttered, "All I need is for the Druid to get killed his first day here." From behind him, Oscar cheerfully said, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Colonel." The Colonel spun around, surprised to hear the man behind him. He stared as he asked, "How in the hell did you get in here?" "I used my cloak to hide myself and then followed you in." Oscar took off his cloak and then his robe. He stood there in desert fatigues. He put his cloak back on, taking a moment to adjust it correctly. He carefully rolled up the robe and placed it in a pocket of the cloak. He said, "I don't want to walk around with a target painted on me. Muslims will shoot me on sight. I'm viewed as an enemy of Islam by them." "Why?" "Because I'm a Druid." The Colonel looked at Oscar, surprised by the stated reason. He asked, "Doesn't it bother you?" Oscar thought about it for a minute and then answered, "Not really. They serve their God and it is his law that they follow. Perhaps one day that will change." The Colonel decided that this guy was just beyond his ability to fathom. He asked, "What now?" Oscar gave the Colonel a chilling smile. He answered, "I go out there and take care of my problems. I'll call in on the radio in two days and let you know what time to send out the trucks." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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