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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 7 (nosex)
(C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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Upon landing after our flight from Manila, our first order of business 
after leaving the airport was to shower and change clothes.

Sun and Jun had reported by phone from the Philippines.  The consensus 
among the ladies of Gemini was that China would write them off now and 
leave them alone.  Had they killed Huang, the People's Republic might 
have been incensed enough to keep coming after them.  Having destroyed 
his secret weapon, and demonstrated that they could get to him easily, 
however, Sun and Jun, and Mei and Wei felt that his government would cut 
its losses and leave them alone. Also, leaving him alive when, clearly, 
they could have killed him, made it hard for Huang to make a case for 
their being out of control.

Sun and Jun drove up in a company SUV as I emerged from my front door. 
I climbed into the the back seat only to be greeted by a recovered Mei 
and an excited Wei.

My mind-mates had obviously filled them in on our new relationship.

"We are very pleased to meet you, Darren!" Mei said, extending a 
delicate-looking hand. I had, of course, known that the other twins were 
with Sun and Jun, but the warmth and excitement of their greeting 
surprised me a little. Mei, I noticed, now had a few scars of her own. 
Like Jun, she wore them proudly, having taken them in the performance of 
her duty.

I touched the scars respectfully. "I'm glad that you are well, Mei. It 
is an honor to finally meet you and your sister Wei."

It had become my habit during our trek across China to 'taste' the 
energy of people we met along the way.  I had come to rely on this 
practice more and more as a way of knowing what kind of person I was 
dealing with.  As my fingers traced Mei's scars, my chi casually reached 
out to hers, touched, and just like that, we were five.

With a shock like falling into icy water, Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei, and I 
simultaneously realized what I had done! A huge silence fell over our 
thoughts as the import of this hit us all at once, like the hole left in 
the ocean when a boulder falls from a cliff.  Then, like the ocean 
rushing to fill the void, a cacophony of thought exploded in our shared 
consciousness!

Realizing the futility of trying to break in on that torrent of thought 
and emotion, I sort of pulled myself aside and 'watched.'  I had never 
actually tried to disengage from my bond with Sun and Jun, but, as an 
experiment, I tried it now - with no result.  The bond, it seemed, once 
formed, was permanent. Now what we had to do was figure out what to do 
with it.

The pairs of twins, having lived their lives in mental contact with each 
other, but having this intimate contact with only one other person, had 
felt somewhat isolated from the world. As a result, all four were 
ecstatic at now having the same bond with, not only the other sisters, 
but a whole new person - one that none of them had 'known' before a 
couple of months ago!

Sun and Jun were only too happy to welcome Mei and Wei into our little 
menage a cinq, and the feeling, apparently, was mutual.  I was slightly 
less enthusiastic, being newer to this kind of joining, and like most 
people, a bit wary of change.

We must have sat there in Gemini Security's SUV for fifteen or twenty 
minutes while Sun and Jun shared with the other two girls their 
experience with me as a trio. (Yes, even the sex.) Mei and Wei, like the 
other two, lived and breathed security, especially security of their 
employer, and the possibilities of this five way, automatic, 
instantaneous communication network that gave immediate access to the 
thoughts and senses of all were as exciting to them as the sex.  They 
didn't forget about the sex, though, and many times during that 'getting 
acquainted' period, I felt their lustful thoughts turning in my direction.

Sun and Jun had no possessive feelings toward me, at least where the 
other two were concerned, and were more than willing to share, so the 
idea began to grow on me as well - until the question of what to do 
about their current employer came up. This lead me also to thoughts of 
Talibah.  That kind of put a damper on things.  All four girls felt real 
affection for Steve Hastings, over and above their conditioned loyalty, 
and somewhere between Germany and Austria, a lifetime ago, something had 
begun growing between Talibah and I.

It was pretty clear that these problems didn't have easy solutions and 
would have to work themselves out over time.

Finally, Sun, behind the wheel, started the vehicle and pulled out of my 
driveway.  Mei and Wei brought us up to speed on what had happened since 
we had gone to China.

Talibah was recovering from her wound, convalescing in the guest house 
of Steve Hastings' estate where her mother nursed her back to health, 
once she was released from the Hospital.

Frank McKenzie, the CIA agent we had questioned in Frankfurt, had 
decided to take the ladies up on their offer and had gone to work for 
Gemini Security.  Since he was fluent in Farsi, he had been assigned to 
the detail guarding Talibah and Ifra. Their status was pretty uncertain. 
  On the one hand they had both helped us in their own way, but it was 
difficult to make a case with the State Department for permanent 
residency for a former Al-Qaeda operative, especially one who refused to 
give up her former comrades.

I was impressed with the guards on duty at Hastings' estate.  Even 
though they clearly recognized the girls, they did a thorough job of 
checking badges, going through a coded exchange of pleasantries, and 
quizzing the girls about me and my purpose for being there.  During the 
exchange, had the girls been under some sort of duress, they would have 
answered with a particular phrase that would have tipped the guards to 
their condition.  All four were mentally critiquing the guards' 
performance, even as their pride swelled at the professionalism their 
employees showed.

Steve Hastings, far from being the potbellied, soft shelled businessman 
that one might expect, was lean and trim.  The girls were proud of the 
way he had taken to their training, as well.  He too engaged the girls 
in a coded exchange, just in case the guards had missed something.

"So, these young ladies tell me you may be joining Gemini Security." 
Hastings said, taking my hand in a firm grip as he greeted us at the 
doorway to his home.  Despite the impeccable tailoring of his suit, I 
could just make out the bulge of a weapon under his right arm.  This 
puzzled me at first, since he was clearly right handed.  All four girls 
harmonized on the explanation of how they had trained him to draw with 
his off-hand to put attackers off guard. This would also allow him to 
draw his weapon even when shaking hands.  Their side thoughts filled in 
the details on how he could now shoot accurately with either hand.

"Actually," I replied, returning his grip without trying to make a 
contest of it, "We haven't discussed it in any detail, but I'm leaning 
more toward a merger.  My business and theirs could each benefit from 
the special skills we bring to the table, but neither requires all of 
us, all of the time."

The girls, being centered around the security business, hadn't 
considered expanding into my area of expertise, but I could see that the 
prospect intrigued them. I could see also, in Mei/Wei's thoughts, that 
Hastings knew about my connection with Sun/Jun, but he could not, as 
yet, know that the other two had been dragged into our web.  Since 
Mei/Wei felt it their duty to tell him, I kept my mouth shut, but 
cautioned them that they needed to do it before I spoke with Talibah, 
who, as far as anyone knew, was not in the loop at all.

Steve's lovely wife Judy joined us from a doorway off the foyer, 
accompanied by a bright-eyed, dark haired young lady of maybe twelve.  I 
had touched Hastings' chi and found it strong and forthright.  His 
wife's, though softer, had a tempered steel core.  She was as honest as 
a woman constrained to live in modern society can be - accepting the 
little subterfuges of makeup and such as mildly irritating necessities 
while doing her best to prove that her beauty came from inside, not from 
the chemicals or clothing she wore.  I was a little jealous of her husband.

I turned to greet the younger Hastings, and as I reached out with my 
hand and my chi, the girls pulled me back, mentally.

'This is Steve and Wei's daughter, Stephanie' Mei cautioned, 'We have 
suspected, for some time, that she could eavesdrop on our connection. 
If that's so, it seems to be intermittent, but with you in the mix, that 
might change. Let's not take a chance of bringing her permanently into 
this bond just yet.  We have been open with her about sex, but so far 
she has not participated.  If she is present mentally and emotionally 
while we have sex, though, we may not be able to suppress the urges she 
picks up from us."

This entire 'speech' occurred as my hand was reaching to take 
Stephanie's, so I held my chi in check and merely shook her hand.  Her 
almond eyes seemed to peer into my soul.  Apparently, they liked what 
they saw, because she tiptoed and gave me a peck on the cheek, saying, 
"I'm so glad that Aunt Sun and Aunt Jun have someone else to be in their 
heads with them.  I think they were lonely before."

"They will never be lonely again, Ms. Hastings," I promised, drawing a 
giggle over the formality of my address.

"I only wish you could do the same thing for my Mom and..." she broke 
off and I turned to see what my mind had already picked up. Wei, with a 
subtle change of expression, was signalling 'don't go there.'

Stephanie's eyes went wide, and I could see that she had instantly 
realized the reason for Wei's warning.  She glanced at each of us, the 
smile growing on her face.  When her gaze turned to her Father, the 
smile had disappeared as if by magic.  THIS was one smart cookie!

"When are you going to tell him?" she whispered so that only Wei and I 
could hear.

"Soon," her mother answered.

Stephanie scampered off to do whatever exceptionally intelligent twelve 
year old's do when their fathers have more money than they'll ever spend 
and their mothers can kill you without breaking a sweat.  My guess was 
that the class of Stephanie's peers was exceedingly small.

"Come into the sitting room," Judy invited. "There's someone here you'll 
want to see."

My chi had already told us that there were two women there, and I was 
not surprised to see Talibah and her mother.

Talibah looked a little pale and thinner than she had been in Germany, 
but seemed to be recovering well.  She stood as I came in and greeted me 
with tears in her eyes.

"I was so afraid you had been killed!" she said as she hugged me.

Her concern, and relief at my well-being were genuine, and she was 
holding something back, but I would have to wait to find out what it 
was.  Talibah introduced me to her mother, who, for maybe the first time 
in her life, having had enough to eat for the last two months, did not 
look as old as I had pictured her.  Indeed, the memory in Mei's mind of 
how she looked in Afghanistan was a far cry from the woman before me.

"Ifra," I said in Farsi, taking her hand and making a show of kissing 
the back of it. "I see now why Talibah is so beautiful."

Ifra sniffed and tossed her head at my foolishness, but didn't take her 
hand away, and I could swear she turned a couple of shades darker.

"I owe your daughter my life," I said seriously. "And I'm told that Mei 
owes hers to you, so if there is anything that either of you need..."

In my mind's eye, I saw the ladies of Gemini taking Steve and his wife 
aside, and, while telling the story of our trip to China at Talibah's 
insistence, 'listened' in on the conversation as they told him of our 
new relationship.  It was odd how this sort of mental separation had 
become second nature to me, but during our trek across the People's 
Republic, it had been necessary for all of us.  Sun and Jun taught me 
how they managed, and with practice, I got pretty good at it.

Hastings, thankfully, was not the jealous type.  He and Judy had a 
healthy sex life of their own. While neither was inclined to bring a 
stranger into their bed, both could see the advantages for the twins in 
having the five way link. At the same time, they understood how passion 
communicated directly, mind-to-mind, would be difficult to ignore. That 
was okay with me.  I had no desire to join them in their bed, and as 
long as they weren't going to be possessive, the girls thought it would 
be nice to have more choices in their sex lives.

"But you said there were seven of those men," Ifra interjected as my 
story progressed. "How were you able to defeat them all?"

"I have had a great deal of training in martial arts, both in the 
Military, and with Sun and Jun," I answered, unwilling, as yet to bring 
up my link with the ladies. "In the close quarters of the room, it was 
easy to use my hands and feet to strike them, but difficult for them to 
bring their rifles into position to fire."

I was speaking in Farsi for their benefit, while following the other 
conversation and tracking the movements of another body that was 
entering the room.

"You can believe him, Ifra." Frank Mckenzie said, also in Farsi. "I know 
from experience that he's good with his hands!"

I turned with a grin on my face and gripped the former CIA man's hand. 
"Glad to see you've changed sides!" I said.

"I didn't change sides," He replied, also grinning. "The Company did, 
and I didn't want any part of it."

My chi was telling me what my instincts had already implied - Frank 
McKenzie would be a good man to have on our side.

"I don't know what good an ex-jarhead will do us," I teased, "but I 
guess if the brass needs polishing or something, you could lend a hand."

"Hell, somebody's got to pull you squids out of whatever messes you get 
into, and those Chinese ladies know it! That's why they hired me - so 
they don't have to babysit you all the time!"

"Believe me, Frank," Sun laughed as their little conference broke up, 
"he babysits us as much as we do him.  He's a VERY good babysitter!"

The way she said that - low and sexy - made McKenzie turn red, not sure 
whether he should be should be trading sexual innuendo with his new 
bosses or not.

"Relax, Frank!" Wei laughed. "We're informal about everything except 
getting the job done.  You hold up your end, and nobody's going to care 
whether you throw out a few four letter words now and then."

"If it's all the same to you, boss," Frank grinned as he replied, "I 
learned a long time ago that the only time it's safe to get out of line 
with a superior is when you can kick his, or in this case her, ass. 
 From what I've seen working out with Mei and Wei, I think it's best if 
I mind my P's and Q's around the four of you.  THIS guy, on the other 
hand," he jerked a thumb in my direction. "I'm going to take down to the 
gym as soon as possible and establish a pecking order!"

Sun/Jun and Mei/Wei laughed mentally as Jun answered for the four of 
them. "I think we would like ringside seats for that match.  You know 
Darren had to disable our former teacher to get out of that hotel room 
in Beijing, don't you?"

I hadn't gotten to that part of the story yet, and the look on 
Mckenzie's face was priceless.  Sheepishly he grinned, held out the back 
of a hand and said, "I guess that pecking order's already established. 
Peck away, sailorboy."

I clapped him on the shoulder and we got back to catching up on current 
events with the whole group now participating.  Now that Hastings knew 
the latest about me and his bodyguards, the way was clear for me to 
discuss it with Talibah, but it looked to be a while before I would be 
able to have a private conversation with her.

There were a couple of odd things going on in the room, but I couldn't 
put my finger on them.  I had already noted that Talibah was holding 
something inside, and while Frank was an easygoing guy, there was just 
the barest tension in him, as well.  Steve Hastings, too, seemed to be 
waiting for something.

Finally, things wound down a bit and I was able to guide Talibah into 
the library while the Gemini girls drifted off with Steve Hastings to 
his study.

Rather than trying to narrate the parallel conversations as such, allow 
me to present them as separate discussions.  Believe me, it will be a 
lot easier to read.

As I closed the door to the library, Talibah turned to me with a worried 
expression on her face.

"Darren, I..." she began, as I started with, "There's something..."

Finally, we sorted it out that she would go first, and Talibah insisted 
that I sit as she said her piece.

"In Germany, and later in Salzburg," she said, pacing, "I began to have 
very strong feelings for you, Darren."

I nodded in acknowledgement.  One doesn't throw oneself in front of a 
bullet for another person lightly, so I guessed she might have had such 
feelings.

"You treated me with respect, even when you didn't trust me," she 
continued. "And I had never met a man who could do that.  Even those who 
trusted me didn't treat me with respect.  They looked down on me because 
of some of the things I did to get the information we needed."

I waited, sympathizing with her, but knowing that was not the point of 
her soliloquy.

"When I awoke here, in the cleanest bed I had ever slept in, surrounded 
by people who were genuinely concerned about me, and not just what I 
could do for them, I thought I HAD died from that bullet, but that was 
not the case.  You understand that much of what this man, Hastings, 
does, is done for your Government, yes?" She continued, somewhat 
disjointedly. "So, when I came out of the hospital, they brought me 
here, with my Mother, but they could not trust me, you know?"

Yes, I knew.  Now, I knew she could be trusted to a point, but no one 
else did.

"Anyway, they had to have someone stay with me and my Mother at all 
times, to make sure we didn't spy on Mr. Hastings, or try to blow up his 
company." She smiled a little at that. "Frank was one of the people they 
assigned for that, since he speaks Farsi, and my mother is only 
beginning to learn English."

Talibah was wringing her hands as she paced, searching for words.

"He is so much like you, Darren!" she finally burst out, giving me my 
first clue about what I had been sensing. "He was kind and respectful, 
not only to me, but to my Mother, as well, even though his assignment 
was to not trust us!  He was always here, telling a joke, cheering me up 
when I worried about you, sympathizing with my Mother when she got 
homesick... Darren, I just... I couldn't help it!"

I sat there feeling relieved and broken-hearted at the same time.  On 
the one hand, telling her about my relationship with Mei/Wei/Sun/Jun 
would be unnecessary, but I suppose I had harbored hope that somehow she 
could have gotten past that and would still want me.  I realized it was 
selfish of me, but it still hurt.  No matter.  Her course had been set. 
  Frank was a good man and would be good for her.

I stood and took her in my arms, whispering, "I won't pretend it doesn't 
hurt, Talibah, but it is a wound that will heal.  I will never forget 
what you did for me, but I cannot repay your selflessness by making you 
my prisoner.  Frank is a good man, and unless I miss my guess, he has 
fallen head over heels for you, so I wish you well. Both of you."

To my surprise, when I released her, there were tears on my cheeks. No 
matter. I kissed Talibah lightly on her cheek and held her at arm's 
length, taking one more look at what might have been.

"You're not angry?" She asked.

"Angry?" I replied, searching within me. "No.  Sad, yes, a little hurt, 
but happy for you.  This is too important to lie about, Talibah.  As far 
as I'm concerned, you deserve all the happiness you can get, but you 
tell that Marine that if he ever hurts you I'll come down on him like a 
ton of bricks, okay?"

She smiled forlornly at that and tiptoed to peck me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Darren."

We found Frank pacing the hall outside the library.  I gave him a 
good-natured hard time about stealing my girl while I was away fighting 
the bad guys, and repeated the warning I had told Talibah to give him, 
but on the whole it felt right, and I was genuinely happy for both of them.

As soon as I could, I broke off from the two lovebirds and went to catch 
the tail-end of the discussion in the study in person.

-----

Sun and Jun entered and found comfortable seats, followed by Steve 
Hastings, who sat behind his desk, and Mei and Wei who took a couple 
more side chairs.  They kept glancing at each other as if they couldn't 
really believe that, through me, they now had a link between sets of twins.

"I asked you four to join me, because I wanted to discuss what to do 
next, and this doesn't really concern Mr. Winchell," Hastings began, 
pausing when he saw the smiles on all four female faces. When he 
realized what they were smiling about he got this kind of lopsided grin 
on his face.

"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe it does after all. I assume he can hear me too?"

"Yes," Sun answered. "But he's a little distracted.  He's busy getting 
dumped."

The four of them giggled about that and I thought daggers at them until 
they stopped, sending out feelings of sympathy and support, instead.

"Yes, well," Hastings went on, a bit distracted himself. "Can we trust 
this Winchell?"

The four of them looked at each other.  They knew they trusted me, but 
had to think for a moment about why that was.  As one, they turned back 
to their employer and said, "I trust him like I trust my sister!"

Hastings, a little surprised by the chorused answer, cleared his throat 
before beginning his speech, "Anyway, I've been thinking about our 
Government's involvement in this latest adventure, and have decided not 
to put Proteus up for bid until after the next election.  Then, whether 
or not I offer it to them will depend on how the election turns out. Bob 
and I have discussed this, and we're in agreement. We don't really want 
it in the hands of a foreign government, but then this administration 
acts more like a foreign government than it ought, so we can't, in good 
conscience, offer it to them, either."

"They've always had people on site, though we've restricted them to the 
project areas where they've already purchsed the product," Mei said. "Do 
you think they know what Proteus is?"

"I've thought about that, and I can't believe that if they knew its 
capabilities they would have taken the chance of it falling into the 
hands of the People's Republic." Hastings replied, shaking his head. 
"No, I think if they knew, they might have tried to get it for 
themselves, but wouldn't have wanted anyone else to have it."

"The thing is," he continued, "it, and our countermeasures for it have 
passed all our internal testing.  What they need is a field trial."

All five of us wondered why a couple of products that were going to get 
put on a shelf for a while needed field testing.  From the thoughts of 
the Gemini ladies I began to get a picture of what Proteus was - an 
insect sized robot that was designed to seek out computer systems in 
secure locations, and plant a virus in them.  This particular virus 
would allow the person, organization, or government controlling the 
devices to eavesdrop on everything of interest that went on in the 
system in which it was planted.  It would keep a record within the 
computer's memory until the robot dropped by and picked up the waiting 
package, removing all traces of the virus in the process.  Between 
advanced compression algorithms never used anywhere else, and 
proprietary memory technology, each robot was capable of crawling away 
with many gigabytes of sensitive data.

The device itself was designed to connect into any sort of communication 
port, using a set of microscopic probes to find the proper contacts and 
interpret a variety of protocols.  It could even penetrate the 
insulation of wires plugged into the computer and gain access that way. 
  Since it worked by physically penetrating secure areas, and was 
mobile, a single device could 'bug' a number of different systems, 
leaving its virus in each, then, on its return trip, it would simply 
'harvest' the collected information and patiently crawl out of the area, 
past security measures, and, once outside, wait for a signal from its 
host to transmit the data it carried. The entire process could take 
days, but because of its size and relative invisibility, it didn't need 
to be all that sophisticated about breaching computer or network 
security - since it made its entry from places only authorized personnel 
should be able to reach, it wouldn't even register in most system 
security measures.

"Why test it now?" Mei asked for all of us.

"Because I want to see to it that our Government stops using its 
intelligence agencies to further the interests of foreign governments," 
their boss replied. "I know that your expertise has allowed you to get 
at some files that you shouldn't be able to reach, but I want 
irrefutable proof of what's going on between foreign governments, 
Congress, and the Intelligence community.  When I have that proof, I'll 
decide how best to apply it."

"Most of the information you want should be in the systems at Langley," 
Wei put in. "How will you get a device into CIA headquarters?"

"I thought about having Frank take them in on some pretext or another, 
but I'm not quite sure of him," Hastings said. "For all I know, he could 
be a plant."

That was when I joined them physically, in the study.

"Let Talibah take them." I said. The Gemini Girls, as I was beginning to 
think of them (to their amusement), understood at once, but they had the 
advantage of sharing my mind. "Now that she's recovered, for the most 
part, she's scheduled to go to Langley for questioning about her part in 
this fiasco, and it would be the perfect opportunity to send the Proteus 
devices in with her.  She wouldn't have to know, and from what I 
understand, they're small enough that it would take a REALLY fine 
toothed comb to find them. Conceal them on her person and program them 
to crawl away once she's in the building."

They thought about it, and though no one said anything, the discussion 
shifted from how to get the devices into the CIA to what to do once they 
were inside.

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