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Chapter 15 of 16.



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 15 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 15


	Thursday was more of the same.  Viewing hours went on until eight --
and seemed to last longer than that.  Then Uncle Buck or somebody catered
ANOTHER dinner at a restaurant nearby and we sat through THAT and it was
nearly midnight when we got back to the rooms.  But the girls weren't to be
denied on this particular evening, starting with Rachel, who rode me hard in
her favorite position, trying to burn away the tension and frustration and
pain and anger and who knew what else that she'd stored up over the past few
days.  It was brutal -- and wonderful -- sometimes pure animal passion and
sometimes sweet romance.  I came twice and Rachel must have tripled that
before she exhausted herself.  Then Shannon climbed on and did the exact
opposite, moving slowly and smoothly and kissing and caressing me and
offering me her love -- and only displaying her urgency on the cusp of her
orgasms.  We went to sleep with my sword still sheathed in her after she'd
accepted my third delivery of the evening, climaxing in the process.

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	Friday morning at nine-thirty, we were there for the funeral and then
on to the graveside service, Faye and Rachel and Nick in the limo behind the
hearse, with Shannon and Elise and I following in the Escalade at the front
of the column behind the hearse.  After we'd all said goodbye to Roger,
everybody in the world went back to the house and thirteen women jammed
themselves in the kitchen to cook a dinner that could have fed everyone on
site and a couple of homeless shelters.  That went on until probably five, at
which point we shook loose and climbed in the Escalade and headed for the
hotel.  I think I'd have packed us out of there that evening, but I couldn't
just snatch Faye from that mass of relatives.  Fortunately, they immediately
began to disperse...  Everybody had had enough, I think -- Nick asked if he
and Elise could use the spare suite and I said sure.  Poor Faye had to put up
with the slowly thinning crowd.  I think we were all looking forward to
getting out of there...  Rachel shucked out of her dress and underclothing on
arrival in the room and stayed that way, announcing, "I'm getting used to my
new wardrobe!  I like the fit..."  Shannon let herself be talked into it and
didn't even hide when the waiter arrived at ten p.m. with a late-evening
snack to tide us over until the morning.  Rachel got a big kick out of
pretending that nothing was amiss while she tipped him.  We just kicked back
-- all of us were overloaded from the stresses of the past few days and
looking forward to moving on to our new lives the next afternoon.  I groped
the girls some and Rachel gave me one of her primo blowjobs, but we never got
down to any serious sex -- it was as if we were saving ourselves or
something.  We went to bed at a decent hour and just recharged.

	Saturday morning, we finally went down to the police station to check
out.  I had to recover the fancy gear and we did a little paperwork and I
invited Red, Mike, Cheryl and Alisha to breakfast -- preferably at a place
that hadn't seen any incidents.  Red suggested a place that cops frequented
about a block over and we all headed out into the sunshine.

                       ----------------------------------

	They had a plan -- I'll say that for them.  We'd parked the Escalade
on the street and we were about halfway to it when this guy comes jaywalking
across the street, cool as a cucumber, just in front of us.  I was talking to
Red, but the guy caught my eye and there was something about him that said
'suicide bomber.'  I locked on and when he reached under his jacket, I went
for my Ruger and leaped right, pushing Rachel down and into a parked car.  As
a result, the guy missed me with his first round and I put two in him from
the Ruger, rapid-fire, before he got off his second.  The bad news was that
someone went, "Uuuh!" behind me...

	It was Alisha.  Fortunately, she took the round in a shoulder.  I
turned and went to her while telling the AI, 'We're gonna need medics and a
body bag...'  "How bad is it?" I asked her.

	"I'll be okay."

	But that's when the sniper announced himself by putting a SECOND
round into Alisha when I shifted left to take a look at the wound!  I stood
there, looking at her face as her eyes widened in shock, then something hit
my shoulder -- HARD -- and I woke up!  "EVERYBODY DOWN!"  Alisha collapsed
into my arms and I went over on one side to cushion her, yelling, "Girls!
Get the probes and the transport pad out of the Escalade!  I don't want this
bastard getting away!"

	Rachel blubbered, "But Scotty..."

	"NOW, Honey Bun!  Shannon..."

	"I'm on it!"

	"I'll draw his fire so you can work!"  Shannon was at the back of the
Escalade already and Rachel, suddenly superhuman, was right behind her.  In
order to keep the sniper from bothering them I popped my head up and dashed
the opposite direction, drawing more fire before dropping behind a parked
car.  Red was on his cell and Cheryl and Mike were shooting at the building
across the street, but if the sniper knew what he was doing, he would be gone
soon...

	"Probes are up!  I can see him!" Shannon yelped.

	"Get the big one flying -- we may need it!" I yelled back, totally
forgetting that we had direct communication in the excitement.

	"Where...?" Rachel asked, fishing the transporter case out of the
Escalade.

	"Alisha!"

	Red was crouched over her when I got there.  "It's bad.  Seconds."

	"Alisha?"

	"S-scott?"  She was shocky.

	"Alisha, Honey, I lied.  I have two slots.  Will you be my
concubine?" I asked quietly.

	I think she burned two useless seconds processing the part about me
lying, then, "Yes...  I don't know why..."

	'AI...'

	<There is a tube at the transport terminus.>

	"Ready, Lover!" Rachel cried, pushing the power button on the
transporter.

	"Red..."  Red grabbed Alisha's legs and I took her under the arms,
hoping we weren't doing too much more damage, and we got her halfway vertical
and onto the pad and she disappeared before she could fall off.

	"He's packing up!" Shannon yelped.

	'AI!  More probes!  And I want something I can use at some distance!'

	<An aerial command probe had been tasked and will arrive in eight
seconds.  Given your familiarity with the M16...>  Three M16's arrived on the
transport pad, along with a couple of bandoliers of ammo.  <Recommend that
you keep the transport pad with you...>

	"I'll carry it, Lover -- I'm a good donkey, if nothing else!" Rachel
declared.  A harness appeared on the pad, clearly designed to carry the
transport pad.  "You're hit!"

	"I know," I grunted.  "It hurts, too, but not bad."  Something was
buffering me from the whole thing.

	<The bullet passed through,> the AI reported.  <The wound is not
serious to your enhanced body.  Temporary repairs are underway.>

	"Good enough for me..." I muttered.

	"He's running!" Shannon yelled.

	<He is thoroughly covered.>  Suddenly, we had a swarm of input angles
-- including one on the guy's shoulder!

	"We want him alive!  I'll kill him later!" I roared.  "Let's go get
him!  Shannon, give Mike, Red and Cheryl back their toys, in case we outrun
them!"  Shannon nodded and waved and popped open the case holding their faux
iPhones and other gear while Rachel packed up the pad.

	<Alisha Thorndyke is alive in a med tube.  Damage is considerable,
but she lives and will recover,> the AI announced.

	"Great!"  I issued the girls each a stinger and an M16 -- noticing
that it wasn't EXACTLY an M16 -- and waved them forward.  "Help where you
can!" I told Red, and we dashed off at a rate nearly twice what an un-
augmented human runner could do, Rachel burdened by the transporter, but not
being slowed appreciably by it.  The sniper was going directly across roofs
and he was apparently well-prepared and had practiced his route, because he
was taking his time and seemed to know where he was going.  This begged the
question, 'How come he was so well-prepared?'  As I ran along the alley, Red
hit me over the communications link with, 'Remember, it isn't just about this
guy...'

	'No, it isn't,' I replied, 'And, Red?  Your department is
compromised.  They let us fart around out there for a week, waiting for us to
finish up, so they could do us AFTER it was all over!'

	'Shit!  That limits how much we can help!'

	'Don't let on -- maybe we can flush him!' I argued.

	'Okay, but...'

	'I bet our communications are better than theirs,' I replied
confidently.

	"Shit!  He's made it to his car!" Shannon wailed.  Those narrow legs
of hers were a blur and had her on point ahead of Rachel and me!

	"He's covered with probes, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"Then we'll follow him."  I had the AI throw up a map of the local
network of transport pads.  It wasn't extensive, but there were a few in
testing centers and places like the police station.  We could leapfrog ahead
of this guy, with any luck.  "Rachel?"

	"Right."  Rachel, seeing what I was seeing, reached over her shoulder
to extract the transport pad.

	<Wait,> the AI erupted and a transport pad fell from the sky -- but
slowed significantly before impacting gently at our feet.  <The command probe
can deliver and retrieve a transport pad via tractor beam.  The field effect
of the tractor beam induces excessive stresses on living tissues, but is not
a problem for inanimate objects.>

	'Right.'  Still, we had no place to go yet.  The guy was up on the
freeway already!  Picking up my anxiety, the AI said, <A second command probe
has been dispatched and will be in place above the target in two minutes.>

	Cheryl, Mike and Red trotted up -- in that order, Cheryl's gym-rat
physical conditioning putting her ahead of the males.  "Where is he going?" I
asked them.  After all, they were the locals...

	"Not the airport..." Red mused.

	"Warehouse district," Mike piped up.

	"Looks like it," Cheryl agreed.

	I had a thought and turned to Rachel.  "Call Faye.  Or Nick, for that
matter -- we don't know how far this is supposed to go and he may be a
target."

	"Okay, Lover!"  Rachel poked her phone.

	<The Mercer home continues to be under surveillance,> the AI intoned,
<and a Marine support team is on standby.  Nicholas Mercer is more seriously
exposed at the hotel.>

	"Nick first, then," I told Rachel.  "Tell him not to leave the room,
but to stay away from the windows and keep the curtains closed."  I thought a
moment.  "Dammit!  We need to be two places at once!"

	"I'll go back to the police station with these guys and we'll track
the sniper from there," Shannon offered.  "You and Rachel go get Nick."

	I shrugged.  "It's a plan.  We'll link up when we know where he is."

	<A transport pad is being positioned atop the hotel parking
structure,> the AI announced.  <The current pad is targeted to the pad in
police headquarters.>  Shannon nodded and waved the three cops at the pad.
They headed through, Cheryl first.

	"Shannon..."

	"Sweetheart?"

	"The police station isn't safe.  Keep an eye out for somebody being
nosy about the operation who isn't involved."

	"Yeah, okay."  Shannon kissed me quickly, said, "Good luck!" and
stepped onto the pad.

	<Switching transporter targeting...> the AI reported.  <Hold...
There has been a development...>

	"What?"

	<Cheryl Bates has dialed a cell phone belonging to the sniper.>

	"Can you kill the call?"

	<It has been shifted to an unattended number.>

	'Get me Red.'

	'Donelly.'

	'Cheryl is calling the shooter!' I transmitted.

	'What?'

	<Recommend shifting the call to Detective Donelly's phone,> the AI
suggested.

	'Yeah, take it -- pretend you're the shooter,' I added.  'Let's see
what she says.'

	In the heat of the moment, Cheryl had forgotten that the borrowed
iPhone wasn't hers and she apparently didn't have her burn phone on her.  She
was in a stall in the Ladies Room at the police station, having gone there
immediately after transport.  She had no idea how badly she'd screwed up.
The AI shut down all other functions of the faux telephone so Cheryl wouldn't
find out, either, until it was too late...

	<Transport is again to the police station...>  Rachel and I stepped
through to stand beside Red as he took the call.

	"Hullo?"

	"I hate to tell you this -- but they're all over you like a coat of
paint!" Cheryl said.  "Even if you rig the booby-traps in the warehouse, you
won't get away, they're using those tiny probes for surveillance and you're
covered by a swarm of them!"

	"What do I do?" Red asked.

	"Better take your pill when you get set up at the warehouse.  You
can't escape."

	"Shit."

	"Sorry!  It's all for the cause..."

	"Easy for YOU to say!" Red retorted and hung up.

	By then we had probes in the bathroom.  Cheryl calmly finished going
to the bathroom and then tried to trash the faux iPhone -- but it was made of
tougher stuff than human plastics and refused to break, so she stuck it in
the sink and ran water over it -- which also didn't affect it.  We all got a
chuckle out of watching her.  Finally, she sighed, dried it off, stuck it in
her pocket and came out of the restroom -- and into the arms of the five of
us.

	"Cheryl Bates, you're under arrest for conspiracy to murder a
Confederacy citizen -- for starters!" Red snarled, whipping her around and
jamming her against the wall.  "What the fuck were you thinking?"

	"Women are being used as sex objects by men in that horrible
organization!" Cheryl ranted.  "Used and abused and fucked with their dirty
dicks and made to pump out babies..."  She spat at Red.  "Men like YOU who
ogle us and make us feel dirty!  It's illegal and immoral and disgusting --
and NOBODY CARES!  If I save just one woman..."

	"Honey, you're an idiot!" Rachel ranted.  "The Confederacy brought me
my mate -- my man -- the love of my life!  I'm not a sex slave -- I'm a LOVE
slave, maybe..."

	"You're a slut!" Cheryl spat.  "A nasty, fat, dick-loving slut!  I'd
have thought that you and that one..." she indicated Shannon, "...would have
discovered TRUE love, but you're just rutting animals for men!"

	"And Alisha?  What is she?" I asked.

	"Do you think I don't know you fucked her?" Cheryl sneered.  "She got
what she deserved!"

	"Put her somewhere, Red.  Strip her naked first, in case she has a
suicide pill, too.  Better go through her teeth..."

	"You can't stop me...  UUUUHHH!" Cheryl doubled over, grunting from
the punch in the stomach Rachel gave her before sticking her hand in her
mouth to keep her from biting down on anything.  After standing there looking
stupid for a moment, I whipped out my stinger and zapped Cheryl.

	"Better go over her pretty closely," I muttered.

	"Yeah, no shit," Red muttered back, watching Cheryl twitch on the
floor.

	"Sadly, this place STILL isn't safe..." I told Shannon.

	"I know."  Shannon caressed my cheek.  "Go, you two.  Check on Nick."

	"Want help?" Mike asked.

	"Sure..."  Mike took Shannon's faux M16 (I still didn't know what the
differences were -- materials?) and we headed for the transport pad.

	<Ready,> the AI announced.  We stepped through and were on the top
level of the parking garage.  A case of drones materialized behind us;
Rachel, who noticed it first, removed it from the pad, opened it, and
deployed the drones.  <A command probe is orbiting one thousand meters up,>
the AI announced.  <It will retrieve the transport pad and it is scanning for
threats.  There are at least two.>

	'Identify!'

	<Sniper here...> The AI displayed a 3-D schematic and marked the top
of the next building with a red pip.  <And an inside team downstairs in the
maid service area preparing to go in through the door.  Estimated time until
they launch their attack is two minutes.  They will need another two to get
to the room.>

	'Four minutes...  Not much time.  How do we get there first?'

	<Recommend deploying a transport pad through a nearby window -- your
suite is convenient.>

	'But the sniper...'

	<...Should be targeted first.>

	I scanned the rooftop, but we were below it.  "I can't see him..."

	<You can see the weapon,> the AI pointed out.

	"Yeah, but can I HIT it!"

	<You will find that you can merge with your weapon's targeting
electronics,> the AI instructed.  <The ammunition is not standard 5.56 mm
ammunition.  Muzzle velocities are nearly double, adding to the effective
range, and bullet trajectory is nearly flat to a much longer distance than
the standard weapon.  The sighting system compensates.  If you hit the
weapon, it will undoubtedly explode ammunition in the magazine,
incapacitating the shooter.>

	"Okay..."  I lined up my eye with the traditional iron peep sights
and a HUD appeared and designated the target and where I was pointed
currently.  Lining them up wasn't hard, and I discovered that my enhanced
musculature more or less locked me down, damping out the kind of minor
movements that tended to cause the barrel to drift here and there for a
normal marksman.  When I was dead on, I gently stroked the trigger...

	Recoil was less than a standard M16, too -- but the AI was right.  I
hit the base of the magazine well and shrapnel from the bullets inside
exploding went everywhere and the shooter flipped back onto the roof.

	<Without medical assistance, the shooter's wounds are mortal -- but
will take several minutes for him to expire.  We may be able to recover him
for questioning,> the AI announced.  <Now we will open an entry into your
suite...>  A disk-shaped object about two feet in diameter drifted down out
of the sky and drifted lazily to a stop near a window.  It seemed to jerk and
shudder for a bit, and the AI announced, <The command probe's tractor beam is
inadequate to extract the window while it hovers.  Please fire the weapon at
it.>

	"Okay."  I did so and the window shattered -- and the probe collected
the shards of glass into a ball and held them there in the air while it
floated into the room.  Then it came back out and zoomed upward, stopping to
release the glass shards on the hotel roof.

	<The transport pad is in place.  The inside team is in the elevators.
Please step on the pad...>  We dashed through and were in the room.
<Recommend that you use stingers in order to be able to interrogate
survivors,> the AI noted.  Two more stingers appeared on the transporter pad.
Rachel and Mike each grabbed one.

	"Remember how?" I asked Rachel.  She nodded, and I gave Mike the
three-second course on stinger use, "Power setting here, trigger here.  Point
and shoot -- no need to give the target more than a second or so."

	"Right."  Mike nearly shot himself, went "Oops!" -- then waved me
off.  "Got it!"

	"Let's see if we can get 'em in the elevator!"

	They were out already, though -- three of them, dressed like waiters,
pushing a cart.  There were people in the hallway, too.  With a stinger, you
can shoot 'em all and sort 'em out later, but they saw us before we saw them
and Mike took a bullet from a silenced pistol before we got set --
fortunately, in the left arm.  Rachel, who would have been a good-sized
target, saw this and didn't stick more than her head and one arm out of the
doorway, firing up the hall.  I drew all the fire, rolling across the hall
and shooting up at the trio.  It was over in a second -- the trio of
assassins and some poor old couple were twitching on the floor.  Rachel
trotted down the hall and pounded on Nick's door, "Nicky!  Open up!"

	"Rache?"  Nick opened the door a crack.

	"Yeah.  Look, we just made it -- they had a team set to shoot you,
but we stopped them.  Come on!"  She waved Nick and Elise out of the room,
then turned to me.  "Now what?"

	<Recommend that you transport out.  There may be another threat
developing...>  On video, four guys carrying a rocket launcher popped out
onto the roof where the sniper had been and began setting up.  One of them
walked over to the sniper, took a look at him and shot him.

	"Okay.  All of us?"

	<You will want to interrogate the assassins.  Nicholas Mercer is
sponsor-grade and the woman Elise has already committed to be his concubine.
Detective Pierson requires medical attention.  Another pad can be placed on
the roof where the rocket launcher is being assembled.>

	"Right.  Mike, you first.  Nick, you and Elise help us pass these
goons through, then follow.  Quick, now!"  The rocket launcher team knew
their shit and was already almost set up.  Everybody got a move on.

	After we hit the transport room on the other end, the AI announced,
<Ready to deploy to the rooftop.  These two Marines will assist.>  There were
a couple of well-armed giants standing there -- I nodded at them and whipped
back onto the pad, Rachel right behind me.

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	"Dammit!  I can't see a fucking thing, and the inside team hasn't
checked in!"  One of the rocket launcher team was scanning the hotel with
binoculars.  "I guess we assume the worst.  I wonder who did the sniper?"
The gunner got down and started sighting on Nick's window.  "Something
fucked-up is going on," the team leader groused.

	"That's for sure!" I agreed.  When they spun to look at us in shock,
I added, "Fire!"  The Marines poured stinger fire all over the rocket
launcher team -- I didn't even bother.

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