Chapter 20 Alternate.
Two months after surgery David was allowed to gradually start low level physical rehab and work, he spent two hours a day at a gym on Fort Bliss under close observation and slowly increased his activity. At first he only did arm and shoulder muscle weight lifting and some basic physical training, he had a 50lb weight limit. They avoided activities that bounced his innards like running and jumping. He used a couple machines to lift weights but was not allowed on the treadmill or the use of free weights. He mostly did chin-ups, curls, bench press, and laterals. No legs, no running, no squats, and no belly work or twisting. When he got home I inspected his abdomen in the sun to look for signs of new bruising. He still didn't let anyone touch his belly.
We were in the hot tub almost every evening once he started rehab. I think the two things he missed the most were running and high energy sport fucking. His sex drive was very slowly returning, by the end of the first week of therapy he was slightly more talkative and eating a little more too. One evening David came into the Tac-Room where I had my desk and computer and offered to produce for me, when your husband walked up with a slimy headed boner wanting to come for you that's damn hard to pass up. I loved the feel, flavor, and aroma of his flesh, and I loved the way he gripped my skull when his orgasm started. He liked to bottom-out his belly against my lips so I had to pay close attention to avoid the gag.
Sometimes he pressed his lower belly into my face so hard I had to hold my breath until his orgasm subsided, but I never complained. The only thing I liked in my mouth more than his boner was his tongue, so anytime I had it was fantastic. David did not know that sometimes in the peak of his orgasm he sometimes suffocated me, that was my secret burden.
That weekend as sort of a party I took him in the basement with the vacuum cleaner and buzzed all the hair off his front side, from his belly button to behind his balls, then up the back side to the top of his cheeks. After he went upstairs I vacuumed the floor. He had grown quite a crop of fur since Iowa, but it's all inside the Suck-O-Lux now!
That month I was asked to consult and assist on an FBI/Police situation in southern Colorado near the city of Pueblo at a religious cult compound called: Crystal Consciousness Community. Officials were concerned by reports of fresh graves and child abuse. At this time all they wanted was honest and accurate intelligence, it was an application for a drone and spiders, like we did on the Clark Bridge in Illinois.
While plans were arranged they scheduled an airplane flyover using the best imaging gear the government had available at the state level. All they needed was clear skies during the day. I think they were looking for signs of recent digging or outdoor cremations. I asked but could not get a solid answer if you lived in rural Colorado and your spouse died was it legal to bury the corpse without calling the authorities?
They had unsubstantiated reports of a number of childhood deaths and still births in their compound. If there was any physical evidence of crime at all they could have sent an officer but in this case there was no concrete evidence and they wanted to avoid an armed confrontation. Town officials sent them a letter two weeks ago but it was never answered. And there were whispered rumors of rape but one of the town cops said it was highly possible that a recently ejected resident was the source of all the rumors. This religious group had owned that property for the past 47 years and never had problems before, most of the investigation team felt they were unfounded reports but they still needed to be looked into.
The police explained that at this time all they wanted was information about what was going on inside the compound that might be endangering people or violating human rights, they did not want to invade the compound. Previous attempts by police to infiltrate their community (52 residents) all failed. They said it was hard to fake a belief in the healing and spiritual power of crystals.
Due to the lower urgency we were allowed to drive ourselves and David felt up to it. We drove to Pueblo, Colorado and got a hotel room. That time we brought along a new small drone designed to transport two spiders (given to us on an experimental basis by the DOD). The morning after our arrival we met at the local police department and saw the new aerial photos. To get the best images they flew the cameras and sensors over in a state police Cessna, 95mph at two thousand feet, at high noon for the shortest shadows and best images.
The compound sat fifteen miles west of Pueblo, Colorado along US Route 50, that entire area was mostly desert and mountains. It's easy to own 250 acres of rocks and sand because it had almost no value, except maybe to scorpions and snakes, mice and flies. Six miles further west of the compound was the desert town of Florence, Colorado which was home to several federal prison complexes. The compound property bordered Route 50 and when we saw the photos it looked like their buildings could be surveyed with drones and spiders with little problem. They even showed us photos in 3D so ground features could be seen with special glasses.
We would be dropped off along the highway then approach the main house inside a gully that crossed their land. If we used the gully to approach their buildings when we were close enough we could sit in the shade and quietly deploy our technology. The big risk would manifest if we were seen and they attempted to capture us. No matter what weapons they owned we surely out gunned them.
They had never been known for weapons or explosives so even if we were captured we didn't anticipate any life threatening problems.
All of our equipment could see in the dark but no humans would see us seeing them. That became our plan: go there tonight. They said they were expecting more photos of the site to arrive at the police department later in the day because they were being processed and would then be printed for us to see. We asked to have them texted to us but were told they were not allowed to let them circulate that way, we could only look at them at the police station with one of them closely watching us.
David glanced at me and I could see something burning in his brain, finally he turned to the cops closely guarding the photos as if they were top secret and we were just boy scouts with toy spiders. He took in a deep breath and gestured towards their secret photos, "You know in this country there are eighteen submarines with nuclear warheads on missiles and torpedoes that can be launched by the captain, but there are twenty people in the USA with capability of independent launch of nuclear weapons. Eighteen of the twenty are submarine captains, you know who the other two are?"
Everyone in the room looked around and collectively said no, they had no idea. David put a very straight expression on his face and said, "The two of us," then he gestured at him and me. The room stayed quiet for a moment then the cop guarding their photos slid them across the table towards him. We closely studied them (with magnifying glasses) alone for a while, pointing out structures and vent pipes in the roof. David always said that you could tell a lot about the structure inside a building by studying the roof.
Then David asked several questions about this specific group, like weapons registered, hints of explosives, perimeter booby traps, or other worrisome issues and the cops said they had no actual negative information about the group other than recent rumors around town. They said this group had been out there along the highway for almost fifty years and they made most of their money doing tractor repairs, welding, and handyman jobs in both towns.
David asked, "How many groups are there like this in the United States?" The state cop said last he heard there were nearly two thousand. Most did not own property and buildings but met in churches or rented space in strip malls but about 20% of them had land and structures, most were law abiding despite holding unusual beliefs. The main cop at the meeting mumbled, "Different strokes." Then he added that Colorado was one of the states that seemed to attract unusual groups, along with Sedona, Arizona.
While we were there with the group of local cops I decided to promote awareness and asked them if they had ever been briefed on civilians that carried secret military gear and what police could legally do to us? None of them admitted knowing what I was talking about, so I asked one of them to get their captain on the phone, I needed to talk to him right away.
One cop left the room and came back with a cordless phone after two minutes. He walked in and handed me the phone and warned me that the captain was upset, he was at a restaurant with his wife. I took the phone and left the room and had a short friendly (but serious) chat with their boss and went back to the room. Ten minutes later while we were looking at aerial photos their captain walked in the room, he looked powerfully pissed off. He asked us to leave the room. We went out to the front lobby for ten minutes then saw him storm out the front door and get in his car and drive back to the restaurant.
Back in the meeting room the guy in charge told us they'd been properly updated on the laws governing civilians with secret military weapons and missions. Just for fun I asked one of them, as sort of a quiz: "What do you do if you pull me over for driving 60mph across Florence?" The sergeant said he was to return our ID cards and immediately let us go. If they confiscated a special case the penalty included immediate execution. I told them that detaining us and confiscating our case was legally the same as confiscating the nuclear weapon launch control case always carried near the president, and arresting the person carrying it.
After that little meeting we were pretty much done looking at their evidence and decided to go back to our hotel for dinner and a nap.
I wanted to take a nap before our all night adventure. My alarm clock went off at 8pm and we drove back to the police department and joined the rest of the crew. The first thing we did was review the final batch of aerial photos which were hybrid optical and radar based. This technology gave a very unique image of the soil too that would indicate any signs of digging, like recent burials. The technician that processed the images said he saw no signs of digging anywhere on the site, except plant rows in their gardens.
They drove us in our suits with our case out west on Route 50 and stopped on the shoulder in the middle of nowhere. This time we were working with one officer, a local cop and desert expert but he wasn't wearing any armor like us and he only had a walkie talkie, flashlight, pistol, and a cell phone. The contour of the terrain prevented anyone in the compound from seeing us stopped on the highway, unless they were using sophisticated remote sensing.
The van drove away as soon as we shut the doors, they were going to drive into Florence then park and wait for our extraction signal. The three of us activated our gear then walked along the highway to a gully, the cop carried a flashlight but we used IR lights on our glasses. David advised him he should plan on shutting it off soon. He switched it to red and the three of us turned north and started walking in a natural gully that headed towards the mountains and crossed their property. David also carried an IR flashlight to help spot scorpions. Most snakes couldn't bite through our suits but sometimes scorpions could sting through it, but that was mostly based on luck. This time we wore gloves that matched our suits. David carried the pack on his back. The unspoken part of my job was to make sure he didn't do anything strenuous.
Near the highway the gully cut deep into the ground, my guess was it was around fifteen feet deep with a sandy-rocky bottom, like walking down a miniature valley. The gully stayed deep for a long time as we walked on loose sand and grasses as we headed closer to the compound. It appeared to have been cut over time by years of heavy storms over the mountains.
According to police their main building sat about 900 feet north of the highway, so we had a long hike ahead of us on loose sand. About thirty minutes later the depth of the gully came up to around six to seven feet deep. Walking on loose sand was not fun, in fact it started to bother my calves from all the extra effort. While we were walking I unpacked one spider and set it on my shoulder.
I think we stomped six scorpions and chased off one snake. I carried some rocks in my hands to throw at snakes when they appeared, because I was told in the past they responded to thrown rocks very well. The good news was none of us got bit, but this was definitely their territory. The gully was thick with insects, especially crickets and flies (aka: scorpion food).
By the time we got within 250 feet of the building we'd already passed under their inner perimeter fence. Like so many places in the desert they had a barbed wire cattle fence around their land but the ditches washed out during storms and there wasn't enough fill in the world to keep ahead of them. Just like along the US border there was no way to stop the rain from washing ditches under fences.
We saw on the airplane photos this gully started in the mountains and crossed their land. They had a three foot pipe that served as a storm drain for rain on their roofs and patios that emptied into the gully too. They stored rainwater in lined ponds, when those were full they dumped the rest into this gully. Eventually it ended up in the Arkansas River. When I felt we were as close as we could get to their buildings without having to low crawl I activated and placed another spider on the ground to serve as a look-out for us, that way nobody could sneak up behind us. I set it to alarm with movement.
For some reason I had a picture in my brain of a child (sneaking up on us from behind) wearing bib overalls with no shirt or shoes pointing a shotgun at us and telling us we were under arrest for trespassing on private property.
I also pictured after I set our spider down on the ground to watch behind us that a tarantula might run up and try to fuck our mecha spider! That's how thick the bugs were out here. Or, I wonder what would happen if our spider was attacked by a scorpion or eaten by a rattler. I didn't know jack shit about spiders, not even sure if they fucked or where baby spiders came from, all I knew was I gladly killed everyone I saw.
We reached a point where the gully was only four feet deep and decided to stop and set up our gear. I unpacked two more spiders while David assembled the drone. We slid two spiders into their tiny hideouts under the drone and David landed it near the peak of the roof of the main building and activated both of them. David flew it back while I got two more ready. By the time he landed I was ready, walked over and picked it up and slid the spiders into their slots beneath the drone.
David flew them near the peak of the roof and released the second two spiders, which gave us four on the roof.
All four were in standard surveillance mode and they immediately scattered across the roof. Their default tasks were to locate technology, electrical systems, HVAC equipment, rooms, doors, hallways, warm bodies including cats and dogs, cameras, security alarm sensors, and wireless networks. With swarming mode activated they acted as one and shared everything they saw with the others. One of the spiders assumed the role of data server and created the floor plans as each one located walls and doors.
Considering the size of the main building I estimated it would be ten minutes before we started to see floor maps and body counts/locations.
We'd used the DOD quadcopters so many times in the recent past they decided to get us one, but it wasn't as large or capable as the one we used on the Clark Bridge. The one we got fit inside a case in the largest zipper pouch on the outside of our backpack. It was custom made for our service and was designed to function as a flying camera and spider transport. It had IR 3D optics and a range over flat terrain of almost two thousand feet. The controller was tiny, with basic controls and buttons for: take off, land, return to the controller, lights on/off, and self destruct. It was also very quiet compared to civilian drones. The new drone folded into a small cube that fit in a cavity between the joysticks on the controller.
Ten minutes later we started to see elements of a floor plan, rooms, windows, doors, hallways, and easily identified structures (toilets, sinks, furniture, bathtubs, kitchens, appliances, etc). It's interesting to watch floor plans begin to appear on our glasses. At first it's just a few lines, then boundaries of rooms appear and doorways, they just keep appearing in the image, it looked like magic and was one of the neatest skills the spiders have.
The spiders use ultrasound waves bounced off walls to measure rooms, then send all their data either to the Kitty Case or to a local director if one of them assumed the role due to the anticipated amount of data they would collect. I have seen them make errors but it's usually obvious when looking at their floor plans where the mistakes are.
At the south end of the building they found bedrooms and a large dormitory with more body heat signatures than they could quickly count since many had two people in each bed. Two people sleeping close together under a comforter were often miscounted as one.
Within 35 minutes the entire building was mapped, and they located one person awake watching TV in an office near the main entrance.
After that survey we moved two spiders to the next building and examined it too, but it appeared to be a workshop. Then the final building was mapped and found fifteen people on bunk beds in another dormitory type room. The last structure they checked was what appeared to be a shed sized first aid station with a refrigerator, and something like an adjustable exam table.
While we added the counts together our accomplice called the numbers to the police van parked in Florence, since the gully was shallow he was able to talk to them directly with his walkie talkie.
We repositioned the spiders manually, one (hung upside down from a speaker cabinet) inside the dining hall that doubled as an indoor gym and church. We stationed another in the large men's bathroom, the third one went inside the woman's bathroom, and the last one went inside what appeared to be the manager's office. All of them found good hiding positions and went into low power mode, then only sent images when they detected movement or loud noises. Ninety minutes into the survey they switched to another spider to be the coordinator because the first one was running low on battery power.
We sat there in the gully and watched the sun come up and the residents get cleaned and dressed. Our rationale for putting spiders inside bathrooms was to watch for physical signs of abuse or injury. We only saw one child and three adolescent age residents and they appeared completely healthy.
All we brought with us was water so we sat with our backs against the wall of the gully in the shade watching signals from the spiders. By 11am we'd taken over 800 photos and lots of video. The guy with us used a small video headset to review photos while we sat in the shade and collected data. He said he'd seen nothing that looked illegal or untoward. He saw no signs of disease or injuries, everyone looked happy and healthy. Our spiders had recorded 51 of the 52 residents take off their clothes and take a quick shower, but imaged no evidence of abuse or torture.
By noon we were out of water and it was getting pretty hot. When each spider was at a place where it could get to the roof without being seen we commanded them one at a time to return to the drone.
One of the spiders found what looked (to me) like a room for fucking, it appeared they had no restrictions on who fucked or when. It recorded two hetero couples do it on a simple cushioned platform. Another spider photographed a prayer room with an alter made of large crystals that looked very valuable.
At 2:45pm David flew the drone back to us with the first two spiders, then back to the roof and waited for the last two. One of them exited by a rooftop plumbing vent pipe the other ran up the outside wall via an open window.
We started the hike back after the all five spiders were safely recovered, On the hike across the desert to the highway I polled each spider and found most of them were very low in power so one at a time I activated self destruct mode and dropped them on the sand. By the time we got to Route 50 four of the five were dust in the wind, dude.
We got in the van and rode back to Pueblo and uploaded our cache of video, photos, and other data to their police server. We loaded up on water and ate some Cheez-Its and hung out waiting to hear an early report if they found any evidence of law breaking.
"You know, Cheez-Its go great with a bottle of Two Buck Chuck Merlot." David mumbled.
"Yep, we should stop at TJs on the way, and the grocery store for a big box. I so got the munchies."
"What about actual food?" He asked.
"I say we stop at the first burger joint as long as it's not at you know who."
At five PM they cut us loose, asked us to return at 10pm tonight. We drove down US-50 and stopped for four Jumbo Jacks to go, then went back to the motel and took a nap then got up at 9:30pm and left in the truck for the downtown building. I noticed that David was not looking that good, maybe in pain a little, maybe worn out too.
They had six people closely examining our photos and video but found no evidence of anything illegal or abusive. The photos shot from the airplane that flew overhead imaged a row of marijuana plants growing in their garden but otherwise there was no evidence of graves or cremations or any digging anywhere except their garden rows. They summarized by saying it appeared most of the reports they received came from a disgruntled person they asked to leave the group. He thanked us for our help and dismissed the group after saying that we accomplished our mission.
After that it became a party environment and fifteen minutes later five pizzas were delivered and we stayed for the party. Several cops approached us and asked about the spiders but looked insulted that we couldn't tell them much other than they were secret military technology, hand-made in Nevada, and were our primary weapons. They asked about previous missions and again David said we couldn't discuss that either except to say some of the biggest news events each year where the good guys won involved us.
We could tell them there were three teams like us in the USA, we covered most of the western states, and two other teams covered east of the Mississippi. Their locations changed with the seasons but they were currently stationed near Nashville and Philadelphia, with back-up teams in Atlanta, Omaha, and Indianapolis. So the truth was its not twenty people with launch ability, it's actually thirty, or thirty one if you include the President. One of them asked if it was safe to give launch ability to the president and we corrected him that the president couldn't actually launch missiles, he could only authorize it, that's what the case was for. There were a lot of military people between the president and the actual launch buttons.
We left the party after the pizza ran out and drove back to the motel and slept until 9am, showered, packed and checked-out. In town we stopped at a Waffle House restaurant then left on the Interstate towards the south. One thing nice about Colorado was the run home was one long non-stop ribbon of smooth concrete across New Mexico. We've always liked New Mexico, it's a beautiful state with almost every type of terrain in the world, except ocean front. I-25 winds down the center of the state. It paralleled the Rio Grande River and passed near some historic sites.
And on the way south near the town of Truth or Consequences was the Trinity Site. Although not near I-25 but along US-60 was the VLA, White Sands National Monument was near Alamogordo, and the famous snow skiing tourist town of Ruidoso to name a few. The Ruidoso area was also well known for horse racing.
Driving south on I-25 we stopped for gas and water in Springer, New Mexico. Just like in Yuma a cop car stopped behind us at the gas pump with his lights on. David filled the tank while I went inside, gave him forty bucks and waited for the change. I saw the cop approach him and I saw David explain to him that we were federal agents on a mission, please check our license plate and if he had any questions he needed to call his supervisor. I could almost read his lips as he advised the cop that interfering with us was a major federal offence. By law we're still on duty until we got back home or to our office after the Op was finished.
I saw the cop get back in his car and used the terminal to investigate our license plate, he was in the car for much longer than a normal speeding ticket would take. My guess was he was on the phone, like David said. One thing about so many of these poorly trained small town cops was it really pissed them off to be told they couldn't stop someone, like seeing a car with a diplomat license plate obviously driving while impaired. Our unit sticker was clearly visible next to the license plate.
Sometimes when we showed our DOD ID cards they wanted to take it with them but we were not allowed to release the cards to anyone, except the DOD ID Card Director.
I got our change and left the station and got back in the truck, but the cop was still in his car shouting at his phone. David stalled a little and cleaned the windshield and got back in the truck. We started the motor and slowly drove away towards the Interstate, the cop never followed. I turned around and glanced out the back window as we slowly left.
We drove across Albuquerque and were on the last stretch of I-25, non-stop all the way to Las Cruces. The land was pretty barren along I-25. On the west side of the highway was always a line of mountains and on the east side was farming along the Rio Grande valley. El Paso also had a central line of north-south mountains too and it seemed like your eyes were constantly watching the distant mountains for familiar hills and signs of home. You could see the Franklin Mountains from very far away. They divided El Paso into east , west, and southern communities. By the time the river entered El Paso all the water was removed for farming irrigation. Unless there were heavy rains up north the river was mostly dry as it passed through town and became the border with Mexico.
On the drive south we drove along the stretch of desert called the Jornada del Muerto, the desert area where the first atomic bomb was tested, and also the chili capital of New Mexico, the little town of Hatch where everyone was a farmer and every store sold chilies. And we discussed the route of I-25, what used to be called the Interior Royal Road, it was first laid out by Spain hundreds of years ago and stretched from Mexico City to Santa Fe. The Trinity site was near the farming town called San Antonio at the intersection of I-25 and New Mexico highway 380.
Ninety minutes later we were back in Texas approaching the exit (Exit 6) for Transmountain Road, thirty minutes later we were home. David was exhausted and sore, he took a fast shower and crashed in bed and was asleep in minutes. When I walked in the bedroom our bed looked like the good old days. The room was dark, the window AC unit was running at full blast, and there was a long lump on his side of the bed, he was fully under the blankets sound asleep. I watched the lump slowly rise and fall. I think that meant he was worn out but very happy to be home and in our bed, it was a place of healing and comfort for both of us. I could barely see tufts of his hair above the comforter on his pillow. Everything on our bed was white except his hair. I took a 90 second shower and carefully slid under the comforter but never woke him.
Two weeks after that run David was released to full duty and I finally was able to put our kitchen monitor box into Active mode again. David no longer had pain when I rested my head on his lower belly so I was able to start getting caught up on eating his semen. His semen didn't have much flavor, salty and sort of like melted butter but not big on flavor. His pre-come and semen tasted the same, maybe all guys were that way.
Sometimes I'd lie on the sofa (with my head on his stomach) when we watched a movie (in the basement) and held him and licked drops off the tip instead of making popcorn. I could do that for hours, I loved the way he tasted.
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