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Do
Over
Chapter
22

Its a disgrace to this country when
we have homosexual children prancing around the Republican Convention being
embraced by our President. The Reverend Jerry Falwell was fuming on the
hotel rooms television while Brian and I went about our packing. There
was a car waiting for us downstairs and time was in short supply, but I stopped
at that and stared at the television.
When did I prance? I asked rhetorically and Brian
started laughing. Lolita Top Bbs
He looked back at the television and smiled, going over to
the room phone and picking it up to call the number of the screen. ABC was doing
a call-in show and we had it on while we were packing, getting ready to leave.
It had been a busy summer for us, and we were both getting a bit punchy from
all the stress. Brian spoke into the phone for several minutes and then hung
up. I stopped packing to stare at him while he grinned at me. When Lolita Top Bbs
the phone
rang he picked it up and spoke quietly, smiling the entire time.
We have a phone call for the Reverend Falwell, Brian
are you there? The T.V. commentator said and I stared at my boyfriend
in amazement.
Yes, Peter, Im here. Brian said into the
phone and I heard it a second later on television. I turned it down to keep
from causing feedback through the phone line, but it was still audible to me.
Reverend, we have Brian Breckenridge from California
on the line and he says he has a question for you. Peter Jennings said
with a barely concealed smile while Reverend Falwells mouth opened and
closed before he nodded.
Reverend, Davey and I were just listening to you and
he wants to know when he pranced around the convention? Brian asked and
I burst out in laughter that was audible on the television. I tried to control
it and started hiccupping while the good reverend turned several shades of red
on-screen.
That was just a&term I was using. The reverend
finally said.
Oh good. Brian said cheerfully. I mean,
were football players you know and football players dont prance.
Its just not right. Thanks, bye!
As Brian hung up I could see Peter Jennings openly chuckling
while the Reverend Falwell looked like someone had stolen the wind out of his
sails. Brian and I both collapsed from laughing so hard as the Reverend tried
to amend his remarks on screen and I was still hiccupping. The door to the room
slammed open and Brians mom entered, her face nearly red.
BRIAN RICHARD BRECKENRIDGE! She shouted. What
have I told you about making prank phone calls?
Mom! Brian gasped out, still laughing. It
wasnt a prank! Davey really did ask that and we just had to know when
we pranced! I mean&were football players!
Okay, okay, you can get away with it just this once.
She said, finally laughing as I turned up the volume to hear the Reverend telling
another phone call that he really didnt mean to mischaracterize us with
his comment. She had a smile on her face. That was your dad calling in
as well.
Great, and we missed it! Brian moaned and I just
hiccupped.
Hurry up, the cars waiting. She ordered,
waving to our almost-packed suitcases. We quickly finished as poor Reverend
Falwell tried to defend himself from a third caller who thought the First Ladys
speech about having compassion for all people was a welcome change. We turned
the television off as we hauled our bags out the door and down the hall to the
elevator. When we got to the lobby, a porter put them on a cart and escorted
us out to the waiting car where he Lolita Top Bbs
put them in the trunk. I did remember to
hand him a ten-dollar tip before getting in the car. Dad and Mom B followed
a minute later with my mom and Jenny right behind them. It was a tight fit since
it wasnt really a big limousine, just an extended car with a rear-facing
seat in addition to the regular back seat. Lolita Top Bbs When we were all in, the car drove
off.
I still cant believe we were at the Republican
National Convention. Mom said breathily with big eyes. I just hiccupped
again.
Long story. I said at her questioning look.
I hope its not as long as the one I heard last
night. She said to me sternly and I just shook my head. Shed finally
been cleared for the full truth, and it had been Mrs. Reagan who had told her.
Mom still didnt fully believe what shed been told, but overall
was dealing with it pretty well.
No, they were just calling into the talk shows again.
Mom B said. Wed started that one boring summer day and she was never
going to let us forget it. This time it was Peter Jennings and Reverend
Falwell. The Reverend said they were prancing around the convention and Brian
called to say Davey was wondering when exactly it was they pranced because football
players dont prance.
Well we Lolita Top Bbs dont. Brian insisted as I started
laughing again. It had been so perfect, not going after the guy for the gay
remark or the disgrace comment, but getting him for saying we
were prancing.
Then this big lug had to go and call in to ask why the
Reverend was picking on children, and then, what was it you said? Mom
B. continued, directing the last at Dad B.
I said maybe he should stick to the kids because his
arguments are so thin even they gave him a challenge when it comes to good debate.
Dad B said smugly and I had to laugh at Lolita Top Bbs
that. No wonder the man on the television
had looked so sick.
We got to the airport quickly and a Delta agent was soon unloading
all the bags from the trunks while we were escorted to the VIP lounge. That
was one of the nice things that I was coming to enjoy star treatment.
No more Southwest airlines, no more being cramped together in a hot cabin and
waiting in long lines. Of course, the first class tickets took a chunk out Lolita Top Bbs
of
the bank account I shared with Brian, but the four death threats wed
received before the convention justified the two Secret Service agents that
were now shadowing us, and their directions to the airlines made sure we didnt
have to wait in line Lolita Top Bbs
or anything.
The Delta VIP lounge was fairly full ofconventioneers, many
of them recognized us and we recognized some of them too. A few came over to
talk to the adults, one or two talked to Brian or I, and one even said Hi!
to Jenny. That one was the same age as my sister and smiled at her in a way
that made me glare at him. Brian had to nudge me to make me stop when the boy
started glancing our way nervously.
Is my brother glaring at you again? Jenny asked
the boy who just nodded slowly, still staring at me like I was a dangerous animal.
Jenny stomped her foot and glared at me in return. Davey, stop it! Hes
not going to hit me over the head and drag me off somewhere so be nice now!
How do you know hes not? I challenged
her, not really meaning it. She just glared and I gave up, moving with Brian
to the snack table and finding some cocktail shrimp to snack on.
Mr. Jones? A voice I recognized as belonging
to one of the secret service agents interrupted my thoughts. I turned and nodded.
Sir, theres a phone call for you. If youll come this way?
Lead on. I said with a nod of my head. I wondered
what this could be now. The last time someone had called me like this, the Soviets
had begun their pullout from Afghanistan. I had been at my football camp at
the time, the Lolita Top Bbs
line was unsecured but the message had gotten across. Fortunately
it was the next-to-last day and Brian spread around it was a family emergency
after a car showed up to pick me up a half-hour later. Brian hadnt gone
with me, but a nearby private airstrip got to see a black Pavehawk helicopter
land and I was rushed inside for the trip to the nearest Air Force Base and
a ride on a C-5 Galaxy back to Washington.
The C-5 wasnt summoned just for me. It had been scheduled
to fly to Washington already and was the most convenient flight for me to hop
on.
I was in Washington for a week that time, and went totally
unnoticed by the press as I argued about how to approach the imminent fall of
the Soviet-backed Afghan government and the imminent rise of the Islamic-based
Taliban government. In the end, I had won in the do something now before
these people give rise to terrorists in ten years that will kill Lolita Top Bbs Americans,
not Russians, but the other side also won a victory. The United States
went to the U.N. and got a multi-national force under French leadership to monitor
elections, without one single US soldier being involved. The Soviet-backed government
had not yet fallen, and grasped onto the U.N. lifeline with a death grip. The
Islamic-backed mujhadeen fighters grumbled, but with the CIA closing up shop,
and their source of arms (the United States) telling them they were cut off,
they had little choice but to agree to a cease-fire and participation in local
elections to form a new government. It wasnt the best solution, but maybe,
just maybe it would be enough.
This is David Jones. I said into the phone after
the agent handed me the phone and brought me back to the present. It was a non-secured
line but I didnt need to tell whoever it was that information. Still,
the two agents had cleared anyone from the area while I took the call.
Its Meadows. The voice on the other end
was familiar, and sounded very cheerful. I just thought you might want
to know OBL is now speaking to Allah.
Pictures? I asked greedily.
Ill send mementos to you at home. He said
smugly.
Thanks. I said and hung up the phone with a great
big smile on my face and tears in my eyes. I wasnt sure if Id
just gotten revenge, or made a pre-emptive strike happen, but whichever it was
it felt damn fucking good. Somewhere in Pakistan, an army sniper was slinking
away from his hiding spot after having shot and killed Osama bin Laden! It had
taken me a month of solid arguing in correspondence with the CIA to convince
them that his usefulness was at an end now that the Soviets were pulling out
of Afghanistan and every passing day made him a bigger and bigger danger to
our country.
When I reached Brian he saw my smile and knew what it must
have meant. He just patted my back in congratulations and we rejoined our parents
who were blithely discussing the conventions pomp and circumstance. Jenny
was still talking to that boy and it struck me that he epitomized eighties preppiness
with his puffy hairdo and pink polo shirt. I couldnt complain, really.
Brian was still trying to grow his hair back saying he looked to military.
He was even making me grown mine back out.
Sirs, ladies? A Delta female employee said coming
up to the edge of the group we were standing in. Your flight is ready
for boarding of first class passengers.
Thanks. Dad B said and turned to face Brian and
I. He moved to Brian and gave him a long hug, followed by Mom B while my mom
held onto me tight, a worried look on her face.
Davey, I still dont like you going off alone
like this. Mom said to me with a tear in her eyes.
Mom, well have security agents with us the entire
time. I reminded her. Plus its not like were going unsupervised.
Okay, okay, but when your dad finds out hes going
to freak. She said miserably.
Mom, just tell him we went with a friend of the President.
I reminded her. Its not a lie.
Okay, Ill see you when you get back. She
said softly and then left for the plane. Mom and Dad B gave me a hug too before
they turned to leave. We waved goodbye to them and stood there for a few minutes,
staring at the door theyd left through. A few of the other people in
the lounge stared at us still standing there while our families had gone.
Gentlemen, I believe we should head out now.
One of the two Secret Service agents said and Brian nodded, following the man
out of the entrance wed come through. He led us through the busy airport
and into another terminal that was relatively deserted. We walked past the baggage
screeners without bothering to go through the metal detectors and soon we were
taking a shuttle that took us to the smaller commuter jet terminal. An Air Force
Lear Jet sat waiting for us and we were hustled on board. We landed at Andrews
a few minutes later and boarded a much larger VIP jet. Already aboard this plane
were several members of the CIA, the NSA, the Department of Defense, and a two-star
Army general. We were directed to our seats and, as soon as we were buckled
in and our baggage put aboard, the plane taxied for take-off.
The sky outside was dark Lolita Top Bbs
as we leveled off and I got summoned
to the back of the plane for a meeting. The General was sitting at the head
of the table with most of the other people in the plane there as well. I took
the only remaining seat and waited for the man, General OKeefe, to get
started.
I believe everyone at the table knows one another?
The General asked and was greeted with a round of nods. Good, then lets
gets started. Some of you have had a basic briefing, and others know the full
details. For the sake of thoroughness, I will review everything we have, and
our mission orders. Please hold any questions until Im finished.
Last night, West German police spotted a man making
an escape over the Berlin Wall. He was rescued before he could be shot by East
German police and escorted to a police station for debriefing. The man identified
himself as Dmitri Pavolov, a scientist for the Soviet Unions research
team attempting to repeat the time-travel experiments that brought us Mr. Jones
and brought them Alexei Shevrenadze. He states that theyve had some success
in repeating the experiments and we are to assess the veracity of his information.
He is refusing to be transported to the United States because he fears the KGB
will act against him here and requesting to be allowed to relocate to Australia
instead. Naturally, if he is genuine we want to have him work with our team
in the United States, but we cannot really force him to do so. Our job is to
assess him and the information he offers. If he is genuine, he is to be convinced
to work Lolita Top Bbs on our project with us if possible. If we cannot convince him, we are
to assess the safety of sending him to Australia. Now, ask your questions.
Discussion ensued, ideas were presented and the pros and cons
assessed. When the General called a halt two hours later, very little had been
achieved and everyone was exhausted. The General gave everyone specific assignments
on what they were to handle. When he dismissed us, I rose and returned to my
seat next to Brian. The two secret service agents from the convention were still
in their seats up front, talking quietly to each other. Brian looked up from
the French guide he was reading and smiled at me as I sat down. We started talking
softly about what he wanted to see once business was done and
we could sightsee a little before returning to the states. There was a little
German canyon near Aachen I wanted to explore. I remembered it from my visit
there in my first life. Brian wanted to head into Paris, the city of lovers,
so he could practice his rudimentary French.
You boys settled in? General OKeefes
voice surprised me. I hadnt heard him approach over the engine noise.
Unlike civilian, and most military flights, the jet was at full throttle instead
of cruising speed and that would cut nearly two hours off of our journey time,
but leave the plane almost empty of fuel when we landed in Bonn. From there
wed hop a chartered civilian plane for the flight through East Germany
and into Berlin.
Yes, General, thank you. I said politely. The
blankets and pillows for when we went to sleep were already at our feet, and
the large, comfortable chairs reclined almost all the way without bumping any
other passengers, not that anyone was sitting near us. As if on cue, the cabins
lights went out; leaving us with the reading light Brian had turned on earlier.
The General leaned down and flipped a switch on the chair in front of me, swung
it around fully and sat down, facing us. He was studying both of us for a few
minutes before he snorted.
If I hadnt seen you two boys kiss one time I
wouldnt think either of you were really homosexuals. OKeefe
said in a tone bordering on disbelief.
Thanks, General. Brian said with a smile.
Dont thank me yet, boy. General OKeefe
countered. You know the President has ordered another panel to review
our policy on your kind serving in the military?
Yes, sir, he told me that yesterday. I said.
I havent&urged him to do something like that if thats
what youre wondering.
No, I didnt think you had. OKeefe
said sourly. Its more that he just knows you two and likes you
and you make him think theres really Lolita Top Bbs nothing wrong with what you do.
Something you disagree with. I observed without
sarcasm and he nodded.
I dont think boys like you can serve in the ranks
without causing problems. OKeefe said, and held a hand to stop
one of us from retorting. I know what youre going to say and yes
there were problems integrating blacks fully into the service, and those problems
still exist occasionally but the services are able to handle them. Thats
why Ive been thinking long and hard about this ever since I was told
last week Ill be on the commission when I get my third star next month.
Congratulations on your promotion, sir. I said
honestly. I may disagree with the man on a few things, but he was an honest
man, something I could respect.
Thanks son, the wife is the one who is really happy
right now. OKeefe said with a brief smile. General officers spend
a lot of time keeping the wife happy, and a promotion to three-star usually
made the wife very happy. It moved her up the pecking order so that only the
four-star wives outranked her. Shes even more Lolita Top Bbs
happy
Im moving up to Joint Operations planning at the Pentagon and not to
a field command. Shes gotten herself hip deep in the Washington social
scene and likes it there.
My condolences. Brian said with a grin and the
general actually let out a bark of laughter.
I see you two are becoming familiar with the Washington
scene. He commented and for a moment he had a genuine smile for us. Well,
enough bullshitting around, lets get down to the nuts and bolts of what
I want you two to think about. The squid Master Chief in my office is retiring
in two weeks. Hes got himself a nice, cozy job teaching at some place
called Downey High where hell be taking a job teaching P.E. and being
an assistant football coach. Hes thinking hes going to be pretty
bored and noticed the school doesnt have a JROTC program, and since hes
a squid he wants to start up a NJROTC program.
At our school? Brian said with some surprise.
I was getting better at hiding the surprise I was feeling.
Yes, and hes looking for a couple of good guys
to help get the thing started. OKeefe said with what was now a
challenging smile. It fits in nicely with me serving on this new commission
to look at gay service in the military. We cant just look at the attitude
and opinions of old fogeys like me; we have to think about the next generation
as well. Now, the military isnt going to conduct any experiments
with active duty or reserve units. You just dont do that sort of thing,
but I was chatting with a few of the other officers on the commission and no
one saw a problem with experimenting with a NJROTC program. If worse comes to
worse we just shut the thing down.
What kind of man is this Master Chief? I asked
cautiously. I could see where this was going.
Hes a damn good operator, a SEAL. OKeefe
answered. I believe you use to know a few in your past life.
Yeah, a few. I admitted. Small Boat Units worked
closely with SEALS. We took them to their insertion points and picked them up,
and sometimes the pickups required us to do a little shooting while they swam
to the boat. Not much, but on occasion it went like that and we always had been
prepared for that.
Well, hes not cleared for you so he wont
know and you shouldnt tell him. OKeefe said firmly. I just
nodded. He saw you on the convention coverage and mentioned that hed
be teaching where you go to school. He then mentioned he wished he could get
NJROTC started and I came up with my idea. Lets see how you boys handle
a NJROTC. If you can get it started, if you can get it working like any other
unit can, and next summer when you go through the summer-at-sea program, if
things work well, well have an idea to the answers to a lot of our questions.
This commission isnt going to be done in a year, I can guarantee that.
The JCS will drag their feet hoping the CinC changes his mind, or we get another
President. Itll be a few years, so you boys had best stick it out through
your high school. Otherwise, you might harm the chances of your fellow gay people
ever serving.
General, thank you for offering this, but Im
not sure we could accept. I said carefully and slowly. First of
all, even if were allowed to serve, I dont think we would want to do
so. Forgive me for saying this, but Ive already had enough of being in
the military for two lifetimes.
But I havent. Brian said firmly. Its
not like were really in the military, is it?
No, son NJROTC is not a commitment to military service.
OKeefe said before I could respond. I just looked at Brian for a long
moment. At the high school level, you usually get school credit, and
if you decide to enlist when you turn eighteen, you usually get incentives like
a higher starting rank or better training school because you were in NJROTC
or regular JROTC.
So, its not so bad, then is it? Brian
said to me and I let out a sigh.
You really want to do this? I asked him.
Well, I use to love playing soldier when
I was a kid. He said to me with a boyish grin and I had to smile. Plus,
its important, Davey. I mean, its a chance to help prove that
damn point youre always arguing about military service. Ive seen
you when you get your goat up and weve all heard you say that stuff.
Well, you can put up or shut up, cant you?
You see, General? I said sourly to the man. Youve
turned him against me now!
Dont blame me! OKeefe said with
a genuine smile and a laugh. It reminds me of my wife arguing when she
wanted me to resign after Major. She wanted out of military life and I kept
on telling her what a difference I could make as a general.
Argh! I growled and now Brian was smiling. Okay,
if Brian wants to do it, well do it.
You know its not the real military but it is
close enough youll have to want it more than that to succeed at it.
OKeefe warned me.
General, when I commit to doing something, I do it fully,
without hesitation. I said firmly. The hesitation, the debate,
the consideration all comes before, but when the decision is made, there is
no half-way.
Good, well Ill let you get some sleep.
He said, rising and returning to his original seat. I just looked at Brian who
reached up, turned off the reading light and then bent to get a blanket and
the pillows. He curled up to me and pulled the blanket over us as I Lolita Top Bbs leaned back
in my seat. He did the same with his seat and we were soon facing each other,
our hands connecting under the blanket.
Are you mad? Brian asked in a steady, deep voice.
His voice had deepened some over the last few months at the same time a wild
spurt of pubic hair had formed the biggest bush Id ever seen around his
cock. The way he asked, with his eyebrows furrowed in the dim light made me
smile though.
No, just surprised. I answered. I didnt
think youd want a military career.
I dont, its just that listening to some
of your Navy stories made me want to try it out a little. Brian explained
and I think I understood what he was saying. Its a way I can connect
with something you did in your past life, that you enjoyed, but make it ours
as well. That kind of makes me want it bad.
If you want it that bad, well do it. I
said firmly and he smiled before giving me a quick kiss. Here, on the plane
where others could see, we were much to polite to fool around. Instead, we went
to sleep a lot earlier than we normally would have.
The flight steward woke us an hour before landing just as the
cabin lights came back on. Outside the freshly opened window shades, it was
nearly noon and I could see what had to be Europe below us. We had fresh hot
towels given to us by the twenty-ish steward, who subtly gave me a squeeze on
my upper arm as he collected the dirty towels and then winked at Brian. Several
things popped into my mind but as the steward brought our breakfast trays and
sat them on the tray tables, I figured what it had meant.
You heard our conversation with the General.
I stated.
No, but I heard the General talking to his aide.
The air force sergeant said with a smile as he leaned over me to adjust Brians
tray table. You boys show them up for all of us, eh?
Deal. Brian said with a grin and the man left
with a smile on his face. Brian smirked at me though. I cant take
you anywhere.
He winked at you. I countered in a very soft
voice, and we filled the cabin with the sounds of soft laughter as people were
waking before landing.
Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany is one of the prettiest
military bases in the world. Even the hardened hangars where F-16s and
other aircraft were parked had trees on top of them. Id read this before,
but seeing it in person made Lolita Top Bbs me accept that what Id read paled in comparison
to reality. There was no time to take in the scenery as the group was loaded
onto two smaller jets waiting near by. They were both Lear Jets and only stayed
on the ground long enough for our baggage to be transferred before Lolita Top Bbs commencing
take-off.
This was probably the point in the journey that was riskiest
for me personally. If this was some attempt to eliminate me by the Soviets,
the flight Lolita Top Bbs
along the Berlin Corridor would be cut short by Soviet Lolita Top Bbs fighter planes.
Brians hand had to be hurting by the time the pilot announced we were
landing. I noticed even General OKeefe relaxed slightly. Four military
staff cars waited for us on the tarmac and, after our bags were loaded, we took
off through West Berlin. I could see East Berlin over the edges of a distant
wall and again reflected just how different reality was from what Id
read growing up.
The building we eventually went to was the headquarters of
the NATO command in the area. French, American and British troops were still
stationed here, guarding the peace and protecting this island
in the middle of communist Germany. I knew a few hundred troops were stationed
here from each country, complete with tanks, but I also knew they were outnumbered
ten to one by the Soviet and East German troops in the area. Maybe it was just
me, but I seemed to understand the siege mentality associated with so many West
Berliners during the Cold War.
What was I thinking, we were in the midst of the Cold War and
it had been growing closer to warm again in the last few months.
General OKeefe spoke briefly with the one-star American
general in command of the forces here and then we were led to several rooms
where we would be staying while we were here. The room Brian and I were assigned
to was small, and had two single beds, almost cots. Brian frowned at them but
I whispered that hed wanted a taste of military life after all.
Then, a knock at the door announced the General who told me
to follow him. I did and we traveled down several floors to a bare room with
a large video camera pointing into the see-through Lolita Top Bbs part of a two-way mirror.
On the other side was an interrogation room where a youngish man in his mid-to-late
thirties sat opposite the CIA and NSA men who had come with our plane. The microphones
in the interrogation room carried their voices over to us. The General sat in
a chair and motioned for me to sit in the one next to him.
The conversation was completely in Russian, and I had little
problem following all of it. I knew the General and almost everyone in the group
with us spoke that language fluently. Of them all, I was the least fluentbut
only had a problem with a few words, which the General whispered translations
for me after I asked him.
I wrote down some questions for the interrogators to ask him
after ten minutes and sent the paper with an Army sergeant who was waiting for
just such a task. OKeefe had looked at what Id written, nodded
silently and then summoned the man from Lolita Top Bbs where he stood against the wall near
the door. A minute later another soldier entered the interrogation room and
handed the paper to the CIA agent before leaving the room. About that same time
the sergeant came back and resumed his earlier position.
[You will describe again the sounds this prototype machine
makes.] The CIA agent said firmly and the scientist sighed before repeating
what hed said earlier. Then they asked my other two questions and after
they were done, moved on with their own, but I no longer listened. Instead I
leaned forward and turned the speakers off. The camera had sound wired directly
into it, so the recording would get everything if I was wrong.
General, hes lying. I said softly and
OKeefe glanced at me sharply.
How can you be so sure already? He asked me in
a low voice even though it Lolita Top Bbs
wasnt necessary. I looked at the Air Force
sergeant and realized maybe it was.
The drug he said they used, its the drug used
in Alzheimers patients. I saw the vial of the drug they gave me and it
was nothing I recognized. I would have recognized it if it had been that.
I responded just as quietly. Second, the machine he described fits the
machine I saw, and the sounds he describes are exactly the same as what that
machine was like.
How does the machine sounding exactly the same make
you think he is lying? OKeefe asked.
Ive seen the MRI machines we make right now,
and they are ten times noisier and clunkier than the type of machine I was in
before coming back in time. I said very softly, my eyes still locked
on the scientist in the other room. If the best American
engineers cannot design that type of machine right Lolita Top Bbs now without it being so noisy
and clunky, what are the chances of Russians doing it when they dont
come out with MRI until they buy our machines in the 1990s?
Hes repeating what hes been told, nothing
more then. OKeefe said with an agreeing nod. So that means
we were&lured here for some purpose, or they want us to be fooled by his
warning of impending doom if we continue on this track.
I dont want to sound like Im full of myself,
but Im more worried about the first possibility. I said softly.
I quite imagine their Alexei has a firm belief in his own importance
and while I know losing me wont kill our chances for keeping the Soviet
Union in check, I have a strong suspicion that Alexei and his father dont
feel the same way about Alexei.
I do happen to agree with that analysis, although Im
starting to believe having you around for a few more years would be a good thing.
General OKeefe said with a kind smile for me. What do you suggest
we do to flush out the real purpose hes here?
I talk to him. I said with a shrug. Once
he knows Im here for sure, well be able to see one way or the
other, I bet. Especially if I call him a liar.
Do it, but use the microphone. General OKeefe
said while pointing to the control board in front of us and a microphone on
a flexible metal tube. I dont want you in the same room as him.
I leaned forward looking at the scientist and
for some reason I kept seeing him in a karate outfit. He looked more and more
familiar the longer I looked at him Lolita Top Bbs
and I had a nagging feeling I should know
him. The reason Lolita Top Bbs became very clear to me as I imagined him with thinner, grayer
hair and wearing a suit while Lolita Top Bbs speaking in front of the United Nations.
[Vladimir Putin, you may stop this charade now.] I said in
Russian into the microphone after turning and the speakers back on and noticed
OKeefe stiffen at my side. I wondered what bravado had made them send
someone I would recognize unless&
[Ah, that must be comrade David Jones.] Vladimir Putin, once
the man destined to be President of the Russian Federation said with a small
smile. [Good, we may now leave.]
[No one is going anywhere until you tell us your real purpose
here.] General OKeefe said, also in Russian, as he grabbed the microphone
from me.
[I think my purpose is clear.] Putin said with that small smile.
[Your fortuneteller and I will get up and leave from this place or your country
will risk open war with the Soviet Union. You are not prepared to go to war
over one boy, he is not important enough. The future is no longer written, he
has little to offer, so you will allow me to walk out of here with him.]
General! A voice shouted from the door to our
room. It was a young captain and he looked very anxious. Brigadier Maxwell
requests your presence in the coordination room.
Whats going on son? General OKeefe
asked the young officer.
Sir, about ten minutes ago the Russians started jamming
all military and civilian frequencies, theyre jamming the radar at the
airport, and theyve cut the landline to West Germany. The captain
said and I felt a tremor Lolita Top Bbs
of fear shoot down my spine.
David, come with me. The General ordered and
I followed close on his heels as he headed down the room that acted as command
center for NATO forces in the area. The room was frantic with people moving
in and out, and we slipped by several of them and got into the room where OKeefe
joined Maxwell in the center of the room. There was a large map of the city
with small flags being placed all over. I wasnt absolutely sure what
they all meant, but their colors and positions made it easy to guess.
All radio and radar frequencies are being jammed, General.
Maxwell told OKeefe who outranked him by one star. The land lines
have been cut. Weve still got satellite communications but theyre
starting to ramp up jamming on those as well. We wont have them for long.
Weve got a burst off to Washington but by the time they reply we may
not be able to receive.
Get another message off ASAP, any frequency.
General OKeefe ordered. Two words: Time Thief.
Time Thief? Maxwell asked and then turned to
one of his officers when OKeefe gave him a stern look.
Does that mean what I think it means? I asked
OKeefe who nodded.
David, pretend as of this moment youre back in
uniform. He said to me softly and I snapped to attention from habit drilled
in to me by my boot camp company commanders who at this time probably had only
been in the Navy for a few years. OKeefe just nodded and turned to face
Maxwell. He pointed at a few flags that represented military units. Have
they moved across the bridges or into the city?
No, sir, theyre just forming up as if they were
preparing to move. Maxwell said. Weve alerted the civilian
government and the alert has been sounded. People will be heading to shelters
or their homes as we speak. In twenty minutes the civilian police will start
arresting anyone in the streets. We havent run the drill in a year, but
they know what to do. Ive deployed US armor to Brandenburg and these
two check points. French light infantry here and here, and the British along
these approach avenues.
General Maxwell, at this time I am going to tell you
something that has the Lolita Top Bbs highest classification of any United States military
secret. General OKeefe said and I took a deep breath while standing
there at attention. You will not repeat this, you will not think about
why, you will make no assumptions or guesses, am I clear?
Yes, General. Maxwell said, his eyes sharpening
on OKeefe. Maxwell was lean like most modern Generals, and had thinning
blond hair with piercing blue eyes. His eyes flicked towards me and I could
feel him wondering why I was allowed to be this close. His eyes snapped back
to OKeefe though.
General Maxwell, you will order every soldier under
your command to fall back and protect this Lolita Top Bbs building. OKeefe ordered
and I was as surprised as Maxwell. Your one and only objective is to
keep this young man out of Soviet hands. If it takes the life of every soldier
under your command, it will be a price worth paying.
General. I said in a horrified voice and OKeefe
glared at me.
No arguments, Mr. Jones. He told me sharply.
You are at attention.
Yes, sir. I said weakly and turned back to face
forward. Maxwell was watching us closely.
Walter, I know this is tough, but these are the orders
of the President of the United States given to me directly by him. OKeefe
said in a gentler voice.
Very well. Maxwell said. I knew I should
have considered something like this when I received orders to follow your lead
in case of an emergency while you were here.
David, come with me. OKeefe ordered and
I followed him out of the room while Maxwell began to give orders to his soldiers.
I could see several Colonels coming forward, one of them French and another
British. The door shut behind us and I was led a little further down the corridor
where OKeefe pulled me into a side corridor.
At ease, young man. He said and I relaxed slightly,
moving my hands behind my back. He Lolita Top Bbs just nodded. The orders I just gave
do not come solely from the President although he issued them. They were the
consensus decision of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Presidents inner
cabinet members who know about you. They all agree that besides your memories
you are Lolita Top Bbs
a very intelligent young man. They see you as being able to look at
the issues we are facing, thanks to the other time traveler, in ways that no
one else we have is able to do. I know you still think one day youll
finish high school and go on to a nice civilian career. You mentioned being
a lawyer a few times. Well, dont get your hopes up. Youve been
caught up in events that will shape this world for years to come, son. I know
you want to let yourself be a kid, but youve been an adult and your country
is calling. Yes, the majority of us who know about you agree that we should
let you finish growing up, but you can bet as soon as you finish high school,
and maybe college, youll be snapped up into full-time government service.
Youre too good on analysis and strategy for us to let you go to waste.
So youre saying Im going to have no choice
about my future. I muttered, not bothering to hide the resentment I was
feeling.
Oh, youll have some choices. He said with
a smile. It might even be part-time, clandestine like now, but you will
be tied to the government for the rest of your life, no matter who the President
is in the oval office. Get your mind wrapped around that. Youre an important
person, and its good you have humility, but there are times when humility
is not a good thing. This is one of those things. I gave Maxwell his orders,
I am now giving you yours. You will evade capture by Soviet forces at all costs.
You will make every attempt to evade and if captured to escape back to friendly
forces. Do you understand these orders?
Yes, sir. I said firmly, holding my tongue in
check from anything more.
Now, what if your lover is captured or threatened with
death if you dont surrender? He asked me and my eyes narrowed
with hate for a moment. How dare he make me say this!
I will continue to attempt evasion or escape, no matter
what the cost, even Brians death. I said miserably and he nodded.
I met his eyes firmly though.
General, when I qualified for nuclear weapon security
they asked me a similar question but with my mother as the example
for me to give the answer they wanted to hear. I said in a firm voice.
Like you, they wanted to hear that I would let a loved one die before
I gave access to something of vital importance to our nation. An officer who
was there when I gave that answer told her about it later. I did not like the
hurt I saw in her then, and I will not like it if I see it Brians eyes.
I understand, son. He said with a small smile
and he put a hand on Lolita Top Bbs my shoulder. Now, lets get you out of those
civilian clothes. Soldier!
The last was shouted to Lolita Top Bbs a young corporal running past us in
the main hallway. The soldier stopped and immediately saluted. The General returned
the salute and looked at the young man sharply.
What are your current orders, son? OKeefe
asked.
I just finished running a message for command.
The corporal said quickly. I was returning for more messages or to wait
till theres more.
Very good, you know who I am? OKeefe asked
and the young man nodded. Get this young man a set of BDUs and
put him in them. Then get him down to the armory and have two side arms issued
to him. When thats done, escort him back up to me and hell give
me one of the side arms.
Sir, isnt he& Lolita Top Bbs
The corporal started
to say, but corporals do not argue with Generals.
MOVE. OKeefe roared and the soldier started
to trot away, not even looking to see if I was following. I started moving a
second later and followed the young man down further into the building. Yeah,
I was fifteen but I was already taller than this guy, nearly 61 until
my next growth spurt.
Apparently the soldier knew where he was going because I followed
him up two floors to a wing that looked like a barracks section. He quickly
entered a room slightly larger than the one I shared with Brian and opened the
closet. Seconds later he was throwing uniform pants and a tunic Lolita Top Bbs in my direction.
He took one look at my feet, asked for my size and when I told him found a pair
of boots in the wardrobe and threw them at me. Lolita Top Bbs Then he went to a dresser and
threw me a t-shirt. The guy stood there silently watching me as I got out of
my clothes and quickly put the uniform on. The pants were a little tight, and
he snorted as I pushed my feet into the boots. They were a little small but
fit well enough for me to wear for a short time. I noticed the name on the tunic
was Davis as I slipped on the brown t-shirt and then the camouflage
top. When I was done he tossed me a cap and told me to follow him.
Ten minutes later we were trotting back into the command building
and I was handing General OKeefe his side arm. Mine was already strapped
to my waist. The soldier had barely blinked when Id checked the weapon
after taking it and pushed in a magazine. The army had not yet switched to the
Beretta so I was very familiar with the Colt .45 that was standard issue when
I was in the Navy. OKeefe just nodded at me and I suddenly understood
why hed ordered this.
There was an axiom about where do you hide a goldfish. The
answer is in a pond full of other goldfish and that was what hed done.
If the building were overrun, Id look just like any other young soldier
and would have a good chance of avoiding capture.
Now I could stand there and worry about Brian while they talked
strategy if the Soviet troops moved into West Berlin.
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