The Bridge Ch. 20 McKelly & Makoo

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty - McKelly & Makoo

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Chapter 20 - McKelly & Makoo

The morning was miserable. It was cold and windy and rainy. Ronnie took Lizzie downtown and hung at the Navy Yard with her. I told her I wanted Ronnie available during the videoconference.

I decided to be presentable for the videoconference, so I showered and put myself together, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt Duane brought home for me from work. It was white with the words "Royce Field Services" in the shape of a badge in blue. Very cop. I figured if I'm going to be doing business, I may as well represent.

Lizzie called me on the video feed in the videoconference room at about ten fifteen. I was ready. I hoped Les was.

"Well, Hannah," Lizzie said over the feed, with Les sitting next to her. "It's your meeting, sister. You've got the floor."

"Okay. Les. How are you? How are the boys?"

"Everyone's great. You know the closer we get to New Years the freakier we get."

"I'll bet. Did Lizzie tell you what we'd be talking about?"

"No ma'am. Ms. Britain just said we were meeting this morning."

"Ms. Britain? What the fuck is that? Lizzie, what the fuck is that?"

"Just trying to keep it professional."

"So, stop wearing crotchless panties. Les, she is Lizzie, I am Hannah and you are Les, until you decide to be called something else. Ms. Britain, my ass. You bitch."

"You're right, boss. Les, I'm so sorry. I guess I let it go to my head. Do me a favor and if you see me heading in that direction, please steer me straight."

"Thank you, ladies, but I'm on pins and needles. Am I getting fired?"

"Fired? What in the world put that in your mind? You are practically Todd Recovery in toto. Quite the contrary, Les, we're going to ask you to join us in a very special way. If you choose not to, it will not affect your employment. As Recovery grows, you will grow with it, regardless. But what we are doing right now is welcoming you into our inner circle. Before you decide, though, you should know the price that is to be paid to join this circle. First, and most important, you will be entrusted with secret information that we expect you to hold in confidence, some for the rest of your life. People could die if the wrong people get some of this data. People could go to prison for a long time. And you know what happens when people die. It's always the wrong people. The thing we do is set that straight."

"Is this a dangerous job and is my family at risk?"

"Great question. To be honest with you, I cannot totally answer that. I'd say no more danger than the average woman living in South Philly. It's not really field work, so you won't be exposed to the risks field agents must face."

"Despite the primitive environs, you might be surprised at how safe my neighborhood is."

"I didn't mean..."

"No, it's fine. We'll get you down there around New Years and introduce you around. I think you would like that. It will give you a whole fresh perspective on South Philly."

"The Christmas Holidays are very important to my family and we always spend them down town in Rittenhouse. I'd love to take one of those days and come down and visit and do a meet and greet. In fact, Les, take notes. I want you to work a day out with either Lizzie or me for us to come down to Second Street at Christmas time, maybe even Christmas Day. See about renting a bus or two and a nice big box truck. We've started a new tradition where our family brings gifts for the kids at CHOP over the holidays. My kids love doing it and I would love to get a bus load or two of kids from the Second Street area to do the same. Then when we bring them home, we'll give them gifts. That ought to do that. Lizzie, what am I missing?"

"Everything. We still haven't told Leslie anything about what we are doing here."

"I'm so sorry, Les. Lots on my plate. Lots of distractions."

"Please don't apologize. It has to be hard to run so many companies."

"Thanks for that Les. You will find the longer you work for me, the more you will learn that what I need more than anything is forgiveness."

"I'm a Neumann-Goretti girl, Hannah. That's first grade stuff for me."

"Catholic school girl?"

"K to twelve."

"Hmmm. I'm wondering if you'll be able to tolerate how we may bend the rules occasionally. Tell me about your job."

"It's really interesting. I don't think I've ever done anything so important. Recovering girls kidnapped and taken away, mostly abroad, is so satisfying. We're up to forty-seven girls recovered."

"Very impressive. Do you know what the field operatives do out there to retrieve our lost girls?"

"I have a vague idea. I do a lot of the research to find them, and when we've got them, I do most of the paperwork to get them home. It's very taxing, but it's extremely satisfying. I have never loved a job more."

"The job we are proposing can be even more satisfying. It involves assisting a special team of operators who open doors for both Todd Recovery and Todd Acquisitions. My team is all former military. Lizzie, bring Ronnie in."

She went to the door to get Ronnie, and I called Duane over. When we were all together, I brought the focus back to Les. "Les, when it comes to trafficked girls, we don't just go after the girls. We go after the traffickers. That's what Acquisitions will do once it's fully up and running. Certain employees of RFS are members of this crew. We have done several missions together and have rescued many girls and women. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

"It sounds terrific. I want in."

"Well, Leslie McKelly, every coin has two sides, and this one is no different. We have saved many, but we've also killed a few. Maybe a couple that law enforcement doesn't know about. Maybe a few that law enforcement knows about but just ain't sayin'. Our operators often find themselves in a dark place but, so far, have always come home to the light. Do you know where the leads come from that get a case started at Recovery?"

"I'm not absolutely sure, but I think it was a stash recovered from human traffickers."

"Close. Here is where we welcome you to the inner circle. What do you know about Peace Dunbar?"

"Scumbag."

"You wouldn't think that if not for me. How did you feel about him before the grand revelation?"

"He was a favorite. My husband followed him when he played with the Birds. Dunbar did a lot of charitable work too. That man fooled a lot of people."

"He sure did. And did a great job of hiding his real life, and his true self. That piece of shit fooled my Holly and led her astray. He practically destroyed her. He was the fucking devil, Les. There was no escape from him. He was coming for my businesses and for my family. What would you do if you were in my shoes?"

"Forgive me, boss, and forgive me Lord, but I'd fuckin' kill him."

"And that's exactly what I did. I blew the motherfucker up. It took three days to identify what was left of him."

"Good for you. I guess there is no need to say that you are not to be fucked with."

"You don't know the half of it." Lizzie said.

"What I have just told you could get me a substantial prison sentence if it were to be known. And, trust me, there are those out there who could do much with this. Welcome to the club. In the next couple of weeks, we'll bring you up to Romansville and we'll do an indoctrination with some of the guys. We'll hold on to you for two or three days."

Lizzie shook her head and spoke up. "Another chick up at the house. She must really like you, Les. Either that or she wants to get something rolling really quickly."

"The latter, Lizzie. Les, my latest mission has to do with saving a friend from a foul man who wants to enslave her. I want to bring you into the team sooner rather than later. This guy is a successful trafficker and beyond. I don't want to tug on your heartstrings to get you to say yes, but for the past ten years, he has been impregnating women and selling their babies."

"I-I-I cant bel..."

"True." Duane said. He is a psychopath and sociopath and has no feelings of empathy for anyone. Not even his own children. He has no place in society and he should be dead. But that's just my opinion."

"Did you have anything to do with the death of Peace Dunbar? Every one of us but Duane chuckled.

"Duane called out sick that day," Ronnie said. Everyone cracked up. Even Les."

"So, Les?" I asked. "You in?"

"Definitely. I'm in it to win it. Tell me what you need from me."

"The first thing I need you to do is to tell me that this new job is too much work for the salary you are getting and that you'd like a nice raise."

"H-H-Hannah, could we talk about a raise for me new position?"

"Absolutely. What are you making now?"

"I'm currently making Eighty-Five Thousand a year. More than I've ever made."

"Bullshit. No more. Lizzie, get that changed. Les is making One Fifty for now. We'll see where bonuses could take that. Satisfactory, Les?"

"Bless you, Hannah. My husband's gonna freak."

"My advice is that you don't tell him and bank the difference. I could arrange for the accountants to have the money taken from your check and the amount you receive at home would be whatever you choose. That's what I'd do. In a couple of years, just think about the nice nest egg you'll be able to present to your family. Imagine being able to say that it's covered when he asks how you will be able to pay for college or trade school. Be wise, Les. Take it from a rich person. This is how we get rich and stay that way."

"Thanks, Hannah. It's nice to have rich friends."

"Well, you've got 'em now. Les, I want you to go back to your normal routine and you'll know when you are being called upon. I will see you next week or the week after up here. Thanks for joining the team."

"I'm over the moon, Hannah. I can't wait to tell my husband."

"Don't go crazy. Give yourself a title of some sort, but like I said, keep it low key. If he wants to know what you are doing, tell him the same thing, our core mission, just that you will have a more supervisory role. Good?"

"Perfect. Between us girls, as long as it makes him happy and gets me laid, I'm all good with that."

"Just remember who's supposed to be on top, sister."

"Believe it. Thanks again, boss."

"Ronnie, I want you to spend some time with Les and answer any of her questions about our crew and what we do. And, Ronnie, we're not holding back."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright ladies, I've got twins to tend to. Go forth and find me more lost waifs."

I wanted to talk to Rhee this morning but she must have been reading my mind. My supercell buzzed in and it was her.

"Rhee. You were reading my mind."

"It's what I do. Hannah, service at the speed of light for you today. The Soul Riders are on their way. They're tagged and I've got a car following them down the Turnpike. They're heading for Reading to a confirmed address for a confrontation. I'll give it a couple more hours. I don't want to spook anyone too soon. But my people are ready on my say so to go in and loot the locker. That will probably happen this afternoon into the evening. Are you in your video conference room?"

"I am."

"Open up your system and let's get synced up, I want you on the feeds. Are you good with that?"

"Duane and Holly are better with that stuff, but I'll take my best shot and Duane is here. You may lose one of us to the twins."

"How are the tiny two? Healthy, I hope."

"Quite, thank you. Especially in the appetite department."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, my tits are killing me. My little man just doesn't want to give up the breast."

"I cannot imagine. The things we women are called to do. And you, you're doing double duty."

"Yeah, but when you look at those faces, it's all worth it. But I can't wait till they are both on solid food."

"Are you synced up, Hannah?"

"Yes, I'm just lighting up."

What comes up is a big screen split into four. One window is a camera from a car following a group of motorcycles. One window was the Storage room, which showed that nothing was happening, but plenty to get. The third screen was not as clear as the others but was fed in from a Wasp Drone that had found its way into the house where Makoo is hiding out. This screen is the only one that had the audio on and the place was bumping. They were partying up a storm. In the middle of it all was Makoo sitting back on a comfy chair, getting his dick sucked. Talk about ill prepared for what's coming. My fourth screen was blank but would be filled when the car trailing the bikers arrives on the scene. They will release a pigeon drone and take off a safe distance and control it from there so we can observe the battle.

Duane hung out in the videoconference room and I spent most of the afternoon tending to the twins. When my big ones got home, they woke me out of a dead sleep I had fallen into on the Lounge chair in the babies' room. As soon as they woke me, the twins were up and calling for supper. So I sent Georgie downstairs with Domingo to throw the ball around, and the girls watched as I breast fed Duane, Jr. and Duane gave the Diva a bottle. They've seen it before but they never hesitated to see it again.

"Mommy?" Georgia asked. "When am I gonna get boobies?"

"Not for a while, my sweet. Enjoy being a kid for now. Womanhood will come up and snatch you up before you know it."

Duane burped Dina and laid her down for her nap. He warmed up a bottle for me, which I tried to pursued Duanee to take. He was not having it. What can I say? He's a breast man. I'm already pitying the many girlfriends I imagine him having. When my little boy had finally had enough, I put him down, and we all went downstairs.

The nurse was here standing guard, and I really liked her - one nurse to the other. She was competent, capable, and very loving. Note to self: Discuss with Duane about keeping Becca on permanently. Of course she'll do it, because I will give her a great benefits package and pay her a ridiculous amount of money. And, of course, she gets to work for me. That's a big perk in itself.

I wanted to talk to members of my hit squad to let them in on the operation that Rhee pretty much has taken over. I don't want to put my people in harm's way if I do not have to, but I want them to know what's going on and I want their feedback. To not hold this meeting would be counterproductive. In this vein, Duane brought in a couple of people from RFS to monitor things around the house and with the kids until my best people could get back on the job. And then I became the bug that lived up Les McKelly's ass.

"Call Les McKelly."

"McKelly."

"Les, it's Hannah."

"Yeah, boss. How can I help?"

"How much of an inconvenience would it be to snatch you up from work right now and keep you for the night?"

"Well, I will have to miss taking the kids to banjo practice."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I..."

"Please. Have you ever been to banjo practice? I'll make a phone call. It's taken care of. Do you want to stop at my place so I can get some clothes?"

"No, we'll have something for you to wear."

"Undies?"

"Please, if I don't have fifty pair of never worn undies, I don't have a pair. And if you don't want to wear the same bra two days in a row, say fuck it and go braless. Up here it's almost mandatory, right Liz?"

Don't you know, Lizzie lifts up her sweatshirt and there are her tits, with no visible means of support."

Les's mouth shot open when Lizzie did that, but I just laughed and laughed.

"I want you bitches here in an hour. Ronnie, can you make that happen?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright. Move your asses. Nothing happens until you get here. Lizzie, let me know when you are about ten minutes out."

"Hannah."

"Yes, Lizzie."

"You make me wet when you are so commanding. Can we... ya know?"

"Fifty-nine minutes, Lizzie."

The feed immediately shut down. Duane was in the midst of rallying the troops. We would all meet in the Greenhouse in half an hour and start by talking about the new member of our troop. When we really want to talk about what's nobody's business, we do it in the Greenhouse. No listening devices and no cameras, and swept for transmitting devices twenty-four/seven. What's said here stays here.

Once all the boys and Caroline were together, I let them know what is coming. Herman was in the city attending to RFS business, so he was on a secure audio feed, and Ronnie was on his way with the ladies.

"Before we talk about the mission we are involved in, I want to let you know we are welcoming a new member to the team. I think we have the most well-rounded team of agents and operators in the business. But there is an element I think we are missing. Do any of you know Les McKelly from Recovery?"

Three of the guys raised their hands, and Avi said, "I like her."

"And what do you like about her, Av?"

"For one thing, it will be nice not to be the only Jewish person on the squad."

"Oh? Holly is Jewish?"

"Different. Holly is one of the bosses, but she is definitely not one of the squad."

"You are very right."

"I don't know where you're getting your information, but Leslie McKelly. Don't get more Irish than her. And she's a Catholic school girl. She said so herself."

"Wait till she gets here and ask. I think you'll get a kick out of her answer. Or maybe not. As far as I'm concerned, I have a personal opinion and I think she would be a great fit."

"Does anyone else have an opinion or a concern regarding McKelly?"

Domingo said that they had only really met on official Recovery business, but he thought she was nice enough and seemed very confident and capable. Then Danny, always our odd man out, spoke up.

"If you want the cop's perspective, I think she can charm the shine off a newly polished pair of shoes. For me, working with her and one of the Recovery agents, I get a lot of satisfaction from the pride she takes in every recovery. It's as if each one is a personal triumph for her. I like that. I like it a lot."

"Good, you are only supporting my gut feelings that she is the one to fill the hole. Does anyone have any objections to us bringing her in? It's never really done till you all say it is. If anyone's out, we all are."

Nobody said a word. Duane looked around the Greenhouse, stopping to look at each of our guys in the face. "Show of hands. Who thinks McKelly is in?"

Without hesitation, every hand went up. People were shaking their heads, yes.

"Okay then. I don't think everyone is going to be involved in this mission, but I want everyone to know about it. We may have to all pull together at some point if things go wrong."

I could see the car pulling up the driveway. In a few minutes, Ronnie, Lizzie and Les came down the hill to the Greenhouse. Les was very impressed. Her eyes were popping out, especially when she saw our hydroponics. And she looked around at the very formidable men around her and the tall, imposing woman. She must have been thinking 'What have I gotten myself into?

"Les, welcome to our very special place. It is where we discuss things that nobody else can hear. Look around you. These are the people you will be working with from now on. They are the very best at what they do. It's been proven time and again. They are my personal Delta Force. We find the missions and they complete them. So far, we've never lost an operative and we've never failed to complete a mission. If we've got you in our sights, your ass is grass, if you'll pardon my language."

Her gaze at me never wavered. She nodded her head a lot. Les was taking it all in and she got it. The girl understands. I'm thinking I made the right decision.

"I don't understand where I fit in?"

"Les, where did you grow up?"

"South Philly and proud of it."

"Exactly. That's just what we need. Ours is a Delaware Valley company and everything we do seems to radiate from there, with Philly being its epicenter. We need someone whose finger is on the pulse and who can find a way in or out of things when chaos is raining down. Each of my operators fits that description in their own unique way, and a whole lot more. Do you think you can keep up with the likes of them?"

"I don't know, but I'll certainly try my best."

"We know you will, Leah." Avi said.

"Leah?" I asked.

"My Hebrew name."

"Hebrew name. Since when do Irish people have Hebrew names? Is this a tribe I'm not familiar with? The Celtic Jews? I've been all through the Eastern European thing with Holly"

"No. My full name is Leslie Sarah Hymovitz McKelly."

"Ahhhh. Hey, if you were four inches taller, I could marry you."

Everybody cracked up. But there was serious business at hand and I was ready to conduct it.

"Alright, as we sit here, there is an operation going on regarding my friends the Tuttlehills. They just became the richest kids on the block, and if my instincts serve me well, they will become even richer in the not-too-distant future. But only if a nasty fucker named Clyde Makoo is stopped. He has possessed my friends and has already started to bleed them dry. This Makoo prick has knocked up my friend and no matter what we do now, will be the father of her child. That's a whole other issue I'll have to deal with, but first the matter at hand."

"Can I take it from here, Hannah. I want to take the friendship aspect out of this and keep it like any other job we do. It's about mission and getting it done."

"You've got the floor, Mr. Royce."

"Thank you, Mrs. Royce."

"Hmmmm. Only in my dreams, darling."

"Alright. The primary target of the operation is this Clyde Makoo, the man Hannah's friends call Master Malcolm. And trust me, he's got plenty of aliases. Hannah and I have put together a package going to each of your supercells. Except yours Les. First, we have to upgrade your phone. As usual, it is for your eyes only. The packages include pictures and bios, as well as information we have on the locations suspect is known to frequent or may be located at the moment. Also included is information of the Soul Riders, a Pittsburgh motorcycle gang. Right now, Makoo is hunkered down in a house in Reading, and the Soul Riders are coming after him."

"Tell them the back story, Duane."

"Right, Hannah, I should. Our real mission is the contents of a storage locker that Rhee Spanner's people will be breaking into. It belongs to this Makoo character. This is all about a distraction being created to give our people the time to get in, collect what we can, and get out. Nobody is better at this than Ms. Spanner. I expect a lot of what we collect will go right to Recovery, Les. How it gets into the system is going to be a lot about you."

"I think I understand."

"Excellent. The Soul Riders are coming to town. Who wants to know why?"

All hands went up.

"About three years ago, this prick Makoo found himself in Pittsburgh, and as he does, he was cattin' around. Being partial to redheads, he hit on Becky Gaffney, a tiny little thing who loved her biker boyfriend but was tiring of the biker lifestyle. He treated her like a princess, and she thought it was the real thing. Well, he just brought her back here to Southeastern Pennsylvania and turned her out as one of his girls. When Quay Wilkes heard his girlfriend had run off with some pimp, he went nuts. He was the club's chief enforcer and threatened to beat anyone to death if they were withholding information about her abduction. He is said to have been in a particularly foul mood for close to a year after she left. Today, for the first time in three years, he knows where Becky is and who took her and where he is, too."

"So why don't we just let these people tear each other up like we did with Dunbar and the Greens?"

"That's pretty much what we're doing under the watchful eye of Rhee's people. We'll have their feeds up when we get upstairs. My understanding is that the bikers have been given the address of Makoo's breaker house, not the residence where he is."

"Breaker house?" Les asked.

"Welcome to the hit squad, Les," Anthony said. "A breaker house is where they take the girls to beat and rape them until they become compliant. When they walk out of a breaker house, they won't say no to anything their masters ask of them. To see them before and after would make you cry."

"I cry every day at my job, either sad tears or tears of joy. But then I put my big girl panties on and sally forth."

"One of my favorite gals, Les. I shed a few tears for the cause on occasion myself."

"So," Duane said. "The bikers are going to attack the breaker house. Then our people are going to contact Makoo to let him know what's coming. I really don't need him dead right now, just distracted. And when he hears he better get moving, because someone at the breaker house is gonna tell Quay Wilkes where he can find Makoo. I've read Wilkes' bio. Someone will definitely tell him, if there are any survivors. If there aren't we are prepared to call him ourselves."

"And all these machinations are for what?" Avi asked.

"It's all about distraction, Av. I don't necessarily want him dead just yet. We can never let go of the fact that there is a very human end to this whole thing and there are people we care about in trouble. The first thing we don't want to do is make it worse."

Then I took a turn... down a windy road.

"If any of you have any connections in the Dominance and submission world let me know. We've got to find a new master for my friend and pronto." I looked over at my lover and handed the ball to him.

"Okay. Duane, assignments."

"Right Han. I want Triple-A on this. Whatever is happening is going to happen, or at least begin in the Reading area. So, I'm gonna want you three out there ASAP. Caroline, go with them. Ride with Avi. I want the SEALs together on this one. Avi, I want you to find yourself in the general vicinity of the address we have for the breaker house. Expect Rhee's people to be there and I want both cars synced with her network so you will have her comm-link in your ear, and you'll be able to see what's happening from the sky on your car monitors."

"So, what then?" Anthony asked.

"We do not engage. Not unless I give the word, and I don't expect to give it. Anthony, you and Alec will stay in the vicinity of the home address. The two houses are not that far from each other. Maybe six blocks. So, I expect you'll bump into each other and Rhee's guys a time or two. Dash cams and body cams all around. Caroline, dress sexy but not too sexy."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Escort, not hooker." Les said. Everybody cracked up.

"I might want to put her out on the street and I just may want her to outshine the rest."

"She can do that in a burlap sack," Ronnie said. Caroline smiled and blew him a kiss. Les gave her a look and raised an eyebrow.

"Domingo and Ronnie, I want you available tonight, if need be, so hang around the house, maybe join us in the office."

"Can I see the babies?" Domingo called out. Dear Domingo.

"Of course, Domingo," I said, "All of her uncles should have time with them."

Then my supercell rang in. "Hannah Todd."

"Hannah, it's Rhee. My people have the Soul Riders on the Turnpike around Harrisburg/ Hershey. If you are going to do something, do it soon. My people will go on my signal."

"Nah, perfect. I'm sending a couple of cars out, but they will come up on your network when they hit the road so we don't surprise each other. We'll just cruise the area looking like anyone else in our blue '49 Corolla and a peach colored '45 Impala. Unless your people are in distress, we will keep our noses out of it. If you need, though, don't hesitate to call on us. My people are good."

"So I've seen. Let me go. I've got to be ready to pull the trigger on the locker. Tick Tock, Hannah."

"Bye Rhee."

"Alright Triple-A, get your asses on the road and brief each other over the link. I'll be up on the link network or you can call the central line if you need to reach us. Duane and I plan to be there till the mission is done. Everybody else just go about your business, but be mindful of what is happening, and do your job. Everyone be safe."

"Hoo-rah!" the gang called out.

Domingo was hanging around, so I took his hand and encouraged him to walk with me up to the house. We talked about our boys and how well Georgie is doing at pitch and catch. He is like another babysitter for George, and the two have grown quite attached. I could never fire Domingo, it would be like firing my brother. He had a grip that was both incredibly firm, but soft to the touch. I've seen him being very fierce, but also, I've seen his softer side. His wife is very lucky. I can tell by their son, who is a frequent visitor at the house. He does a little work in our garden at harvest time and sometimes comes over to throw the ball with Georgie. He's a kind and loving boy, and strong as an ox for a boy his age.

When we got to the second floor, Domingo cleared his throat as we passed the nursery. I told Duane to get the video conference room set up and make sure Les and Lizzie have nice comfy seats. "Take notes, Les. There's a bunch of legal pads in the desk." And I walked Domingo in.

When we entered the nursery, he walked very gently so as not to wake them. The nurse was sitting there, reading, and she giggled when she saw the way this giant man was walking into the nursery. Domingo greeted her, quietly, then turned to the children. Then he looked back at me and smiled. Then he turned his attention back to the twins. He bent down and took a big whiff of baby. You can always tell an adult who loves babies when they want to smell them. He lifted up and looked at me and smiled. "You do good work, boss."

"You are a funny man, Uncle Domingo. Come on, we've got work to do. If they wake up here you can come in with me and help me change them."

"Really?"

"Sure. I know a baby addict when I see one. And I'm always happy to feed that addiction for a friend."

"And a wonderful friend you are, Hannah Todd."

When we got to the videoconference room, Duane, Lizzie, and Les were all watching the screens to try to figure out what was happening. We had the comm-link on speaker and taking our guidance from them to understand what we were seeing on maps and video feeds. Mostly from Dash cams and bodycams. Rhee was manipulating the screens to give us the best views of the moment.

"Hannah, are you on board?"

"Yes, Rhee. What's the word right now?"

"Just passing Lancaster. It's gonna be soon."

"Have you notified them yet?"

"Oh hell no. They are not going to know till the last minute. When the bikers hit the breaker house they will be scrambling, but the guns will be out and people will die. By the time Wilkes finds out where to find Clyde he will have hightailed it. That's when we reevaluate the direction we are going in. I won't tell Wilkes directly unless I have to."

"Boss, it's Taylor, on their six. They're off the turnpike and just starting to head up 222. But it looks like they are looking to stop somewhere. Gut tells me that. We're sending up a drone and we'll keep an eye on where they're going. Stay tuned."

"Calm before the storm." I said to Les. She nodded her head but did not take her eyes off the screens. I was pretty affixed myself. But I was also watching Leslie. She really has taken to this and as she does, my comfort level with her is growing. I had no idea how much that would be. But most of all, she is fitting in. Domingo is crazy about her. That's good enough for me.

As we watched, Les and Liz and I kept looking at each other as well as the monitors. I think we thought the feed from Makoo's house was disgusting, but funny. The sex was raw, definitely male driven and male dominated. The men were black, and the women were mostly white, Chicano and Asian. I'm long past blushing. The wasp drone mostly sat hidden to preserve its batteries. The operator took it for a turn around the premises and just about everywhere it went; it was sex and drugs. And some of the girls looked very young. And there were plenty of guns around. I have a feeling someone's going to be using some of them real soon.

"Rhee."

"Hannah?"

"Do we have a plan to extricate Becky Gaffney?"

"I wondered when you would ask. We've got her identified as a four foot, nine inch tall redhead, about ninety pounds, freckles and a Soul Riders tattoo along her lower back. Oh, and the tattoo on her left breast is the name Quay, but the Q is buried in a spade. You mean that Becky Gaffney?"

"So, what's the plan?"

"Plan A is that all the men will jump ship and just leave the girls behind and we will go in and clean up. We'll do the whole rescue thing. But we'll take Becky with us. My problem is, Hannah, I don't know what to do with her once we've got her. Do you want to give her back to the Soul Riders?"

"Hell, No! Leave her to me. Once you've got her in your hands, either give her to my people or have her brought to me here. Caroline, are you on the link?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"She's yours. If there is a handoff of the Gaffney woman, I want it to be to you. Understood."

"Fully, ma'am."

"Rhee, who is in charge of the extraction?"

"Dexter and Shonda. Nobody's better. They'll be in and out in a flash. Most importantly, before the cops get there. Right, Shon?"

"You bet, boss lady."

"Shonda, are you hooked up with Caroline? Hannah wants you to do a handoff once you've got the package."

"Done. We did a visual handshake in the neighborhood. We're good. Caroline, we'll do the handoff at the old school. The ones they turned into apartments. The lot is usually empty, and it's an easy in and out."

"I think we've driven by it five times; the parking lot is like empty. Those apartments are for people on the Basic Housing and Subsistence Program, so virtually none of them have cars."

"Excellent, Caroline. We'll see you there. Just follow our lead."

"Right behind you, sister."

Rhee jumped back onto the link. We were getting close.

"Taylor, where are you now?"

"They got off 222 onto Lancaster Pike and we launched the drone. It looks like they are heading into Shillington, but I'm not sure where, yet. But I think I know why. Certainly, they are looking to arm up. They'll draw their long guns and shotguns from the van they are traveling with so they can get right in there and wipe out Makoo and his people. The Riders still haven't stopped. I'll let the network know of any changes. I have driven past their position, so I am cutting off any contact with them other than operating the drone. Is there anyone in the neighborhood who can pick up where I'm leaving off?"

"Craig?" Rhee asked.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm about five, now closer to four miles behind Tay's position. I have the tracker on Wilkes's bike, so I'm gonna pull over and wait for them to get moving. Ah, I just got the video feed up from Taylor and Teddy's drone."

"Excellent work, Craig. You'll know when it's time to get moving. Taylor, when your drone is no longer being effective, I want you to double back and try to follow in behind Craig. Is that doable?"

"Done."

I was feeling like I should say something to identify that this is the moment when the mission takes place.

"Alright everybody, it's time to be on guard. It's game time. You are all the best and from you, the best will be expected. God Speed."

"Thank you, Hannah. When those bikes take off, it's time for me to make a phone call. Watch how quickly things get crazy. Extraction team, are you in place and ready?"

"We can be at the front door in fifteen seconds in and out in less than two minutes."

"Good. We estimate between five and ten minutes before the police arrive."

"With any luck, by the time the cops arrive, we will have made the exchange and Caroline will be on her way home with the package."

Rhee came up again to ask for total discipline on the comm-link and you could hear a pin drop. Not until Taylor came up on the link and said, "The bikes are on the move. I'll follow them with the drone as long as I can, but they will leave it in the dust once they get going. You in position, Craig?"

"I am."

"Get going, Craig." Rhee said. "I want you to have eyes, but they needn't be too close. If you stay far enough back, they won't be able to pick you out of any other car. We good?"

"Solid as a rock."

"Okay, it's all you, Craig. But first it's time for a call. Are you on the link, Delmont?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Tech, set your line up so it won't be traceable, and your voice will be slightly modified so that it won't be recognizable. You have studied the person you are supposed to be?"

"Fully. I'm solid on who I am and who I am supposed to contact."

"And how do you know him?"

"We were in stir for a time."

"Love it. Make the call."

He called the breaker house and asked for Malik Foster.

"Who dis?"

"Jabari Booker."

The line got quiet. Fifteen seconds, thirty seconds, forty-five seconds..."

"Dis Malik, who dis?"

"Malik, it's Jabari, Jabari Booker. Big trouble coming. Quay Wilkes is in town, and he's looking for Master Malcolm."

"What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?"

"He's ridin' into town; says he wants his woman back."

"Sorry, but Malcolm don't give no refunds."

We could hear them laughed it up in the background.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Jabari. We did a nickel up in Allenwood back in the day. Serious, Malik. This guy is really pissed and if you get between him and what he wants, well, may the Lord have mercy on your soul."

And he hung up. We waited. Lucky us that one of Rhee's drones found a hiding place not ten feet from Malcolm at his home, where he was still getting his dick sucked. We couldn't see it from where the drone was, but we could hear everything. Down to the girl slurping on his cock. And we remained quiet hoping Malik would make the next move. We did that for over a minute when Makoo's supercell rang in.

"Yes. Slow down, Malik. Just tell me what the fuck is going on."

We couldn't pick up what was being said at the other end, but it didn't matter. We knew what we had to know.

"Locker crew, are you ready to go?" Rhee called out.

"In our locker and ready. "

"Standby, we're almost there." Then back to Malcolm's place.

"And you know this guy from prison?"

"Yeah, we were bros."

"Have you seen or heard any bikes?"

"I haven't seen them yet."

And then, about a block and a half away, where Avi and Caroline were parked, you could hear the faint rumble of motorcycles. A bunch of them, no doubt. We heard them over the link as they rumbled by. We all looked at each other. Then we looked at the monitor and Makoo and his henchmen were running around like chickens without heads. They were digging guns out of closets and some even donned body armor. The girls were either running around or huddled together in a corner somewhere.

"Locker team, Go!" Rhee called into the feed.

The screen that had shown the dash cam following the bikers was replaced by a video of what was happening at the breaker house. Avi had placed an observation drone across the street from the target house so we could watch everything from the outside. He also had a bumblebee drone poised for action once a couple of windows are shot out, in case we want to check out what was going on in the inside.

The bikers drove down the street nice and slow. They parked their bikes on the sidewalks and up and down the street. All the Riders pulled out their weapons, walked up to the front of the house and did not knock. There was no need to.

The first shot came from within. Then all hell rained down on the house. One of the bikers stuck a shotgun on the door handle and blew it off. Then he kicked it open. There was a shot here and a shot there, but then it all got quiet. We waited. Duane looked at all of us in the room and said one word. "Patience." It's good that he did because it took a full minute for Makoo's supercell to ring.

"What, Malik. What the fuck do you want?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Harry Malcolm, not Clyde something." Again silence.

"I don't know any Becky Gaffney."

From somewhere behind him and out of the blue, this tiny little voice said, "I'm Becky Gaffney."

After just enough time for Quay Wilkes to count to five, Avi reported that a single shot rang out. Wilkes has his own way of extracting information. Apparently, it's very effective, because in just a couple minutes they were outta here. Avi and Caroline went to the drop point where they would wait for Rhee's people to drop the girl. We knew for certain she was there. She confirmed it herself.

A couple of bikers cuffed and threw two of Makoo's men they took from the breaker house into the cargo van that also carried their arsenal. They left the girls to fend for themselves. The cops would just have to take care of them. With Avi driving, Caroline sat shotgun, coincidentally, with a shotgun on her lap. My people left not a minute before the cops came. And the gang's cargo van was tagged, so where it was goin', we was knowin'.

As we were watching the scrambling on the inside, the invisible drone, way up in the sky, spotted the action outside and the rats were fleeing. The girls were all screaming their heads off. It looked like Makoo and three of his men were running out the back and Rhee had her operator focus on where they were going. And they were running for their lives. When they got about two blocks away, we could hear the bikes pulling up to Makoo's home. And the shooting started. You see, we had our agents flatten at least one tire in each of their vehicles. And we knew just whose car was whose. As soon as the bikers arrived, it was guns a blazing. But Makoo was gone.

The gunfight went on inside and out until Quay Wilkes saw Becky Gaffney across the room and held his hand out to her. She ran to him, but before she could get there, a shot rang out and Wilkes fell to the floor, dead. Becky fell on him and embraced and cried and cried. With Quay dead, the Soul Riders didn't think they had a reason to hang around, collected their dead and wounded, and just left. When Hanger Stake, one of the Soul Riders, held a hand out to her she just told him to go. Reluctantly, he did.

Not a minute after the bikes were gone, a black Chevy pulled up to the front door. A muscular woman ran out of the passenger seat and ran straight into the building. In a minute more she came out carrying a tiny little redhead covered in blood and threw her in the back seat and jumped in with her. And off the car shot. The whole thing took maybe two minutes.

A minute or two later, they were at the school with my people, making the exchange. Alec jumped in to just act as an extra set of hands, if need be, and Anthony went solo, trailing behind Avi and Caroline.

The locker team did great. They didn't get everything, but there was less than we expected and we got about seventy-five percent of it. Some distraction, eh? Rhee said her people are working tirelessly through the night to copy everything for us and she expects to have it to us in the morning by 'very special' delivery.

"Very special delivery. What does that even mean?" Les asked.

"I guess we'll just have to see. With Rhee Spanner, you just never know. But we still have business tonight. Call Avi."

"Yeah, boss?"

"What's your status?"

"About a half hour from Bridge House."

"Excellent. I have spoken to Mr. Schaeffer, and he is ready to receive. He has a unit away from the other girls for now. I will be there tomorrow to give her a thorough checkup. At some point tonight, my psychiatrist will be showing up to evaluate her. She's an M. D. so she can take care of any number of problems. She'll probably get a chart started. And, Av?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Tell the resident nurse I said to put her on a sodium drip overnight. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell she is dehydrated and malnourished. Give her something light to eat too if she'll take it. Don't let her eat too much. They probably have been feeding her table scraps."

"Will do, boss lady. I'll call with status when I get there."

"I'll make sure I'm available till then. Drive safely, Av. How's our patient, Car?"

"She's struggling, but she'll make it. She's covered in blood, but none of it is hers."

"I'm counting on her making it. Hear from you soon."

That was when Duane bailed and left us three girls alone. He checked on the kids and then he was going to bed. I gave him a kiss that would knock most men's socks off and off he dragged himself. Les watched in admiration the entire time.

"You run one tight ship here, Hannah Todd. It's a joy to be a part of your team."

"Well, Leslie McKelly, welcome to your first mission. Lizzie, when the mission is successfully completed what do we do?"

"We drink wine."

"What will it be, Les, Red or White?"

"It's night so red. Night wine."

"Liz, go pick out something special and meet us in the sunroom."

While Lizzie ran down real quick, I shut down the feeds and made the link to my supercell, so I would be available if Caroline and Ronnie called. But before we left the video conference room, Les grabbed me by the arm. I turned, and she had a look I have seen before. But not on her. It's the look one lesbian gives another when she is about to offer herself up. When she's gonna attempt that first kiss. And that's just what she did.

"Hannah, I'm no lesbian, but I am finding myself very attracted to you. I don't know if it's your good looks or just your strength or the fact that you rule the world as we know it. "

"And?"

"Can I kiss you, Hannah?"

"Sure. Put one right there." And I pointed to my lips.

She slowly and cautiously approached me and gave me this harmless, sexless peck on the lips. I smiled anyway. And then she shocked the shit out of me.

"Fuck this!" she said, and wrapped her arms around me, planted her lips on mine and shoved her tongue down my throat. I really liked it and returned the kiss in kind.

"Oh, Hannah, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. Please don't fire me."

"No, I don't want to fire you. I want to fuck you. And you are staying over tonight, so that will be easy."

"Oh Hannah, do you think?"

"I moved just close enough to her to plunge my hand down her pants to prove me right in my speculation regarding her state of arousal. As I expected, her pussy was moist. Not wet yet, but looking like it's heading in that direction."

"You know, Les, in this house we know what to do about a wet pussy. But, like I said, don't tell Lizzie. I want you for myself for now. Can you handle it?"

"Oh, I can handle that. I just don't know if I can handle the wait."

"That a girl. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"I don't doubt that for a minute."

We left the office and headed downstairs. Lizzie was heading up from the wine cellar with two bottles. One red and one white. She put the bottle of white in the fridge, uncorked the red, and we adjourned to the sunroom, each carrying a glass.

We talked a lot about today's job and got Les's full spin on things. Her point of view differs from ours, and it really gives us added strength and a fresh perspective as we move forward. Note to self: Pat on the back for hiring Leslie McKelly.

Lizzie was nodding off as Les and I were engaged in a deep conversation about the men in our lives. Something Liz couldn't care less about. So, she excused herself and went to bed. Now I was alone with Les, and I'm feelin' about ready to make a move.

"Les, I'm sorry, but you sound so unhappy with certain aspects of your life. What can I do to make you smile more?"

"That's very sweet of you, Hannah, but after seventeen years of marriage and your typical mom-bod, there's just not much fire left."

"No fire?"

"You know, down below."

"Well, girl, you gotta stoke that fire. It ain't gonna just burn on its own. And it ain't gonna light itself."

"You're right, and I've tried. But he's your typical dumb old Irishman, who hangs with the Mummers, watches the toob, and drinks beer."

"And watches the kids, and takes them to banjo practice, and supports the family and most of all he loves you. I can tell. I saw it on Christmas. He's a keeper. He just needs a little work."

"Yeah, like Urban Renewal grade work."

"You're funny. Listen, the first thing I'm going to do is take you upstairs and fuck you blind, deaf and dumb. Then you're gonna get a good night's sleep, work with me in the morning, go home in the afternoon, take care of the boys and get them into bed. Then you will feed hubby separately from the boys. You will wear your sexiest outfit. Show lots of tit."

"I don't have lots of tit."

"Make do. You've had two kids, they'll do. They are adorable."

I could see she was getting worked up so I made a recommendation I thought would make her feel more at ease. "Les, let's jump in the hot tub for a half hour and hit the bed. I'm sure it will make you more comfortable."

We went up, kicked Duane out of my room, and stripped down, and got into the tub sitting opposite each other and chatted. As we did, the bubbles just kind of took us away. And so did the wine. I was floating away. Literally.

I floated myself over to the middle of the tub and pulled Leslie to me. I wrapped myself around her and gave her a big hug and then a great big kiss. And she gave it right back. We rubbed our pussies together and kissed for another twenty minutes until I just said, "Fuck this. To the bed."

We jumped out of the tub, dried each other off, wrapped our hair in towels and jumped on the bed. Me on top of her, hugging and kissing and feeling each other up. And the more we did that, the wetter her vagina got. So, once she appeared to be at a total frustration point, I crawled down and attacked her pussy. She either liked it or she just enjoys moaning and writhing on the bed. Then when she was howling, I made my move and plunged two fingers up her twat, and she came and came and came. She didn't stop for a minute and a half. I just sat there and watched her.

"So, Les, how was that?"

"My God, I think I'm a lesbian."

"I don't think so, but I'm giving you that homework. Do what I tell you and screw him silly, and then see how you feel."

"Wow. I don't know if I'd be able to handle a good screwin' after that."

"Oh, don't worry, you can handle it. Just think about what we did tonight. And if you really want to turn him on, tell him."

"About what we just did?"

"Sure."

"Hannah, I could never do that. I'd be shunned."

"We'll see, one step at a time, my friend. But let's go to bed for now. The morning comes quickly around here." And as always, it did.