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Ffolkes
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From: [email protected]
Subject: Brig. Ffolkes II[1-3/3]
Date Entered: 01-30-93 12:10
Its funny how I seem to change locale with each adventure..I tend
to seek a warm climate, then a cold climate and then another warm
climate. So, after my adventures in the Yucatan Peninsula
against the Bush Pig from Hell and then against the Siberian
Tiger Woman, I found myself on a plane bound for Athens.
Ahhh....Greece...warm land of mystery, adventure and latent
eroticism. I settled back into my seat as the plane began its
lazy descent to the airport, mentally going over which beach I
would check out first...probably a nude beach I smiled to myself.
For once Greek customs operated efficiently and shortly after
landing I found myself striding through the double doors at the
front of the airport in search of a cab to my hotel. A search
that was abruptly ended by a car pulling up in front of me and my
being roughly tossed into the back, conscious of the nose of a
handgun digging into my back.
"Welcome to Greece, Ffolkes." I looked up at the speaker of these
laconic words, past the silenced Berretta about 6 inches from my
face.
"McKay!" I gasped."When did you become station chief in Athens? I
thought you were still in Tokyo?"
"About six weeks ago I received this appointment. It seems we
have a severe problem in this region and...ummm...Langley decided
my talents could useful in this part of the world."
I nodded. Mitchell Mckay was one of the CIA's most ruthless
operatives. He had been on the ground in such exotic locales as
Beirut, Paris, Buenos Aires and Jakarta. Where ever his travels
took him on Company business, a trail of bodies usually followed.
Which made my current position distinctly unpleasant.
My thoughts were interrupted by the car whizzing through the high
gates that surrounded the US embassy.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked. McKay smiled and replaced
the automatic in his holster as he got out of the car.
"We have a proposition for you." he said. I winced.
"The last "proposition" nearly got me killed. And anyways, why
the strong arm tactics if you want my cooperation?"
"Old habits die-hard." grinned McKay, ushering me into a room
and the presence of two US naval officers, both wearing the
patches of Naval Intelligence on their tunics. This gets better
and better, I thought.
"I'll come right to the point, Ffolkes," one of them said."Your
presence here at this moment in Greece has provided us with a
unique opportunity for solving a..ummm...delicate problem. One
that is too risky for direct US intervention." I shrugged.
"Why should I listen to you?" I asked skeptically."Your
government hasn't even fully compensated me for that Dublin job
a couple of years ago." One of the officers smiled grimly and
dropped a packet on the table in front of me. I casually rifled
through the contents, noting the thick stack of bills inside.
"$35000 Ffolkes, half now...half on completion." I regarded the
officer with somewhat more intense interest.
"Go on." I said as casually as possible. One of the officers
spread a map on the table.
"You are aware of course of the recent crash of one of our A6-E
Intruders from the Sixth Fleet?" I nodded." Well," the officer
paused."There are certain delicate ummm...instruments that we need
retrieved from that plane...disabled in fact." I felt a chill
creep up my spine.
"What sort of instruments?" I asked trying to keep a tremor from
my voice. The officer looked uncomfortable, glancing at McKay who
nodded and then back at me.
"Two B57(N) free falling tactical nuclear bombs were aboard that
plane. We need them disarmed in no uncertain way."
"Why me? I demanded. The other officer spoke for the first time.
"As a non-US citizen, ostensibly on vacation, you wouldn't
attract any attention by scuba diving in the vicinity. Attention
is the last thing we need at the moment." I nodded.
"In other words, the Greek Government was originally given
assurances that that plane was armed conventionally. A noticeable
search mission on the wreck would arouse their suspicions."
"Precisely," McKay interrupted."It would lead to a variety of
time consuming diplomatic contortions, most of them
unpleasant. And time is not on our side I'm afraid."
"How so?" I asked. Now it was McKay 's turn to look uncomfortable.
"Two of our agents doing preliminary reconnaissance on the wreck
were found murdered in the last fortnight. We have been unable to
pinpoint the guilty parties, but the circumstances surrounding
their demise were...ummm..gruesome to say the least. Simms and
Bradly." he finished bitterly."Two of my best". I swallowed hard.
Al Simms and Keith Bradly were known as two of the most murderous
agents the Company employed. Whoever had cashed in their chips for
them was very lethal indeed. I picked up the packet of funds on
the table.
"Then lets get started." I said grimly.
"A car outside will take you back to your hotel. Another one will
pick you up at 8am tomorrow and take you to a point on the docks
where you will board what looks like an ordinary trawler." McKay
grinned."That trawler will take you to the dive-site. Disarmament
is comparatively simple process...the whole dive should not take
longer than 3 hours. We know the planes location and its
reasonably intact." I stood and headed for the door.
"Good luck, Ffolkes." one of the officers said simply. I nodded.
It was only back at my hotel, freshly showered and changed that
the enormity of my task hit me. It must have shown on my face
over dinner.
"Excuse me." I looked up from my meal in the direction of the
soft voice."It looks like we are both in the same
situation...eating alone in a strange place...may I be seated?"
"Be my guest." I said regarding the woman with interest.
Tall, blonde, with eyes as green as the sea surrounding the
Bahamas. Her slender figure was encased in an elegant dress that
even the most casual observer could see covered a lithe,
athletic body, with firm breasts straining the material. I
swiftly found myself forgetting the escapades that would take
place tomorrow. At least, my mind was distracted my from my
predicament by the fierce erection straining my pants.
We had a long leisurely dinner, drinking wine, laughing. Looking
back on it, her presence was seductive to the point where I
really didn't learn much about her...not her age, her name or
even her country of origin. It seemed like I was surrounded by a
fog, penetrated only by those green eyes of hers and the soft,
musical lilt of her speech.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to
accompany me to my room. Upon entering the room, we didn't bother
to switch on the lights, content to be bathed by the soft silvery
shades of the moonlight issuing through the window.
Not that we thought much about the lights....as soon as the door
closed we seized each other in a sexual frenzy that I had never
encountered before...or since. Feeling her ripe body against me I
was transformed into a rutting stallion whose one thought..one
purpose was to slide deep into the silky warmth between her
thighs.
I had underestimated her strength...with a swift motion she
literally tore my shirt from my body, bringing her lips to my
stiffening nipples and gently..and at times not so gently biting
down with her teeth...bringing a warm sort of delicious pain to my
chest.
She moved against me, surprising me once again with the
strength in her tall athletic body. The force of her motion
propelled me backwards onto the bed as she straddled me, pinning
my arms above my head. Her green eyes stared into mine,
smouldering with a lust that bordered on the primeval.
With a slow casual motion, she released my arms, trailing her
long finger nails down my cheeks, my neck and chest to my groin.
I was securely gripped by her magnificent legs straddling me on
either side. And then I felt her muscles tense again as with a
sudden motion causing me to gasp she tore open the front of my
pants exposing my rock hard cock to the cool air.
Slowly, deliberately, she fondled the shaft, encircling it with
her delicate looking hands...hands tipped with long crimson nails
that were capable of such strength. She teased the underside of
my balls with those nails of her, and then lowered her face to my
groin...never once removing her burning green eyes from mine.
I felt her warm breath on my cock as first she tongued the tip,
making me moan and writhe beneath her. Then she swallowed me
whole, swirling her tongue around the shaft, taking me easily to
the hilt, letting her warm breath tickle my groin.
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The motions of her head grew faster and faster...going up and
down, sucking hard as her head moved upward, bringing a gasp from
me. I started to feel that familiar tingling at the base of my
spine, growing into a series of electric sparks that moved to the
tip of my cock and down the shaft. My balls tightened up, I
thrashed beneath her on the bed and exploded with a high pitched
moan. At my final convulsion she moved her mouth downward, taking
all of my cum in and swallowing it easily.
She looked up with a look of satisfaction and licked her lips.
Then, with an easy languid motion, stood up from me, still staring
at me with those green eyes of hers. Slowly she peeled the dress
off above her head...evidently the evening wasn't over yet!
She stood before clothed only in bikini panties and sheer
bra..neither of which concealed the magnificence of her female
form. And then, just as slowly as if she was performing a strip
tease, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and then stepped
out of her panties.
Nude in all her glory, she looked like at that instant like the
most perfect woman ever made. Tall and slender..her feminine form
with its shapely tapered legs and firm jutting breasts with
their red nipples couldn't conceal her strength and athletic
ability. I felt myself hardening involuntarily again, despite the
exertions she had just put me through.
She moved with an easy feline grace towards me, her green eyes
glowing brightly. She mounted the bed and straddled me with with a
quick, fluid motion. She ran her hands from my neck to my chest
as I cupped her warm, firm breasts. Then, leaning forward
slightly she raised her hips and impaled herself on my shaft,
moaning in the process.
She tightened her muscles around me and it was MY turn to cry
out. Her pace was slow at first, moving up and down as she almost
teased me with the depths of her warm, liquid sheath. I moaned
again, bringing a sardonic curl to her lips. And then she lowered
her face to mine, giving me a deep french kiss as her hips rose
and fell with an easy grace that grew faster and faster.
She had me pinned beneath her with her magnificently strong legs
so that while I wanted to thrash around and move beneath her, I
was imprisoned in the warmth of her. Once again I felt that
tremor at the base of my spine and the tightening in my balls. I
wanted this act to last forever, but as soon as she once again
contacted her muscles around me, my hips moved involuntarily
upwards as I exploded. As I filled her with spurt after spurt of
my hot seed her own orgasm took hold as she threw back her head
and cried out.
I shivered once more as my breathing started to return to normal
and she slowly lowered her face to mine giving me another slow,
deep kiss. Then, as her face drew back from mine, her green eyes
bore into mine and it was as if a fog descended around me and I
blacked out, exhausted.
I came to perhaps a couple of hours later, it still being dark
but the moon had risen higher in the sky. I glanced beside me,
but her form was not on the bed with me. Still, I felt her
presence close by... a feeling confirmed by a soft musical laugh
in one corner of the room.
I sat up lazily as her form moved slowly towards the window and
then fully into the moonlight. And then my heart leaped into my
mouth and I was unable to stifle a gasp.
Still tall, still well muscled...but she had CHANGED beneath the
waist. From her taut belly down her legs she was now covered with
green scales. Her mouth was wider, her nose narrower and her
green eyes seemed larger, now burning with barely compressed with
fury.
I threw a furtive glance at my carry-on bag where my 9 mm
Browning was. Slowly, imperceptibly I thought, I shifted my weight
to one side in preparation of making a leap towards the gun.
"Don't EVEN think about it!" she hissed ominously, moving closer
and waving a hand in front of me. Her nails had grown longer and
now webs joined each finger. I swallowed hard.
"WHAT are you?" I asked, unable to keep the tremor out of my
voice. She grinned evilly.
"Come now Ffolkes...think back to your public school training.
In The Iliad, what nearly lured King Ulysses of Greece to doom
upon the rocks?"
"A Siren..." I gasped."...or Mermaid!" I shook my head."This is
impossible!" She grinned again...a very wide wicked smile showing
her sharp teeth.
"I'm disappointed." she laughed."Do you think you are imagining
me?" She moved closer."Do you think you imagined what we just
did?" I winced.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I have a soft spot in my heart for Englishmen. My father was
English. He met my mother while he was here fighting on the Greek
side, shortly after he swam the Hellespont. Surly you have heard
of him...a famous poet." her gaze softened as if recalling fond
memories.
"Lord Byron???" I gasped.She nodded and smiled, this time with a
hint of sadness. "What do you want of me?"
"To warn you....if you dive on that wreck tomorrow...you will
die!"
"Too bad you didn't give the same warning to Simms and Bradly." I
said bitterly. She scowled.
"Cruel, evil men!" she hissed. "Save some sympathy for five of my
people that they killed before being dispatched!" Now it was my
turn to grin.
"So," I said with a large degree of satisfaction."Always thought
those two would take a few with them!"
"They were good." she admitted with a trace of bitterness. "They
fought to the end and died on their feet without a whimper."
"You have majorly pissed off some very nasty people with their
demise. Some who don't forgive easily...or forget ever!"
"It doesn't matter," she shrugged. "My kind have existed since
the dawn of time...seeing the rise and fall od Athens, Sparta and
Rome. We have seen the spread of the Ottoman Empire and its
decline. We saw Napoleon vanquished by Nelson and the English
themselves decline in glory. We have seen many come and go..it
matters not." She moved away from me to the window and glanced
backward. "You have been warned....do not dive on that wreck
tomorrow!" And with that she leaped off the balcony, vanishing
into the darkened garden below.
Needless to say, the balance of the night was none too restful.
If I dived in the morning, I was descending into her element with
all the risks that entailed. If I ran, the Company would hunt me
down in a matter of days. Within hours of my flight, the
"Terminate with EXTREME Prejudice" order would go out from
Langley. My position was anything but enviable.
It was almost in a daze that I met the car at the front of the
hotel that morning. Equally dazed, I stepped aboard the shabby
trawler at the dock it delivered me to.
"Gee Ffolkes, you don't look like you slept well!" grinned McKay.
"What was her name?" I returned his question with a scowl and he
shrugged.
It was about two hours down the coast to the wreck site. I didn't
bother to survey the magnificent scenery passing by as I changed
into the scuba rig provided for me.
"Well, here we are." McKay said as the trawler dropped anchor.
"You'll need these to get at the detonator and the core." he said
handing over a bag of tools. "I take it you remember your work in
Dublin." he grinned. I nodded slowly. "Then you're all set. Bon
Voyage." Damn his jovial attitude! I threw him another scowl as I
pulled on my mask and mouth piece and jumped over the side into
water alongside.
As I swam downwards the water turned from emerald green to a deep
aquamarine to downright murky. I picked out the white gleaming
wreck of the Intruder off to my right and swam towards it in
trepidation. I wondered if I could indeed do the job I was here
for, or if the murky depths beyond my field of vision concealed
eyes that could see farther than mine...and bodies that could
swim faster than I could hope for.
A shadow moved at the far edge of my peripheral vision...and then
another...and another. I almost gasped as I twisted my head
around, seeing the Sirens surround me in a group. Shit, I
thought...there's FIVE of them.
They swam closer. I noted that none of them was the Siren that
had visited me last night. They moved in closer, surrounding me
in a ring, regarding me with amusement...a thing before them
hopelessly caught out of its native element.
Their green eyes glowed in the depths as if they were lit by
electricity. One of them fastened her eyes on mine and seemed to
catch my in a grip. She moved closer, placing one hand on my
shoulder, the other on my crotch. With a swift upward motion, she
tore a gap through the rubber fabric of my wet suit at crotch
level, exposing my cock an balls to the cool sea water
surrounding me....
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She fondled my cock with her long slender hands and tossed me a
sardonic look. I involuntarily hardened beneath her grasp and she
smiled. Bending down to enfold my cock in her warm mouth. I
hardened further and she smiled again...but this time she gazed
into my face with her green eyes burning with fury. She pulled
her lips back revealing her sharp teeth and it looked like this
blow job would become my last!
Then, her body stiffened...her mouth opened wider in shock and
her eyes rolled upward. Blood trails drifted up ward around my
mask and then I noticed the sharp spear protruding through her
chest.
I looked up and saw to my horror and disbelief the other four
Sirens thrashing in death throes of agony with blood surrounding
them. Then silently, like black ghosts...I saw the five frogmen
materialize out of the gloom to my left. I noted the white and
gold flashes on the breasts of their swimsuits.
"Navy SEAL's!" I thought."So thats what that bastard McKay had
in mind!" Out of the gloom I noticed another group of SEALs
swimming furiously for the wreck, intent upon gaining access to
the bombs in the hold while they still had the element of
surprise.
Such surprise didn't last long. Almost as soon as I turned my
glance back to the first group of SEALS, more figures appeared
out of the murky green surrounding us...but these were the
figures of the Sirens..intent upon avenging their comrades.
The SEALS noted their approach and backed closely together. They
had expended their allotment of harpoons against the first group
of Sirens, so their options were limited. I saw white flashes as
they unsheathed their knives.
The SEALs were the US Navy's specialist commando's...skilled in
hand to hand fighting on land...or beneath the ocean. I decided I
didn't want to stay and witness the carnage that would occur and
started swimming for the surface furiously.
A glance backward brought the bile to my throat. The water was
convulsing with white bubbles and red blood. I swam faster,
seeing with relief the rapid approach of the stern of the
trawler. I glanced backward, and to my horror saw another Siren
directly behind me...and closing fast. It was the one that had
visited me last night.
In sheer cold terror I thrashed my legs faster, and fairly burst
out of the water to clutch at the gun rail of the trawler. Then I
was up and over the rail, collapsing gasping on the deck. McKay
was in one corner of the deck talking slowly into a radio.
"Strike Leader, Base." he intoned into the radio.
"Phillips here, sir. The babies are still born...mission
accomplished."
"Very good, Captain. Get your mother ship out of harms way and
we'll debrief at the embassy."
"Yes sir." I heard the voice over the radio say." Ummm ..sir.
Wilson, Adams, Johnson and Baker didn't make it." McKay
tightened his grip on the microphone.
"Estimated kill ratio?" he asked harshly.
"Seven of them, four of us, sir." McKay nodded to himself.
"Base acknowledges." he said, flipping a switch on the radio.
"You crummy bastard!" I gasped at him, still out of breath."You
knew all along....all I was meant to be was a decoy!!"
"And a damn expensive decoy at that, Ffolkes!" he shrugged,
tossing a packet at my feet."There's 50k...the balance of your fee
and ummm...a bonus." I struggled to my feet, still shaking.
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled."I could have been killed."
"Sort of like Simms and Bradly...AND the four men who just
bought the farm down below!" he said angrily. I shook my head.
"Want to tell me why the elaborate charade?" I asked. He
shrugged again.
"Consider most of it classified. We've known since the Second
World War about those...umm.. inhabitants. They have their uses.As
a matter of fact, they were quite useful against the Italians in
the last war. They can be negotiated with...as long as they feel
it is their turf that is threatened....they can be worked with."
"Since it was now our turn to threaten them, they couldn't be
reasoned with in this case?" I asked. McKay grinned.
"Lets just say they are the most ardent environmentalists in the
world...they view nuclear power in a very negative sense.
Particularly when it is deposited on their doorstep in the form
of two low yield dirty nukes."
"What happens now?" I asked.
"Same thing that always happens after a war. The participants
leave each other alone, preparing for the next round, knowing
that they may be on the same side in the future. Both sides
recognizes the others strengths and potential future uses."
"Typical cynical CIA bullshit!" I snorted.
"Ain't life grand!" McKay smiled.
I turned away and looked out to sea, suddenly feeling very tired.
I stared at the green wave tops rushing by with a wide mixture of
emotion...relief, sadness...I wasn't sure which.
"Well, FFolkes," McKay chuckled. " You look awfully tired. Have
you thought about taking a vacation?"
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