Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 19:32:03 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 67

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			 Chapter 67--The Heroes

	"Didn't John petition the court after we settled to have the
lawsuit flushed?" I asked Dave.

	"It was part of the agreement to have the record sealed by court
order.  That was why we were told to keep our mouths shut.  How'd you get
all this data, Matt?" Dave asked.

	"I have sources that can find out just about anything," Matt
smiled.  "But, I think you're right.  I missed that part about the sealed
record.  I skipped right over it," he added scanning one of the folders,
again.  "So, you may, in fact, be protected from the press finding out.
But, let me suggest that in the future, you tell the nosy press that you're
investors, not retired.  Retired at your young ages raises all kinds of
immediate questions."

	We looked at each other.  "Good advice, Matt.  Thanks," Dave
agreed.

	"So, how are you going to handle the press briefing?" I asked,
looking up to see three beefy Marines guarding the Consulate gate.  They
saluted and let us through.  A gaggle of reporters and cameras were
straining to get a glimpse of us, but the privacy windows of the limo
prevented that.

	"They'll be allowed in within the hour and we'll have them eating
out of our hands," the Charge d'Affaires (sorry about the spelling error in
the last chapter) smirked.  "In the meanwhile, I want you two to huddle
with my press attaché in the conference room for a few minutes.  This
guy is real smooth.  He'll know what to do and what to warn you about.  In
the meanwhile," he smiled as we exited the car, "please come in and meet
the staff and my wife."

	The background noise of shouted questions and popping flashbulbs
nearly drowned out his welcome.  The Ambassador turned and waved cordially
at the crowd assembled at the gate.  He turned back to us and said under
his breath, "Fuckin' vipers."  Dave and I laughed at his characterization.
He smiled at his ungentlemanly slip.  "I shouldn't say that in front of you
guys.  It isn't fittin' for one at my elevated stature," he laughed.

	The limo driver opened the side door to the Residence.  "Thanks,"
we smiled at him (a nice looking guy in a Marine dress uniform we hadn't
paid much attention to in all the drama swirling about us).  We followed
the Ambassador inside, and were greeted by several staff members, and his
wife.  She gave him a big kiss on the lips, then, turned to greet us,
holding out her hand in welcome.

	"Our heroes!  Welcome to Vancouver!  That was certainly a very
brave thing you did on the plane.  The press is certainly clamoring to hear
all about it from you," she smiled warmly.  "Leonard wants to talk to all
of you right away, Dear.  The airline is making a big deal out of this and
so is Washington.  The secure Teletype has been chattering away constantly.
You might want to scan through those quickly before you meet the press,
Matt.  I think Leonard has them organized for you," she added.

	"Gentlemen, this is my wife and the rock-steady anchor to this
Consulate, Evelyn Triplett," the Ambassador smiled at his wife, giving her
a husbandly squeeze.  "Honey, this is Mike and Dave, the heroes du jour,"
indicating which of us was which.

	"Our pleasure, Ma'am," Dave gallantly grinned.  I did likewise.

	"So brave and so handsome!" she declared grabbing us by the arms
and escorting us into a conference room.  "And well muscled too, just like
those delicious Marines stationed here.  That poor man on the plane didn't
have a chance with you two there."

	Both of us blushed crimson at her southern hospitality and praise.
"Most kind of you to think so, Ma'am," I smiled back.  "He was just a rowdy
drunk who needed a lesson in manners."

	"The news, especially CNN is making a major event of it all.  They
even cornered some of the other passengers and got them to retell the
events from their perspective.  The anchors are reading selected pieces
from the police reports, so this is a big story," she warned us.  "Matt,
are they going to extradite?" she asked suddenly changing her focus.

	"The request is already in, but I'm not sure the Canadians will
agree right away.  They have some sovereignty issues they'll want to
trumpet first, I'm sure.  But, I think we'll get him, eventually," Matt
smiled.

	"Well, I'd better get out of your way and let you boys plot and
plan how you're gonna deal with the press," she said, kissing us both on
the cheek.  "I'd best go see what the cook's decided we're having for
dinner.  And I'll bet you haven't had a real meal since breakfast, have
you?"  We shook our heads to the negative.  "I know how airlines don't do
real food anymore.  I'll have the chef rustle up some sandwiches in two
shakes of a lamb's tail.  And for dinner, we'll make it a special occasion.
Any special dietary issues for our guests?" she asked us.

	"None, Ma'am.  We'll eat just about anything, although Mike's not a
big fan of seafood, and I can't stand brussels sprouts.  Otherwise, we love
it all," Dave laughed.

	"That's not a problem," she assured us.  "Matt hates seafood and
dislikes lots of vegetables, too.  So, we're used to it.  I'm sure the chef
has something in mind that's beef with a salad and a starch of some sort.
He knows what we love."

	"Mr. Ambassador?" came a voice from the conference room.  "We need
to get started."

	"I'll leave you gentlemen to sort this all out.  Let me know if I
can help," she smiled sweetly.

	"I think we might need you at my side," Matt assured her.  "A rose
among the thorns, my dear."

	"All those handsome men around me?  You know I'll be there.  Let me
know, so I can get dressed in time," she tossed over her shoulder as she
moved silently down the hallway.

	"And that's another issue," I blurted out as we entered the
conference room and the press attaché closed the door.  "We don't have
anything dressy to wear. We're on vacation, so we didn't bring anything
besides Levis like we have on and polo shirts.  Most of it is shorts and
t-shirts."

	"You look fine," the press attaché said.  "I'm Leonard, by the
way.  And you're Mike, and you're Dave," he guessed correctly shaking our
hands individually.  "You've made quite a splash.  The television news
reports have been very favorable.  There has been no mention of the gay
issue, yet, but that's just a matter of time.  I think they don't know how
to handle it, if at all.  However, you can count on at least one of the
reporters here bringing it up.  How do ya wanna handle that, boss?"

	"I'll handle it.  I'll make it a non-issue.  Dave and Mike won't
have to say anything, unless they feel strongly that they need to," the
Ambassador smiled.  "However, I'll remind them again that this pack of
wolves can't be trusted, so don't let them bait you."  We nodded our
understanding.

	"Now, why don't you tell Leonard and me exactly what you did and
let's see how it plays out," the Ambassador suggested.

	So, we repeated the whole ugly scene again, Dave providing the
commentary from beginning to end.  I added clarity only once.

	"I think Dave should do this," Leonard concluded.  "They don't want
to hear a rehashing of the official, police reports, again.  They've
already heard that from the TV anchors.  And Dave's legal training will
keep him out of the woods, by characterizing the drunk in the proper legal
phrases and words.  It'll be so much more dramatic hearing it directly from
the guys who did it.  What Dave just described includes Mike heroically,
too, as well as those who stepped in at the end to help out."

	"I agree," Matt said.  "They don't need to hear what they already
know from a pontificating diplomat.  You okay with that, Dave?"

	"Uh, yeah, I guess so.  You'll be there to step in, in case I fuck
up and get in over my head?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I'm good at that," he laughed.

	"You don't mind not being in the limelight?" Dave asked me.

	"No POSSIBLE way.  I'm a socially maladjusted accountant.
Remember?" I laughed.  "I'd stutter and stammer and make a total mess of
things."

	"Highly unlikely," the Ambassador corrected.  "Just keep on your
toes, Dave.  You'll do fine.  If you feel the need, write down some notes,
so you don't forget anything.  And Leonard, get these guys some phones.
They need to call their families back in the States to let them know all is
well here."

	"Use the phones in here," Leonard directed.  "I'll be in my office
just down the hall, if you need me."

	They left us to make our calls.  My parents didn't know anything
about it, so I had to recount it all for them.  Dave's parents did and had
been worried sick.  We advised all of them to call the rest of the family
and let them know we were very safe.  We asked Brad to cancel our hotel
reservations and the rest of the vacation, including the flight back.  We
didn't know when we'd be getting back.  But, it was looking like our
chances of playing tourist had abruptly ended.

	Of course, we had to tell the families that the press conference
was scheduled for five o'clock local time, so they'd probably get a direct
feed from CNN for sure.  The other networks might break into their news
hours with it live, or edit it for later broadcast.  We weren't sure how
they'd be handling it.

	As we finished, Dave sighed.  "I'm not sure I'm ready for this.  I
think I'm still running on adrenalin."  There was a knock on the door.
Without waiting for a summons, the door opened, and the Ambassador's wife
entered with trays of sandwiches and beverages.

	"First, I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable.  I didn't
know you were gay, and domestic partners. That was so gauche of me," she
fussed over us.  "Please accept my apology?"

	"Of course, and there is nothing to apologize for," Dave smiled.
"We don't mind at all being mistaken for straight, or being treated like
sex objects.  We kinda enjoy it!"

	"Matt or Leonard should have briefed me before I made such a fool
of myself," she said by way of explanation.  "But, they have so much more
on their minds than me making a social blunder."

	"You're making too much of this," I offered.  "We weren't offended
at all.  It was very kind of you to show us such hospitality at a moment's
notice.  We're the ones who should be apologizing for putting you out."

	"Oh, stuff and nonsense!" she laughed.  "Those boring, old
diplomats are the most sleep-inducing people in the world.  I rather like
having young people about.  With our children all scattered to the four
winds, we seldom get real people in here, anymore."  She smiled at us,
again, and asked if we'd like anything more before she left us to prepare
for the press conference.  We thanked her once more for her hospitality,
but declined more food.  However, Dave mentioned that after the press
grilling he was sure he'd need to unwind.  Could she suggest a nearby gym
for us?

	"Well, that's certainly a better idea than most men would come up
with. They'd want to drink themselves into a stupor, instead," she allowed.
We acknowledged her superior experience in the matter.  "However,
considering the press is on your tail, I'd suggest you not go out.  We do
have a small gym that the Marines use in the basement.  I don't think
they'd mind sharing it with you.  I'll clear it with their commander," she
offered.  We thanked her, again.

	"We'd better find our suitcase and decide what we're gonna wear," I
suggested.  "Let's check in with Leonard to see where they've put our stuff
and where we'll be sleeping."  Leonard took us to the sleeping quarters
wing of the Residence.  The suite of rooms was very nice with two king-size
beds in the room.

	"Some husbands and wives don't sleep together, so we had to
accommodate that as well as getting them big enough for some of our larger
guests," Leonard laughed.  "Mess up both of them if you like.  The domestic
staff has already unpacked your suitcase and hung up everything or put it
in the dresser over there," he indicated pointing to a chest of drawers
against the left side of the room.  "The bathroom is over here," he
gestured to the right.  "If you need anything, just buzz and someone will
answer," he said indicating a small toggle switch on the nightstand.
"Anything else?" he asked before leaving.  We said, no.

	"I need a shower," Dave said.  "I need to look fresh for my
public!" he laughed when I looked at him strangely.  I could use one, too,
I decided.  The shower was a large one, bigger even than the one at home.
"Do we dare shower together?" he leered.

	"It would sure take the edge off," I agreed.  "I know I'd be more
relaxed."

	"Let's decide what we're gonna wear first," Dave suggested, tugging
off his clothes.  I glanced several times in his direction as I pulled off
my own togs.  I never tired of seeing his beautiful body exposed slowly as
each article of covering was shed.  He grinned at me, knowing full well
that I was nearly slobbering over him.  He delayed and slowly stripped off
his underwear.  Shoving his hard ass toward me, he turned slowly revealing
his expanding, black, trouser snake.

	"You're probably the most egregiously provocative man I've ever
known.  And I love it!" I laughed pouncing on him. I knocked him on to the
bed and pasted myself on to his hard chest and abs.  "I love you, you
gorgeous hunk!" I breathed into his ear, then, kissed him tenderly on his
moist lips.

	"Just with a kiss, you get my thang happy," he sighed, rubbing my
round ass with both hands.  "Wanna fuck?"

	"Always, with you.  But we'll be late if we don't get that shower
now," I weakly protested, rolling off him.  "I want something more than
quickie," I added, grabbing his expanding dick and pulling him into the
bathroom with me.

	"Let's just try it on for size," he purred.  I laughed at him.
"Ah, come on, Mike.  We both need it."

	"And when the Marines come looking for us and your fat dick is
buried up my ass, we'll explain our tardiness by saying what?"

	"Party pooper!"

	"Yeah, I know.  You just hate it when I'm right," I laughed.

	He swatted my ass with his open hand and shoved me into the
oversized shower.  The glass walls were on two sides, with tile on the
other two.  The glass barriers had been frosted for privacy to about half
way up the partitions.  I adjusted the temperature of the water quickly and
soaped up.  Dave "helped" me with mountains of suds on my asshole, erect
nipples, and lengthening dick.

	"You get this thing any harder and you'll be the one getting
fucked," I warned him.

	"Promises, promises," he smirked, pressing his chest and dick
against my back and ass.  Dave's enlarging, black, butt ripper, slid along
my ass trench, threatening to make a stop at my hungry ass lips.  He
nuzzled my neck, working my hard nipples with his fingers, thrusting his
hips slowly against my ass.  His massive dick felt so good!  I drank in the
feelings with my eyes closed, my head tilted back, concentrating on his
monster meat getting closer and closer to his target.

	"Excuse me, Gentlemen, but the Ambassador wants to see you before
the press conference in ten minutes," came a deep voice from the doorway.
Our eyes sprung open.  Dave looked up, but didn't pull away.

	"Uh, thank you, Lieutenant," Dave said.  "We'll be there in five
minutes."

	"I'll let the Ambassador know," the Marine said.  "And the gym
downstairs is available for your use, anytime.  Compliments of the
Marines!"

	"Thanks," I replied.  There was no explaining our way out of this
one.  But, the Lieutenant didn't seem to care.  In fact, his tight trousers
showed off a long, round cylinder pointing off to one side indicated he
probably wanted to join us.  Don't ask, don't tell worked for me.

	"We'd best get our butts outta here," Dave smiled, pointing his
very hard dick at my back door and pushing half his thick staff into me.
"Fuck!  You feel good!"  I moaned meaningfully.  "But," he sighed pulling
back out, "much as I wanna flood your tight ass with my babies, we gotta
get movin'."

	Reluctantly, we rinsed off, but not before we kissed passionately
several times.  "You're still the hottest fuck around, Sweetcheeks," I
whispered after one particularly hot kiss.  "And you are gonna service this
tight, round ass of mine repeatedly tonight.  NO excuses!"

	"Do you hear me arguing?" he laughed as we finally dried off.

	"You look great!" the Ambassador said.  "The lights will be hot,
but the air conditioning should make it manageable in there, even with all
the bodies.  I'll start off the news conference, then, introduce the two of
you.  Leonard will select the people who will be asking the shouted
questions.  It'll be a lot like a Presidential news conference, but you
won't have to decide who gets to ask questions.  You'll recognize some of
the faces, but most of them, you won't.  Let Leonard handle that.  He knows
which ones to call on and which ones to avoid.  Ignore questions that
Leonard hasn't acknowledged."  We nodded to each one of his suggestions.
"Now, any last minute questions for me or Leonard?"  Dave shook his head.
I just stood there, mutely.

	We filed out of the conference room, heading toward the Grand
Ballroom.  I checked my short hair in a mirror along the hallway.  These
were the times I wished I had Dave's short, kinky hair.  Wearing snug (but
not bar drag tight) Levis and Polo pullover shirts, we entered the Ballroom
to a hail of questions and popping flashbulbs.  We smiled nervously, but
the Ambassador put his arms around our shoulders (or tried to), and we felt
more secure posing for our "public".  After what seemed an eternity of
flashbulbs going off, Matt strode to the lectern, acknowledging his radiant
wife with a peck on the cheek.  The crowd quieted.

	We stood behind him, but off to one side where the majority of the
room and the TV cameras could still see us.  I recall little of what he
said, as it was all "grand- standing" about what heroes we were.  I nearly
barfed.  This was such bullshit, but it was politics and that you just
can't explain.  You only have to endure.

	After Leonard set the ground rules (he'd call on the questioners
and Dave would be spokesman for the two of us), he called on the first
questioner.

	"We've read the reports, seen the newscasts of the events of this
afternoon, but we'd really like to hear it from you, Mr. Carey," said the
first questioner.  He looked familiar, but as I watch so little television,
he could have been a famous news anchor for all I knew.  "Set the stage for
us, please.  How did you get involved?  Did you know this guy was trouble
earlier?"

	Dave related the story again, setting it up from the time the plane
was nearly ready to descend into Vancouver and the stewardess asked
everyone for last orders and to pick up trash.  He related how he'd warned
me to get ready, "because this is gonna get ugly."

	"I looked behind us as this guy was confronting the stewardess
about another drink.  She told him he didn't need another drink right now,
but there were lots of bars at the airport where he could many more.  He
said that he wanted one, now, using colorful language I won't repeat here."
That got a laugh.  "When he got out of his seat and pushed her into the
service cart, I knew we'd have to act fast or she'd be injured.  Before I
could get to her, he'd knocked her off balance, causing her to fall into
the cart, and bruise her shins and scrape her arm.  From the way she was
reacting, she must have hit her head, too, but I didn't see what she'd
struck as I was more intent on getting this guy to back off.  I tried to
persuade him, but he resisted.  Mike was aiding the stewardess, so I tried
to restrain the guy.  That's when he took a swing at me and knocked the
wind outta me."  They were spellbound.

	"Then, Mike stepped in and held him down.  While another passenger
held the guy's head to keep him in place, other passengers jumped into the
fray.  I think you know the rest of it.  It all happened very fast, and was
over just as fast.  With a recharger cord from one of the passengers and
with trouser belts, the co-pilot had us restrain him in the back of the
plane until we landed.  The Mounties arrived and got their man!" he smiled.
Again, laughter.

	"A follow-up question, if I may?" the questioner asked.  Leonard
nodded.  Dave smiled down at him.  "This guy that you took on isn't tiny.
Did you think about the difference in your sizes before you tried to subdue
him?"  I smiled.  If only they know how well hung Dave is, but that wasn't
the question about size, now, was it?

	"I'm not sure if I did," Dave mused.  "There may have been a flash
of thought about whether I could take this guy on as he clearly outweighed
me by a good 30 pounds, but in his inebriated state, that tends to tip the
balance in my favor.  Besides, there were lots of other passengers, and
especially Mike, I knew I could count on.  However, that's all in
hindsight," Dave added.

	A blizzard of questions swirled out of the press corps.  Leonard
acknowledged one of the shouted questions.  Dave fielded it and several
others.  There were the inane ones about "how does it feel to be a hero?"
and so forth.  He handled all of them well.  About 30 minutes into the
grilling, the questions were getting stupid, plowing the same ground over
and over, again.

	Dave nearly lost it with one of the questions.  "Don't you think
you were over- reacting, applying excessive force?  The guy was drunk.  He
wanted another drink.  Where's the problem?"

	"Haven't you been listening?" Dave snarled.  "He assaulted, yes,
ASSAULTED a member of the flight crew.  That's a criminal offense where I
studied the Law.  The stewardess was in no condition, nor stature to fight
him off.  Even a drunk who outweighs you by a hundred pounds can do a lot
of damage.  So, NO!  There was no excessive force applied.  In fact, I
restrained myself from pasting the guy after his fist met my solar plexus.
But, two wrongs don't make a right.  So with Mike's help, we got the
situation back under control.  It's up to the court systems of two
countries to decide what his punishment for assaults on a member of the
flight crew and a passenger should be.  It's not up to me. And it certainly
not up to you or other members of the press to try AND convict him in the
court of public opinion."  There was a stunned silence.

	"That question was way out of line, Connor," Leonard said.  "This
is a press conference, not an inquisition.  Let's keep it professional.
Next question?"

	"Fuckin' fags," Connor muttered.

	"I'm sorry.  I didn't hear that, Connor.  Would you like to repeat
that for the international audience?" Leonard spat.

	"I find it appalling that the United States Government would make
such a big deal out of a couple of queers," he sputtered.

	"Let me tell you something, you narrow-minded bigot!" Dave almost
shouted.  "These QUEERS did what anyone else would have done, regardless of
sexual orientation.  We just happened to get there first.  The
U.S. Government is thanking two of its taxpaying citizens for helping out
in a crisis situation on an airplane.  Are you suggesting that QUEERS
shouldn't help in these circumstances?  If you're drowning, should I not
try to save you or throw you a rope because you're a bigot and I'm a FAG?
Where's your humanity, Man?"  The guy looked mad enough to spit nails.

	"Your press credentials are revoked in this Consulate, Connor,"
Matt interrupted, stepping up to the microphone.  "Your newspaper will be
getting a strong letter from me, immediately.  You are persona non grata
around here.  Someone else will be assigned from your newspaper to cover
this Consulate, or not at all.  Lieutenant, escort this gentleman from the
grounds."  The Charge d'Affaires glared at the miscreant.  Two Marines had
gotten the nod from their commanding officer.

	"Fuck you all, Faggot Lovers!" Connor roared, turned, and was met
by two large Marines pressing him toward the rear exit.

	"Is that the best epithet you can hurl?  Your mother would be so
proud!" Dave laughed.  The press corps erupted in applause.

	When it was quiet again, Matt was still at the podium.  "I'm sorry
it had to come to this, ladies and gentlemen.  There are too many people
with hate in their hearts already in the world.  We don't need them in this
Embassy.  It appalls me that he couldn't see that these two, brave, young
men acted as any right-thinking citizen would have, regardless of sexual
orientation.  It's so very sad that Connor couldn't get past his bigotry to
see worth in all humanity.  I thank you all for coming and for your
kindness to our two heroes.  Please see Leonard if you have additional
questions or requests for interviews.  But, understand, these two boys are
private citizens.  They can turn you all down if you aren't nice to them!"
They laughed, again.

	We turned and left the Grand Ballroom.  "Damn!  I'm glad that's
over," Dave sighed.  "I'm sorry I blew up at that guy, Matt.  But, he had
it coming."

	"You showed remarkable restraint, Dave," I smiled.  "I'd have
leaped off the stage and punched his lights out for him."

	"You were fine," Matt agreed.  "I knew that guy was trouble, but
there just wasn't a way to get him unaccredited to the Consulate without
pissing off his editor.  He swings a lot of conservative weight in this
town, unfortunately.  But, Connor stepped in shit up to his eyebrows this
time.  I'll not have him back here.  The editor will probably piss and
moan, but if he wants accreditation here, he'll appoint someone else.  Of
course, he'll call some conservative Senators in Washington, D.C. to put
the pressure on me, but I know how to get them to see it my way.  This was
recorded and broadcast live, so the good Senators won't be backing the
wrong horse after they review the tape."

	"I appreciate your confidence, Matt," Dave smiled.  "But, politics
has a funny way of biting you in the ass."

	"I've been through worse and survived," Matt countered.  "Don't
worry about it."  He shook our hands and left with Leonard and his wife.

	"I'm ready for that workout.  I need to blow off some steam," Dave
said.  "Wanna join me for some 'hide the wiener' action?  I know how much
you love to get it on in a gym."

	"I thought you'd never ask."

	We went downstairs and checked out the workout room.  It had six
lockers, two showers and a weight room that was about 20 feet by 20 feet.
I went back upstairs to get our gym bags while Dave remained to check out
the equipment and reserve a couple of the open lockers.  It appeared that
some of the Marines left their gym clothes overnight.  Mine always got too
sweaty to even think of not washing them immediately.

	When I returned, Dave was standing next to the lockers, nude,
talking to the Lieutenant.  He was thanking him for escorting Connor off
the Consulate grounds.  "I wanted to pop that guy so bad, but I thought I'd
leave it to your men to embarrass him, instead," Dave was saying.  The
Lieutenant had on his jockstrap and nothing else.  Dave's monster dick was
at least half hard.  The bulge in the officer's jock showed his clear
interest.  His round, hard ass looked inviting.  Dave spotted me.  "Hi,
Mike.  Lieutenant Garvey was just telling me how much he enjoyed our scene
in the shower earlier this afternoon."

	"Is that so?" I smiled, tossing Dave his gym bag.  "The view from
the shower looked pretty good, too."  My left hand brushed across the
Marine's hard, smooth ass cheeks.

	Garvey smiled at my blatant sexual advance.  "Both you guys fuck
ass?"

	"Yeah, we're versatile," Dave grinned.

	"Gunther, my boyfriend, doesn't like three-ways, he says.  So, I'm
always looking for a chance to find a couple who'll fulfill several of my
group fantasies," the Marine suggested.

	"Oh?  And those would be?" Dave asked, stroking Garvey's bulging
pouch as I undressed.  The echo of hard-soled shoes in the hallway outside
penetrated the locker room.

	"Shit!" the Lieutenant cursed.  "Better cover up before those
Jarheads get here."  We hurriedly pulled on jocks and shorts as the door
opened.  The two Marines who'd escorted Connor off the premises had joined
us.

	"That Connor is sure an asshole, isn't he, Sir!" one Marine said.

	"Yeah, Porter, he is.  This is Mike Claiborne and Dave Carey, the
heroes of the hour, gentlemen," Lieutenant Garvey said introducing us to
Lance Corporal Porter and Gunnery Sergeant Kling.  We shook hands all
around.

	"You guys are pretty buff for a couple of civilians," Porter noted.
"You must workout pretty regularly."

	"We try to get to the gym five or six days a week," I smiled.  The
guy was cute and well built, but probably a breeder.  The sergeant was more
ruggedly handsome than cute, but he, too, had a breeder aura about him.
However, they didn't seem to have any problem being around a couple of gay
men (plus their Lieutenant, if they knew).

	Thursday was arms day, so we worked with the free weights and one
of the machines.  There were three jogging machines and two exercise bikes.
The Marines used the joggers and we used the bikes.  The NCO's finished
first, showered, and left as the Lieutenant finished his last ab crunches.
He hit the showers as we started on our abs.  In another five minutes, we
called it quits, too.

	The showers were situated at the end of the six lockers.  We heard
the shower turn off as we entered the locker room.  Lieutenant Garvey
looked REAL good soaking wet.  He grabbed a towel and smiled at us.  We
returned the greeting.  I caught a glance from Dave, which said, "Take it
slowly.  Let's see what we can get going here."

	I peeled out of my soaked t-shirts, shoes, and socks.  Dave took a
little more time, stretching provocatively.  I tugged down my gym shorts,
leaving only my jockstrap.  Bending over, I retrieved a towel and my
shaving kit (the notorious one with lube and condoms in it).  I heard a
muffled croak of desire from behind me.

	"Gawd, how I love a sweaty ass!" Garvey moaned.  I pulled my hard
ass cheeks apart and glanced between my legs.  The Lieutenant's dick was
rising rapidly.  He cast aside his towel and closed the distance between us
in two strides.  He knelt behind me, sighed, and licked hungrily at my
hairy, sweaty ass trench.  I reached around and encouraged him with a hand
on the back of his head.

	Dave moved behind the Marine.  "Looks like fun," he
stage-whispered.  He squatted behind Garvey and buried his face in the
Marine's shower-fresh, dripping ass.  A moan of profound pleasure escaped
from Garvey.  He zeroed in on my pucker and lapped heartily.  I turned
around and lay on the bench, pulled my knees into my chest, and offered
(again) my winking, jockstrap-framed ass to the eager soldier.  He smiled
hungrily and dove in.  Dave stayed right with him.

	Garvey licked and sniffed at my jock-encased, sweaty, salty nuts,
then, went back to my asshole, again.  He pulled away and examined quickly
his handiwork.  "I'd love to fuck that hot ass right now, but your partner
needs me to eat his ass, too.  I seldom get to munch on hot, sweaty ass as
hard and muscular as yours are," he sighed.  "Gunther has a great ass, but
he always wants to do it clean."

	Dave and I traded places.  "Your gonna fuck me, aren't you, Mike?"
he nearly begged.  Not waiting for an answer, he plunged into Dave's black
butt with the same starving man urgency as he'd done to me.

	"How could I refuse a man out of uniform?" I grinned.  I dug into
my shaving kit, using my sense of touch only.  Pulling off my jockstrap, I
buried my face between his deep, hard butt cheeks.  Locating the lube and a
condom, I applied both and slipped easily inside.  Gunther had to be
plowing Garvey's tail on a regular basis.  Considering the ease of entry,
Gunther was hung pretty big!  We sighed in unison as my dick root and pubes
rubbed against his ass lips.  I grabbed his hips and ground in the last
half inch, then, long-dicked him slowly, allowing his hungry ass channel to
milk me delicately.

	Dave's beautiful, ebony butt was wet with spit and sweat as the
Lieutenant licked and sucked at every inch of dark skin he could reach.
Garvey slowly stroked his own dick, trying hard to hold back his climax.
His infrequent coupling with more than one man was fulfilling his best
fantasy.  Eating a sweaty butt was frosting on the cake.  His panting
increased and his urgent impaling of his ass on my 9" dick was pushing him
dangerously close to a climax.  From the hungry way he'd switched to
sucking Dave's big dick, I knew he wanted it up his eager, Marine ass.

	"Ah, FUCK!  I'm gonna CUM," yelled the Marine as he stood up and
bucked back into me.  Dave jerked up to a sitting position, opened his
mouth, and leaned forward just in time.  Garvey's first weak dribble
reached Dave's extended tongue, but the remaining hard jets disappeared
between Dave's sucking lips.  I worked the Marine's erect nipples and
fucked him in rapid jabs, being sure to strike his prostate with my fat
dickhead.  Dave worked on sucking down Garvey's dick gravy from the 8"
shooter in his vacuuming mouth.  The Marine fucked himself on my fat dick
while fucking Dave's face.  He was getting and giving, and completely out
of control.  I held him up as his knees collapsed beneath him.  His climax
waned slowly, but his butt channel continued to milk as his dick continued
to leak cum.

	I pulled out slowly, kissing him on the back of his bull neck.
Dave stood and kissed me, sharing the creamy load Garvey had delivered.
"Been a while since you've cum, Lieutenant?" Dave asked.

	"No.  Gunther and I got it on last night after the 4th of July
party here," he revealed.  "But, I always shoot a lot, even after only a
day."

	"I'm glad you do.  Delicious and plentiful!"

	"But, you guys didn't get off," Garvey noted pensively.  "You have
plans after dinner?" he smiled, pulling off my condom and going down on me.
He wiggled his ass in Dave's direction.

	"Not unless the Ambassador has something in mind," I moaned.

	He pulled away for a moment.  "Then, I want both of you to bang me
to death with these big muthafuckas," he emphasized, squeezing our still
hard dicks.  "One of you sits on my face while the other blasts a big load
up my butt, then, reverse."

	"What about Gunther?" Dave asked.

	"What about him?" the Lieutenant smiled.  "Oh, he'll be a little
jealous, but once I wave my ass in his face and suck his fat dick, he won't
care.  Besides, he's just a good fuck.  We haven't done anything about
making it more exclusive or permanent.  I've only known him since
Christmas.  We met during a reception here for all the diplomats in town,
because one of the countries had sent a new Ambassador and this was a
chance to meet everyone."

	"What does Gunther do there?" Dave asked as we stripped out of our
jocks and grabbed towels.

	"Gunther's the trade attaché for Germany," Garvey said.  "The
guy's loaded."

	Turning on the showers, we soaped up, then rinsed.  "What time
should we expect you, Mr. Garvey?" I asked mischievously.

	"Dinner will be at eight, but the Ambassador likes to turn in
early, so how about 10:30?" he asked.  We nodded agreement.  "If that
doesn't work because his guests hang around, we'll just wing it.  One way
or another, I'll be there.  But, I also have the midnight-to-eight shift in
the secure room, so, I'm gonna take a power nap for an hour or so."

	"Works for us," Dave smiled.

	"And after my power nap, I'll be looking forward to a couple of
power FUCKS!"  he laughed.

	"Oh, before you go, Lieutenant," I remembered, "would you find out
when the magistrate will have the hearing for the drunk from the plane?"

	"Magistrate?"

	"Yeah, he's like a judge here," I explained.

	"Well, yeah, sorta.  But, a Magistrate handles the little things,
like parking tickets, small claims, jay-walking, that sorta thing," he
countered.  "Who told you he'd go in front of a Magistrate?"

	"Uh, Office Sinclair of the RCMP.  The guy who took our
statements," I added perplexed.

	"He was pulling your leg," Garvey laughed.  "They love doing that
to us Yanks!  He'll go before a real Judge.  This is a criminal case."

	"Oh," I sounded appropriately guilty of being duped.  "Well, could
you find out anyway?"

	"Sure, no problem.  I have a couple of friends at RCMP Headquarters
in town.  I'll bug one of them for the information."

	We'd put our street clothes back on.  Garvey had sucked both of us
back to full erections, then departed, giving us a case of blue-balls, and
a severe case of sexual frustration.

	"Let's go back to our room and fuck," Dave grinned lewdly.  "I
gotta release this load before I burst."

	"In my ass, Sweetcheeks!" I invited.

	We dashed up the stairs, Dave leading the way, his round, high ass
looking better than ever in his snug Levis.

	"Oh, there you are," Evelyn Triplett smiled.  "In deference to your
lack of formal clothes and that it's summer, we've decided to have a
barbeque out on the deck.  Dinner is at eight, and the dress VERY casual
(like shorts and Hawaiian shirts).  You boys okay with that?"

	"Yes, Ma'am, we are.  Thanks for thinking of us," Dave grinned back
at her.

	"Well, I must be off.  I need to call several people with last
second invitations," she said airily.  "Only the nicest ones, not those
stuffy, social-climbing bores," she added, almost to herself.

	"Whatever," I muttered under my breath.  "At least, we won't feel
too out of place."

	"We have just over an hour," Dave whispered, grabbing me by the
arm.  "I plan on a couple of well placed loads deep in your ass, Mike."

	"Only a couple?" I whined, but with a smile.  We arrived at our
suite door with Dave leading the way.  Inside, we locked the door behind us
and pulled the curtains closed (the deck was right outside).

	I stripped in record time, my clothes flying in every direction.
Lying on the bed, face down, I looked back over my shoulder and begged,
"Smother me with your love- making."

	Dave crawled on to my back, pushing his crotch against my upturned
butt.  He covered my neck and ears with kisses, grinding his rapidly
expanding dick into my ass trench.  His hands slipped under my chest and
grasped the tops of my shoulders.  I was pulled hard into a hip thrust.
"Damn!  You feel good," Dave sighed.  Adding lube to my hungry hole and his
granite-hard dick, he entered me slowly.  My butthole and channel chewed on
the thick, lengthy probe greedily.  "You're as hungry for dick as I am for
butt," he sighed.  "This won't be a long ride, Babe."

	"I'm okay with that.  Right now, I need your sperm in me more than
I need a long ride," I smiled, pushing my ass back into a particularly deep
thrust.  He moaned and bit my neck playfully.  "That's it, Dave," I urged,
noting a sudden increase in his fucking speed.  "Give me your load, Man!"

	"Ah, shit, MIKE!  Gonna cum!  Can't hold back!" he groaned in
frustration.  "Take it, Man! FUCK!"  His thrusts were urgent, deep, and
purposeful.  His hard chest rubbed on my back as his hips pounded my
elevated butt.  I milked him unmercifully.  He lost control, but his nuts
and dick took over.  Thrashing atop me, he shot one hot string of cream
after another.  I felt the jets of sperm spray my guts, adding more lube to
my thirsty channel.

	After his control returned, Dave lazily fucked me.  His big dick
slowly shrank inside me, but I milked him languidly, trying not to apply
too much friction to his sensitive, spent phallus.  "I hope you didn't cum,
Mike," he whispered in my ear.  "I need some of your hot dick sauce in my
ass, too."

	I smiled.  "Not to worry.  You came so fast that I didn't have time
to get my engine running enough to squirt.  But, I got what I wanted.
Now," I said rolling him off me, "it's your turn.  How do ya want it?"

	"Face to face.  I wanna see your face when you shoot."

	I applied lube to his butthole and my very hard dick.  Pushing his
knees into his chest, our two bodies mated easily.  "You ARE the hottest
fuck around," I smiled down at him.  "Sweet, tight asshole, big dick, hot
body, good looking, and I love you," I added with a kiss.  He pulled on my
ass to get me as deeply as I could go.  My dick jerked inside him.

	"Yeah, that's the feel I love.  Make it throb inside me, again, but
this time, add some cum!" he grinned up at me.  One of his hands moved off
my ass and to the back of my head, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.
The extra contact spurred me deeper and faster into him.  I took only
seconds longer than he did to climax.

	"Ungh!" I shouted as my first hard climax wave crashed over me.  My
dick jerked and sprayed heavily into Dave's tight, brown ass.

	"Yeah, Man!  That's it! Cum HARD in me.  Flood my ass!" Dave
encouraged.  I hammered, thrust, and fucked his hard ass cheeks, delivering
more cum into his milking channel.  "Fuck me, MIKE!  Cum in my hot ass!"  I
couldn't stop fucking.  It felt so good to be squirting a big load deep in
my lover's hot hole.  I was so into what I was doing that I'm sure I
drooled onto Dave's chest.

	When I opened my eyes, Dave was smiling at me.  "You sure enjoyed
that," he said.  "I felt at least three of your hard jets of cum into me.
You can do that anytime, Mike."

	"We shouldn't wait so long between sessions.  It makes both of us
cum too quickly," I laughed, pulling out my rapidly shrinking dick.  "Not
that it mattered this time.  I needed your load more than I needed to get
fucked.  After all that's happened today, we both needed the reconnection
to each other."

	"Amen to that, Brutha!" he said, patting my well-flooded ass.

	"We'd better take another shower before dinner.  We smell like hot
sex," I pointed out.

	"Where's the problem with that?"  I swatted his ass and pushed him
into the bathroom in response.

	The barbeque was a big hit.  Evelyn hadn't overdone it on the
invitations or the notice had been too short.  The chef and sous-chef
masterfully acquitted themselves at the grill.  We opted for the
lime-cilantro chicken instead of the beef ribs.  The salad, corn-on-
the-cob, and sorbet added the right touch without being heavy.  Leonard
served as bartender to the dozen or so guests.  It was a party of about 20,
counting staff and guests.

	Dave and I were the focus of all the attention.  We told our
"heroic" story several times before everyone had heard it.  We downplayed
our part, but no one listened to that.  The women gushed, the men looked at
us warily.  I wasn't sure if it was because they knew we were gay, or
because they weren't sure if they'd have had the fortitude to act as
decisively as we had on the plane.  None of them were appealing (except for
the Lieutenant (who looked delicious in a Hawaiian shirt and tight shorts).
I smiled often, as I recalled how hungry his hard, round ass was for
dick.).

	Shortly after dark (after 9:30 in these latitude this time of
year), the party broke up.  We thanked the chef and his assistant for the
great meal and Leonard for his bartending skills.  With the guests and most
of the staff gone, Matt and Evelyn invited us into the library for a glass
of brandy.  We accepted, but for only one small glass.  I wasn't about to
tell them we needed to have our wits about us if we were going to fuck the
First Lieutenant bars off Garvey's shoulders later.

	At 10:30, there was a soft knock on our bedroom door.  Lieutenant
Garvey walked in, his shirt unbuttoned and his shorts bulging.  Dave and I
were down to our underwear.  "I'm glad you didn't start without me," he
grinned.  "Dave rides my ass first with Mike sitting on my face," he
directed.  We smiled an acknowledgement.  "But, I get to eat your butt
first, Dave.  I hope it's sweaty!"

	"It was a warm evening," Dave smiled back.

	The Marine shucked his clothes into a pile on to the floor and
stepped forward.  "Get your hot, black butt up on the bed, Dave, and pull
those hard ass cheeks apart for me.  I wanna get my tongue in WAY deep,"
Garvey hissed lustily, pulling Dave's shorts down.  The monster, black dick
sprung up, and slapped wetly against Dave's abs.  Dave turned and got on
all fours.  "Damn!  You've got a huge dick, and one hot ASS!  It's sweet
enough that a bottom like me would wanna become a top!"  Garvey licked,
kissed, munched, and ate on Dave's ass for several minutes.  "FUCK!  HOT,
delicious asshole!  If I didn't need that big dick up my butt so much, I'd
fuck you right now," he smiled, rolling on to his back and raising his
long, muscular legs.

	Dave selected from an assortment of condoms I'd left on the bed as
I lubed up Garvey's hot asshole.  "You are gonna get SO fucked," I warned
him with a smile.

	"That's what I'm counting on, Mike," he replied.  "Now, sit on my
face and let me give you the same treatment Dave got."  Never one to turn
down an offer to have my ass eaten, I hopped up on the bed and squatted
over his eager face.  I felt rather than saw Dave's, fat, 11" python slide
into Garvey.  The Lieutenant's tongue rocketed up my ass as he groaned
loudly.  "FUCK!" he mumbled into my ass.  More inches crept up his butt
channel and more tongue reamed me out.

	I looked down his hard body, admiring his granite, hairy pecs,
cobblestone abs (with a treasure trail down the middle), and his throbbing
8" dick dripping precum.  I leaned in and licked up the puddle of sweet
precum already deposited near his navel.  His fat dick jerked (dripping
more precum) each time Dave pushed deeper or pulled out a few inches.  I
sucked the head between my warm lips, savoring the clear fluid Garvey's
dick produced.  He moaned with additional pleasure.  I pressed back harder
into his face, pulling my smooth butt cheeks farther apart.  He snorted and
licked harder.

	But, within another minute, his hands were pulling my face away
from his jerking dick.  "I'll cum, if you keep doing that, Mike," he
explained.  "Dave's dick is really doing a job on my prostate.  The
additional work on my dick will make me shoot for sure!"

	I ground my ass into his face, releasing his dripping, throbbing
Marine dick.  But, it still jerked and spewed precum.  Each time Dave
stroked deeply, Garvey tensed and moaned, his tongue waggling up my asshole
and his dick jerking wildly.  With his legs pressed into his chest, his
butthole stretched and screwed, and his wet tongue up a hard, round ass,
the Marine was a happy man.  In fact, he was too happy.

	With a groan and a growl, he grabbed Dave's hard, brown ass and
forced the thick, black dick up his military hole.  His body shook, then,
jerked.  He howled into my well-eaten butt and came.  I had correctly read
all the signs.  My lips closed over his dickhead just as the first shot of
sperm jetted from his big nuts.  Wave after wave of cream caromed off my
tongue and teeth.  Dave held on to Garvey's legs and hammered hard to give
the Marine a hot fuck-ride.

	After draining his dick, I rolled off his face and Dave exited his
stretched hole.  "Fuck!  What a great ASSFUCKER you are, Dave!  I've never
cum before without stroking.  I didn't know you could cum just by getting
fucked."

	"Gunther doesn't have one big enough to tease your prostate like I
did?" Dave queried.

	"It's certainly fat enough and about 9" of hot, uncut, German dick,
but it isn't the same for some reason."

	I grinned.  "You don't suppose it has anything to do with someone
sitting on your face while you're getting fucked?"  Garvey smiled back at
me.  Fulfilling his fantasy made him happier than he thought it would.  The
young Marine loved three-ways, where he was the meat in the fuck sandwich.
There was no getting around that.

	"Perhaps," he allowed.  "But, Dave does have a thicker, longer
dick, too.  That must have played some role in my spontaneous climax."

	"Maybe," Dave smiled.  "But, I think Mike's right.  You love
getting fucked and rimming a tight ass at the same time.  You admitted
already that you love getting it on with couples."

	"And I hope do get with you guys several more times before you
leave," he asserted.  "At least ONCE, I wanna feel one or both of you cum
up my ass before I shoot.  I guess the only way that'll happen is if I
don't have one of you sitting on my face."

	"We'll figure out something, I'm sure," I said confidently.
"You've got a hot ass and we love fuckin' it!"  Dave nodded agreement.

	"One more shower before I go back on duty," he sighed.  "It'd be
bad form to have butt breath and cum smells wafting off me."  He rubbed in
some of the precum and dribbled cum that had dripped out after I rolled
away.  Bringing his fingers to his lips, he tasted, and smiled.  "I love
cum almost as much as I love butt munching."

	"Sounds like us," Dave laughed.  "Real addicts!"

	"But, the problem for us is that we love to fuck so much that our
cum always winds up in our asses instead of down our throats," I corrected.
"So, we drink cum from other dicks, like this one here," I smiled, stroking
his wilted dick slowly.

	"I only wish I could get fucked after I cum," Garvey sighed.  "It
hurts, though."

	"I don't know what to tell ya," Dave commiserated.  "It can get
uncomfortable for me as well.  But, Mike almost always cums in my ass
within seconds of me blasting out a load.  So, for us, it hasn't been an
issue.  And if I've been fucking him and climax, I only need a couple of
minutes while my dick drains in his ass before I'm ready to have my butt
hammered."

	"As long as you pound my ass a few more times before you head back,
I'll be a happy camper," Lt. Garvey smiled.  "I hope you can get off at
least once in my ass before I shoot, though."

	"We'll keep trying until we succeed," Dave laughed.  "Even if we
don't, I don't think any of us will care too much."

	Garvey grabbed his clothes, checked the hallway, and left.

	"My ass is already lubed with his spit," I grinned.  "Wanna fuck
me?"

	"Only if you do the same."

	For several minutes, we 69'ed, then, munched butt.  However, Dave
more urgently needed to be fucked than I did, so he took me on first.  I
sucked him off as I came deep in his hungry ass.  Sated, we slept like
stones.



	The heavy-gauge wire-cutters snipped easily through the chain-link
fence.  The man dressed in black (including a black hood and gloves)
glanced over his shoulder, again.  The coast was clear.  He peered through
the metal fence and leafy hedge.  Clear inside the fence, too.  He snipped
more links, creating a hole large enough to climb through.  His lip curled
in defiance.  He was not a man to be trifled with.

	Squeezing through the hedge, he listened, waited.  No sounds
emanated from the darkened house.  Only crickets chirped in the yard.  He
punched a button on the side of his illuminated watch.  It showed nearly 3
a.m.  He covered it again with his sleeve.  Creeping noiselessly forward,
he stood behind a tree, then another closer to the house.  But, all was not
as it seemed.

	Inside, sensors had alerted Lieutenant Garvey that the fence had
been cut.  Motion detectors had "painted" him as an intruder near one of
the fruit trees.  The two sentries on duty at the front gate had been
notified.  They went on highest alert.  "Lock and load!"  Garvey ordered.
"It could be a ruse to get through the front gate as well," he warned.  One
of the guards left his post at the Lieutenant's order and stealthily crept
to the corner of the Consulate.  An earpiece gave him direction and
distance to his target.  Garvey continuously updated the guard, telling him
which tree the intruder was now behind.  "Come up behind him and challenge
him, but only from behind the willow tree," he further instructed.  "The
police and an ambulance have been notified, but we have an international
problem with them having no jurisdiction on U.S. soil.  We'll deal with
that later.  Move out!"

	Garvey had notified the other Marines assigned to his command.
They'd been sleeping in their quarters when the alert awakened them.  The
command desk had a direct line to their room.  "Garvey here!" he barked
into the phone.  "Get your weapons and be quiet about it. We don't want to
warn the intruder that we're on to him, nor roust the civilians inside the
Consulate.  That could get some innocents caught in a cross fire."

	"Yes, Sir!" came the answer from Kling.  Within another few
seconds, Gunnery Sergeant Kling crept down the hallway and into the secure
room.

	"What's up, Lieutenant?"

	"Intruder," he said, pointing to the monitor.  "Porter's working
around behind him."

	"Good man, a good shooter."

	"I hope it doesn't come to that.  You got your men ready?"

	"Ready, Sir!"

	"Keep 'em outta sight, but at the back and front doors, so they can
get out there fast," the Lieutenant directed.  "Take one of your men and
somehow get him under the outside windows of the Ambassador's bedroom
without the intruder seeing him.  This could be one guy or a feint for a
bigger attack through the front gate, or anywhere else for that matter.
Got it, Gunny?"

	"Yes, Sir!" Sergeant Kling barked and left immediately to carry out
his orders.

	Meanwhile, the intruder crept closer to the back of the Consulate.
He checked the Uzi slung under his arm.  The safety was off.  One quick
dash across about 20 feet of open yard to the back door, then, he'd disable
the alarm and get inside.  Then, those fuckers would PAY!

	He looked around, again.  Quiet as a tomb.  He smiled to himself.
This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.  He stepped out from behind
a large oak tree, the silenced Uzi at the ready.

	"FREEZE, FUCKER!" came a shouted command from behind him.  He spun
and fired, stitching a dozen bullets into the tree and leafy canopy.  The
flash of a muzzle at the side of the tree surprised him.  Gawd!  That
hurts, he thought.  Two bullets had torn into him, spinning him about and
knocking him to the ground.  He heard footsteps thundering toward him.  The
Uzi was kicked out of his hand, the muzzle of a gun felt hot pressed
against his temple.  "CLEAR!" shouted a voice nearby.

	A voice above him snarled, "Who the fuck are YOU?"  The pain was
intense.  His vision was darkening.  He felt himself smile, despite the
pain.  He reached for the grenade, but his arm wouldn't move.  Had he been
shot in the arm?  Did the bullet break it?  Was the voice standing on his
arm?  Why couldn't he move?  The pain blasted through his questions.  He
moaned.  An ambulance siren wailed in the distance.  Fuck, this hurts!  I
hope he's coming for me.  I don't wanna die, he thought.  Then, why did you
do this, came the answer in his head?  Because THEY needed to die!

	Other voices barked orders.  "Check him for other ordnance!" one
voice shouted.

	"Done, Sir!" came a dim response.  Why can't I hear better, he
wondered.  "Pistol and a grenade, Sir."

	"Nothing in his hand that could trigger a bomb?"  The intruder was
unconscious, so he couldn't have triggered anything at this point.

	"No, Sir.  I checked already.  But, he's gone into shock and losing
blood.  He's unconscious, now, Sir."

	"Secure the perimeter," Gunny ordered the rest of the Marine
contingent.

	"And get more men on that fuckin' front gate!" shouted the
Lieutenant.

	"Yes, SIR!"  Gunny jumped to the order, sending another five men to
the front gate and the rest scurrying into the hedge surrounding the
Consulate.  "And get that hole in the fence plugged," he growled.  One of
the Marines raced back inside to find barbed wire or anything else that
would plug the gap in the chain-link fence until it could be repaired
properly.

	The Consulate was in an uproar.  The sounds of gunfire had awakened
everyone.  Lieutenant Garvey raced back inside to report to the Ambassador
what was going on, and to get the civilians into the basement where they
could be better protected.  Dave and I didn't know what to do.  Looking
outside could get us killed, going into the hallway to find out what was
going on would get us in the way, and possibly killed.  Dave suggested the
bathroom in our suite.  I nodded.  We streaked through the door and closed
it behind us, cowering in the shower.

	"Aren't we the brave heroes, now!" Dave smiled.

	There was a hurried knock on the suite door.  Someone entered.
"Mike!  Dave!  Where are you?" boomed the Lieutenant's voice.  What a sweet
sound!

	"We're in the bathroom," Dave shouted back as we left the shower
and opened the bathroom door.

	"Safe, but not safe enough," Garvey insisted, then, smiled at our
nudity.  "Get some pants on and follow me.  We're going to the basement
where we can protect you better."  We tugged on Levis and dashed after him.

	The Ambassador and Evelyn were already there with Leonard, two
staff employees we only knew by sight, and three tough-as-nails, scowling
Marines.  Their green, Kevlar vests couldn't hide their bare chests and
bulging muscles.  "Any other civilians on the premises who aren't in this
room?"  The Ambassador looked around and shook his head to the negative.
"I'll be right back," Garvey shouted over his shoulder as he raced back up
the stairway.

	We asked the Ambassador if he knew what was going on.  He only knew
there was an intruder on the grounds and gunfire had erupted.  That's all
the Lieutenant had told him.  We pressed our guards for more information,
but if they knew more, they weren't telling.

	Less than five minutes later, Garvey came back downstairs, sent our
guards out to patrol the grounds, and took us all upstairs to the
conference room.  "All is safe and secure, now, Sir. But, we have an
international problem that I'm dumping in your lap," he said to the
Ambassador.

	"Such as?" Matt asked.

	"The intruder's a Canadian, but was shot and wounded on
U.S. Consulate grounds.  He's been transported by ambulance to a Canadian
hospital, under guard from the RCMP," Lt. Garvey said.

	"Will he live?" Evelyn asked.

	"Probably, according to the ambulance people," the Marine replied.
"There'll be an investigation, but I'm not sure who would be conducting
it."

	"Leave that to me," the Ambassador said.  "State will probably
involve the FBI and the U.S. Marshal's Office.  But, I'm sure RCMP will be
assisting.  Because it happened on U.S. soil, our laws apply.  But, because
it happened at an Embassy, or Consulate in our case, there are special laws
that apply."

	"Yes, Sir," Garvey agreed.

	"Any ID on the guy?" the Ambassador asked.

	"None required," Garvey stated flatly.  "We pulled off his hood and
three of us ID's him immediately."  He paused, a grim smile on his lips.
"Connor!"


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