Date: Fri, 04 Nov 2005 05:45:23 +0000
From: Randy Dragon <naughtydragon69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mission (military) Part 9

Disclaimer:
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.
If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,
then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between
consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior
discussed in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment
and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what
the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be
accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.


The Mission (Part 9)

Dwight and Mike were leaning against the bar. It was 3:00 AM and the early
morning disco session at the `Pink Cock' was in full swing. Sweaty bodies
were dancing to the rhythm of techno rock. Most of the patrons were naked
down to their waists. The scent of testosterone was hovering, however, the
two marines had other things on their mind than giving in to the demands of
their horny bodies.

"Now we finally got hold of Brock. I hope we can talk some sense into Wade.
Taylor was sure he'd show up looking for his brother," Dwight said.

"That was a nice nabbing, I give him that. Kyle's bro is a clever cookie,"
Mike sipped from his beer.

"You can tell him that yourself," Dwight pointed to Kyle Henderson, who was
approaching them together with Lee the Korean advisor.

"Hi! Did anyone see my `lil bro? He's supposed to hang around somewhere
here." Kyle said.

"Your `lil brother did a mighty good job on Brock Rowley, you know. Snatched
the fucker right in front of his crew," Mike grinned.

"Yeah, I heard that. As I said, Tayl is quite resourceful," Kyle looked
somewhat uncomfortable.

"Your brother has an amazing natural instinct to exploit a man's weakness,
which is quite intriguing," Lee said.

Dwight gave the Asian a warm smile. There was a strange attraction, he felt
towards the lean Korean, which he could not really explain to himself.  This
attraction was growing like his dick in the confinement of his jock strap,
when Lee returned his smile and greeted him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

`Shit,' Dwight thought, `I am turned on like a cheap alley whore.' He felt a
strong urge to grab the Asian man and to take him straight away to the dark
room, where they had had their first lustful encounter. Then his horny
thoughts were interrupted by Mike who was welcoming the latest arrival.

"Speaking of the devil!  How are you, young hero? " The marine grinned
broadly at the young man, dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of camo
pants that looked quite baggy on his lean frame.

"Oh, I'm doing great! " Taylor replied, "Hi all!"

"Where have you been?  I have been looking for you all over." Kyle said.

"Relax Babe, I'm grown up now, you know. " Taylor punched his brother
playfully on the hard biceps. "I just went to the cinema, you know, needed
to chill after the hot job."

"You went to a movie?" Kyle asked obviously startled," we have a serious
matter going on here.  And you have nothing better to do than to watch a
fucking movie?"

Before Taylor could reply, he was roughly seized from behind and Dwight
learned from Billy's concerned look from behind the bar that definitely a
serious matter had come up.

Turning around, he recognized Wade Rowley, holding Taylor in an iron grip.
There were two other big men with hard hats and tool belts - obviously
construction workers - who were holding Kyle by his arms. To make matters
even more frightening.  There were five other muscular men around the bar
table wearing hard hats and armed with tools.  Taylor had been right,
predicting Wade Rowley would show up, looking for his brother.  However,
Taylor had not expected that Wade would bring the entire construction crew.

"Oh Shit! " A curse escaped from Billy's mouth.

"Hey Miles, is that him?" Wade asked a husky man in his mid-20s, who was at
his side. Miles was about 6.1 foot tall. He had curly black hair and grew a
little goatee from his sensuous jaw.  He was wearing a black tank top
displaying awesome chiseled biceps, and a pair of tight cut-off jeans,
holding an impressive package behind the fly. The dark tanned construction
worker had a tool belt around his narrow waist. The strong, naked legs ended
in bare feet clothed in heavy dusty, work boots.

"Yeah, that's him.  He was driving the fucking limousine, " Miles growled
glaring furiously at Taylor.

"And there.  This is the fucking gook," Hank shouted angrily. "I remember
the slit-eye as well." He was pointing at Lee, who was immediately
surrounded by three other men from the construction crew.

"Now isn't that a surprise?  And I know our two soldier boys here." Wade was
looking menacingly at Dwight and Mike.

"Didn't I tell you to fucking stay out of our affairs and mind your own
business? " Wade glared at Dwight, "what have you done to my brother? " He
looked at Billy. "If you have any part in this, asshole, I swear, we will
take everything and everyone here inside apart until we have found Brock!"

"Now listen, Wade, calm down," Dwight said," Brock is doing fine, and we
will bring him down here right away."

He gave a nod to Billy, who hastily spoke a few words into his
walkie-talkie.

"Wade, we just want to talk to you. We need yours and your brother's help..."
Dwight tried to explain the situation.

"That's a fucking strange way to ask for help!" Wade snapped.

"I know, I know, how that must look like, but... but as Hank was not around. I
didn't know, what to do else, and... and you were not too cooperative either,"
Dwight stuttered, desperately struggling to get his arguments together.

"I'm listening now," Wade replied but didn't look too interested.

"Billy, this is not the place to discuss.  Can we use your office?" Dwight
asked.

"Sure, no problem," Billy pointed to the back of the bar.  He looked
relieved as the obvious risk of a ruckus inside his bar was gone. They all
were walking towards Billy's office and were joined by two bouncers who had
brought Brock, who was still walking on shaky legs.

"Good to have you back bro." Wade gave his brother, a short hug. Miles,
however, was hooting in obvious joy and hugged Brock wildly.

"Woohaa, Baby, I'm okay, I'm okay, " Brock laughed.

Inside the office the noise from the bar room subsided. Finally, Dwight
managed to explain their predicament, and that they needed of the two
brothers dearly.
Brock looked amused, and somehow interested and so Dwight was beginning to
hope that all would come to a good ending and that the brothers would join
them in the mission.

"You must be joking," Wade barked angrily."  You are kidnapping my brother,
after you have tried already.  You wanted snatching me as well, and you
seriously believe that we come with you to Korea and risk out life to save a
stupid Marine who couldn't cover his butt."

"We never leave anyone behind!" Mike replied angrily.

"Yes, YOU don't, but we are no longer with YOU," Wade replied sternly.

"But Hank thought you might reconsider..., " Dwight pleaded.

"Then Hank was thinking bloody wrong." Wade interrupted him rudely.

"You mind your own business and solve your problems, and I'm telling you
again, leave us out of this! Now we are almost done, but before we leave
there is a score to settle, so that you learn your lesson for good."  Wade
got up from his chair and before anyone could react he had Taylor by his
throat.

"Get your hands off my brother, you fucking bastard," Kyle wanted to come to
the rescue, but was quickly subdued by the construction crew.

"Nnnnooo!" Taylor was writhing, while Wade was pinning him facedown on
Billy's desk.

"Now you're going to learn to mind your own business, son," Wade started to
unbuckle Taylor's camos.

"Let him go," everybody looked in surprise at Brock, who still looked
amused.

"What?" Wade asked in disbelief.

"Let him go, " Brock repeated," the boy is okay. I like him."

"What?"  Now it was Miles, who asked disbelievingly.

"I think we better leave.  It has been a long day, and I need a shower and
to crash." Brock said. He gave Taylor a conspiratorial grin and hugged Miles
around his shoulders. Wade shot Dwight an angry look and pointed with his
head to the door.

"We are outta here, boys, " Wade barked. First there was some reluctant
grumbling, but then, the crew shrugged their shoulders and left the office.

"You fuck with us again, and I swear, you will not get off that easy next
time," Wade snarled and slammed the door shut behind him. They got into the
van with the labels of the construction company, which was parked in front
of the `Pink Cock'. Wade, Brock and Miles were sitting in front, while their
six crewmates were squeezing their hunky bodies into the back.

"I'll drive you home first, drop the guys at the company and join you
later," Wade said when he started the engine. "You have something to explain
bro..."

In the office, people started to relax.

"Oh my God! That was close. " Billy sighed in relief.

"What the fuck was that?" Dwight looked at Taylor incredulously. "What have
you going on with Brock?"

"I have no idea, I swear," Taylor mumbled.  He was buckling his belt,
avoiding Dwight's look.

"What are you going to do now?  I don't think that you will ever be able to
convince the two gentlemen to help you."  Lee asked.

"Frankly, I have no fucking idea." Dwight looked desperate.

"You can twist it.  You can turn it as much as you like, but in the end we
are running short of muscle here," Mike said. "If you want this mission to
have a chance of success, you have to bring Chuck back."

"I don't know," Dwight looked hesitant.

"Now come on, if you don't want to call him, I can do it."  Mike offered.

"Where is he anyway?"  Kyle asked.

"That's easy to find out," Mike replied, and went to the phone on Billy's
mahogany desk.

"May I?" He asked.

"Be my guest," Billy nodded.

Mike punched in some numbers and a cell phone started ringing.

"What the ...?" He looked startled at Taylor, where the sound was coming from.

"Oh fuck, no!" Kyle glowered at his brother, who was visibly blushing,
desperately trying to silence the cell phone in the pocket of his camo
pants.

"What are you doing with Chuck's cell phone?  And by the way, I was
wondering already aren't this his pants?" Mike asked.

"I can't believe it!" Dwight slammed his fist on the desk.

"Tayl! What have you done to him?" Kyle rushed to his brother and seized his
arms.

"What are you talking about?" Mike asked.

"My `lil bro has bagged your buddy, that's what we are talking about." Kyle
replied.

"What? No way! Your brother, a civilian, could never take down a
well-trained 200 lbs. recon marine in top condition!" Mike shook his head.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Dwight said, "and now Brock's unexpected
benevolence does begin to make sense. Doesn't it, Taylor?"

"Spit it out, bro, no more games!" Kyle was shaking his brother.

"Ok, ok! I guess the juicing is complete by now anyway," Taylor shrugged and
started his `confession'.  The eyes of his audience grew wide in disbelief
and he liked it.


                                                              * * *


"You should've seen his face when the boy mounted him, " Brock gloated.

"You're kidding, huh? "Miles asked.

"No kidding," Brock affirmed," the boy was screwing the fucker right on top
of me. It was so hot, he made me cum as well. But the best was, when he put
a dog collar on him and leashed him like a pet.  No, man, the boy is cool.
I like him. Really."

"Oh, is that so," Miles asked annoyed.

They arrived at Brock's and Wade's house.

"Here you are," Wade said, "just let me take the guys to the company.  I'll
be back in a minute."

Brock and Miles left the car and said goodbye to the cheering crew. While
driving off, Wade watched in the rear mirror his brother and Miles embracing
and walking towards the door.  There won't be too much sleep tonight, I
reckon, he grinned to himself.

He was only one block away, when a traffic light switched to red.  At that
wee hour of the morning he usually wouldn't have bothered, but when he saw
the exotic black-haired beauty in her skintight leather suit, he hit the
brakes hard.  The guys in the back of the car were leaning over the back of
the front-seat, curious to know what had caused the abrupt stop.

"Wooha! Look what we found here! " Hank was hooked at once.

"I guess it's nothing wrong to have some fun, huh? " Hank said with a lewd
grin.

"Haul the bitch in!" Another guy roared from behind. Everyone was hooting
and laughing.

Hank got out of the car and strutted over to the lonely woman.

"Hi gorgeous, " he said, with his most winning smile," can we help you?"

"My cab didn't show, so if you can give me a ride.  I would be pleased." She
answered with a sweet Asian accent.

"A ride? Of course, we can do that, and it will be our pleasure," Hank
chuckled.

The woman gave him a lovely smile and linked her wrist under his brawny arm.
He could smell her perfume, and felt his dick twitching anticipation.  The
crew was hooting and whistling when their buddy returned to the car.

"Hi, that is so nice of you boys," she was purring while sitting down on the
passenger seat beside Wade.

"Hey, why don't you come back and care little bit about us?" Hank asked
disappointed.

"Oh don't you worry, Baby I'll take good care of all of you," she sneered.

The crew roared with laughter about the apparent joke.  Wade, however,
hadn't lost the instincts the Marine Corps had trained him and turned
suspiciously to the stranger.  She was holding a cigarette-like small
silvery pipe at her lips. His hands hadn't even left the steering wheel when
the tiny bamboo arrow was hitting him accurately right behind his ear.

"NNgg!" A gurgling retched from his throat and his heavy body collapsed over
the wheel. The woman produced a glass flask from her pocket and threw it
into the back of the car.

"What the fuck is going on?" Hank asked when the flask shattered into
pieces. A strong, acrid odor filled the car forcing the men to retch and
cough. All havoc broke loose. Two of the hunks had opened their flies and
were stroking their dicks, when it hit them. When they tried to get out the
rear door, their ankles got trapped in their trousers. They stumbled, fell
and created an obstacle to their crewmates who tried as well desperately to
escape. None of them made it to the door.

The car was filled with the coughing and moaning of the six hunky men who
were slumping one by one on the floor. The woman who was amazingly not
affected at all by the strange fumes waited until there was silence.  Then
she fetched her cell phone.

"Master, the packages are ready for pickup," she said.

Moments later, a black lorry stopped behind the van. Dark-clad figures
emerged from the lorry and carried the unconscious men inside their vehicle.

Back at the house Brock's ass was pressed flat against the glass wall of the
shower cabin. Hot water was pouring onto the two muscle-packed bodies
rinsing the sweat from a hard day's work and sexual workout down the drain.
Steam filled the narrow cubicle. Miles was on his knees. His hands were
kneading Brock's hefty nuts. The foreman's 12-inch man tool was completely
swallowed by his fuck-buddy's throat. Miles was the only man whom Brock knew
who was able to take him wholly.

Miles was an expert cock-sucker and Brock was ready to explode. The cabin
began to shake when his husky body started to hump Miles' face responding to
the bobbing head between his thighs.

"Ffuck, that feels good," Mike heard Brock groan and knew his friend was
close. He stopped sucking and let the throbbing shaft slip from his throat.
He grinned when Brock uttered a disappointed grunt. His fingers closed
firmly under the swollen crimson mushroom-head and squeezed the penis with a
painful vise-like grip.

"Shit! You bastard!" Brock howled and hunched down. He pulled Miles up and
forced him into a hot French kiss. Miles was the only one who could dare to
stop his heated arousal so brusquely.

"I missed you buddy, I thought I'd lost you," Miles gasped between the
kisses. He rubbed his hairy body against Brock's. Musky scenting lather was
covering their broad backs and oozing down their legs.

"Ah you know, it's not so easy to take me down.  You should know better,"
Brock muttered.  He was nibbling at the golden ring in Miles' earlobe.

"Why did you get into the car anyway?  Was it the money?  Or was it because
of the guys?" Miles was kneading Brock's sculpted pecs.

" 'cause of those guys, of cour.... Aaaaaargh, you motherfucker!" Brock
screamed when Miles twisted his nipples painfully.

"I knew it! You have a crush on that boy!" Miles hissed.

"Ha! Somebody is jealous!" Brock cheered while rubbing his pecs.

"Fucker!" Miles hugged his buddy and pulled him into a kiss.  Brock's big
hands grabbed Miles' firm buttocks. He bent his knees slightly and lifted
his friend without apparent effort. Miles' legs closed around Brock's waist.
Without breaking the kiss, Brock pushed the glass door open with his ass and
carried his friend into the dimly lit bedroom. The two entangled wet bodies
landed heavily on the large king-sized bed.

The two lovers were unaware of the two figures dressed in black overalls
with face masks of the same color, who were standing silently at the wall,
which was decorated with Miles' favorite  `Phantom of the Opera'-poster. He
loved the show and had watched it a dozen times already.

The two uninvited guests were watching the two hunks moving into a 69
position. Slurping noises, gasps and moans filled the room. Miles was
kneeling on top of Brock sliding the monster cock up and down his throat.
This time his own dick was sucked as well. Shudders were running through his
body, while Brock's fingers played with his ass-hole.

"Do you want to fuck?" He asked Brock hoarsely.

"Yeah!" came the muffled reply.

"Okay, but wait a sec..." Miles got up from the bed and almost collided with
one of the unwanted visitors. Hadn't his mind being clouded by his
horniness, he would certainly have realized that they were not alone in the
bedroom. But he wanted to get fucked, and he needed to get fucked. So he
just reached down to the floor where they had discarded their clothes,
fetched his hard hat and his tool belt and jumped back on the bed, where
Brock was concentrating on lubing up his fuck pole. He straddled Brock, who
grinned when his buddy fastened the belt around his narrow hips and put the
hard hat on.

"I know you like that, huh?" Miles grinned back.

"Yeah, I like it," Brock wriggled his hips and aimed his dick between Miles'
expectantly spread butt cheeks. Same as Miles had no difficulty swallowing
Brock's cock, he could easily take his friend's manhood up his shit chute.
Bracing himself against Brock's broad chest, he started to hump.

"Oh yeah Baby, ride that dick," Brock was bucking under him, his eyes half
shut.

Soon their lovemaking gathered speed.  The two bodies were covered in sweat.
The mattress was squeaking rhythmically and the frame of the bed was bumping
against the wall. The tools on Miles' belt were rattling.

"Fuck me, give it to me!" Miles hollered, "Yeah, plow that tight ass!"

He was riding Brock like a madman. Brock's heavy body was bouncing up and
down. He was breathing heavily, and his head was lolling left and right.

"Oh man, you are so tight. That feels so fucking good." Brock moaned in
lustful agony.

"You like it, huh? You like it when I'm riding you like a bronco?" Miles
huffed. He wriggled his hips now. The hard hat had slipped into his neck.
He knew from Brock's flushed expression, that his buddy wouldn't last much
longer.

"Cum for me Baby, I make you fucking cum for me," Miles yelled," I hump your
hot man-juice right from your churning balls. I drain you good, man, ohh
ffuuck!"

Brock felt his balls contracting. He realized that his friend was close as
well, and he wanted to them to cum together. His calloused hand traveled
across the sculpted six-pack abs and closed over Miles' sensitive cock-head
and he started to jack his friend's swollen dick with short and fast
strokes.

"Oh you fucker, yesss!" Miles howled. His body humped totally out of
control. Again and again he impaled himself on Brock's shaft that seemed to
fill his entire guts. He had found the proper angle and rammed the rock-hard
dick-head on his love button without mercy. He was so carried away that he
didn't feel the sting of the arrow that pierced his flexing butt cheek.
Suddenly the room was spinning.

"Huhh!" His dick erupted in Brock's hand, gushing a huge white stream of his
man-seed across his buddy's, hairy chest, hitting him straight into the
reddened face. The last thing he felt, before his world went dark, were the
pulsing spurts of Brock's cum flooding his guts.

Brock saw the astonished look on his friend's face and grinned, thinking
that he had managed to surprise Miles, making him cum faster than expected.
Miles' body landed heavily in the pool of cum he had just produced on
Brock's hairy chest.

"Yeah fuck, uuuuurghhh ...huhh!" Brock's back arched when Miles' sphincter
went tight. The climax hit his body. With every contraction of his balls he
pumped his cum inside the quivering rectum. Then, slightly confused, he
registered that his buddy's ass ring had relaxed. Miles crouched on him
almost as if he had passed out. His body was still shuddering in the sweet
aftershocks of the orgasm, when Miles' body was suddenly pulled up.

"What ..?" he asked light-headed the hooded figure that was kneeling on the
bed lifting Miles up.

But after a moment of shock his Marine instincts came to the rescue. His
body shot up and his hands closed around the invader's throat. Brock's still
hard cock was flapping wildly. The man in black croaked, but didn't try to
break the hold around his throat. Instead he reached into a pocket of his
black gear and rammed a tiny arrow right into the hunk's hard-muscled chest.

"Fuck!" Brock released one hand and ripped the dart from his pec. He rose
into a kneeling position pushing the gasping and retching man in front of
him. The room went blurry and he realized that a part of the arrow's poison
must have entered his blood stream. He raised his fist and prepared to
finish his attacker with a bone-braking punch, when he felt a sting in his
buttock.

His head turned and he saw a second figure lurking behind him, just lowering
a small metal pipe. The whole scene seemed to slip away from him. He was
awkwardly marveling at the white mask and the red Rose on the `Phantom of
the Opera'-poster, hanging at the wall behind the second invader. That's
cool he thought and admired mask and Rose shining so nicely in the dimly lit
room. Miles likes it so much, he thought, while all his power was sapped
from him. Brock realized that he couldn't control his body anymore. His arms
were hanging limp from his torso. The cum-dripping monster cock went flaccid
and dangled slack between his quivering thighs. Like in slow motion he
watched as the man in front of him sank another dart into his unprotected
chest.

"Miles? Where is ...." Brock Rowley was out cold before his body hit the
mattress with a dull thud.


                                                                     * * *


The man with his shell-rimmed glasses was wearing an old-fashioned brown
office suit and a crinkled shirt. He was probably 47 or 48 years old.
Although Major Benjamin O'Rourke's office was well air-conditioned, the man
was sweating.  Nervously he fetched a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe
the sweat from his forehead.

It was a 7 a.m. and the men looked tired.  They hadn't slept at all, and
when the Captain had called them in for the briefing there had barely been
any time to take a shower and dress in fresh uniforms.
The Major looked at the two Sergeants, Dwight Collins and Kyle Henderson,
the Korean adviser Choi Lee Kwan, who was sitting on the couch with Kyle's
brother Taylor.  As if keeping a safe distance from them there were Lance
Corporal Chuck Riley and Private Mike Johnson standing at attention.

The Major noticed that the head of the hunky Lance Corporal was shaved bald
and that the Mohawk was gone.

"Lance Corporal!  It has been brought to my attention that there are some
movie clips on the Internet showing you in distasteful activities," the
Major said.

"Sir!  Yes, Sir!" Chuck shouted.

"Sir!  Request permission to speak on behalf of the Lance Corporal Sir!"
Mike asked.

"At ease, you two. It is quite honorable, what you're trying to do Private,"
Ben said almost paternal," but this is not a court-martial - not yet at
least."

"As it looks," The Major harrumphed," you will get away with it this time,
Lance Corporal, because we have more important things to deal with and we
need you. Of course," the Major looked sternly at Taylor," we know what you
were up against.  So if it happens again, try to come out on top!"

"Sir!  Yes, Sir!" Chuck shouted. Taylor grinned broadly and promptly got a
warning look from his brother.

"Now, that this is settled, let's talk about our special mission," Ben
looked at Dwight.

"Sir! The Sergeant regrets to inform the Major that we are not ready yet."
Dwight sounded devastated.

"Ready or not, you will leave tonight!" The Major replied.

"Sir!  But Sir ..." Dwight was visibly shocked.

"It seems that our plan to rescue our boy and bring him home has developed
into a matter of national security," Benjamin O'Rourke said and the room
went silent.

"This is agent `Smith' from ...uhm ... a special agency, who will brief you."
The Major walked around his desk and sat down on his big leather chair

"Agent Smith, whenever you're ready..." Ben said and lighted a cigar.

The man touched nervously his glasses and cleared his throat.

"As you are all aware, about 8 months ago, Captain Chet Durango disappeared
from Camp Tango, one of our bases alongside the DMZ in Korea. The Captain
had apparently been drugged and kidnapped by a certain Colonel in the RDEI,
whose name is Kim Non Poo." Smith said.

"Sir, if you please, RDEI stands for Research Department for External
Intelligence, " Lee interrupted politely," and the Colonel's name is Kim
Nang Po."

"Oh yes.  Thank you," Smith was nervously gnawing at his lower lip.

"We found that Captain Durango is held captive in an old temple complex
somewhere in the West of North Korea. The location is South of Nampo in a
small village Suyang-dong in the Nine Moon Moutains region." The agent
continued.

"Sorry, but we know that all," Dwight interrupted impatiently.

"There have been complications," Smith replied.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, "did the fucking gooks kill our man?"

"To the best of our knowledge, Captain Durango is still alive," the agent
answered.

"So? " Dwight asked.

"It's not just one anymore, you know. We have other men missing," the agent
said.

"We didn't realize at first, because we couldn't link it. I mean, people are
disappearing all the time, you know." Smith was looking apologetically.

"We believe it started about four months ago. Two of our Navy SEALs
disappeared from a brothel in Rio de Janeiro. We have other reported missing
staff from Europe, and some from Africa, but most didn't report back for
duty in Asia - many of them in Bangkok and in Okinawa." Smith explained
eagerly.

"How many are unaccounted for?" Ben asked.

"60," the agent replied," at least until yesterday."

"What does this mean?" Kyle asked.

"Well, we have reason to believe that we're looking at 69 missing men so
far," Smith said.

"I have learned that you tried to recruit Mr. Brock and Mr. Wade Rowley for
your mission."

"Yes, but I failed to convince them, but... but what does this have to do with
the missing guys?" Dwight was confused.

"Brock and Wade Rowley have been abducted yesterday, together with seven
members of their construction crew," it was as if Smith had dropped a
bombshell in the office. Everybody was standing and shouting.

"Silence!" The Major yelled.

"How is that possible? And how do you know, they have been abducted? And how
could that be linked to Chet Durango?" Dwight asked.

"The construction company reported the crew missing this morning. They were
supposed to be on an early assignment at 5 a.m. The police found the
company's van empty and abandoned only one block away from Brock's and
Wade's house.

There were obvious signs of a struggle and in the bedroom they found this,"
Smith fetched a small bamboo arrow carefully sealed into a plastic wrap from
the pocket of his jacket.

"Now this is a blowpipe dart, the tip is of course poisoned.  We are still
analyzing it, but I'm pretty much sure that the tests will tell us that the
substance on the tip of this arrow is a strong plant-based tranquilizer that
can shut down any human neural system almost instantly." Smith continued.
"We found a similar arrow in a gay sex club in Bangkok, after one Marine had
been abducted."

"Okay, I understand how your linking the cases, but how does it match with
Durango?" Chuck asked.

"Last week, Master Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty was abducted from a hospital in
Basra/ Iraq. ..." the agent said.

"Hank! What the fuck are you talking about? I had him on the phone only a
few days ago?" Dwight shot up from is chair.

"Indeed, you talked to him, over one of our satellite phone lines," the
agent grinned proudly. "The guy who apparently captured O'Dowerty, his name
is Rashad by the way, used the satellite phone and called a guy in Korea.
His name is Master Huang, or at least he is linked to him. We couldn't only
trace this call.  It was of course recorded as we keep records of all phone
calls on military lines for at least three months."

"We know that Hank O'Dowerty has been sent to Korea, and he will most likely
join Chet Durango." Smith concluded.

"We have learned as well from that phone call that the Koreans are supplying
arms to terrorists and insurgents in exchange for healthy, muscular
Americans who are in prime shape. You see, it is no longer that somebody is
purposefully abducting military personnel. Somebody is methodically
harvesting American hunks and sending them off to North Korea."

"That all sounds still a bit mumbo-jumbo to me," Kyle said doubtful."  Okay,
we have the construction crew, but that might have happened, because they
were with Brock and Wade."

"There is as well, a missing Trent Crusher, Linebacker at your college
football team," Smith replied.

"Crusher as well?" Chuck asked startled.

"But why is all this happening?" Dwight asked.

"We have a theory, but I should admit that it's very vague ...," Smith said
hesitantly.

"Now come on and tell us the whole story!" Ben blustered, puffing big clouds
of smoke.

"Well, you know, we found the remains of a glass flask in the company van.
There were still some drops of liquid at the shards. One of the Cops touched
it and felt instantly dizzy and almost passed out. His colleague, of Asian
origin - his parents immigrated from Japan - didn't feel anything, although
he stupidly sniffed at the thing.

Now, interestingly, our analysts know that substance. We have encountered it
recently in Iraq, after some insurgent attacks on our troops. It seems to be
a kind of bio-engineered weapon, where the agent is linked to a certain
genetically disposition. If the substance encounters the triggering genes,
in this case Caucasians, the agent is released and causes the desired
effect, which could be just stunning or even fatal, depending on the very
nature of the agent.

This all started after Rashad's phone call to Korea. It is amazing how
quickly the Koreans managed to send that stuff to Iraq, but it is
impossible, that they could have developed it within a couple of days only.
So we believe, they're working on it already for quite some time. They have
systematically collected, the genetic material for their research, and now
we have all reason to believe that they have succeeded."

"You mean a biochemical weapon that selects its targets by race?" The Major
asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid, yes," Smith nodded," but I think, they try to fine-tune it, so
that they can be selective with in a race and target selected nationalities
based on certain genes."

"Certain genes?" The Major's voice was suddenly icy, "you mean: us."

"Imagine, what that means," Taylor started talking," you can drop such a
shell for instance on the beach and the shit will hit only American
surfers."

"Tayl, this is not funny!" Kyle snapped agitated.

"Send in the fly boys and nuke the whole fuckin' temple," Chuck blurted.

"Unfortunately we can't do that," Smith replied hastily.

"First, as I said, it is just a theory. We don't know for sure. Then we have
to consider, that if it is true, there will be about 70 hostages in the
facility."

"So what can we do?" Dwight asked.

"We have to look closer." Smith shrugged.

"This is why you are leaving tonight." The Major said. "Your mission is, to
gather intelligence about this temple. If it is true, what agent Smith
suspects, you will tag the facility electronically for a precision air
strike and of course you will make sure that any hostages would be
extracted, before we take these fuckers out."

"Sir! Yes Sir!" The men shouted.

(to be continued... )