Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 18:45:30 -0700
From: Dan Kirk <kirkjr2@home.com>
Subject: Wreckers Chapter 3

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The Wreckers
Chapter 3 - Flying High

Ensign Justin Ackeman, US Navy, sat down on the bed in his quarters.  The
damn thing was too big to call a bunk, so he didn't even bother with proper
military terminology.  Hell, he hadn't even been in the Navy again for a
day yet.  But here he was, in the coolest (yes, cool as in the temperature)
building in this age when every last scrap of electricity was precious
beyond belief.  He was surrounded by four hot young men, and just finished
getting intimate with 2 of them in the shower.

To top it all off, he didn't even have to worry about getting caught.  It
was almost too much for him.  Memories of yesterday's events, which led to
all this, began to creep into his conscious thought.  Quickly, he got off
the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, determined not to face those
memories yet.  He grabbed the door of the wardrobe and opened it up.
Inside were 3 sets of standard issue BDUs.  They all had his name sewn on
them, and rank insignia of an Ensign.  Smiling to himself, he ran his
fingers over the insignia.  He'd always wanted to be an officer, but high
school dropouts don't make it, and neither do admitted homosexuals.  But it
appeared miracles do happen.

Pulling one set out, he also found a pair of spit polished boots now
sitting at the end of the bed.  They definitely looked big enough for his
size 13 feet.  But he also remembered that wearing a uniform, and boots,
without socks, underwear, and t-shirts was most uncomfortable.  Hoping
these guys were as efficient as they claimed, he opened the drawers on the
dresser.  Sure enough, they contained about 10 pairs of underwear, socks,
and undershirts.  Taking out a set of each, he set about getting dressed.

Standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed, he had to admit he looked
good.  Bleach blond hair, cut short and spiky, definitely would still pass
military muster, and he knew that physically he was in good shape now,
while yesterday he'd have probably been wheezing after a few laps around
the small gym in this building.  Taking a deep breath, he opened the door,
heading to the kitchen for some breakfast.

As he entered the mess hall, he noticed that both Arduk and Gutten were
already there, and dressed.  Both were drinking cups of coffee and chatting
easily with each other.  As they noticed him walking towards him, they both
snapped to attention.  Groaning, he said, "Enough of that, guys.  After the
last hour, you don't need to do that."

"With all due respect, Ensign," answered Sergeant Gutten, "we do.  Part of
our job is to reorient you to a military atmosphere and we only have a day
or two to do it.  As it is, I shouldn't have let you sleep until 0800, but
the general ordered to let you rest as much as needed.  So, as soon as
you've eaten, we'll give you a little bit to digest it.  Arduk here will
fill you in on changes to the UCMJ, Navy regs, and other pertinent
information.  Once he's done, you're mine, sir!"  The last was accompanied
by a very, very wicked grin.

"As you say, Sarge, for now, you're dismissed,." came the equally wicked
response.  The sergeant's face screwed up for a moment until Justin
continued, "As you said, Sergeant Gutten, I need to remember military
protocols, and I do seem to remember that officers dismiss enlisted men
when they have completed their tasks.  Very well, Marine, you may leave."
A smile crept over his face as the exasperated marine snapped to attention,
gave him an 'Aye, Aye, sir', about faced, and marched out of the room.
'You know,' he thought, ' I might get used to this'.

As he ate his meal, and drank his coffee afterwards, Airman Arduk briefed
him on the legal changes in regulations, protocol, etc.  As the briefing
wore on, Justin became somewhat concerned.  Since the 'Event' over a year
ago, the powers of the military had been greatly increased, even beyond
what was commonly known.  The penalties for disobeying orders had also
become worse. Telling himself he was just thinking too 'civilian', he
shrugged off the feelings and continued listening.

After the enjoyable shower with those two, the rest of the morning was a
letdown.  After Airman Arduk got done with his briefing, Sergent Gutten got
his revenge.  Apparently, Justin's physical fitness wasn't as good as he
thought.  Three hours later, an exhausted ensign stumbled back to his
quarters to get his gear for a shower.  A lonely shower and and 30 minutes
later, he sat down in the mess hall for a quick lunch.

As he was discussing the remainder of the day's activities with Airman
Jansen (and planning on how to get the cute stud into bed that night), the
hatch to the outside cycled.  In through the door came General Hutchinson.
As Sergeant Gutten yelled "Attention on Deck!", all three of them came to
attention. Following the general was a man dressed in a flight suit,
carrying another one with him.

"At ease, men" the general commanded.  He strode over towards Justin and
dismissed the enlisted men.  "Have a seat, Ensign" the general commanded as
he sat down also.  The man in the flight suit also sat down at the table.
"Ensign Ackeman, meet Major Hollis.  Major Hollis here is a pilot, and is
very glad to meet you, since you are how he's getting to fly home to his
family"

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand." stated a confused Justin.  "Fly me
where, and in a JET?!"

"Well, son, you are going to be sent to a training school back east.  This
school is classified, and very limited in who they allow in.  You are
wanted there very, very badly.  So badly, Washington has authorized the use
of thousands of gallons of irreplaceable fuel to get you there.  I would
ask if you had any questions, but any you have I probably can't answer."

"How about when do I leave, sir?"

"There's nothing like now, is there, Ensign?" said the heretofore silent
major.

"If that's the order, that's the order," answered a chagrined
Justin. 'Damn!' he thought. 'No sex with the other two!'

"Good, as soon as you're changed, we'll take you to the flight line.  There
should be a flight bag in your quarters.  Stow the uniforms and sundries
you have in it for the trip.  Your personal belongings from your apartment
will be sent via land to your destination.  They should arrive in a month
or so.  What are you waiting for?  Get moving!" snapped the general.

Justin grabbed the flight suit off the table and headed back to his
quarters.  No one was in the gymnasium as he passed through, much to his
regret.  As he entered his quarters, he stopped short at the sight of the
four soldiers in his room.  On his bed, the flight bag was already packed.
Not knowing what to say, he just stood in the open doorway.

Sergeant Gutten walked up to him, staring him right in the eyes (a very
weird feeling...he wasn't used to being looked eye to eye by someone as
tall as him).  In a soft voice, the sergeant said, "It's been good getting
to know you, sir, Good Luck." With that he kissed Justin right on the mouth
and walked out.

Next, Airman Arduk came up and said the same thing, and also gave him a
kiss and left also.

Airman Jensen smiled and said, "Well, luck wasn't with us this time.  Guess
I won't get the chance to sneak in here tonight now.  Good luck, sir!"
With that, both he and the marine corporal came up and kissed him on each
cheek and left him alone.

After standing there for a minute, cursing his bad luck, Justin stripped
out of the cammies and got into the flight suit.  Folding the cammies and
placing them in the bag with his other things, he was out of there in less
than 5 minutes. As he made his way through the empty gymnasium, he wondered
what was coming up next.  In the mess hall, Corporal Paulsen was waiting
for him, dressed in full gear, with his rifle slung.

"This way, if you please, sir," he said, motioning for the door.  No one
else was in sight, so he followed the handsome marine out.  Again, as he
made his way out the airlock door, the mid-afternoon heat was like a wall.
Picking up his stride, he hurried into the open hatch of the waiting APC.
Inside, the General and Major Hollis were waiting.  As soon as the hatch
closed, the vehicle's chiller began cooling the cabin to a bearable level.
The major leaned forward and briefed Justin on the ejection and emergency
procedures of the two seat fighter they would be flying.  He also briefed
him on their flight, and what he could expect.

They arrived at the flight line, and the two got out.  As soon as they left
the hatch of the APC, it closed and the vehicle headed off the flight line.
A pair of enlisted men waited by the aircraft to help strap the officers
in.  The man helping Justin pointed out the ejection handles, and what the
different dials and gauges meant.  It was an F-16 fighter, two seater
version, that he was strapped into.  He was trying not to remember all the
crashes that had happened following the 'event', as rotten fuel was found
too late.  And now, a year after the last aircraft (that he knew of) had
flown, here he was about to ride one across the country!

As soon as they both were strapped in, the pilot finished his pre-flight
routine and lift off check.  The plane's single engine started.  Hearing it
roar to life, Justin thought he could feel the waves of pleasure rolling
out of the pilot.  Keying the intercom, Justin asked the major, "Is this
your first flight since, um, you know?."

The pilot keyed back, "Yes, but don't worry.  I'm the best pilot on the
base, that's why you got me.  Well, that, and the fact that my wife and
kids are on the East Coast.  You just cut almost a year off my trip to see
them."

"A year?"

"Yeah, between the limited transportation between states, and the waiting
list for passengers, it takes over a year to get from one end of the
country to another, unless you're someone special, that is"

That comment rocked Justin.  He wasn't sure what exactly he was that
deserved this treatment, but he wasn't going to argue with it.  He'd never
flown in a fighter before, and now his first trip in one would be at a time
when every drop of fuel used could never be replaced.  He thought back to
the events at the bar, his friends dying, that cute kid pulling the gun and
being gunned down.  The clearance from the tower interrupted his unpleasant
reverie, and they rolled down the runway.

As the plane leaped into the air, the pilot let out a yell of pleasure.
Justin joined him.  A fighter was so much different than a passenger plane,
helicopter, or even the bomber he'd gotten to fly in.  Once they had
reached 30,000 feet, the view was incredible.  For the two hours of the
flight, the two chatted about things they saw, about flying.  Major Hollis
even let him take the stick for a few minutes, do a turn or two, then took
the stick back.  Definitely an experience that would most likely never be
repeated!  Flying a real, gas powered jet fighter.

As they approached the end of the flight, Major Hollis contacted their
destination, which strangely was only identified by a number "USAFB039".
This base, near what was left of Washington D.C., was one of the few
airports left that saw any air traffic. As the solitary F-16 landed, and
taxied to the appropriate hangar, the pilot shut down the engines as soon
as possible to preserve fuel.  An electric tow cart met it and towed it the
rest of the way.

Inside the hanger, two vehicles waited, both of them electric powered
humvees.  Four men waiting, all in uniforms.  As the two climbed down from
the cockpit, one walked up to the major and quietly talked to him for a
moment.  They walked towards one of the humvees, where Justin could see a
woman and two kids waiting inside.  As soon as the pilot got in, the
vehicle pulled out of the hangar and disappeared from sight.  The remaining
three men walked towards Justin, their faces unreadable.  As they got
closer, Justin suddenly realized he was back in the military and drew
himself to attention and saluted.  They returned his salute.  The highest
ranking man appeared to be a Lieutenant Colonel (Air Force).  With him were
a Marine Captain, and Navy Lieutenant (both these two were the same rank,
but their services used different titles.)

"Ensign Justin Ackeman?" inquired the colonel, knowing full well it would
be no one else. He also extended his hand towards the young man.

"Yes, sir!" answered Justin,.shaking his hand.

"Pleased to see you, son." The colonel let his arm fall back to his side as
he looked the young man up and down.  "I hope you enjoyed your flight, and
I hope you understand that it's not likely to be an experience you repeat."

"Yes, sir.  I am, however, confused as to what I'm doing here," Justin said
as he fished for some clues as to why this was happening.

"Well, son, why don't we get in the vehicle where we can discuss it more
easily?" the colonel said as he took Justin's arm and walked him towards
the humvee.  All four got in, and the driver, an enlisted man, took off as
soon as their seat belts were buckled.

No one said a word as the vehicle pulled out of the hangar, heading in a
different direction than the major's humvee had.  During the silent ride,
Justin tried to look around at the base and its surrounding environment.
Out of curiosity, he looked back in the direction the major's humvee had
gone.  In the distance, he thought he saw the vehicle the major and his
family had driven off in.  It was stopped besides the taxiway of the
airbase, and he thought he saw something bright red fluttering in the
gentle breeze.  Before he could do more than catch a brief glimpse, the
colonel in the front seat turned back and, noticing the direction of
Justin's gaze, cleared his throat, forcing the ensign to turn around.

"Did you enjoy your flight, son?" he asked.

Frustrated, and wanting to turn back around, Justin answered, "Yes sir, I
did.  My first time in a fighter, and probably my last.  Definitely a great
experience"

"Good, good, I'm glad to hear that.  You know, in the past year I think
there have been fewer than a dozen flights authorized by the government.
It's quite impressive that you got to be one of them," the colonel
chattered on, keeping the ensign's attention until the vehicle made a turn
down a street on the base.

Once the turn was made, he turned around and faced forward again.  The rest
of their drive was made in total silence.  They left the base behind and
headed into a wooded area which surrounded the base.  During the next hour,
the trip was made in total silence.  Several times, a sudden headache
seemed to hit Justin.  Every time, he concentrated on it, imagined it went
away, and eventually it did.  One time, when a particularly vicious one
hit, he imagined as if he pushed back real hard.  The marine captain at his
side grunted hard and gave him a nasty look.  Not quite sure what to make
of that, he didn't let himself think further.

At last, they pulled up to a nondescript little house in the middle of
nowhere.  Groaning to himself, Justin shuddered at the thought of all the
movies that had this same thing.  He couldn't believe the military actually
still did this sort of thing.  As they got out of the humvee, it took off,
the young driver goosing the electric engine as fast as it would go.  The
three officers led Justin inside the house, to the obligatory
elevator-disguised-as-a-closet and down they went, Justin shaking his head
the entire time.

Once they were in the elevator, the Navy lieutenant leaned in and
whispered, "I couldn't believe how cheesy it is either."

As the elevator reached its stop, far underground, they stepped out of it
and into a bustling underground chamber.  Pipes and conduits ran through
the ceilings and along the walls.  Men and women troops scurried through
the corridors, hurrying about on their own missions, all in uniforms, but
not one of them appeared armed.  After giving Justin a few minutes to look
around, the colonel started walking down one of the hallways.

"Welcome to the Advanced Psionics Education Center, Ensign.  This is where
you will be spending the next few months training for your future duties.
In these trying times, your country needs young men like you to take up
your duty and serve!  Here we will give you the tools and skills to do that
job."  As they continued down the corridor, Justin felt the word 'PSIONIC'
rumbling over and over in his head.

It was an impossible word. Impossible in the days of science.  But so was
everything else that had been going on.  He couldn't deny that less than a
day ago, he had been 36, now he was physically 17.  He had reached across
20 feet of space and strangled two men (killing them didn't bother him at
all, just how he had done it.).  Well, if that's what this was, then at
least he was gonna learn more about it!

Finally, the colonel stopped in front of what looked like a bomb blast
door, a couple of feet thick.  Turning to face Justin, the colonel gave his
final speech.  "From this point on, only students, graduates, and
instructors are allowed.  Only two groups of people are allowed back out,
Instructors and Graduates.  If I see you again, hope it is as one of those.
Otherwise, I'll be seeing you to give you your last meal."  With those
chilling words spoken, the colonel turned and walked back down the way they
had come.  The marine and navy officers took their places at either side of
Justin and motioned him forward.  As they passed through the great door, it
closed behind them, with a loud thud.

As the thudding echoed through the corridor they were now in, both the
officers around Justin began to shimmer and change.  Right before his eyes,
they seemed to grow several years younger, and began to look like identical
twins.  Sudden grins split their faces open.  The marine on his left spoke
first:

"Welcome, Justin!  I'm Curt, Curt Parker.  The squid behind ya is Jason
Parker, my brother.  If old coot face knew we were the ones escorting him,
he'd have had a heart attack.  Come on!"

Staring, completely lost, Justin followed the two brothers deeper into the
chamber.  Soon they entered what looked like a mess hall.

"This is the galley," announced Jason (Justin guessed from the Navy uniform
he wore), "believe it or not, they actually serve damn good food here.  You
came from Arizona, right?" Not even waiting for a response before
continuing his monologue, "Yeah, so the old fart general they have made his
boys run you through the spit and polish routine.  Don't worry, everyone
here may be military, but everyone's also officers.  There isn't an
enlisted man around.  So we are all casual.  We don't even wear rank on our
uniforms, just standard cammies.  You're gonna like it here, I promise.  We
all like each other and it's great being around other people like us.  Even
better, you won't find a single woman here, just us cocksuckers!"

His monologue was cut short at that when another man came into the
room. This man looked to be in his early twenties and was wearing
nondescript cammies.  At the sight of the three, he called out, "Curt,
Jason, glad to see you made it back.  Everything go OK?"  With a start,
Justin realized that the man's face was the one Curtis had been wearing.

"Yeah, David, it went perfect.  The only scare came when we were probing
Justin here and he pushed back. Almost made me lose the mask," answered the
young man on Justin's left.

"Good, then we know it works.  You two are gonna have to teach the others
how you did it.  Now, get lost while I orient the new recruit."  With that,
the two brothers raced out of the room, letting out whoops of victory.

"You'll have to forgive them their exuberance, Justin.  They're both 18 and
still act it. Now as I understand it, you're physically 36, right?" At
Justin's nod, he continued, "Good, and you look 18.  Is that something
you're projecting, or are you physically changed to that age?"

"Um, I'm not sure, but I look and feel like I did at 17, if that's what you
mean," stammered a confused Justin.

"Ah, that's right, the new rule is no explanations till you're here.  Well,
sit down, I've got a story to tell you."  As the two men sat at a table, a
kid about 14 appeared and brought a pitcher of ice tea and two glasses.
Laughing at the look Justin gave him, he laughed and scampered off.

"Don't worry, he isn't 14.  In fact, he was almost 60 when the change hit
him.  He reverted to 14 and hasn't changed since then.  He got here a month
ago and so far hasn't been interested in doing anything but what he feels
like for the moment. If he keeps it up much longer, the CO is gonna have to
do something none of us will like.

"Ok, now about the explanation.  As you are aware, a little over a year
ago, something happened to the world's oil supply, making it useless.  This
caused massive unrest throughout the world, and the near collapse of
civilization as we know it.  In the past year, impressive efforts led to
the stabilization of society at a lower level of technology, but still a
basically civilized level.  Riots were quelled, people's lives began to go
on.  Not as good as before, but they continued.  A few months into the
riots, it became obvious more than just oil was affected, although that was
the most immediate effect.  Chemicals were changed, their reactions
altered.  Some periodic elements became altered in a way we don't
understand, their very nature changed.  We also found patterns of changes
in people.

"In about .036% of the population, death occurred at the exact instance of
the change.  All from inexplicable causes.  By all medical science, they
should be alive, but they were dead.  They all also died at exactly the
same moment (at least all those examined in countries with advanced
medicine).  A young marine lieutenant, deployed with a squad in a middle
eastern country, found himself pinned down and his squad dead from an
ambush.  The bastards were taunting him, teasing him about what they were
going to do to his men's dead bodies.  Finally, his anger let loose and he
jumped from his hiding place.  Every single one of his attackers was dead.
They had choked on their own tongues.  In Brooklyn, a young man was
attacked by some street thugs right before the riots started.  As they were
beating him, his attackers suddenly burst into flame.

"I could go on and on.  Suffice it to say that a number of people
throughout the world experienced weird, almost magical rescues after the
'EVENT' happened.  Always it was a situation where the person felt their
life was in danger.  As near as we can tell, the percentage is lower than
that of those who died.  This might be because many of them didn't make it
through the riots, are still out there, or are in countries we have lost
contact with.  It doesn't matter.  It matters that we exist.  Some of us,
like you, were never in a situation where the ability made itself known.
Some of them, like you, found themselves in threatening situations, and
made themselves known.  We have orders out to every station in the country
to notify federal authorities if something happens like it did with you in
the bar.

"All those found in the US are brought here, for training.  We find out
what you can do, and we figure out ways to do it.  Then, as needs arise,
those classified as 'graduates' are sent out on special missions.  We have
a team with the President, and the Vice-President.  They specialize in
making sure they are secure.  Others are deployed for similar purposes as
necessary, and occasionally on some covert missions.

"You are here because of how you saved yourself in the bar.  You accessed a
part of yourself that you did not know existed.  Here, we will teach you to
access that part whenever you want to, and how to use it effectively.  When
you are ready, you will be sent on missions.

"Now, there is one more thing you need to know.  Every single person here
is male.  Or at least born male.  There's one or two who are learning to
change gender right now.  Further, every single one of us is gay."

At Justin's surprise, he smiled at him, a very knowing smile.

"Yep.  Every smack damn one of us.  It took a while before that became
apparent.  We actually figured it out when a few of us started sleeping
with each other, and shared names.  Between five of us,, the list ended up
being every single man here.  Man, the brass was pissed about this.  They
started screening potential recruits too, and found that each and every one
of them was gay too.  Now, they are resigned to the fact and have even made
some changes to the welcoming centers at various bases.  >From the way
you're blushing I take it yours had some good troops too?

"You might say that.  Best damn shower I've had in years, hell, the daisy
chain was one of the best ever too," Justin replied, still blushing a
little.  Glad the table hid his hard-on.

"Damn!  That's definitely a story you're gonna have to tell me.  So,
anyway, about 8 months ago this school was set up.  There are three groups
living here.  Students, Graduates, and Instructors.  For now, you are a
Student.  Once you have shown yourself capable of using your ability well,
you will be re-classified as Graduate.  If you exhibit exceptional skill at
developing new techniques, or at teaching students, you will become an
Instructor.

"Even after you graduate, you will reside here when not on a mission.  I
know it's not much, but welcome home.  For today, go ahead and explore the
complex on this side of the door.  Do not try to leave, though.  The people
on the other side will not look kindly on it, and there are no second
chances.  Starting tomorrow, we'll have one of the Instructors come and
give you lessons.  The first lessons are given one on one.  Once you have
learned to reach your ability with regularity, you will proceed to
beginning classes.

"Beginning and Intermediate classes are taught in groups.  As you show
proficiency in certain skills, advanced instruction is scheduled one on
one.  Some advanced course are taught even if a student is still in
Beginning or Intermediate classes.  With you, we now number a total 142
people.  I am the officer assigned to cover basic orientation, and will be
teaching you your first lessons.  In total, there are 18 instructors, 64
graduates - of whom 34 are deployed, and 60 students.  Any questions?
Good, then I'll show you to your quarters.  You're looking tired."

With that, David stood up and led Justin out of the mess hall.  Within a
few minutes, Justin was hopelessly lost.  The effects of his workout this
morning, the flight here, the ensuing drive, and now this, had worn him
out.  Despite the opportunity to explore his new home, he felt no desire to
do anything but sleep.  The quarters he was shown was small, but
comfortable.  A double bed, desk/dresser, mirror, wardrobe, and two chairs
comprised the sum total of furnishings.  As David smiled and left him
alone, Justin fell onto the bed and drifted off to sleep without bothering
to remove his clothes.