They Walk Among Us Ch. 03

'This is going to hurt a bit kid,' he thought.

As he slid his finger off the trigger guard, he suddenly winched in pain as three hard paint balls shattered on his lower back. When Kevin heard the report of Adam Dawson's weapon he pulled the trigger of his own modified AR-15 and fired three shots to his left without looking up. He heard a low moan from about twenty yards away and knew he hit his intended target. Frank Griffin's moans were joined by the other remaining Bravo squad members.

Adam Dawson stood up from his hiding spot and approached the paint covered fire team. He had a shit eating grin on his face when he stood over Stall's prone body.

"Morning Andy, beautiful day isn't it," he told him.

"Yeah Adam it's just a great fucking day. But the day isn't over yet," he replied as he stood up and walked over to his gathering team.

"Oh if you're referring to Jenkins, he's about a click east of here. You guys should be able to find him, he'll be the one with three little paint marks, tied to a large oak tree," Adam Dawson told the pissed off Seal.

"Griffin, Berkley, you two fuckups go get Jenkins and get back here on the double," Stall screamed at his fellow teammates.

"Alpha squad, on me," Dawson yelled at his fire team.

When everyone was gathered around the Lieutenant he looked at the twenty three year old point man and stared at him sternly.

"Your day isn't done by a long shot rookie. You still have to get us to the extract point with the package – alive," he told him.

"Aye, Aye Sir," Kevin said as he saluted and headed off towards the prisoner.

As the fire team followed Kevin down the path, Bob Holiday came up to stand next to his team leader who was watching them fall into a defense posture.

"I gotta tell you Adam that kid has been on the mark all morning. So are you going to join the others in their adoption claim?" he asked.

Fuck you Bob. We aren't home yet, now fall in or you can walk home," Dawson told his team Chief.

"Aye, Aye Sir," he said as he saluted and walked away laughing.

Lieutenant Adam Dawson watched his team head off and couldn't help but agree with Holiday's assessment. The green Seal had been very impressive so far. One thing was for sure, he was going to enjoy the fact that Bravo Squad just got nailed by a kid.

About an hour later Alpha squad was a hundred yards from the extraction LZ, complete with a 160-pound dummy they used as a prisoner. Dan Vasquez was glad they were almost there; he was chosen to hump the extra weight of the dummy the whole way. When Kevin stopped ahead, V-man let out a sigh of happiness at the impending break.

"Sir, the extract point is about a hundred yards out," Kevin said.

"Roger that Dvorska. Bob, call the bird and tell them we need a ride home in fifteen mikes," Dawson said.

He looked over at Kevin. "Nice job kid. Come to my office after we off load for your debriefing," he told him.

As the Lieutenant turned to see if V-man was holding on with the weight of the dummy he was suddenly grabbed and thrown to the ground by Kevin. When he got up his first instinct was to take Dvorska's head off, then he saw what Kevin had seen. Just behind where he was kneeling was another claymore and he nearly set it off by just turning around. When Kevin looked closer he saw that a trip wire was extending out in both directions down the path.

"Looks like Bravo squad had one more trick up their sleeve L-Tee," he told him.

"So that's what Stall meant when he said the day wasn't over yet. Alright, trace it Kev and see what we're walking into," he told him. Kevin was feeling pretty happy that he called him Kev as he traced the wires.

Kevin Dvorska uncovered the eight mines that lined the path to the LZ. Once he got done disarming them, he put them in his backpack to return them to the team's armory. Now that everyone was ready, he led them to the edge of the clearing where they waited for the lift home. When they heard the sound of the H-46, Adam Dawson turned to his team.

"Carl, Doc, when we get back, make sure everything gets squared away. Then you two get Kevin issued his gear, he's going to Italy with us," he told them and then turned around to watch the landing of the helo. What he didn't see were the smiling faces of fire team Alpha.

Combined Joint Special Operations Task Force Mediterranean (CJSOTF), Aviano Italy.

Fire team Alpha and Bravo got off the C-130 aircraft and waited for the gear to get off loaded by Air Force personnel who worked at the NATO air base. They didn't have any identification markings on their cammies but there was no mistaking the eleven Navy personnel for who they were.

"You guys get the gear over to the armory. Bob, I want you with me over at HQ for briefing and barracks assignment," Dawson told his fire team.

When he started to walk away he heard Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Newman call out for him.

"Hey wait up for us Dawg, Andy and I will head over with you. No use in the Air Force sending a fleet of vans for all of us," he said to Adam Dawson.

The rest of Alpha and Bravo squad watched as the van holding the top members of the two fire teams drive away. It was soon replaced by the front loader forklift that drove out to transport the two pallets of gear to the armory. With any luck they could get settled in and then do a little recon on the nightlife of Aviano Italy.

"Hey Kev how about taking point tonight when we go out, let's see if you're capable at finding a good bar like you are at finding these slackers in Bravo," Don Sharp said with a laugh.

"Yeah Kev and since you're good in the bush, maybe you can find us all some bush while your at it," Rick Berkley from Bravo added.

"Sure thing guys, but as far as the girls go, you're going to have to handle that job on your own. What the hell do I look like – a dating service?" Kevin said jokingly.

While they all shared a laugh, they had no idea that the two Lieutenants and Chiefs were in a briefing that wasn't going well at all. One of the things that worried Adam Dawson before his team deployed was the fact that the Bosnian war was in full swing. Most of the squadron's fire teams have been kept pretty busy with 'sneak and peek' missions to gather Intel and monitor troop movements of the Bosnian Serbs.

Since the U.N. Security council passed resolution 808 back in February, the Seals have been tasked with gathering Intel on acts of ethnic cleansing. That evidence would then be passed up the chain of command for processing and possible arrest warrants from the international criminal tribunal. Dawson and his fire team were in for a long deployment, and he was glad he found Dvorska. His natural talents would be extremely valuable if they actually had to hunt someone down and bring him to justice.

The briefing by the N2 Intelligence Officer lasted for two hours as they went over operating areas, current state of the war and rules of engagement (ROE). This was to insure that all team leaders and operational planners were on the same page as what was required by the area Commander. All fire teams were given one week to get acclimated and study the operational area maps and then the current Seal Team would be rotated home for a well deserved rest and refit.

HQ's current Troop Commander, Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins, approached Dawson as the briefing brook up.

"Adam I know you have a new point man, so I'm gonna go gentle on your ops until he gets situated with the area. This is his first deployment with the teams and I don't want him leading my number two team into a mine field just yet," he told Dawson.

"I wouldn't let that worry you Neal. Dvorska wouldn't be my point man if he didn't have what it takes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go hunt them down and make sure their not chasing the nurses on the base," Adam said with a smile.

The sun was starting to go down and all the fire teams had stowed their gear. Once they got the barracks squared away Alpha and Bravo squads teamed up for a recon of the local bars.

"Kev, you ready to sniff us out a sweet little bar?" Carl Werner asked.

"Sure thing Carl, I'll try not to let you guys down and lead you all into a dive," he replied.

"Just remember kid, dives are only dives if they haven't got any women," Frank Griffin said.

They all had a good laugh and Kevin Dvorska headed down the busy street in search of a bar. As for the women, he knew from his fleet days that since they were near a military base the women wouldn't be hard to find. At least the ones that were called 'buy me drink babes' that is. They walked for about an hour before Kevin found the bar he wanted. It was a little upscale and not a bad selection of good looking girls.

After finding a table that they could all share the server came over to take their orders. She was an extremely attractive woman and appeared to be in her early thirties with jet-black hair. Most of them ordered two beers a piece and when she got around to Kevin she asked to take his.

"How about you handsome, what would you like," she asked him.

"Um – if you think you can swing it, how about sex on the beach," Kevin told her.

"Sure thing, I can swing it. I get off at midnight handsome," she told him and then gave his muscular arms a caress.

When she went to get the drinks, everyone watched her tight ass sway back and forth.

"Christ Kev, you were supposed to find us women, not just yourself. What kind of team player are you?" Rick Berkley, Bravo's sharpshooter, berated him.

"Well Berk, I'll tell ya what. If you don't score, then you can come with me and watch if you want to," Kevin replied.

"Hey Carl, you guys have a live one there. He's almost as twisted as you are," Berkley told him.

"Maybe in a few years he'll be in my league, but not just yet. Hey Kev I've been meaning to ask you, what kind of name is Dvorska anyway?" Carl asked.

"Ya Kev, what is it, Polish or something," V-Man asked.

"No it's not Polish, it's Slovakian. My Grandparents escaped out of Slovakia during World War II and made it to the states. They settled down in Texas and had a kid. My Grandfather started dabbling in real estate and became really successful. Once he got too old to do it anymore, my dad took over and ran the business. He wanted me to join him or go to school. I had a lot of offers for scholarships, but I chose to see the world. You know go to weird countries, meet the people, and then kill them," Kevin told his teammates.

"Hell Kev seems like when we get to the op area, it'll be like going home to your Granddad's old stomping ground," Doc said.

"That should make you happy Vasquez, you won't be the only illegal alien anymore," Carl Werner said with a laugh.

"Carl, why couldn't you have joined the Coast Guard or something else? My life would be a lot quieter," V-man told him.

Everyone laughed and the drinks arrived. Kevin, being the new kid on the block, bought the first round. When the server was done empting her tray, Kevin tapped her on the arm.

"So what's your name? I don't want to keep saying hey you all night long," he told the pretty server.

"My name's Martina, but you can call me anything you want sweetheart, and what pray tell is your name, or should I just call you stud muffin?" Martina asked.

"Um – it's Kevin – Kevin Dvorska" he said a little speechless.

"Hey Martina, you don't want him, look how young he is. What you need is a real man with a little training like me," Frank Griffin said.

"That wouldn't be right. I'd feel bad when you had a heart attack – Grandpa," she told him and then walked to the other tables.

"Holy shit Kev, you better watch yourself. That girl is going to eat you alive," Doc told his new point man.

"You know what they say, 'the only easy day was yesterday'," he told them and then raised his glass in a toast.

The two fire squads partied well into the evening. Most of them hit on girl after girl, but none of them got very far. Kevin was the only one scoring any serious points and Martina enjoyed the attention that his friends were giving her. She was wondering if they were picking on Kevin because of his age or the fact that they weren't getting very far with anyone.

It was getting close to midnight and Martina walked over to the table with her purse in hand.

"Hey Kevin, you ready to go? My boss told me he could let me go for the rest of the night," she asked him.

"Um - actually I gotta have a buddy when I walk around off base. Sorry about that but Navy regulations are pretty clear when it comes to security," he told her.

"Yeah Martina he needs a buddy, and since I got rank on him that makes me his buddy. So what beach are we going to?" Carl Werner said.

Martina walked around the table and bent down in front of Carl. She knew he could see the tops of her breasts when her blouse fell open.

"In that case big boy, I think I'll just take him back to my house – on base – and fuck his brains out there. Don't worry, I'll make sure Kevin can still walk in the morning – maybe," Martina said and then kissed his cheek.

The two of them left the bar and got into Martina's Car. When she got to the gate, she presented her credentials, and then the guard saluted and allowed her to pass. Kevin noticed the type of identification she had, and it worried him.

"You're not married are you? If you are, then I think that's a show stopper for me Martina," Kevin said.

"No I'm not married. My father is in the French Intelligence service and he got posted here on the NATO base. He asked me to come with him and take care of the house. He leaves a lot and so I'm pretty much on my own most of the time," Martina told him as she patted his leg.

"So what are you doing on the base?" she asked him.

"I'm with the Teams," Kevin replied.

"Oh, a Navy Seal. Now I know where you got all those wonderful muscles," Martina told him as she ran her hand over his hardening cock.

"Wow Martina, you don't beat around the bush much do you," he replied as he tried to control himself.

"I wouldn't know, I don't have one," Martina said with a smile.

When they got to the house, Martina pulled the car into the garage and got out. Kevin could only stare at her shapely ass as she inserted the key in the lock and went inside. Throwing her purse and keys on the kitchen table she went to the refrigerator.

"I've got beer and wine, which would you prefer?" she asked Kevin as he took in his surroundings.

"A beer sounds good, thanks," Kevin replied.

"A beer it is. Why don't you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable while I get my wine ready," she told him.

Kevin left the kitchen and head to the next room. As he passed the foyer he stopped and admired the décor that her father had picked out. He had what appeared to be some famous paintings and wondered if they were wealthy. Was he going to be just a play toy for the evening? Not that he would mind, she was extremely exciting to be around.

Meanwhile Martina had inserted the corkscrew into the wine bottle and tried to free the stuck cork. When she couldn't, she placed the bottle on the counter and peered out to look at Kevin. He was now on the far side of the living room looking over a sculpture on the mantle, so she returned to the jammed bottle of wine.

"I wish Kevin was in here, so he could get this damned cork out," she said.

In just a few moments, Kevin appeared at the doorway and stared at her striking body as she struggled with the cork.

"Did someone call for assistance?" he asked as she quickly turned around.

"Oh my God! You scared the crap out of me Kevin," Martina exclaimed.

"Sorry about that. Why don't you let me give you a hand with that cork," he said as he came up behind her and took the wine.

Kevin had no problem pulling the cork free and handed the wine bottle back to Martina.

"It seems that you could come in handy for more things than just sex," she told him

"Let's just say I have many talents and leave it at that," Kevin said and picked up his beer.

Martina poured herself a glass of wine and led Kevin back to the living room. Kevin stared at her tight ass and wondered if maybe they could go to a gym someday. He'd love to see her with shorts on and some weights. They sat on the couch and when Martina crossed her legs it caused her skirt to ride up to the middle of her thighs. Kevin couldn't help but smile.

"I see you like the view Kevin. Would you like to see more?" Martina asked him in a husky voice.

"What ever the lady wishes to do," he replied with a wave of his hand.

Martina put her glass of wine down and stood in front of Kevin. Reaching up, she pulled the clip holding her hair up and allowed it to fall around her shoulders. Her black hair contrasted against the loose fitting white blouse. She then reached up and began to slowly work the buttons open causing it to spread open.

"Man, you know how to get a guy going, don't you?" Kevin asked.

"I have my moments. So tell me, have you ever been with a French woman?" she replied.

"No, why?" he said as he shifted in his seat.

"Given the right circumstances we can be extremely erotic. I hope you can handle it. I've only found one man so far who could, and I haven't seen him for awhile," she said as she slipped the blouse of her shoulders.

Martina's body was exceptional. Even though she was only half undressed, Kevin could tell that she took very good care of herself. Her breasts were a little larger than his hand and he wondered what they would feel like pressing against his palm.

She slid her hands up her body and paused to squeeze her breasts together, forming them into an inviting cleavage. She saw the desired effect on Kevin's face. Martina moved her hands up and placed them behind her head and then arched her back, releasing a low moan.

When she recovered, she gazed at Kevin with smoldering eyes and began slowly stepping forward toward Kevin.

"You look a little warm Kevin. Why don't I help you get comfortable," she whispered seductively.

Martina straddled his hips and was now kneeling a bit higher than him. She began to unbutton Kevin's shirt, all the while never loosing eye contact with him. When she was finished, Martina slowly slid it open and that's when she looked down. What she saw made her gasp. Kevin's deep tanned upper body was a picture of chiseled muscles. Michelangelo couldn't have created something that perfect.

"My God – what are you?" she asked.

"I tend to work out a lot, it helps with the job. Other than that, I'm just your normal twenty three year old sailor," he replied with a laugh.

"If the lower half of your body is as gorgeous as the top half, I may never let you leave. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this," she said then placed her lips upon his.

Kevin placed one hand on the side of her head and held it as he returned her kiss. Their tongues lashed out at each other like gladiators, dueling to the death. Kevin ran his other hand up her well-formed thigh and under her skirt. When he reached her hip, all he felt was soft tender flesh and then he slid his fingers over her ass and pulled her to him.

Martina broke the kiss as she went against his body. This caused one of her nipples to brush against Kevin's lips and he instinctively sucked the hard bud into his mouth. As he flicked it with his tongue Martina moved her hips as if she was trying to scratch the itch between her legs without touching it. Kevin sensed the movement and brushed his fingers up against her thong-covered pussy. He found it very wet.

"Oh fuck, are you sure you're only twenty three?" she moaned out.

Kevin didn't answer her vocally. His way to answer her was to slide his fingers inside her thong and caress the dripping lips of her sex. When they were covered in Martina's cream, he ever so slowly pushed them up inside her. The only bad thing about the act was that it caused Martina to pull his head even closer to breast.