The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02

We retrieved the roadster and went back to the motel. The day clerk looked like the other woman's sister, but she had a big belly. Marsha asked, "How soon?"

"Six weeks. Six long weeks. I am ready for this to be over."

I put a hundred dollar bill on the counter, and put another along side it. "Mama, that is for tonight and for clothes for bambino. We have two requests. One, you don't have two gringos staying here. Two, our car needs to be out of sight."

Mama's name was Dolores, and she smiled at our money, and then at us. "Follow me." In some trees behind the motel was a shack that had seen better days. She handed me a key and said, "You will have to move some junk, but it will fit. If you want dinner, my mom will feed you across the way."

My stomach was full of chile relleno, and Marsha was lying next to me, eyes closed but still awake.

"What is a bandit's girlfriend called?"

"Bandido."

"Hmm. Nice being your bandido." She wrapped my hand around her front.

"We have one day to get ready to be thrown out of a plane in the Idaho wilderness."

"Not while it is still flying, I hope."

"Ever been sky diving?"

"I'd like to, if I can go with you."

"Sometime, but not right now. We are sleeping in, it may be the last time for a while."

Little sister was still at the counter when we showed up to check out. "If your sister is Dolores, you must be Maria."

She looked at me with those dark eyes. "Si. You are the gringo I don't know about."

I put another hundred dollar bill on the counter. "Maria, if you find us two hats that say bandido when people see us in the roadster, this is yours, plus we will take you for a ride."

Maria sat in the middle and directed us around the neighborhood, calling to her friends that cousins had come to town with their fancy restored car. She smashed our old hats down and yelled at us in Spanish.

When we drove up to the back of the motel in half an hour, she kissed us both, said we could come anytime and she wouldn't know about any gringos.

"How come an idiot like you knew to do such a nice thing?" She was biting my fingertips.

"The mother is scraping by with the restaurant, big sister is trying to run the motel and have a baby too, with the father having disappeared, and she is trying to go to junior college but keeps falling asleep in class because of being up half the night."

Marsha kissed my ear and said, "You keep growing on me. I guess we have to find an outdoors store?"

We worked our way up to Palm Desert and found a store. The old car with two bandidos inside didn't look that out of place.

I found two generous backpacks, and two duffels big enough to hold them. Then enough camping stuff and lightweight food to cover us for a week, if necessary. Tarps to deal with rain. A good tent. Well made hiking shoes. Marsha laid in sunscreen, lotion, first aid, and little packages of tissue. A package of single serving instant coffee.

We were squeezing everything into the roadster when the Cooper phone chimed.

"We got the ones following you. That doesn't mean there aren't others. Are you ready for pickup tomorrow?"

"Just finished stocking up. Do you suppose you could lend us some cash? We are trying to leave no traces and cash is running low."

"There will be an envelope for you with the pilot. He will also have info about wheels." Cooper sounded like these were frequent problems.

We just made it to the Amtrak station as the train pulled in. Marsha recognized her cousin right away. The girl was fabulous, as advertised. Marsha rushed up with hugs. I followed with handshakes. The girlfriend, Sally, took my hand and yanked me into a bear hug. "You're the guy who fenced in Marsha! She is famous for going through men."

Marsha frowned and then laughed. "Sally, I'm going to get you for that. What if we have a big fight and call it off?" Her arm was around me and she kissed my face as she said that.

"David, look at these two. She is worse than I am."

David got his arm around his girl and said, "She keeps turning me down. Says we have to stay in school. Won't ever marry a car mechanic."

We walked over to the stuffed roadster. Marsha squeezed next to me and David took Sally in his lap. She took his hands and put them where she had control. Marsha laughed, "Girl, after we get dumped out, he is taking you the long way home. You came with him knowing that!"

"He is not supposed to feel me up in public." David's fingertips brushed her boobs very lightly. She gave up and kissed him with a lot of tongue.

We drove away, laughing, four bandidos having a good time. The car followed back roads in the direction of Ontario. I had Marsha figure out how to take the bus the last few miles to an airport motel. The roadster might be a known automobile with our names on it by now and it didn't need to be seen at the airport. We stopped to pick up a deli lunch and went to a city park, where more fun was had forcing everything into the backpacks, including the empty duffels. Our luggage was going back to Marsha's sister for safe keeping. With kisses all around, we were indeed dumped out with our backpacks, and then they were gone.

I helped Marsha with her pack. "Oww. I haven't done this since high school."

"Where we are going, honey, it's carry it or die." I laughed, but she didn't.

There are moments when waiting is a drag. The hour wait for the bus seemed like forever. The backpacks were too big to go down the aisle of the bus and the driver was irritated about getting out to open the luggage compartment. But he was nice enough to drop us at a motel on his way into the airport and I slipped him a five.

I signed us in as Mr. and Mrs. Jones of Lancaster, and paid cash in advance for the room, plus a fifty dollar deposit for extras. The beer in the room cooler was cold and we lay on the big bed and smiled at each other.

She said, "We are truly on the road, Mr. Jones."

"Yes we are, Mrs. Jones."

After a nap, the room service hamburgers were decent and went down well with another beer.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want some playtime before..."

"I always want playtime with you, but with my case of nerves, it won't be much fun."

She laughed and left a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. She was just stepping into the shower when I said, "I'll wash your back."

She looked over her shoulder with that sexy look women have. "More than my back needs washing."

I closed my eyes and checked the important parts of my lover. I wasn't a big tit fan, and hers were perfect to my mind, firm and high on her chest, with real nipples, not buttons. I wondered if I could pick her from a crowd of soapy showering women. Then asked myself why I needed other soapy women when I had this one in my arms. This smart, feisty sexy one who said she loved me. My cock had revived and wanted to know why shower sex wouldn't be a good idea. I slid him between her cheeks and rubbed.

"This is part of your no sex pledge?"

She bent easily from the waist and was as slippery inside as outside. "Umm, yes. Like that. I need you."

In a quick minute or so, we came together and stood under the blasting water, shuddering and hugging.

I picked her up and walked us to the bedroom, throwing her into the middle of the bed. She lay back, laughing and pointing at my pink, half erect cock. "I think he needed that."

"I bet you are going to ration sex in that tent."

She pulled me down and used her fists to pound up and down my back. "Yes. We have to be alert for bears. I am not going to get caught by a bear having sex with you!"

I pushed her face down and kneaded the muscles in her back and ass. "These are strong. Are you going to be ok with that pack?"

"Try me."

We set the alarm for four, to give us time to have in room coffee and get everything into the packs and the packs into duffels. The motel shuttle guy was half asleep, but ran us over to general aviation and got a generous tip for the early delivery. The door was locked and the sign said 6 am opening.

We sat on the duffels and in a few minutes saw an unmarked Gulfstream land and taxi our way. The agency people were good at what they did. We stepped through the outside gate and moved toward the plane as it shut down. The stairway lowered and a young pilot stuck his head out and waved.

"Hi, I'm Mac. You are Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

"That's us."

He took Marsha's duffel and we followed him in. "There's coffee and rolls. We also have a toilet. If there is nothing more here, we will be on our way. Take any seats and use the headphones. There is a short briefing."

The front compartment door hardly shut behind him when the engines were turning up again and we could hear the senior pilot asking for taxi permission.

Mac's voice in the headphones told us to relax and he would have more to say when we were in the air.

By the time we got to the end of the runway, takeoff permission had been granted and the plane was rolling. Marsha held my hand and smiled.

Ten minutes after takeoff, Mac came and sat with us. "Sam will holler if he needs me. This way I can fill you in quicker."

Smiling, he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Brian and Carol, you have been married for six months but are just now getting two weeks off for a delayed honeymoon. Here is a little wedding cash from your uncle Mark, who regrets he wasn't at the wedding. Please sign the receipt, he is picky about that."

"We are landing in about two hours at Sandpoint, Idaho. There will be a prepaid Jeep at the airport for you. This weekend, you have a prepaid weekend at the Priest Lake Lodge, about forty miles away. I understand you intend to go camping after that, and will be in contact with home base every so often."

Marsha leaned over and kissed Mac on the cheek. "Mac, you are a real friend. I love your arrangements. Are you sure you can't just let Sam take this thing home and spend the weekend with us in the mountains?" Her voice was pure honey.

"OMG, Carol, I would be in so much trouble..." The ring on his finger was large and shiny.

This time she kissed him on the lips. "I understand. You tell wifey that some slutty girl hit on you, but you pinched her boob and told her to bug off."

Marsha's breast was staring him in the eye and his hand was drawn irresistibly to the part poking out the front of her blouse. "Go ahead, you have to tell her the true story."

He was red in the face but suddenly had a determined grin and his fingers found the nipple and gave it a good pinch.

Marsha screeched and said, "Mac! I'm sorry if I did anything improper. I promise to be a good girl from now on."

Mac stood and tousled her hair. "You are something else, Mrs. Jones. Have a good time in Idaho. For your sake, I hope we don't meet again."

Marsha, I mean Carol, climbed into my lap and laid against me. "That was ok, wasn't it? He is being really nice to us."

"I'm terribly jealous. Kissing random men in airplanes."

"Brian, if we are just getting to the honeymoon now, you must have a lot of back pressure."

"Carol, are you off birth control like I asked you?"

Marsha, not Carol, gave me a wide eyed look and said, "Really? Up here in the woods?"

"I did say I would marry you."

She crawled into my lap and cried gently on my shoulder. I held her tight.

The Jeep was forest green and had a full tank of gas. The envelope from Mark had five grand in it. With the duffels in the back, we caught a glimpse of the Gulfstream disappearing in the sky and wondered what the next cargo was going to be.

Marsha was behind the wheel, her eyes sparkling as we drove up the mountain road to Priest Lake.

The directions in the brochure for the Lodge were good and it loomed in timbered glory at the end of a long drive. The college age valet was quick to grab the duffels and say he would look after the car as well. The front desk was cordial and welcomed the honeymoon couple, saying all charges were covered for the weekend. A slender young woman with a nice tight rear led us out the back to a cottage with a great view. She gave us one of the grins newlyweds get, and said to call if we needed anything. There was champagne in a cooler on the credenza.

Marsha flopped on the bed and said, "Not too bad for a couple of bandidos escaping the Asian bad guys."

I motioned to the porch and said, "Honey, look out here."

"We need to assume we are being taped. Could be either side or both."

"I only get sex in the woods?"

"Aren't you an exhibitionist at heart? I think Carol and Brian need to get it on, don't you?"

Her arm came up to swat me, but instead pulled my head down for a scorching kiss.

"Now that you mention it, I've been missing out on a lot of loving."

Back in the room, I made a noise lowering her zipper. In a singsong voice, she said, "I'll just run through the shower."

"Carol, you are all woman. I like you just the way you are."

I slapped her ass as loudly as I could. "Brian! You promised no rough stuff. Especially on our honeymoon."

"That was just a lovetap, you sexy thing you. Get out of that silly underwear your mother bought. Why did you bring it anyway, when you knew you were going to be naked the entire time we are here?"

"Brian, not the whole time! Stop being cruel."

There was another loud slap, and then a terrific groan as my cock sank into her. "Oh no! Please not from the rear. You know I don't like it that way. Oh, you are making me so wet and so hot. God, Brian, I am going to come. Oh, I can't do this, mother would call me a slut."

Marsha, in fact, was busy having a roaring good orgasm and squeezing my hand and my cock at the same time. She mouthed at me, "Thank you."

"Carol, don't pass out on me. Shit, what are you doing, just lying there?"

We were in a clinch, still shaking. She whispered, "Could we get paid for this?" I kissed her and pinched her boob.

I carried us out on the private veranda and nudged the door closed. Marsha sat in my lap, squeezing and murmuring in my ear. "This does feel like honeymoon loving. What did we decide about getting married?"

My cock was in paradise. I held on tight and hummed.

"Are you being silly?

"I thought honeymoon husbands were always silly. If we want to be very silly, we could get married this weekend, but we can't reveal our identities. I don't think you want to be Brian's wife."

She giggled. "Brian's wife? Not on your life. Guess I will have to be patient. Let's go for a hike. I don't like pretending. Had enough of that before."

Later, we called it our FBI honeymoon. After a nice hour or so on the trail, we were coming back to the lodge when a couple of troopers arrived and asked, "Are you Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

"Yes. What can we do for you?"

"Sir, we need to ask you and your wife some questions. Please follow us to the lodge."

The green Jeep was out in front. "Sir, is that your vehicle?"

"Well, we rented it. The receipt is in the glovebox."

"Yes, we noticed that. Can you tell me why you didn't use your own credit card?"

"Yes, we won a charity lottery at home and they prepaid all our expenses."

"May I please see your driver's license?"

Things went downhill from there. Nothing checked out and we found ourselves in the back of a state police car riding to the Sandpoint municipal jail. The Jeep had a large package of marijuana hidden in a fender well. The valet spotted it and thought he could earn a reward by turning us in.

After four hours of questions we were unable to answer, the local chief told us we were being booked for possession and would be spending the night. And not in the same cell, either.

Our new cell phones did not have Cooper's number on them, for obvious reasons. We were really hung out to dry. Finally, in exasperation, I told the chief he needed to put me in touch with the local FBI field office.

He looked at me, eyes dark, "Shit, not another one of those witness things! I'm sick and tired of being a dumping ground!"

He brought me back my phone and a number on a piece of paper. I dialed and got a noncomittal answer. "Please listen carefully, you need to contact agent Mark Cooper in Riverside California, or wherever he is right now, and tell him Mr. and Mrs. Jones are in custody in Sandpoint, Idaho on alleged possession charges. A large package of marijuana was found in a vehicle rented by the agency."

"If you have Chief Alexander there, put him on please."

The Chief vented loudly for several minutes and then said, "You are going bond for them?"

"Ok. What about the dope? You guys can't control your own people?" There was a squawk from the phone and the Chief smiled at us.

He clicked off and told us an officer would take us back to the lodge. "I'm sorry about this, but you two could be almost anybody with those crazy credentials."

"Yes, sir. We would tell you the story, but it's major national security stuff."

"For your information, you are the second pair to get in trouble with the law here and have to be bailed out by the agency. When you catch up with your agent Cooper, tell him Chief Alexander in Sandpoint is gunning for him."

"Chief, what about the pot? Is there an underground conduit based in rentals? Tourists going up to Banff and coming back?"

"Mr. Jones, I've got tourists who are crooks, who are dopers, who are agents. Some days in the summer, we just throw up our hands."

He laughed and said, "Bet you didn't think your first adventure up here was a trip to jail, did you?"

On the way out, I had a sudden thought. "With all this fuss, my wife and I will feel like targets at the lodge. Do you suppose one of your trusted deputies could take us to one of the trailheads that isn't used much? We have gear and stuff for a week's camping, and we are not interested in seeing Cooper if you are going to let us go."

He looked at us for a moment and then shouted down the hall, "Horace! Get up here."

A tall, dark skinned man in uniform loped to us. "Take these two to the lodge to get their gear and then to that hidden trailhead on the other side of the lake that goes to Six Lakes basin."

To us, he said, "The first mile is really steep. Keeps the regular tourists out. But you look sturdy enough. The basin is open forest, and good water. Lakes might be warm enough for swimming. If I need you, Horace can find you in jig time, he is descended from a Nez Perce chief."

Horace was quiet as could be. Marsha finally asked him, "Is Alexander ok to work for?"

"I was just a reservation kid, sent to school here. Got in trouble, ended up in his jail. He and his wife took me in, made me finish school, helped with university, and gave me a job so I could see my relatives once in a while."

She said, "Wow. That is quite a story." He smiled at her.

I asked, "Sounds like you have a lot of interagency folks around, and some of them pretty confused?"

"Yep. There is public lands, state lands, immigration, customs, DEA, spooks. That's not all.

"No wonder the Chief was not happy with us."

Horace looked at Marsha. "He has a weakness for pretty women."

She stuck out her tongue at him. "That's sexist."

"Yes. My daughter tells me that all the time. She has boys chasing her but they don't get very far. She is on the track team. Made me promise to show her how Indians follow animals and people."

As we were picking up our packs at the trailhead, Marsha went over and gave Horace a warm kiss on the lips. "Tell your daughter a woman said today you were sexy and kissed you!"

Horace was still standing there gazing at her as we went out of view in the trees.

"Making out with Indians. What is next?"

Six Lakes basin was rocky and beautiful. There were people camping at the lowest lake and we kept heading upward. Off to the east side was a small tarn nestled in a cirque with five hundred foot cliffs. Access was through an open boulder field. No one could get close to us without being seen. At least in daylight. There was a grove of trees near the water's edge, and a fire ring that didn't look like it had been used recently.