The Gray Man Ch. 18 - St. Jean

St. Jean had no idea that Gray was even alive. The order that Ghost was officially MIA came from a pay grade above hers.

All Gray needed now was the why. Money, power, some sort of whacko patriotism. He didn't know, but he would find out. He was recovering under an anonymous name at The Greenbrier when Admiral Barnett pulled into the resort and up to Gray's room along with a face that seemed familiar but TJ couldn't place - he was still struggling with some brain fog from the concussion.

Underwood opened the door. "Admiral, Sir."

Barnett and the other man walked into the room. The Admiral looked at Gray, "Look pretty good for a man that fell down a mountain."

Gray stood, while he still was walking with a limp, the fractures of both of his fibula were healing fine, "Best compliment I've heard in a while. It's good to see you, Sir."

The other person put out his hand, "William Jones, Homeland. I've heard a lot about you. I am here on official business, but if the two of you are willing I know for a fact that Jerry West's place here serves a porterhouse that you can cut with a spoon."

Sharpshooter smiled, "I also saw they serve Whistle Pig and if Uncle Sam is picking up the tab..."

He let his words drop as Jones chuckled, "Yes, Colonel, they do and it is as good as advertised. Underwood put on his over the shoulder holster under his sport coat as they headed to the restaurant.

As fall was approaching the summer crowds had dwindled. Before drinks were ordered Jones talked to the three about the Underground Whitehouse that was at the Greenbrier for many years. When the whisky came to the table Jones cut to the chase. "Gentlemen, we believe we have tracked the leak on your operation."

TJ nodded, "St. Jean."

Jones acknowledged the answer, "That's a big accusation against a sitting Under Secretary of Defense. Tell me your reasoning."

TJ leaned forward. "Only 3 people knew about the operational plan until I was on The Reagan. Then the QRF and I discussed the mission in their secure ready room. Also, no way the QRF would be able to get word to Nazim. Shooter was with the team on the carrier so that eliminates him. That leaves two. Barnett or St. Jean."

Jones nodded, "Go on."

Gray continued, "The Admiral had no idea that I had been tasked with the assignment until I briefed him 72 hours in advance as is our S.O.G. No chance he could have made that arrangement. I also learned that the order for the drone came from high up the chain and that rescue orders were denied until someone, perhaps you Mr. Jones gave the order, and ordered me officially listed as MIA. There was a reason for that."

Jones looked at The Admiral, "He's good, Admiral, if you can't use him I will take him on my team in a heartbeat."

TJ looked at Jones, there was no twinkle in his eye, "If I may say so, Sir. It was my ass that I threw down that mountain to keep from being cut in two by a PKM. If someone is going to Ghostg down Ms. St. Jean, I will volunteer for Marine Force Recon if I can get that mission."

Jones looked at him, "Can you get her to talk?"

TJ finally smiled, "What are my rules of engagement?"

Jones shook his head, "It's either you or a black site in Eastern Europe. You get the first crack at her before we turn her over to the Hungarians."

TJ smiled, "You have a deal. When can I get my hands on her?"

Jones lifted his glass in a toast, "I was authorized to tell you, at your earliest convenience."

Three nights later, just after 1030 at night Gray slipped inside Jennifer's house. Sharpshooter waited in the van, with a member of their tech team rerouting all of the alarms away from the alarm company.

Ghost moved silently through the house, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. The sound of Jennifer's voice reached his ears from a nearby room. She was talking on the phone, her voice filled with false sympathy and hidden intentions. TJ smiled, that cold dark smile that didn't reach his eyes.

He followed the sound, the floorboards creaking slightly under his weight. Finally, he reached the room and peered inside. Jennifer sat at a desk, her back turned towards him, oblivious to his presence.

Ghost took two steps into the room. "Hang up the phone, Madam Secretary." She spun around in surprise, her eyes widening in shock as she saw him standing there, alive and brimming with a righteous fury.

"G-Ghost? I had heard you were dead," Jennifer stammered, her face turning pale with guilt. Her betrayal had come back to haunt her.

"I'm not so easy to get rid of," Ghost replied, his voice low and cold. "Did you really think you could betray me and walk away unscathed? That your actions would have no consequences?"

Jennifer struggled to find her words, her mind racing to justify her actions. "I... I didn't have a choice. Nazm..." her words failed as Gray slapped her across the face.

Ghost's eyes bore into hers, his gaze unwavering. "I do not care about your fucking excuses. You had a choice, Jennifer. You made the wrong fucking choice. Nazim is a wanted terrorist, he could never hurt you, but I am a different story. You fucking set me up, I hope you haven't spent that 2 million yet."

Tears welled up in Jennifer's eyes, regret and remorse etching lines on her face. "I'm sorry, Ghost. I never wanted it to..." Gray slapped St. Jean across the face a second time with a ferocity that surprised even himself.

"Sorry isn't enough," Ghost retorted, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You played a dangerous game, and now you must face the consequences." In one fast step Gray was next to her, intertwining her arm in his as he grabbed her hand in a gooseneck grip that did little damage but created excruciating pain if the person did not follow where they were being led "We are going to take a little walk Jennifer."

The fear was replaced by rage, "Do you know who I am? You can't do this!" she hissed as she tried to pull from his grip.

Gray gently bent her wrist and she screamed in agony. Gray smirked, "Consider yourself lucky that I was able to convince folks well above my paygrade to allow you to resign. You should be going to trial, but instead, you will be allowed to resign."

"What the hell? Resign?" Jennifer was scrambling.

Her gray hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that Gray yanked, "The game is over Jennifer. Everyone fucking knows you set me up. Now I have your confession recorded, we can move on to the signature phase. You resign and nobody has to know that you are a traitorous cunt, or it all goes public. Your choice, make the fucking correct one this time."

Gray reached into a shoulder bag and pulled out a letter, written on heavy linen stationery embossed with the seal of the Secretary of Defense.

The letter was dated, already written with space left for Jennifer's signature. Gray pulled out a blue pen and handed it to her. "Sign," was his simple command.

Jennifer shook her head, "At least let me read it, first."

Mr. Secretary,

First and foremost, I would like to express my deepest gratitude for the trust and confidence that you have shown in me by appointing me to this position. It has been an honor to serve with you and work alongside such dedicated and talented colleagues. The opportunities I have had during my tenure here have been invaluable to my professional growth, and I will always cherish the experiences and knowledge gained during my time in this office.

Regrettably, recent personal circumstances and situations beyond my control have placed an undue amount of stress upon me, affecting my ability to perform at my fullest potential. Despite my sincere efforts to manage these challenges, I have come to the realization that it is in the best interest of both my personal well-being and that of the agency that I step away from my current responsibilities.

Sincerely

Jennifer St. Jean

As she was preparing to sign the letter, the door to the kitchen opened and a man called out, "Hello Kanjari, I'm here for part of my commission." Gray smirked as a short man with dark hair and a beard walked into the kitchen. Jennifer looked up, startled as the man yelled, "What are you doing? Let her.."

His words were cut off as he saw the red laser of Gray's pistol come to rest on his forehead. Gray smirked, "Well, my day gets even better." Gray turned to eye the intruder, "Hello, Khalid, it has been a long time" Gray returned his attention back to Jennifer, "How the mighty have fallen, Under Secretary of Defense to a kanjari for a terrorist. If I recall that translates as whore.

Khalid's eyes showed disbelief. "Y... yo... you are alive. How can that be?"

Gray smiled, "I'm just that damn good Khalid."

Khalid seemed to shrink in stature. "What are you doing here?"

TJ smiled coldly, "I should ask you the same question, but I know why you are here. You were the middleman between this traitor and your cousin. You came by to collect a little interest payment from your kanjari. I'm sorry, how rude of me. You did ask a question. Your whore is going to sign her letter of resignation then I'm guessing that you will have your diplomatic privileges suspended and you will be expelled from the country. You will also deliver a message to Nazim from me. Tell him that I know where he is and what he does, and that the day will come when he will beg me for mercy."

Khalid backed up to the door. "I'll.."

Gray lowered the dot of the laser to Khalid's crotch, "One more step and I'll shoot your balls off. Take your fucking pants off, now."

Khalid blushed, frozen to the spot as Gray barked again, "I said, NOW."

Khalid quickly lowered his joggers revealing a cock so small that Gray couldn't really see it through the jungle of black pubic hair. Gray laughed, "Jesus, part of the deal to sell me out was getting fucked by that little thing. What the hell did you two do, scissor?"

Humiliated, Khalid lowered his eyes. Gray ordered, "Get on your knees, cross your ankles over one another until we are finished here, then I will deal with you. To think I can break the will of two of Nazim's puppets in one night."

Khalid's jaw clenched in rage. He had seen first hand the abuse Aziz had delivered to the one they call The Ghost. There was no way he could overpower him.

Then that bastard winked at him with a sly smirk. "After she signs, I'm going to give her what she really wants.."

Tears dripped onto the page as Jennifer signed her name. She sniffed back her tears. "I guess it's over."

Jennifer remained bent over the table, wearing a knee length little black dress. Gray reached around and cupped her full tits. He growled in her ear, "Now, it's time for phase 3 - I get my revenge."

Jennifer stiffened, "What are you doing?"

Gray roughly pinched her nipples. Jennifer gave out a yelp of shock. "Stop fucking pretending, kanjari. I know about you watching the footage from Underwood's optic. I fucking know about you going to the bathroom to finger fuck yourself thinking of my huge cock destroying your little white pussy. I am going to fuck the shit out of you while your humiliated boy toy watches. I want him to be able to tell Nazim that our battle is now personal. I want Khalid to be able to describe in detail what I will do to each of Nazim's wives and daughters."

Again the gun pointed at Nazim, "Get up, walk. If you twitch, I will blow the back of your head off and unlike Nazim's soldiers - I don't miss." Gray pushed Jennifer along in front of him.

Once they were in the bedroom Gray slipped the pistol into his bag and glared at the two standing in front of him.

"Do something Khalid! For fuck sake do something dammit!" Jennifer screamed.

"Yeah do something Khalid. Go ahead and do something, actually, I am begging you to do something." Gray smirked.

Khalid was slim and fit; but gym membership fit, not special forces fit. He was also the money man, the bag man for the organization. He held a degree in Finance from Cambridge. He was not one of his cousin's warriors. He had seen the abuse that The Ghost had taken and lived. He saw pictures of him laying dead in the ravine and yet here he stood. He knew he would tear him apart in a fight and enjoy every minute of it.

Khalid bowed his head and choked out a sob. Gray took one step and hit him in the gut with a short right hand that sent Khalid to his knees and caused Jennifer to scream. Gray looked down at the man gasping for air at his feet. "Coward."

Gray pulled Khalid up by his hair and walked him to a chair. Ghost kicked Khalid's feet out from under him and he fell hard on his ass into the chair, still gasping for air.

"Oh god Khalid please do something! Do something for god's sake!" Jennifer whimpered.

"We're past that Jennifer, we are long past that." Gray turned her face to his.

He took one step towards her and she found her courage, she reached out and slapped Gray across the face. "This is rape!"

Gray slapped her back, causing her to see stars, "Fine, report it. It will never come to trial. You have no friends in high places anymore Madam Secretary, you are a traitor to your country. People like you have a tendency to disappear and when people wonder why, information begins to leak to CNN, MSNBC, FOX, the BBC - and folks will just think that you couldn't handle the pressure and guilt."

Khalid sat in the chair shaking with rage and fear. He knew what was about to happen and knew that he was helpless to stop it. He had witnessed the abuse of Ghost, and now he would witness Gray's rage. He closed his eyes in shame. He wished The Ghost would have punched him in his face and knocked him out. He didn't want to witness what was to come.

"Ok let's get comfortable here," Ghost announced, removing Khalid's dinner jacket without any fight and placing it neatly over the back of the second chair in the suite. "Never said I wasn't kind as I destroyed you," Gray smirked as he reached into his back pocket and produced a handful of zip ties. Khalid tried to fight when he saw them but Ghost grabbed him by the throat and choked him until he nearly lost consciousness. Khalid stopped struggling and Ghost zip tied his ankles to the legs of the chair and his wrists to arms. He pulled out a carbon tanto knife and plunged it into the nightstand just inches from Khalid's reach.

TJ turned his attention to his true target, "Now, Madam Secretary, off with the dress," Gray whispered in Jennifer's ear.

Jennifer shook her head violently and began to cry.

"If you don't take off your dress I'm going to pick up the knife slowly. Then I'm going to start cutting off little pieces of Khalid until I get bored and then I'm going to cut you out of that dress. Or you can step out of it, fold it neatly, put on top of Khalid's jacket and it will be nice and clean and unwrinkled for you after we finish," Gray spoke into her ear loud enough for Khalid to hear.

Khalid had found his voice now that it was apparent he couldn't do anything to prevent what was happening. "Don't! Fight them; I can take the pain!" Khalid cried.

Ghost grabbed Khalid's ear and twisted it. Khalid squealed like a girl. Gray smirked, "Do you remember what your cousin did to me, Khalid? You were there." TJ took off his tight fitting T-shirt revealing the scars that criss crossed his back. Khalid almost threw up seeing the angry pink scars. "Are you sure you can take pain, because I have no problem delivering it."

He turned to face Jennifer, "What do you think he's going to do when cut off his ear?" Gray grabbed Jennifer's shoulders and shook her.

"Leave him alone! Leave him alone!" Jennifer pleaded.

She reached behind her neck and took the zip in her fingers and unzipped her dress. The dress was sleeveless and figure-hugging with a scoop neck. She caught the bodice as it parted and held it in front of her breasts.

"All the way," Gray teased her.

Jennifer sobbed as she lowered the bodice and stepped out of the dress carefully. She folded the garment and placed it on top of Khalid's jacket hanging on the back of the chair. She crossed her hands over her chest, crossed her legs and hung her head in shame. Khalid started to cry.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Khalid!" Ghost walked over to Jennifer's dirty clothes, reached in and found a pair of blue panties and pulled them out. He calmly walked back to Khalid and shoved him deep into his mouth. "There! Now that the terrorist is gagged he won't spoil our fun," Ghost lifted Jennifer's chin so that she had to look at him.

Khalid nearly choked on the panties stuffed in his mouth; but with some effort he was able to control his gag reflex. Khalid was a proud Muslim man, he didn't defile himself by eating pussy, so the musky vaginal secretions was something foreign to his palate.

"Ok. Enough fucking playing around Madam Secretary. Stop with the false fucking modesty now shall we. Put your hands by your side, lift your head and uncross your legs," Gray ordered Jennifer. She did as she was told and uncrossed her legs, dropped her hands, and stared defiantly at the ceiling.

Ghost circled her like a lion circling it's prey. "Damn Khalid I have to admit you bought yourself a fine piece of ass here." Gray mocked him. "But with a dick that small and as bad as you smell, no chance you'd be able to attract someone this fine without buying them like a roadside whore."

Khalid's eyes were wide with panic and terror as he watched Gray appraising Jennifer.

Covered only by a thong and a thin bra Gray smirked, "G String. I was expecting granny panties. Nice touch, whore."

Ghost lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips; Jennifer shuddered. "You probably shouldn't be wearing that Air Force band band while we do what we do Jennifer; pretty sure it's against the Academy's code to fuck a mere NCO with that on," Ghost said sarcastically.

"Please don't," Jennifer begged when he slipped the ring off her finger.

"Here Khalid; look after this for the Under Secretary while I fuck her," Ghost sniggered and dropped the jewellery into Khalid's lap.

Khalid was still sobbing, tears running down his cheeks.

"Ok of the small talk,," Ghost made his way back over to Jennifer. "One last thing, Madam Secretary," Gray glanced at the knife, "if you try to hurt me or try to escape I will make your money man look like a jigsaw puzzle and make you watch. Then you will disappear. Imagine the scandal, your sister and your parents seeing that their perfect daughter was not only a traitor, but a whore who decided to take the cowards way out.

Jennifer nodded. She was determined that Ghost was going to do what he said, but she'd be damned if she would enjoy it.

"Good, lets get started," Ghost took off his pants and let them fall to the floor. The conditioning and the therapy for his injures had left his body ripped and tanned with very little hair. His pale eyes and he had handsome chiseled features.

Khalid eyed his warrior-like body. His arms, torso, and thighs were rippling with muscle, but what made them both gasp was his huge cock that hung flaccid from his body. Khalid guessed he was least seven inches long and with plenty of girth even without being erect. In the torture chamber they kept his loins covered, which was unusual for Aziz. He enjoyed the humiliation as much as the torture. He now knew why Aziz kept Gray covered, he was intimidated by the huge cock of the infidel.

Jennifer didn't want to look at him naked but she couldn't help doing so; when she saw the size of his cock she trembled in fear. She had seen it on the footage from Underwood's optics, but up close it looked menacing.

Ghost entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled Jennifer's face to his. He began to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers and then forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Jennifer did not fight him and didn't try to bite him either; her mouth was moist and sweet and Ghost took his time kissing her, pulling her body close to his. She remained compliant but inanimate; she didn't want to do anything that would enrage Ghost and she was determined to endure but not enjoy what he was doing to her.