The Gray Man Ch. 30 - The Ambassador

Like a starving bird the ambassador sucked on Gray's cock until she felt his head thicken and pulse before it exploded sending rope after rope of hot cum down her throat.

Sterling was impressed at Leila's ability to swallow every drop that spewed from TJ's huge prick. For good measure he slid his dick deep into her throat one more time before pulling out a final time.

Patricia Sterling pushed a red button and attendants rushed in from another room. TJ picked up his clothes and slipped out while the women took care of putting Ambassador Leila Al Mahad back together.

When her breathing finally slowed and she regained some of her senses the carefully edited images and video from the assault were playing on the television in the corner of the room.

Sterling looked at her colleague, "I trust that we have your vote." It was not a question, rather a directive.

The young ambassador looked at her older colleague hoping to steal her sense of victory. "You had my fucking vote before this, bitch."

Instead Sterling smugly replied, "Then it's a good thing there isn't a date stamp on this now isn't it? Now, go to the restroom so that we can head back downstairs and speak with the reporters from the New York Times, The London Times, LeMonde and Al Jazeera. Don't want to keep our public waiting."

A few moments later as Leila was straightening herself in the mirror Sterling picked up the phone and called the Secretary of State. "We have the vote," was all she said before hanging up.

When the door opened Patricia Sterling was once again the dignified U.N. Ambassador everyone expected as she stepped aside and allowed Ambassador Al Mahad lead out of the room that had been scrubbed clean of any evidence by the CIA attendants.

The next week TJ found himself seated around a grand table in the discrete Georgetown townhouse that was leased by Allen and Valerie Babin. Gray sat with Gretchen, sipping coffee as they awaited the arrival of Allen and Admiral Barnett.

Babin was on a call in another room, and Barnett had just left a National Security briefing at The Pentagon. TJ looked at Gretchen, "So, is it what you thought it would be?"

His cousin smiled, "The legal part is nothing out of the ordinary, but functioning as the de facto Chief Operating Officer is a bit more than I anticipated. One of my goals today is to get the ball rolling on acquiring the talent we need."

TJ nodded, "Yeah, with the chaos in the world we really need to ramp up.

Admiral Barnett arrived shortly after 1030 and joined Gray and Gretchen around the table after pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was in his Navy Dress Blue Uniform. As he sat he nodded to TJ, "Patricia Sterling wanted me to commend you on your actions last week. She said you made quite the impression on The Sheikha."

Gretchen watched intently, wanting to see if TJ showed any embarrassment or emotion and there was none. He simply replied, "Always good to get an atta-boy after a mission."

As she watched her mind raced back almost 18 months when she suggested to TJ that he use his huge dick for business and not just pleasure. The weight of her own actions hung heavy in her mind. She had seen the potential when she saw him running on that cold Michigan day. But now as she listened to the cold practicality in the room, she couldn't help but wonder what she had unleashed.

He was indeed using his cock for pleasure, and she knew sex was different emotionally for a man and a woman, but it was obvious that for TJ, fucking a woman senseless so that he could blackmail her, or turn her was simply a mission, not unlike the missions he had undertaken in the Army.

The memories of her cousin laughing and joking around a campfire, being too embarrassed to ask one of her friends to Prom in high school now clashed with the hardened, battle-worn figure TJ had become.

The transformation of someone she loved and how he viewed sex created a moral dilemma. In her heart, she questioned whether she had sown the seeds of a relentless force that would leave scars on her conscience. The secrecy, the blurred lines of right and wrong, all weighed heavily on her as she faced the unintended consequences of her own actions.

Finally, Allen Babin joined the other three around the table with apologies for the length of the call. One of his factories in Malaysia was battling chip supply issues and the plant manager wanted to discuss options.

Gray smiled softly, the dual personality of Allen Babin always amused him. He was a hard charging, driven, type A personality CEO with an IQ that most couldn't measure. Yet, in private he enjoyed being bound and forced to watch his beautiful wife have sex with other men.

At the moment though, it was business Babin that held center stage as leaned forward, "Simply put, we need to get up to speed and every minute we aren't up to speed we fall further and further behind. "First, we need a location. Gretchen, where do we stand on property?"

Gretchen turned her laptop around so the three men could see as she spoke, "I've stumbled upon a hidden gem just outside of Reston, a property that once served as a logistical hub for a trucking company," she began. "This site boasts a sprawling compound, surrounded by trees and obscured from casual observation. The vast warehouse space, now vacant, offers discreet and unassuming cover, perfect for our operations. It's removed from the prying eyes passer-bys, allowing us to maintain a low profile."

With a glance around the room, she continued, "From a logistics standpoint, it's ideal. The location provides quick access to Dulles. As you can see the site has multiple entrances and exits. When I toured it looks like the existing infrastructure, with its well-maintained utilities, power sources, and data lines, would significantly reduce our renovation costs and expedite the establishment of our secure IT network."

Allen looked at TJ and Barnett who both gave a simple nod. With that tacit approval he pushed a button on his phone, contacted the agency, negotiated the cost down 10% if he paid cash, and then called his banker. What would have taken an experienced attorney like Gretchen days, Allen Babin accomplished in 5 minutes.

"That's part one done. Once we take possession my team will begin installing the secure servers, advanced encryption protocols, and a dedicated data center. As we have learned, 0ur digital footprint must be invisible, even to the most skilled hackers."

Admiral Barnett, nodded, "We need access control systems, surveillance equipment, and intrusion detection measures to ensure our physical security. We should also explore the possibility of establishing a secure, underground facility to safeguard our critical assets."

Gretchen chimed in, "We can't overlook the legal framework. We need to establish shell companies and airtight contracts to protect our cover. Ensuring our financial transactions are untraceable is equally crucial."

Allen nodded, "Agreed, for starters I have leased some office park a few miles from here in an office park. TechSynergy Solutions."

Gretchen wrote down the name and address on her notepad.

TJ, finally spoke, "One of the most difficult things will sound to be the most simplistic. If we have people in the field, comms will be crucial. We need a communication network that rivals The Agency. Channels that need to be impenetrable. This means secure lines, secure satellite communication, and encryption at every level. The ability to communicate without detection is the difference between being able to exfil someone and notifying next of kin."

Gretchen nodded in acknowledgment, her legal expertise already plotting the course of action. "In addition, we'll need logistical support--transportation, cover identities, and access to specialized resources. We should be ready for every eventuality."

Gray nodded to The Admiral, "I think we have some connections. We will handle that."

Allen Babin leaned back, "What's next?"

Gretchen leaned forward, "Staffing. Vetted staffing." She looked at TJ and Barnett, "No more Mark Underwood's, We need everyone to be on board and anyone that goes to the field needs to understand the reality of their mission and ALL that might entail. Nobody gets inside this organization without us being fully aware of who they are and where their loyalties lie."