The Republic is in Danger Pt. 01

"You have such a way of saying things, my love," Morticia sighed with her eyes closed and her arms and legs wrapped around Rosey. She strained a turn of her head and kissed Ronin full on his lips. "Baby, the farmer daughter was right. We needed that. Wow it was all good."

"Yes, my loves, pure loving delight," he replied with a soft breathy exhale, snuggled her from behind and pressed his pelvis into her strong butt cheeks. "The rose bud is always right."

"Okay, I love the way we love together," Morticia said after a brief passage of time. "We always have that. Now, back to the other reality of the way things are collapsing around us."

"We have choices to make," Rosey added and them closer to her. "We'll play again later."

"We've taken oaths, my darlings," Ronin continued and held them both. "Protect and defend the constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic. We wrestle with logic and reason against the powerful pull of our emotions. It tears at our passion for serving the greater good."

"No, don't move," Rosey said to Morticia and pulled her tighter. "Let's stay like this a little bit longer. Okay, here's the thing. If we walk down that path toward something called treason, I want this moment to last in my memories. Our fire for each other is strong and wonderful."

"Big Red is right again," Ronin whispered to Morticia. "We're at a crossroad of which only a few can be expected to understand. The five percent who have served country and community, the first responders, the military, and others, we have a call to duty."

"Yes, my dearest," Morticia answered him in a tone that was eerie yet compassionate. Her voice was once again deeply resounding. "But, there is a course of human events, the likes of which presently degrade and demean communal existence. Greed and gluttony threaten civility."

"No doubt about that, big sister," Rosey lamented with a sigh. She rolled to her side to face him with both hands held his face. "Time to fight back, my love. Stupidity is creeping throughout the land and replacing social responsibility for the greater good. Society is collapsing."

"She's right, dear, it's time for an action plan," Morticia whispered.

"I kinda like where this is going," Big Red, Rosey the rose bud, murmured as she wrapped around Morticia and pulled them to her. "I like a good fight as much as I like good sex." She cupped Morticia's big firm breasts and drew in a breath. In a lower tone, she gave a pleasurable hint, a pleasing moan and a few more squeezes here there. "Oh my god, I love it when you're naked. Damn you feel good, like a dew kissed morning on the farm at early sunrise."

"Thanks, honey, I'm not sure how to take that," Morticia chuckled. "Sounds like I'm about to be milked in the barn. Okay, I'm not opposed to anything new and different."

"Baby, I'd love to get you inside my barn," Rosey said sexily. "I'd milk you dry." She glanced at Ronin. "We'd dry him out in no time and wear him out. But, for now..."

"I hate to break up this moment," Ronin interrupted pleasantly as he nestled between them. "As much as I love you two, we need to do some serious analytical thinking. We're on dangerous ground. I had a dream the other night. It was about the three of us."

"You need to tell us, Ronin," Morticia told him and slipped out of bed. As she eased on her black skin suit, she licked her lips watching them naked. In a quick moment, she pulled on her shoulder holster harness. "What's going on? What're ya thinking, pal?"

"Dreams are important," Rosey insisted and gave him a wink. "It's the royal road to the inner reality of who we are. Revelations come from dreamland. That's a given." A natural red head, curly and cutely freckled, she wandered around naked. "Our threesome is unique."

"It was about death," he stated flatly and rubbed a hand over his face and followed Big Red, naked as well. Nudists at heart, most of the time they were in the nude. "Being stabbed in the back, betrayal. All three of us sense things, an alternate perception of reality." He cleared his throat and gazed lovely at Morticia. "I shot at an intruder after our alarm went off, that's part of what I was dreaming about. Finality, something beginning and all the rest ending abruptly."

"We've been sold out before," Morticia sounded with a heavy breath. Back in the living room, she prowled toward the healthy batch of snacks on the bar. Rosey had prepared nutritional snacks, from gluten free to the absence of GMO additives. "Missions aborted, bad intel, incompetent personnel, the list is endless. Yet, that's the nature of the game. We take risks."

"We stay in the fight because we're good at it," Rosey offered with her southern flare. She smiled as Morticia appraised her nakedness with a pleasing visual inspection. "Love you too."

"And, it is the great game, one we cannot afford to lose," Ronin added. All three formed a circle around the coffee bar, drank coffee and consumed black been humus to salad tray fixings, with toasted fish cakes on the side. "It was a dream within a dream, a simultaneous merging of images. Woke up, but was still dreaming, and then woke up after that. Outside us though..."

"Well hush my mouth," Rosey twanged as she peeled a banana and teased them when she slid the tip into her mouth. "You guys." she grinned. "Yep, gets you every time."

"But, you do that so well, my love," Ronin added with a nod. "Anyway, when I thought I was awake, I pulled my gun after I thought the security system activated."

"You're good with your gun, baby, and it's a girthy one," Morticia taunted in a tantalizing way. She licked her lips and munched a fishy treat. "Salmon's good, thank Rosey."

"You betcha, babe." Rose slowly chewed her banana.

"A dream within a dream, I fired a shot down the hallway, and then, nothing, but, here's thing, a ghostly presence revealed itself." Ronin sipped his strong brew of coffee.

"A surreal warning. Treachery abounds everywhere, my dear," Rosey tossed into their discussion. "So, did it say anything? Any mention of anyone in particular?"

"No immediately. With that, we were surrounded and left on our own, rogues being hunted," he told them. "Then, like you said, it muttered in a weird tone, 'it's the beginning, the advent', as though I would who or what it was talking about. Figure that." Ronin shrugged.

"Well, here's the thing," the Georgia Peach threw in the mix. "People getting more stupid by the day. I mean no matter where you go, people don't have the sense god gave a goose. Don't think I've ever seen a time when people so mean, hateful and ignorant."

"And, people who ought to know better," Morticia started, "politicians, pundits and academicians, you know who I'm talking about. Foolish people throwing tantrums."

"Alpha group?" Ronin asked and invited their reaction. "The beginning."

"In my humble opinion," Morticia started to say. "They'd be my first pick. My surveillance of those people, I'd speculate they'd be the first group to make a really dangerous move."

"I think they've been compromised," Ronin added. "Probably a mole or two."

"No surprises there, bet the feds have them closely monitored," Rosey offered.

"Of all the groups, they're the most vocal," Morticia noted.

"Agreed," Ronin confirmed. "However, they are the most dangerous. Their more radical elements stir up chaos, not serious fact drive debate. The riot they have instigated have produced property damage, death and destruction and no credible resolution to serious issues."

"Yep, pretty much, they're just looking to act out their shortcomings," Rosey suggested and looked Ronin up and down. "Damn, you look good naked." Her forehead wrinkled slightly while she puckered a salacious grin. "You getting big again? Wanna get back in the saddle?"

"You betcha, hot stuff." Ronin slanted a wicked gaze at her. "We can take turns stripping Morticia. Spend all evening naked and just taking turns with each other."

"Okay you two, let's get back on track here," Morticia said fondly to them.

"Morticia, you infiltrated them, I don't trust them," Ronin switched tempo. "My altered unconscious I think refers to them." He went on, "In the dream state, it was a bleak landscape, fires everywhere, like an apocalypse. Stark, the setting was an uninviting dim horizon, a burnt orange essence of reddish sunlight. We were in an open area, not unlike a vacant mall parking lot. Others surrounded us." He slowly sipped his coffee. "I've been working on the meaning." Ronin hugged Rosey and put his arm around Morticia for a moment. His fingers trailed down Rosey's naked back, stroked her butt and squeezed the crease of her ass. "An ambush."

"Interesting," Morticia commented and reached for more coffee. "We got caught in an ambush? You know we anticipate everything. We are way too cautious for that. We pick our battles carefully. And, we enjoy top tier intelligence from our network of partners."

"We're being watched, that's a given in our business," Ronin continued. "To have advance knowledge that a group wants to attack the seat of government is dangerous information. On top of that, who might they suspect other than the moles the Feds try to plant?"

"They are vulnerable because of their stupidity," Rosey continued. "They'll hit first."

"That among other things," Ronin lamented with a sour expression. "We're a devolving culture." He slowly crossed the room as though he had sensed something. Rosey and Morticia licked their lips in unison. They enjoyed watching his movements. "The end times are upon us, the human race faces extinction. It's not a race by any stretch of the imagination."

"People have about a hundred years left," Rosey completed the rest of his sentence.

"Stupid is the expression of willful neglect of duty, devotion and discipline for the greater good," he continued and smiled at both of them. "Unfortunately, the trendy memes of the day are filled with negativism and divisiveness, condescending themes that attack our heritage."

"So much for pulling together, regardless of ideology or differences," Rosy added and picked up one of Ronin's cigars from a humidor on the bar. She put it between her lips and lit it. A few puffs and she went on, "Demonize the president, tear up the constitution and degrade our history in a demeaning simple minded revisionist perspective of horse shit."

"Which is worse, horse shit or bullshit?" Ronin teased her and she winked at him.

"Puddles of bovine excrement," Rosey drawled with her southern charm. "With cow pies, you got fertilizer, top soil, fuel source or fly food. Plus, you got little wake up calls for city folk who don't watch where they're stepping." She reached out and playfully gave Ronin's penis a few jerks. "Gotcha baby. It's where a stump tailed cow has a busy day when hordes flies show up." She reared back a tad with a smirk filled gaze. "Horse shit is worse, can't do much with it."

"I kinda like that analogy," Morticia chuckled, elegantly sipped her coffee and smiled at her. "As regards our current horse shit mainstream, the immediacy of the situation is upon us. Of course, we take corrective action because we know how to do it, and we know what we're doing." Morticia asserted, muttered confidently, and her tone demanded action. "We fight the corruption and the incompetence. Extreme measures are warranted now."

"And, we fight for the oppressed and the weak, that's what heroes do," Ronin advised. "Yes, a redress of grievances is a constitutional right, while protestors left and right assert that." He gave Rosey a kiss on the cheek, and spotted a salmon cake which he speared with a fork. His glance connected with them, eye to eye, as he added, "We need to be alert and cautious."

"But, the course we take must be very dark," Rosey pointed out and smoked her cigar while she sipped the hot black coffee. "We're gonna get dirty, my loves, real dirty."

"What the fuck," Rosey cut her off. "Security panel is chirping, darlings." In the blink of an eye, naked and armed with her Colt .45, she went to the hallway monitoring system. Pressing a concealed button behind a movable light switch and the wall panels separated. "External perimeter is active. Standby, ground sensors detecting movement in the woods."

"Ground sensors, down by the dock at the river," Morticia said instantly as the alarm went off across the room where Rosey stood. "They came by boat, how creative. Didn't think they had the imagination for that. Most likely the Alpha Group." She had her 9mm Beretta pistol in her hand quickly. "We have an intrusion." She eased toward the panel where Ronin was standing with Rosey, as naked as she was. He had his Glock .40 pistol. "All monitors at full alert," She noted and inspected the recessed display. "Our security systems are up and fully operational."

"Guns up, my loves," Rosey added holding her .45 at her side, she accessed the control panel and punched in a code. "Gonna silence the noise makers and keep it real quiet like."

"Interior lights going black," Ronin told them. In the next few seconds, without skipping a beat, he and Rosey were in camo attire and combat booted for action. "You think Alpha, huh?"

"Yep, that's the buzz on the street. And, they kept harping about doing an assault on the nation's capital," Morticia groaned. "My god, they keep talking that nonsense. And, now this?" She began to fume. "We'll need to watch them carefully and be ready from now on."

"They're angry, upset and discouraged by the current state of politics," Ronin said. "They claim to be anti-fascist, yet everything they do, from rhetoric to demonstrations speaks fascism."

"Well, now they're about the get shit kick of 'em," Morticia snarled again. She headed for the basement door. "I'm going dark. Gonna access the escape hatch and meet them halfway."

"You wanna be backup, or basecamp?" Ronin smiled at Rosey when he asked that.

"I'll do basecamp, keep the place operational," Rosey said with a wink. "You two watch your lovely asses out there." She adjusted a comm-link to her ear. "Testing, one, two, three."

"Roger that, we got ya," Ronin answered, as he and Morticia tested their comm-links.

"Night goggles, love," Morticia urged Ronin and handed him a set of green specialized spectacles. She glanced at Rosey. "Interfacing glasses with comm-link." She pulled on a pair of skintight black gloves. "Okay baby, you stay safe in here. Shoot anything that ain't us."

"How many we got?" Ronin wanted to know the number of intruders.

"My loves," Rosey started to say. "Looks like thirteen. Squad sized. Infrared on full three sixty. They're holding a close pattern, clustering in a pack. Two boats at the shoreline." Intently, her sky blue eyes scanned the mini-monitors. "A wolf pack on the run, baby."

"Those assholes brought the fight to us," Morticia grumbled. "I'm gonna fuck them up. Wolf pack. We are wolf hunters, these idiots forget about the sheepdogs."

"Of course, they always forget about those who keep watch. Well, when this is over," Ronin speculated with a sigh and a frown. "We know some of these people. We'll need to think about how we're gonna negotiate this with the sheriff, and keep it out of the news."

"That's your job, love," Morticia said with a smirk. "You're the politician."

"Bullshit, you're gonna get it for that," he laughed. "Bound and gagged."

"Promises, promises," she taunted and led the way to the basement. "Let's kick ass."

"Okay, stay sharp, don't piss me and I have to come to the rescue," Rosey added.

"Roger that, sweetie, and keep that pie warm," Morticia agreed and blew her a kiss.

In a flash, as if ghosts, the pair vanished. Down the rabbit hole into the darkness of the night, the blackness of the fight, they blended with the surroundings. Seconds later, a muffled tube on her pistol, a k-bar on her belt, Morticia stalked her quarry. The huntress was on the watch for the game to unfold. Hunting humans is what she did well, for the kill she was an expert.

"Specter One," Morticia tapped Ronin on the shoulder and whispered. "I'm gone."

"Roger that, Specter Two," he whispered back. "Flanking maneuver."

"Assholes," she muttered in the underbrush under her breath in reference to the intruders. "They're making too much noise." She shook her head. "They might be duck hunters, but they're not warriors, and they definitely aren't in shape for this kind of stuff. What the fuck, they can kill an unarmed animal, but a human target, well that's a whole different game."

"Hold on, I gotta take a piss," a fat one said, laboring to keep his breath under control and lingered behind. "Go, I'll catch up. Go on man, we got the element of surprise." He chuckled fatly and pulled down his zipper. "Yep, these pussies are gonna fucked up."

"You call that a penis, fat boy," Morticia whispered from behind as the porky one pulled out a stubby fat dick. "Why, my goodness, little thing like that ain't much of a threat."

"What the fuck!" the pork rind blurted and struggled against the sudden attack.

But, his portly protests were futile. She muffled his utterances with a gloved hand, followed by a swift move that clamped a special kind of tape over the assailant's mouth. The portly lad couldn't speak, while his muted cries were effectively stifled. As he began to gag, Morticia drove a steel stiletto black from the base of the skull into his brain. Heavily, like a rag doll the attacker slumped backwards. Effortlessly, she eased him to the cold damp ground.

"Shh, fat boy, there ya go, just lay down for an eternity." In the darkness, she smiled over her handiwork. "Geezus, can't imagine you fucking anybody with that limp dick." She grinned as she slipped invisibly into the surround foliage. "You won't fight anymore today."

"Alpha Watch to Alpha 2," Rosey signaled from the cabin's command console. With keen interest she watched, as their stealth drone hovered overhead. "Nice work on that one, his partner is coming back your way, on the same path. Alpha 1, you copy that?

"Roger that, Alpha Watch," Ronin answered and continued his invisible status.

"Porky?" the thin intruder whispered from a distance. "What the fuck, man?" Making enough noise to eliminate stealth, the thin man returned. "What the fuck, you dead or what?"

The thin man, gaunt and angular, blurted an inconvenient oof, as he stumbled over the body. At the same instant, the she-devil watched from the shadows completely hidden by her incredible stealth ability. Crawling on all fours, his weapon on the damp leafy underbrush, his camo pants were stained red while he knelt beside the corpse. Still warm, with the smell of metallic hints in the air, the blood had already oozed around the face and neck. Mere seconds, maybe even minutes had gone by, and the tubby thug met a sure and swift judgement.

Underneath, the ground welcomed the nutritious sampling of the soon onset of decomposition. The beached whale of a carcass rested face up with a stare of stark horror. When he noticed the display of the kill, he jerked as if having a spasm. Fat boy's commando trousers were down around his ankles. His penis and scrotum were cleanly severed as though taken by a terribly swift razor sharp sword. The thin guy went speechless with a mirrored look of horror.

Gasping, unable to maintain any sense of sneakiness or surprise, skinny man gasped and gulped for air. Furtively, his head whiplashed from side to side, as if looking for an assailant to come out of the pitched darkness. Panicked, on the brink of whimpering, the thin man pulled back, as if to avoid touching the dead man. His tiny cries brought to the surface of mind the harsh reality of life. Such were the poignant realities of television commandos and real-world warriors.

"Hey, buddy," the skinny guy's voice stammered weakly and echoed through the chilly breeze. As if the realty was like the movies, this wasn't real. "Oh god, oh god, Come on, stop playing around, man." He cried and shook. "You gotta catch up, we're running late on this, let's go." He froze. "Oh my god how could they do this? No, no, no..."