There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 19

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"Lucius no wonder the soldiers in your unit, and the unit itself was the most highly decorated in the theater. You thought of everything. They followed your lead. I would never have thought of that."

"Margaret, send out a notice to all agents asking them if they are left-handed. Put urgent on it."

"I'm sorry general would you speak to my translator first. I don't understand normal English."

"General when are you two getting married?"

"I asked him the same thing several months ago Lucius. He still hasn't answered me."

"For a three time loser Lucius, you seem to be willing to put another man in jeopardy."

"If I have to suffer sir, why shouldn't someone else."

"Return to the map Lucius, tell me more."

  1. "We have to beautify these areas, with mature shrubs and bushes. Every sixth or seventh one, we can put in a microphone in, run the wires underground, and into our communication center in the hanger. They may tell us what they're planning to do, and we will meet them there before they can do any harm.

As we see the opposition force move into position on our flanks, we will ask everyone to go inside the hanger and escort the 'Best Luck' out of the hanger, and into the star filled night. As it comes out, we keep the guests in a safe area we will build for them. Once the decoy is outside, we can close the hanger doors for additional safety. We can also call the local police for help, as well as the Army next-door. When they hear the automatic weapons going off, they're going to wonder if they are under attack anyway. We tell them what to expect so they come prepared for battle."

"The vice president has to be seething by now. He didn't get William at home, plus his entire team got caught. Then he didn't get a chance at the Spacecraft, because you punched the guy in the nose. He's probably doing something now to keep himself busy, while trying to recruit his army. We already have ours, and I'm trying to get mine back together. I only have five committed to date. I'm hoping to have more check-in within a month or so, and we have time on our side.

As far as the upgrades are concerned, this has to start now; otherwise it will be obvious to them that we are preparing for them and not for the big show with Spacecraft coming out for a celestial navigation check.

I would suggest we load up on some heavy weapons to defend the hanger also. Fifty caliber machine guns, SAW's (squad assault weapons), grenade launchers, and rocket-propelled grenades would be useful. That's all I have for you so far sir."

"That's all Lucius? This is two months or three months' work by a team of men. You did it in ten days?"

"Sergeant Zachary helped me sir."

"You two have not cut the umbilical yet?"

"I tried to get rid of him, when we got out of the business. He wouldn't let go of me. Now I keep him around as a shooting partner. It's easy money."

"Okay Lucius, I like the plan. Let's walk the grounds and tell me what you see."

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Instead of taking a security team with them, they walked alone. They carried their sidearms, just in case, but doubted anyone would try anything on the property, in broad daylight. They also had snipers on top of the hanger looking after them.

Lucius made a conscious decision not to point where he wanted anything placed, just in case anyone had a long distance lens on them. He heard the droning of an airplane flying overhead and looked up to see it. It was the same twin-engine Beechcraft he saw when he was walking into the building. He wondered why it was flying at such a reduced speed, at about 3000 feet.

As they made the turn where the berms would be built, he heard the droning again. He said, "Get down Dan."

Both men dove into the bushes.

"What the fuck is going on Lucius?"

"Call me suspicious general, but I think were being spied upon. That twin-engine Beechcraft is capable of doing over 200 knots, and it's barely doing one hundred. I saw it on my way into the building, and now twice while we've been walking. Someone is trying to count our strength. Do you want to guess who that might be?"

Dan took out his cell phone and ordered all the agents to get undercover until the light green aircraft flying overhead stopped transiting the area.

Everyone was to be on alert for it or any other aircraft flying similar patterns every day."

Dan put his phone away. "Shall we continue our walk?"

"You are the higher ranking officer; you lead, I'll follow."

As they walked, they found an old soccer ball in the field and started kicking it around. It landed in areas where Lucius wanted shrubs or bushes planted to stop the opforce from having a straight run towards the hanger.

Dan smiled when Lucius said the new bushes and plants would be anchored by six to eight foot long reinforcing bars, pounded into the ground, slightly below the height of the plant. Whether on foot or by vehicle, when you hit it, you were going to stop, hard, and fast; more than likely breaking something in the process.

"Lucius, you are evil."

"Yes sir, I am."

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"Mrs. Thyme, this is Wes Purcell from Babcock and Wilcox, how are you this morning?"

"I'll let you know Wes as soon as you tell me how everything is going up there?"

"The containment vessel came out of the kiln last evening, and we had to wait until this morning to touch it. We put it through x-ray and ultrasound to verify there were no holes or air pockets in it. Everything came out perfect just like the last one. However this time we put in a separate container carrying extra mixture. We took it to the top of the factory and dropped it onto the factory floor. We now have a crack in our floor but not a blemish on the containment vessel mixture. Your son was right. It was the Mercury in the water. I will make the adjustments to the interior of the unit as we discussed prior to shipping it to you. You will have it within thirteen months."

"That's excellent news Mister Purcell; remember we need the exact measurements for the sled railings, prior to the delivery time, so we can make adjustments to our locking mechanisms. Once it gets here, it is being transferred from your truck directly onto the sled. It will be locked down, all the electrical connections completed, and put into the containment area of the ship. Once that door closes, it is not going to be opened again until we pass Jupiter. It is not going to stay outside of our spacecraft one second longer than it absolutely has to be."

"I agree with you on that Mrs. Thyme. All you would need is a cat or rodent to climb into the propulsion system, and it would ruin your entire week."

"It could ruin our entire flight Mister Purcell. Thank you for calling so promptly. It takes one of my biggest worries off my list."

"Do you have any news about your dad?"

"Yes, thank you for asking. The operation went very well, and the doctors are pleased. We will know more in the next month as the results of his tests come back, and he regains his strength. If they all come back good he returns for a checkup in nine months. If not, he returns in six months for radiation and chemotherapy again. We are going to hope for the best and see what happens."

"That's all you can do. You can't live your life worrying if the next day is going to be your last. I will talk to you in a few months Mrs. Thyme; buy that youngster of yours an ice cream from me. I will pay you when I deliver the containment vessel."

"You have a deal Mister Purcell. Be well, and goodbye."

90. Going Up

"You're doing wonderfully Doctor Luck. We are transferring you to a long-term healthcare facility for six weeks, and then you can go home."

"Why can I go home now?"

"Dr. Luck, you need twenty-four hour a day care by RN'S, CNA's, physical therapists, a dietitian, and special foods. It's easier for you to be in a healthcare facility."

"Nurse, if it's not too personal question within a range of $20,000, how much do you make a year?"

"That would be approximately $60,000 Doctor Luck."

"If I gave you a two-year guaranteed contract, at $200,000 a year, plus benefits, would you work for me twelve hours a day?"

"When would you like me to start Doctor?"

"Doctor Mozia, when we were going to transfer me?"

"Tomorrow morning, about 10 AM."

"What is your name nurse?

"Tammy Hopkins."

"Tammy, I live in Temple which is 170 some odd miles from here. Are you going to be able to relocate?"

"Yes sir, I still live with my parents, so that will not be a problem."

"This is my wife Jennifer. When we get home, she is your boss. If I am a pain in the ass, which more than likely I will be, you go to her and she will straighten me out. Is that okay with you?"

"That is fine with me Doctor Luck."

"I need two things from you now. I would like you here at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning to help me get ready to leave. I also need two more RNs working under the same contract conditions as you. They also will need to relocate to Temple, because it is too hazardous to drive 340 miles every day after working twelve hours.

I will have my attorney write up your contract. You can have an attorney read the contract for you and I will pay your attorney fees.

I am sure I can get three CNA's in Temple, for $100,000 a year for two years, and a registered dietitian also for the same amount of money. However, this hospital has been good to me, and if anyone here wants to transfer up there, I will give them a chance to say yes or no first. Let us know what you find out before the end of the day."

"Doctor Luck, you are stealing the best and the brightest from our staff."

"I am just following your directions Doctor. You wanted me in a healthcare facility which would hasten my recovery. Your best and brightest will do that for me. I would ask you to come along, but the patients who come to this hospital need you to fix them as you fixed me. My physician in Temple can do the follow-up care, and keep in touch with you. How do you thank people who saved your life?"

"A nice check to the research facility would be appreciated."

"More than the $20 million Jennifer gave them this morning?"

"No, Doctor and Mrs. Luck, I think that is more than generous."

"Do you have any children whose parents can't afford their care in the hospital now?"

"I believe we have four in the cancer care unit now. One of them is just seven months old, and has a brain tumor. We are treating them for free."

"Jen give Doctor Mozia Rod's card. Send all bills for those four children to my attorney. Don't tell the parents anything about us, but I want those children to have the best care money can buy. I would really like to know if the baby survives."

"Doctor, the chances of that baby surviving is less than fifteen percent. It would take a miracle of science, and technology for her to pull through."

"Doctor Mozia, you left one thing out: Science, technology, and prayer. I will be praying for her, and so will her family."

"So will I Doctor Luck, and so will the whole surgical staff."

"When is her operation scheduled?"

"It is scheduled for next Thursday morning at 8 AM."

"Doctor, I know this is crazy, but I've been called crazy all my life. I'll give the hospital and extra $5 million, if they change that babies operation to Tuesday morning."

"I'll see what I can do, but the schedules are made up months in advance depending on the availability of the surgeon and his staff. It's not that easy to do Doctor Luck."

"I just have this feeling, it has to be Tuesday, or she's not going to make it."

"I'll speak with the Chief of Surgery, and the Chief of Staff. I'll let you know if you have to write another check by the end of the day."

"Thank you Doctor

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"Even, what's so special about that little girl?"

"She's a little girl, that's why she's special. Who knows what she could be when she grows up. She could be as beautiful as you are. She can be a mother as special as you are. She will never get a chance if she dies at seven months old. It's not fair. How would you feel if Holden was lying in that bed at seven months old and the doctor came up to you and said your child has a fifteen percent chance of living through the operation. All the money in the world could not contain the grief that we would be feeling."

"Even, you have always been a good man; a kind, gentle, and caring soul. This operation has made you more so."

"Don't get a swelled head over this wife. The only thing that got me through this entire ordeal was you. The thought of not seeing you again, the thought of not being able to say goodbye to you, when I thought I was lost, made me pray for the one thing I needed most in this world; I needed a chance to say goodbye to the love of my life. I didn't want to leave this life without saying goodbye to the woman who gave me such happiness, purpose, and a family to love. Jennifer Stars you were put on this earth for me and it took us too long to find each other. Next time WOULD YOU PLEASE USE A COMPASS'."

Her right fist didn't miss me. "You bastard! Everything you said was so warm, so beautiful, and heartfelt. Then you tell me to use A COMPASS. Even, if I had one I wouldn't know what to do with it."

"Give it to Gordon, Jen; he'll find a way to get you to me."

"If you weren't sick I'd beat you to a pulp you ingrate."

"Remember woman, one day I will be well, and you still have that opening I have not touched, yet."

"Did I tell you I bought a professional staple machine? Those staples are four inches long and can go through solid maple. While you're sleeping a certain appendage could be stapled to your body permanently."

"You better watch out for those things. If you can't read a compass how the hell are you going to know which side is up and which side is down."

"Even you are such a pain in the ass."

"Exactly dear, it will be a pain in your ass. Did you call Dan about tomorrow?"

"No, I thought you were going to a nursing home."

"I am going to a nursing home. I'm going to my home, nursing on those lovely tits of yours."

"Do you mean I'm going to be sleeping in my bed for the first time in nearly 5 months, and you're going to keep me up at night?"

"I certainly hope so. There is a part of my body that needs to be relaxed, and although I cannot have vaginal sex with you in my weakened condition, oral sex is definitely on my menu. Start exercising your tongue my dear, because mine is a ready up to the letter Z. I've been pulling it out of the back of my throat for weeks. It should reach your ovaries by the time I'm through with you."

"I think I'm going to visit my grandmother."

"I'm sure one of my three pretty nurses will be happy to assist me for a slight bonus."

I could not move far enough away or fast enough to avoid the smack that hit my head, even though I threw up my arms to protect it. When I put my arms in a slightly less defensive position she surprised me by hitting me again.

"If I ever...

That was all she was able to say, because I pulled her onto the bed. She didn't believe I had the strength to do it, and she was surprised. I kissed her, which removed the venom from her thinking process.

"Dummy, didn't I just tell you the only reason I survived this operation was because of you? Do you think I would touch another woman when I have you? God gave me the gift of a lifetime when he put you into my life. How could you ever think I would cheat on you? I worship the ground you walk on; I think you dress funny, but you are a woman, so you're allowed. At least you're not dressing Gordon in plaids anymore, but poor Richard and Holden..."

"Doctor Luck you have only kissed me to avoid further punishment. When you let me go, I'm going to hit you again."

"Mrs. Luck is kissing like oral sex?"

"Kissing is considered the prelude to all sorts of sex. If you don't get started soon, there will never be any sex anymore Doctor."

"I am so weak, and so tired, I think I'll take a nap."

"There goes your blowjob Doctor."

"I wonder which one of us will miss it more? Have you been playing with your toys lately dear?"

"How could I; I've been stuck in this room with you."

"Oh you horny little devil you. You have been sexually deprived for nearly 5 months. You are going to go off like a Roman candle. I am going to have fun lighting your fuse."

"You can hardly walk Even. If I was on the other side of a room, you would collapse before you got to me."

"I told you before Jen, I prayed to get back to you. I will pray at the altar of your sex many times before I die."

"Even stop it. I'm getting wet, and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Close the door."

"Even there is nothing we can do here. It's a hospital, don't even try it."

"Jennifer, are you still my wife?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, of course I'm your wife."

"Go into the bathroom; remove your bra and panties. When you're finished close the door to the room, and lay down next to me."

"If we get caught, I'm going to decapitate you."

"They cut me from my chest to my balls. Now you are going to cut my head off. The only part of me that will not have a scar is my chest. We will save it for my heart transplant."

"Don't even joke about something like that Even, because I'll do it myself without anesthetic."

"Move your ass Mrs. Luck, before I kick you."

"Remember I warned you Even."

I moved to the far right side of the bed, and turned onto my left side, with my left hand holding up my head. It was the sexiest look I could think of for a man would lost twenty-five pounds that he could not afford to lose. I was literally skin and bones.

Jen exited the bathroom, closed the door to the room, and hurriedly put her bra and panties into the same shoulder bag, containing the chain saw, lug wrench, throwing knives, and assorted and sundry other items women carry in case of a nuclear attack.

"Get under the covers, and don't argue."

"Yes Doctor." She sat on the edge of the bed removed her shoes and slid into bed beside me. Just the smell of her was a panacea for my soul. I took no prisoners, and neither did she. We yearned for one another.

I don't know how long our first embrace lasted, but if I were allowed to do it, I would have been in her center in a heartbeat. It took all my willpower not to break that rule. I did not want to stay in the hospital three more weeks, while the sutures that held it together healed.

My mouth went from her lips to her neck, and my right hand went to her breast. For a young man, this is the first intimate part of the female anatomy he gets to touch, and as he gets older, the woman's breasts' never loses their fascination.

As my mouth descended down the center of her chest and over to my right hand, I squeezed the gentle flesh surrounding the pink nipple, and watched as my mouth descended on it. My tongue reached out and played with that little protrusion in the center, and I heard Jennifer moan.

Her right hand pushed my head down onto her fleshy orb, and I opened my mouth to take as much of it in as was possible. My tongue continues to play havoc with her nipple, as my hand slid lower on her belly.

As I reached the curly top of her pubic hair, it was a little denser than normal. She was with me all the time, and did not have time to take care of her personal grooming needs. I would talk to her about that when we got home, where I had more room to protect myself.

For now however, I wanted to give my wife something she richly deserved; a trip to outer space, unencumbered by a rocket.

Two fingers slid down the inside walls of her labia and they were soaked. This was not a joking matter. I had left her alone way too long. I wanted to ignite her with a huge blast. Then I was going to ignite her second stage, and finally put her into orbit.

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