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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

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congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 8 (nosex)
(C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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'Darren!' Sun's warning in my head wasn't necessary, this time, as I was 
anticipating the pass.  I caught the ball behind my back while my eyes 
kept Frank occupied.  My chi told me that Wei was open, so I shot a 
bounce-pass in front of her as she passed behind and to my left, headed 
toward the goal. She caught it just as she started her leap and made 
another easy layup.

The basketball game had been my idea.  The Gemini Girls had been 
searching for a way to sharpen our ability to use each other's senses to 
greater advantage, but it was hard to design an exercise that would do 
that.  It was after Frank and I had a little one-on-one game that I 
realized basketball would be the perfect way to accomplish what my 
mind-mates wanted, and have a little fun while we were at it.

Our first practices were laughable.  It is very difficult to coordinate 
your own movements based on what someone else is seeing, and the 
temptation to use your own eyes is tremendous.  Mei proposed that we 
take turns wearing a blindfold to remove that temptation, one at a time, 
starting with me, since my chi would give me a little help.  Since my 
'energy vision' could not work on inanimate objects all it could do for 
me was let me know where the others were and approximately what they 
were doing. If one passed the ball to me, I had to depend on someone 
else's eyes to catch it.

Sounds simple, right?  Wrong!  It took a LOT of practice to get to where 
I could convert what the others were seeing into something my muscles 
could use, but gradually I started getting the knack.  When I became 
reasonably proficient at it, I passed the blindfold to Jun, who went 
through the same process.  The disadvantage the ladies shared was that 
they also had to interpret what my chi was telling them about what 
everyone was doing.  Their advantage, however, was that they had been 
there with me as I learned, and already had a headstart.

Finally, after many hours of practice, chasing missed balls, and 
suffering not a few bruises, balls in the face and jammed fingers, we 
felt that this 'secondary vision' thing was becoming second nature to 
us, even without the blindfold, so we challenged the rest of the Gemini 
team to come up with a basketball team to play against us.  The game was 
scheduled for a Saturday, and the entire Hastings household, as well as 
many off-duty employees from Gemini and Hastings' company had come to watch.

We didn't have that big an advantage on defense, though being able to 
see the person you're defending through other eyes makes it more 
difficult for him or her to fool you.  On offense, however, they 
couldn't touch us.  Time and again, we made impossible plays that 
baffled our opponents and threw their defense into disarray.  Being the 
big guy on our team, I was, naturally, low post for most plays,  and my 
chi helped to keep us all informed of how the defense was configured, 
and where the weaknesses were.

Some of our play must have looked like something from a Harlem 
Globetrotters game.  We weren't anywhere near as good at handling the 
ball as the Globetrotters, but then, I don't recall ever seeing them do 
a no-look catch, and that was what kept confounding the team against 
which we were playing.

Our opponents were pretty good, and in a normal match might actually 
have beaten us, despite the G-Girls' athletic prowess and superhuman 
stamina.  As it was, however, the game was blowout for us.  Since no one 
but Hastings and his daughter knew our little secret, our performance 
must have been astounding to watchers and opponents alike. Frank 
McKenzie approached me after the game.

"Damn, squid!" The ex-CIA agent told me. "You five act like you've got 
eyes in back of your heads or something!  I've never seen that kind of 
teamwork! No wonder three of you were able to take my team so easily 
back in that hotel in Frankfurt!"

"Now, see what loving your work can do for you?" I laughed.

"I don't know, man," he replied, shaking his head. "That's got to be 
more than just loving your work.  That was spooky!"

"These ladies are awesome, aren't they?" I said, trying to deflect his 
curiosity a bit.  "They've kind of taken a liking to me, and taught me 
some things the SEALS never dreamed of.  By the way - doesn't the losing 
team owe the winners a few drinks or something?"

"Drinks, my ass!" he snorted. "This was a setup from the start!  If 
anybody owes anyone drinks, you guys oughta be buying!"

"How about a rain check?" I grinned. "Let's get through this CIA 
interview next week, and if everything comes out all right, I'll buy 
you, Talibah, her mom, and your whole team a drink!"

He slapped me on the shoulder as we headed for the shower.  "You got a 
deal!  Hey, thanks for putting in a good word with Hastings and my 
bosses about letting me go with Talibah for this interview.  She's going 
to need a friendly face nearby, and since I know these guys' tricks, I 
can kinda keep 'em from getting too nasty."

"No problem, jarhead." I replied, "You just take care of my girl, huh?"

I couldn't tell him that I also thought it would be a good idea for him 
to carry a couple of the Proteus bugs with him.  It would be harder to 
detect them if there were only a couple on each body.  Besides, he might 
go visiting old pals and get into places that Talibah couldn't get close to.

After my own shower, I met with Hastings and the G-Girls for a final 
planning session. I was a little leery about sending those devices in 
with Talibah, especially without her knowledge. For that matter, I 
wasn't all that thrilled about doing it to Frank, either, but we figured 
they'd be less likely to tip someone off, deliberately or accidentally, 
if they didn't know they were carrying spyware with them.  Hastings 
compromised and swore that if either of them was caught, he would take 
responsibility.  I didn't say so, but he wasn't the only one who would 
be running interference for them if they were discovered.

The real sticking point was retrieval of the devices after they had done 
their work.  There was no reason to expect that the spooks would be able 
to detect them, but it wouldn't be wise to leave them laying around the 
grounds - somebody, someday, would come across them and put two and two 
together.

Since the grounds of the Langley compound weren't quite as secure as the 
buildings, we decided that Mei, Wei, Sun, Jun, and I would be the pickup 
team.  Once a day, starting three days after insertion, we would drive 
by and blip the devices electronically, after seven days or when all 
devices answered, we would go in at night and retrieve them.

The last blip before we entered the grounds would give us rough 
positioning.  Each of us would be equipped with something that looked a 
bit like a flat black janitor's dustpan, but was small enough to fit in 
a pocket.  Each of these 'garages,' when activated, would emit a 
low-level signal that the bugs would home in on.  We would each make our 
way to the vicinity of one of the bugs, as reported by the blip, and 
activate our dustpan. When a bug 'docked' in its garage, the dustpan 
would send a signal to its wielder's headset.  Theoretically, each 
garage could retrieve up to a dozen bugs, but we only planned to send 
half a dozen, and the less time we spent on the grounds of the CIA 
compound, the better.  With five of us going, if all six bugs made it 
out, one of us, whichever was closer, would have to pick up the extra 
bug.  With any luck two of them would be close together and could be 
retrieved with a single stop.

Talibah's interview went well enough, though the CIA wasn't happy with 
what she told them.  She was forthcoming about Ghalib, the Chinese, and 
the involvement of the agents in Germany and Salzburg, but would not 
give up names or other information about living members of her 
organization.  Frank, true to his word, protected her from some of the 
worst things they could have thrown at her.  She didn't, for instance, 
get packed off to Guantanamo Bay, but short of physical abuse, they used 
every weapon in their arsenal against her.

When we collected them in the evening, Talibah looked drained but not 
too much the worse for wear.  A quick sweep picked up CIA bugs that had 
been planted on both of them, but no trace of the Proteus devices.  Our 
'bugs' had apparently crawled away without being noticed. Since Hastings 
Company manufactured security devices, the listeners probably weren't 
too surprised when their bugs died.

Three days later, in a different vehicle, Sun drove by the Langley 
compound and got responses from four of our devices that had made it out 
of the buildings with their loads of data.

The next night, yet another vehicle, and five responded. We hoped we 
might be able to make our pick up earlier than expected.  It wasn't 
until the seventh day, however, that the sixth bug responded to our signal.

That night was moonless and overcast - a perfect night for infiltrating 
one of the most secure places on earth.  We were using a combination of 
techniques I had learned in SEAL training and spec-ops, and stuff that 
the G-Girls had gotten as part of their training and experience.

We wore headsets for communication with our control - one of the most 
trusted of Gemini's people - and to hear the signal from our 'garages' 
when our bugs came home, but our communication with each other was, 
naturally, through our 'personal' hookup. It was much faster and more 
reliable, but it drove the woman chosen as our control batty, since she 
had no idea what was going on unless one of us bothered to tell her.

The place was a maze of optical, laser, and other detectors, but we had 
one advantage.  To avoid having too many false alarms from wildlife, 
patrolling dogs and such, the point of detection had to be a certain 
distance above ground, and motion sensors were not used at all. Our 
progress was slow, but Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I slowly made our way from 
our widely dispersed insertion points to our respective pick up points. 
  My 'chi vision' came in handy more than once, as guards or dogs passed 
near one of us.  Thanks to the early warning, we all managed to stay 
downwind of the dogs and not raise any alarms.

I made my pickup without incident and started back out.  I had almost 
reached the fence when my luck ran out.  One of the dogs - a Doberman 
Pinscher, picked up my scent and came straight for me.  I could have 
killed him, but if I could neutralize him without leaving evidence of my 
passing it would be much better.

Instinctively, my chi reached out to him, tasting the white hot anger 
and fear that my scent had aroused in him. The fear was for his 
trainer's wrath, I realized, as he charged silently upon my position.  I 
sat cross-legged on the ground, checking my tell-tales to be sure we 
were out of range of sensor and camera sweeps.  My energy flowed 
outward, flooding the dog's anger with affection, and soothing his fear. 
  I had never tried this before and I could feel the girls watching 
tensely as the dog paused, whining, sniffing the air around me.  It was 
hard to remain calm and keep the proper energies flowing, so I was 
grateful for the steadying presence of Sun and Jun.  Mei and Wei kept 
track of what my chi was 'seeing.'  I continued sending out soothing 
energies while sitting perfectly still.  In fits and starts, the dog 
inched closer, ears erect now, curious about what I might be.  It took a 
couple of minutes that seemed like hours, but soon, the dog was happily 
licking my face!  I scratched him behind the ears and under his collar, 
then resumed my progress toward the compound fence.

My new canine friend followed along as I crept and crawled, avoiding 
sensors and cameras, and I feared he might draw unwanted attention to me 
in his zeal to be my friend.  I 'pushed' caution at him, and suddenly, 
he was creeping along beside me on his belly, his ears up and alert, 
nose twitching.

I felt a little guilty when I reached the outer fence and had to leave 
my pal behind. I felt like I had betrayed him in some way.

Three of the girls had already made it back to the pickup point by the 
time I got there, and Mei arrived shortly after I did, having had to 
pick up two of the bugs.

It was beginning to look like a clean getaway, but we didn't relax our 
guard until we were well away from Langley, each making our separate way 
back to California.  I was airborne on a flight out of Baltimore when 
the girls began bombarding me with questions about whatever possessed me 
to take the dog on in just that manner.  I tried my best to come up with 
a logical explanation, but the truth was that it was sheer guesswork, 
and I was going to have to be careful about that.  It was not wise to 
jeopardize a critical mission for the sake of an experiment, even if the 
result was positive.

Our homecoming in California was a muted affair.  Having each taken 
different flights, we arrived by ones and twos at Hastings' estate.  As 
I waited for Wei and Sun to arrive, I took a walk around the grounds. 
It was really a park-like affair that cleverly disguised the defensive 
capabilities of its features.

I was lost in thought, so I was almost on them before I realized anyone 
else was there.  Talibah and Frank, however, were so wrapped up in each 
other - literally - that they never noticed my presence.  I watched 
their passionate embrace for much longer than was polite, then sadly 
turned back toward the house.

I guess I was feeling a little sorry for myself, realizing that my bond 
with the girls would make it difficult for me to ever have a 'normal' 
relationship.  The more I thought about it, the more morose I became.  I 
had never really seen myself in a monogamous relationship before, but it 
seemed that now I would never get the chance to experience what it was 
like.  Gradually, I became aware of a mixture of amusement and sadness 
emanating from my four partners.

Of course: they would know, automatically, how I felt and why, but their 
reaction puzzled me, until I bothered to notice the thoughts behind it, 
then the situation became crystal clear.

Here I was, pining over the loss of a woman who, no matter how I felt 
about her or she about me, had chosen another man, and I was bemoaning 
the fact that my link with four lovely ladies would keep me from having 
such relationships.  Until that moment, it had never occurred to me just 
how lucky I was.  Here I was, irrevocably linked to, not one, but four 
beautiful women who loved me dearly.  It is the very nature of our bond 
that I couldn't help but love them back.  Not only that, but the five of 
us had something that few, if any couples ever achieve - we UNDERSTOOD 
each other on so many levels that would be impossible without this 
mind-meld I had somehow created between us.  The bonus, especially for 
me, of course, was that we could, and often did, enjoy sex in many ways 
that would not be possible with a 'normal' woman.  I may not ever have a 
monogamous relationship, but the one I had could prove to be even better.

I'm not sure how to describe the reaction I got from my partners as they 
'watched' me work this out for myself.  I guess the best I can do is to 
call it 'mental applause' but there were also feelings of tenderness, 
and even relief on my behalf, as if they had been there WAY ahead of me, 
and were wondering if I would ever catch up.

Our sex that night was more loving, more tender than any I can recall 
before or since.  It was almost as though they were welcoming me home, 
and we spent hours pleasing each other, over and over, as often with 
hands and mouth as with our sex organs.

The following day, I met with Steve Hastings and the Gemini Girls at 
Hasting's company headquarters, where, for the first time, I got 
introduced to his CTO.  The guy was a total wonk, but who could fault 
him when he kept coming up with all these gadgets that were so far ahead 
of the rest of the world?

The information retrieved by the bugs was incredible, though most of it 
was useless for our purposes.  We had no intention of putting agents or 
legitimate missions at risk, and the illegitimate ones we wanted to stop 
at the source, not in the field.  It took the better part of two weeks 
to sort out the stuff we needed because it was a task that could not be 
automated.  Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I, however, made a much quicker job 
of it than might have been expected, since we could scan five different 
data streams and correlate what we saw without having to put it on 
paper.  In the end, we destroyed about eighty percent of the data we had 
recovered, keeping about twenty percent for our own purposes.

It was near the end of that period that the CIA came calling. 
Fortunately, the five of us were working late that night.

Wei, the on-call supervisor for the building's security got a call from 
the security center, reporting that several cameras had been disabled 
and that sensors were reporting the presence of many extra bodies.  When 
I extended my chi beyond the walls of the building, it encountered a 
large number of bodies on the ground, and others descending from two 
helicopters hovering above the building.

These guys were serious! From the size and organization of the assault 
force, it had to be a Government agency, and we wondered if our little 
invasion of CIA Headquarters had been detected, after all.

Naturally, the ground floor entrances and exits were blind traps that 
would allow any incursion to reach a blastproof steel door, then drop 
another behind the invaders. The same was true of the roof access.  Each 
of these rooms, once sealed, could be flooded with a knockout gas.

In the event that the invaders came equipped with gas masks, automatic 
weapons systems and firing ports for the guards would do a more 
permanent job of disabling the intruders.

The elevator shafts were also impenetrable.  Between the equipment room 
on the roof and the shafts that carried the elevator cars were two thick 
layers of reinforced concrete.  The cables that raised and lowered the 
cars were threaded through individual holes in that concrete.  No one 
was coming in that way.

That left the air conditioning system.   The intakes for the system were 
on the roof and gave easy access to an equipment room on the top floor 
of the building.  Getting beyond the top floor through those ducts, 
though, would prove an arduous and frustrating task for the intruders. 
I saw in the minds of the girls the system of baffles and heavy screens 
that would take hours for even the best equipped team to penetrate. 
There were, however, access panels that allowed egress from the system 
into the equipment room.

The girls assured me that the guards would handle the ground floor 
incursions and anyone coming down the stairs from the roof.  Our job was 
to capture anyone attempting to enter through the air conditioning.

The equipment room would have been tough to break out of, as well, but 
we weren't going to give them a chance. We were wearing ear protection 
and safely hidden behind concrete barriers in anticipation of the 
standard space-clearing tactic when they tossed concussion grenades into 
the room through the two access doors. As soon as the first pair of 
booted feet appeared, however, we took up positions near the access 
openings, but out of sight.

The owner of those boots hit the floor, crouched, peered around at the 
apparently empty room, and said 'Clear!' into his throat mic. That was 
when Jun hit him.  He fell, unconscious, and she caught his weapon to 
keep it from clattering on the floor.  Not that his teammates would be 
able to hear much.  Being inside those metal ducts when the grenades 
went off outside must have been like being inside a drum at a 
headbanger's concert.  No wonder the guy had been shaking his head when 
he came out.

The other three from this team dropped, one by one, into the room, and 
each instantly fell prey to blows from one or more of us.  They hadn't 
left anyone on the roof, as my chi confirmed, but there was a control 
team in the parking lot.

With these agents secure, and the guards busy securing the gassed 
intruders from the entrances, I took one of their headsets, listening to 
the frantic calls from the guys in the van they were using as a command 
post.  I grabbed a direction finder and headed outside, homing in on the 
signals from the command center.  Jun, understanding my purpose, came 
with me.  I took the back doors and she took the side.  The two men and 
a woman inside surrendered without a fight when faced with two silenced 
automatic pistols.

At the same time, Mei and wei turned on the building's anti-aircraft 
systems, painting both choppers with fire control radar before ordering 
them to land in the parking lot.  The pilots, too, were disinclined to 
resist.

Now that we had the entire assault team secured, we naturally wanted to 
know why they were attacking us.  The answers, this time, were not quite 
as easy to come by as they had been in Germany, but all of us were 
trained in interrogation techniques.  We took the five who seemed likely 
to know the most into five different rooms. My guy and I conversed about 
the reasons for the attack.  Sun and Jun and their agents did the same. 
  Mei and Wei asked their guys about who sent them, where the orders 
came from, etc.

Since each of us could hear what all five had to say without them 
knowing it, it was easy to cross them up and get them to trap each 
other.  By the time we were done, we knew that the attack was put 
together not on the suspicion of stolen data, as we had feared, but to 
find out what the Chinese had wanted so badly from us that they put 
together such an elaborate scheme to get it.

Seems the agencies Hastings worked with on his other products hadn't 
been able to provide the answers, since Hastings had kept them in the 
dark about his R&D, and Talibah's answers to their questions had only 
piqued their interest.  They didn't believe the story she told about the 
girls' former employer wanting them back, dead or alive, when they asked 
what the Chinese were after.

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