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A Swarm Cycle story
Chapter 2



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 2 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF oral anal exhib ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 2

	"What?"  Daddy blinked and began to frown.

	"Well, nothing yet.  I just got out of the Army this morning..." I
amplified.  "It's a little early for me to have a job.  I've got a little
money for the transition while I look."

	"Oh."  Daddy looked somewhat mollified.  "What do you plan to look
for?"

	"That's not clear yet," I replied.  "Something that will put food on
the table to start, then I'll try to fine-tune things.  I need to get in some
more college courses.  The field I hope to get into doesn't have a supporting
major.  The closest thing would be celestial navigation."

	Daddy eyed me.  "Like on a ship?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	Daddy turned to Rachel.  "He's going to be a sailor, Honey.  Best to
drop him now."  Rachel looked stubborn -- and unhappy.

	"That's uh, if and when," I noted.  "It may never happen.  Right now,
it's kind of pie in the sky."

	Daddy cleared his throat.  "Ahem, yes..."  I knew we weren't on the
same frequency.

	"Why don't we just have our dinners and if Rachel and I can't find
any compelling reason not to be together by the end of dinner, then we can go
somewhere private where I can be a little more forthcoming?" I suggested,
adding, "We're not communicating because I can't discuss certain things in
public."

	"Ah, hmmph, yes, all right," Daddy agreed reluctantly.

	"I'm nineteen," Rachel whispered tightly, "I don't NEED their
permission!"

	"You know that, and I know that, Honey Bun, but THEY don't seem to,"
I countered.

	"They need to learn!" Rachel declared.  "I have enough problems
without having them drag me back like a boat anchor!"  She leaned in.
"What's this about being a sailor?"

	"Not here, Honey.  There was a little confusion there.  I wasn't
talking about being a deep water swabbie -- I get seasick.  I'll explain
later -- and it's better than that."

	"Okay."  She leaned against me, apparently blissfully happy, while
she dug into her salad.  I went to work on mine, too, while trying to decide
what to ask her.

	"What are your plans?" I asked, finally.  "What are you doing?"

	"I'm in community college," she replied.  "Theoretically, I'm working
on my liberal arts degree, but I'm really wasting Daddy's money while I look
for you."

	"Me?"

	"You're what I was looking for.  I didn't have a picture, but I know
it when I see it."  She eyed me hotly.  "I wanna go somewhere and rub myself
all over you!"  She stopped for a minute and looked troubled.  "You know I'm
fat, right?  I mean, you've got twenty-twenty vision, right?  You don't need
glasses?"

	I grinned.  "Yeah, yeah, I get it."

	"Yeah, well, maybe you ought to rub my belly or something."  She
reached down and wiggled on the seat, clearing her dress away from under her
butt.  "Go ahead -- make sure you can deal with it."

	"What about...?"  I flicked a glance at the next booth.  Nick was
watching us.

	"Do it."  Rachel pulled her skirt up and stuck out her tongue at her
brother.  He grinned at her and didn't say anything while I slid my hand
under there to sample skin.  Surprise!  I liked it!  I liked the feel and I
liked the look -- there was some definition there.  She wasn't bushy, but she
wasn't bald about the pussy mound -- whether it was trimmed or it just laid
that way, her short pubes looked combed.  "Well?" she whispered in my ear.  I
turned my head and kissed her.  Rachel let go of her skirt and put a hand
behind my head and moaned into my mouth, hers wide open to my tongue.

	"Hey, hey, hey!"  Daddy plucked at my sleeve and I broke the kiss to
face his disapproval.  "None of that!"

	"No, LOTS of that!" Rachel asserted.  "Go away, Daddy!"  I slid my
hand out from under her dress, hoping it was undetected.

	"Let's eat," I suggested.  "We can do that later."  Daddy looked REAL
unhappy, but he turned back to his dinner.

	For the rest of the meal we limited ourselves to rubbing each other's
thighs and the occasional kiss.  I was very happy with Rachel and it was
clear that it was mutual.  Where she'd been all my life up to the day I got
my CAP card wasn't clear -- but what WAS clear was the fact that she didn't
seem to give a shit about the score.  The appearance, at least, was that if
we'd met a week or a year previous, the result would have been similar, at
least, as long as I made the first move.  Of course, the chances were that I
wouldn't have made that move...

	As for Rachel, well, I was beginning to get a feel for what was up
with her.  You know that guinea pig in 'Dr. Doolittle' that does the dance
and sings, 'Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight!'?  Well,
that's Rachel.  She's just... cute.  Sexy.  You want to cuddle her.  I did,
anyway.

	Dinner finished, Mommy and Daddy tried to separate us by paying the
check first and trying to evacuate.  Rachel was in the booth with me and when
Daddy stood and turned to her and said, "Come, Rachel -- we're going," she
just smiled and waved bye-bye.

	Daddy wasn't thrilled.  "NOW, Young Lady!"

	"When Scott pays his bill.  We'll be right along, Daddy."  Rachel
smiled up at him sweetly.

	Daddy made to lean past me and get a grip on Rachel's arm.  "You
really, REALLY don't want to do that, Sir!" I warned him.

	Daddy was red in the face.  "I've had just about enough..."

	I pushed his arm away.  "She's not coming past me in any case," I
told him.  "You know that.  You're making a fool of yourself and actually
putting yourself in danger, I think!"

	"Roger..."  Mommy tugged at his shoulder.  "Roger, stop."

	Roger turned to eye his wife.  "I thought you wanted this?"

	"I've... changed my mind."  Mommy was watching me.  I nodded and
looked around.  We were getting some attention all right -- a couple of male
waiters were on the way.  Mommy picked them up, too, following my gaze.
"We'll wait in the parking lot..."

	"We'll be right along," I promised.  Mommy got Nick and Roger moving
and the waiters stood down as they passed.  One came by, anyway.

	"Was he bothering you?"

	"It was a little family spat.  Rachel was being ornery," I explained.
"It's all good."  Rachel, sitting beside me, gave her best innocent smile.
The guy nodded and headed off.

	Problem was, that wasn't the only attention I got.  There were two
guys at a corner table watching things WAY too alertly -- and as Rachel and I
went past, one of them eyed me while talking on a cell phone.  The other one
got up and fell in behind Rachel.  Not good -- not good at all...

	We got outside and the guy stopped at the door -- but I watched him
give a wave at a blue Ford.  Rachel was turning to head toward her folks, who
were parked a couple of rows down and a ways over -- but I didn't want them
caught in the crossfire, so I stopped her.

	"We're in trouble, Honey Bun," I related quietly, pulling her to me.
"I think we're walking into an Earth First ambush.  When I yell -- or if you
hear shots -- drop down between a couple of cars, okay?"

	"You're kidding, right?" Rachel gasped.

	"Wish I was..."  The Ford was moving, rolling up the aisle and would
pass behind us.  "Tuck yourself in between the front of this car and that
one..."  I pointed at two nearby cars parked nose to nose.  "Now, Baby!"

	Rachel obediently ducked, then looked at the car and dove flat.  I
spun and pulled the Ruger as the ugly snout of a machine pistol poked itself
out of the car window.  I didn't wait for him to shoot first -- I ducked
between the next pair of cars while hip-shooting at the car.  The machine
pistol lit off, but I'd addled the guy.  I put three rounds into the car
above it and it stopped firing abruptly.  The driver hit the gas, but I was
already working on the front passenger window.  I had seventeen rounds and
was fresh off the range; the car stopped moving under power, rolled into the
curb in front of the restaurant and bumped to a stop with the right front
tire on the sidewalk.

	The hostess nervously stuck her head out the door and I said, "Call
nine one one -- and be careful -- there are two more inside who might start
something!"  She nodded and backed inside while I cautiously approached the
Ford.

	The guy in the back seat with the machine pistol had taken one in the
forehead, just over his left eye; he'd been sighting, I guess.  The driver
has a heavy woman in her forties or fifties -- I'd hit her in her right arm
twice and from the looks of things, her right breast -- which was
substantial.  She groaned from the pain of her wounds and eyed me blurrily.

	"Frank said this would be easy...  Where did the gun come from?" she
croaked.

	"Some of us shoot back," I replied.  In the distance was the sound of
sirens...  "I'll get you an ambulance."

	The woman waved wearily.  "I'm dead, anyway, aren't I?  I let that
stupid jackass talk me into helping him..."

	"Well, if I put in a good word for you, you might survive," I
replied.

	She eyed me in surprise.  "You'd do that?"

	"I might.  There are two more, right?  Inside?"

	"Yeah.  In the corner.  Frank called 'em spotters.  One of 'em called
us on a cell and said to get ready and the other followed you out."

	"I saw 'em.  I just wanted independent verification."

	Roger was trying to extract his family, waving urgently at Rachel.
Rachel was looking back and forth between him and me.

	"It's okay, Honey Bun," I told her, "The shooting is over."  I waved
her to me, and turned to yell at Roger.  "She's a witness -- you ALL are!"  I
pointed a finger at him in admonishment and he subsided.  "It's Daddy's
fault," I groused at Rachel.  "That little confrontation when he tried to
take you out fingered us for the Earth First team."

	Rachel looked seriously angry for the first time in our brief
acquaintance -- and it came out more like vexed.  "I don't care if he IS my
Daddy, I'm gonna kick him where it hurts!"  I looked down at her little flip-
flop shod feet and couldn't stifle a grin.

	The hostess stuck her head out the door again.  "They're coming!"

	"We need the paramedics and a meat wagon -- we've got one dead and
one injured..."

	"I scraped my knee..." Rachel interjected.

	"Okay, two injured," I corrected.  The hostess nodded.

	The first cruiser wheeled up and two cops bolted out.  I put the
Ruger on the ground and said, "Earth First ambush team.  They're both down --
one is dead."  The cop who proceeded to hustle me to the nearest car to cuff
me was the only one who heard me mutter, "There are two more inside."

	"What?"

	"There are two spotters in the restaurant.  They were pretty obvious
and the driver confirmed it for me."

	"Mike!" the guy waved at his partner.  "This guy says there are two
more spotting inside!" he added in a stage whisper as the other guy came
closer.

	"You're a decent shot," the other cop noted.

	"I just burned two hundred and fifty rounds at the range getting
familiar with that pistol an hour and a half ago," I replied.  "And I'm ex-
military."

	The cop nodded.  "Do I have to see it?"

	"Seven-two," I provided.

	"Right.  I'll tell the detectives to get a move on and call SWAT in
case the pair holed up in there get wise."  He headed back to his cruiser and
the radio.

	"It might be nice if the woman survived," I noted, "She's just a
spouse, I think -- doing what she was told."

	"It's still capital..." the cop said, removing the handcuffs but not
being obvious about it.

	"She might have some info on the local cell."

	"There have been several of these parking lot shootings lately," the
cop said.  "You may have broken up the cell."

	"Or only part of it," I countered.  "If we're careful, I think we can
take out the other two without more collateral damage."  The cop nodded.

	An unmarked car pulled up and two detectives got out.  "You!" one of
them said.

	"Yeah, I'm a magnet," I sighed.

	"You've graduated from beer mugs, I see."

	Rachel just stood there, bewildered, her attention going back and
forth.

	"He says there are two more inside," the cop interjected.
"Spotters."

	"They aren't too good," I added.  "I picked them up right away and
the woman driving the car confirmed them.  If we aren't too obvious, we might
be able to sneak in through the back and catch them before they start a
hostage situation."

	"That's against protocol," the detective grunted.

	"Your call..."

	The ambulance was pulling up.  The detective thought about it and
said, "What the Hell..."  He turned to the cop.  "You called SWAT, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"If we fuck it up, they can have it."  We went behind the ambulance
and I told Rachel, "Let them look at your knee.  Don't let Daddy drag you
off..."

	"What?" the cop grunted.

	"Rachel's family," I waved, indicating them.  "They're not pleased
that we've gotten together.  Daddy started a confrontation inside that got us
targeted.  He'll be trying to drag his daughter off -- but neither of us
wants that, do we, Honey Bun?"

	"Uh uh!" Rachel agreed.

	I leaned down and kissed her and she took my head in both hands to
make sure I didn't rush off after a short one.  I broke it after a bit to see
one of the cops beckoning her family forward.  "Back in a minute..."

	The detective handed me my Ruger as we crept around back, masking
ourselves as best we could.  "If you shoot 'em, I don't have to fill out a
report justifying me doing it."

	"If we capture them, the Confederacy will pick their brains and we'll
catch some more," I pointed out.

	"Yeah, well, I don't want to put any more civilians at risk than I
have to," the detective grunted.  His partner nodded.

	Peeking around the corner and up the aisle from the kitchen, I spied
the pair, who were watching the circus out front, rapt.

	"They don't seem to feel threatened," I related.  "It's the pair in
the corner booth, looking outside."  Of course, a LOT of people were looking
outside, but they were pretty easy to spot.

	"Suggestions?" the detective asked.

	"Come up the aisle like we don't have a care in the world and see how
close we can get?" I offered.

	The detective sighed and rolled his eyes.  "Yah, fine..."

	So we did it.  I led, since I could ID them, and the two detectives
followed.  The pair were so absorbed with looking out the window, they didn't
even notice us...

	"Where's the guy?" one of them asked.

	"You mean me?" I erupted.  Don't ask me why -- it just popped out!

	"Police!  Freeze!"  One of the detectives stepped up beside me and
brought his gun up.  I stepped to my right and did the same.

	Not showing any semblance of sense, one of them went for a gun under
his jacket.  The detective was covering the other one so it was up to me to
stop ol' Quick Draw; I was slowed a little by disbelief and the gun cleared
his jacket before I fired.  I planned to wing him (yeah, I know, stupid --
but I was high on adrenaline and thought I was John Wayne or Audie Murphy or
something) but he lunged to his right as he drew and the bullet ended up a
lot more fatally center of mass than I planned.

	The other guy raised his hands -- VERY slowly!  Apparently, he wasn't
armed with anything more lethal than a cell phone.  The detective eyed Quick
Draw and said, "I thought we were going to interrogate them?"

	I shrugged.  "He moved the wrong way..."

	"... And you shot him in the heart..."  The detective snickered.

	"Yeah, well..."  I was embarrassed.  This didn't help the mindset of
our other prisoner a bit...

	One detective moved up and cuffed the guy and read him Miranda and we
hustled him out the front door.  The other detective stayed with the dead
spotter.

	Outside, I cleared my pistol, then looked around, inserted a new
magazine and holstered it.  There wouldn't be one in the chamber, but I could
get it into action fairly quickly.  Rachel came around from the back of the
ambulance.

	"What happened?"

	"We got the other two," the detective related.  "He shot one."  He
eyed me.  "You're going to have to make a statement."

	I sighed.  "Yeah..."

	"You make a pretty fine Earth First attractor," the detective
chuckled.

	"I had help this time," I grunted.  "Her folks don't approve of me."

	"You're kidding, right?" the detective eyed Roger and Nick and
'Mommy,' whose name I still didn't know.

	"Nope.  They made a scene in the restaurant that got me targeted."

	"They could go up on charges for that," the detective noted.

	"Not what I'm shooting for," I replied.  "I just want them to back
off so Rachel and I can get to know one another."

	The detective eyed Rachel.  "What do YOU want?"

	Rachel grinned and her eyes danced.  "I wanna get naked with him!"
she announced, holding my arm.

	"Huh!  No shit..."  The detective grimaced for a moment and I think
he was trying to keep a straight face.  "Gimme a minute..."  He headed off
and confronted Roger and company and there was some waving and finger
pointing and facial expressions went back and forth from angry to fearful to
relieved.  Meanwhile, Rachel cuddled up.

	"You smell like..."  She pursed her lips, "Gunpowder?"

	"Probably," I agreed.

	"And you killed a guy."

	"Two.  And shot a woman."

	"Damn!"

	"Yeah, I'm a little dangerous to be around..." I murmured, burying my
nose in her hair.  I was almost a head taller than Rachel, so it was more or
less at the top.

	"Daddy did it.  It's not your fault."  Rachel hugged herself to me.

	"Look, Honey Bun -- I scare me right now, so if I scare you, it's
okay -- I won't be mad..."

	"I'm not scared.  You're wonderful!"  She started rubbing my back.
Suddenly, I realized that I was the shaky one...

	The detective waved us over to Rachel's family.

	"I understand that this is your second run-in with Earth First
today," Roger said carefully.

	"Yeah," I nodded.  "I was hoping to avoid it, but..."

	"... I made an ass of myself in the restaurant," Roger finished.

	"I guess I triggered it," I replied, looking sheepish.

	"We still don't REALLY understand..." Mommy said.

	"What's there to understand?" I asked.  "Um, can I get your name, at
least?"

	"It's Faye."

	"It's really simple," I resumed.  "Rachel and I took a shine to each
other.  Weirder things have happened."

	"Scott has to debrief from the operation," the detective interjected.
"We'll bring him and your daughter home afterward."

	"Oh, okay."  What was Roger going to say to that, anyway?  I shook
his hand and turned away, grinning.

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	It wasn't that simple, of course.  But the woman was talking freely
and the spotter with the cell phone knew the jig was up and when we got to
the police station, there was a Confederacy Civil Service guy there with two
Marines demanding (well, rather lazily requesting) extradition so Confed
Intelligence could question him -- and the local guys were more than happy to
relieve themselves of the paperwork load and hand him over.

	The Civil Service guy signed a couple of forms and the detective
handed the spotter to the Marines.

	"Hey, I've got rights!" the guy howled.

	"You're a domestic terrorist," the detective told him mildly, "That
means Homeland Security owns you -- and THAT means your rights are curtailed
somewhat.  Since Homeland Security has a working agreement with the
Confederacy over Earth First operatives, they signed off without even looking
at you.  Now you need to convince THEM you have rights -- and I'm betting
your CAP score won't be convincing..."

	"You're not a Citizen and you're not sponsor material and you're an
enemy alien, from the Confederacy point of view," one of the Marines said,
showing his teeth.  "You have the right to tell us everything you know or
ever thought of -- and we have the right to dispose of you as we see fit,
based upon your level of cooperation.  That's about it, Bub."  He hustled the
guy off.

	"The driver of the car was just sucked in, I think," I offered.
"From what I got, her husband was the hothead and she was just there to do as
she was told."

	The Civil Service guy wrinkled his nose.  "She had a choice."

	"Yeah," I agreed.  "She could seriously piss off her old man and
probably come under suspicion, anyway -- or his buddies could decide that she
might be a security risk and off her..."

	"Awright, awright!  We'll look into it."  The guy wasn't thrilled --
more paperwork, I guess.  "I could evac you now, but you seem to make a fine
stalking-horse."

	"I have a fine case of situational awareness, if THAT's what you
mean," I muttered.

	"Yeah."  His eyes looked glassy for a moment.  "I'm told that you
learned it in a hard school."  I just nodded.  "Look," he said, "We don't
think we got everyone.  I know that we have plans for you, but how about if I
put you on the payroll and leave you in place for a couple of weeks?  You
could take your time picking your harem that way..."  The glance he gave
Rachel disparaged her.

	"I'm in no rush to do that," I retorted, "And Rachel isn't a case of
settling -- it was lust at first sight."  Rachel dimpled.

	"Ah.  Well.  Different strokes."  He went glass-eyed again.  "It's
still a guaranteed extraction and immediate enhancement and a one month
maximum temporary duty tour with the local law enforcement for the purpose of
flushing Earth First operatives."

	I chewed my lip.  "So, TDY?  Is there per diem?"

	"It might make you more visible if you lived high," the guy said.
"We'll put you on an expense account -- one without practical limitations, so
you can acquire anything you need to conduct your investigation."  The local
cop liked that -- big time help without hitting the department budget...

	"So what's the plan?" I asked.

	"In general, you're bait.  You hang out, being a little bit obvious,
and you use your acquired skills to detect any bad guys you attract.  We will
further enhance your senses and your capabilities on a quick trip to
Moonbase, to improve your survivability.  As an official Confederacy
representative, you'll be a 'Double O' agent, in essence -- with a license to
kill."  He showed some teeth.  "With justification, of course."

	"Yeah, yeah -- enough with the romance," I growled.  "It sounds like
any potential concubines I pick up stand a fair chance of being collateral
damage."

	The guy eyed Rachel.  "We could slim her down a bit for you..."

	"That assumes that I WANT her slimmed down!" I pointed out.  "I like
her as presented, actually."

	"Yeah, whatever."  Clearly, he didn't get it.  "Enhanced musculature
and reflexes?"

	I chewed my lip and went for it.  "Sold!"

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