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Infiltration Military BWWM RomanceChapter 1

“Big Love, this is Nightingale, can you read me?” Nate spoke into the microphone as he prepared for the drop. It was pitch black outside and he was flying on instrument. The Chinese L-15 Falcon was dangerously close to the ground.

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“Got you loud and clear, Nightingale,” came the voice from the other end. This was the first time Lynn had worked with Nate. Her call sign was “Big Love” a joke name her supervisor had given her when she hired on to White Water International. Working for private security companies which did government contract work had its advantages, but the disadvantage was the people you had to deal with. Her supervisor, a small woman from Harlem, had hired Lynn right out of college. She had assumed being recruited by another black woman would make her life easy. She was dead wrong.

“Five minutes to the drop zone, Nightingale,” Lynn told her contact on the other end. “Do not eject until you see the lights of the plant. Repeat: do not eject until you see those lights.”

Nate bit his lip and avoided asking the obvious question: What the hell do I do if I can’t find the lights? The L-15 jet was low on fuel and didn’t have another fifteen minutes of fly time. Where do you land a training jet in the desert without a runway?  Did his contacts have a top secret runway he was supposed to find if he missed the plant?

The plan was for him to set the jet on a predetermined course over the border into Mongolia when he found the target. Nate would eject from the jet and parachute to safety on the ground. Once on the ground he was supposed to bury his chute and continue with the mission. The jet would fly across the plains of Mongolia, run out of fuel and, hopefully, crash where it would cause minimal damage. The Chinese military would express regret and offer to compensate the government of Mongolia for whatever damage had taken place. They would announce a student jet on a routine training exercise had gone off course and crashed in Mongolia. The nonexistent pilot would be sadly missed.

Big Love was the voice on the other side who was supposed to be monitoring his progress. She was mission control to his Apollo launch. Nate, in theory, was going to keep the satellite link open to her until the mission was concluded. In theory, the mission should take less than twelve hours. Of course, in theory everything works.

“Fuel running low, Big Love,” Nate radioed to her. “I need to know what to do if we don’t find the- wait I see it!”

On the monitor to the side of his instrument panel a small building in the middle of the Gobi desert lit up like a fourth of July celebration. The building was supposed to be producing pharmaceutics, but a Chinese general had learned something else last week. Terrified the building was making bio weapons for the open market, he had contacted Nate’s boss, White Water International. WWI had called Nate two weeks ago and asked him three questions: one, did he know how to fly a Chinese L-15 Falcon training jet; two, could he read mandarin Chinese and three, did he need a job? Nate had answered yes to all of them and found himself on a plane for Washington DC the next day.

“Target in sight, Big Love,” he spoke into his helmet microphone. “I am good to eject in five, four, three, two, one…”

He folded his legs under him and pulled the level over top for the ejection seat. As he did, Nate said a prayer the canopy would open. He’d heard some horror stories about cockpit canopies that didn’t open when the pilot had to eject.

There was an explosion, which the helmet muffled. The rockets connected to the chair fired, shooting him out. Nate was hurled up above the flight path of the jet in the chair of his cockpit. The canopy had blown free as planned when he’d pulled the lever. The chair took him up safely and detached from Nate when the rockets quit. Spun upside down, he felt his own personal parachute open as he began wobbling safely to the ground. He could barely see the remains of the chair and canopy as they fell to the earth below.

Nate held his breath and watched the jet continue on its path toward the border of Mongolia. The jet would either crash land on the other side or be taken out by the Mongolian air force. He didn’t care; it was no longer his problem. Nate saw the exhaust of his conveyance vanish into the night as he began drifting to the landing zone. He doubted anyone at the plant had noticed a small plane veer off course near it and head in the direction of Mongolia.

“You okay, Nightingale?” he heard the voice say in his helmet.

“Best as can be expected after being tossed butt-up out of a plane,” he told her. They weren’t supposed to discuss the detail of the mission, but Nate didn’t care. This was an encrypted channel and the damn company had better keep it that way.

The jet had been hugging the ground to avoid any embarrassing questions about it being in a remote part of China. The People’s Liberation Army had a few bases in this province, but not too many. It was a desolate place, one of the largest deserts in the world. It was home to nomads and travelers, but not much else.

*****

Lynn looked at her screen in Washington DC. Nightingale was supposed to be safe after the ejection; at least he had talked to her. It was the most critical part of the mission. Had he not found the plant, plan B would have had him fly the jet across the border and into Mongolia. They hadn’t talked about plan B much and she didn’t know if Nightingale was even aware of it. The possibility of the small jet making it across the border undetected was slim and the Mongolians could always count on their Russian allies to take it out if they didn’t have a jet in the air.

But now Nightingale was drifting safely to the ground. All he had to do was reach the plant. His survival pack contained everything needed to test for any poison they suspected the plant was really making. And if it tested positive, the general would be contacted. He would do the rest. Getting Nightingale to safety once he was on the ground was another matter, but she had to keep focused on getting the job done.

Lynn had suffered through college on a scholarship and made her family proud. She was one of the few black women in her computer engineering class and the only one in her Alabama family to attend college. Her grades and ACT scores had landed her a spot at Purdue in Indiana, not the most prestigious engineering college, but a solid one which demanded a lot out of its students. She had worked hard, bused tables to make ends meet, but still graduated with a mountain of debt. WWI hadn’t been her first choice, but the competition for jobs after college was fierce after the latest economic downturn. She was hired as a systems analyst, but transferred to the control room because the money was better.

“Nightingale on the ground,” the voice came through her earphones and she breathed in relief.

There would be no going home until this mission was done. The Chinese general who had contracted WWI was paying dearly to keep the mission a secret. She didn’t know much about the background of this project, but the preliminary report hinted that the plant was owned by one of General Dai’s relatives. If it ever was revealed that he had ties to a clandestine factory being paid to make biological weapons for the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS), his career in the Peoples’ Liberation Army would be finished.

*****

Nate had landed harder than he wanted to admit when he hit the ground near the plant. The parachute was supposed to give him a soft landing, but he’s slammed into the side of a sand dune pretty hard.  He felt a little dizzy after the ejection, but the important thing was to get the chute and his pilot’s uniform buried. The general’s men would find an excuse to dig it back up and burn it later. Once he told Big Love he was safe, Nate found the folding shovel in his gear and began digging a hole in the ground. When it was big enough, he dumped the parachute in it. Next he changed out of his pilot uniform and into the night cameos that he pulled out of the survival pack.

With his black pull-over and face mask on, he wouldn’t draw too much attention on the ground at night. He could still stay in contact with Big Love with the body camera he had on and the satellite connection. It was crucial he keep in touch with her. Any unexpected addition to his job could mean failure. And he didn’t want to be stuck in the Gobi desert away from any help.

*****

During the mission briefing, Lynn had asked why they were being hired to do this job. She never was told why, her supervisor, Mrs. Green had informed little Lynn that it wasn’t her concern. But one of her coworkers had informed her the Chinese military acted like an additional branch of the government, telling the central committee what it wanted. A product of the revolution which had put the communists into power in 1949, the PLA had a tendency to get what it wanted too. And if a general of high rank and seniority thought it a good thing his cousin was given the contract to build a pharmaceutical plant out in the desert, then it must benefit the nation in some capacity. But if the same general discovered his relative might be taking money from ISIS and cause everyone in his family embarrassment, the general would have to find some money in the budget to take care of the matter himself. Just so long as the central committee never found out. And, God forbid, the Americans either. This whole operation did not officially exist anywhere.

*****

Nate climbed over the sand dune and quickly found the plant in the distance. Being the only building anywhere, it wasn’t hard to find. How someone had justified building it and the road leading to it was not his concern. His concern was reaching the plant and, using the plans given to him, find the production area and conduct a test to see if the factory was making pharmaceutics or poison. He had to be one hundred percent sure the factory was making biological weapons before alerting the general. General Dai wanted no costly mistakes. The entire operation was costing him more than he could justify, or so he had been briefed by the old man himself.

*****

Lynn only knew Nightingale through his voice, but he sounded like one fine specimen of a man. She’d had a few boyfriends in college, but the frat brothers chased after the airhead skinny buppies who were popular on campus. Her parents were proud church people who didn’t have time to waste on foolishness. She was expected to study hard and get a job to help pay for her loans and send some money back home after graduation. She was a big woman, but some men appreciated the meat on her bones.

She looked up at the huge flat screen TV in the middle of the control room. It showed what Nightingale’s body camera was transmitting.

Before them was a desert landscape at night. Most of what could be seen was based on thermal imaging, but the starlight helped illuminate the landscape. The moon was in its dark phase so it didn’t provide any light. The sands could be seen everywhere and occasionally a small insect or spider. And in the distance was the target.

“Big Love, can you get me a confirmation on the target? Please tell me I didn’t just fall out of the sky into a YMCA.”

Lynn looked at big monitor and began checking it against the images provided her on her screen. The program matched it to the Lucky Diamond Pharmaceutical Plant, ninety nine percent correlations. It was good enough as no other buildings were in sight.

“Nightingale, this is Big Love,” Lynn spoke into the microphone. “We have confirmation of your target. Proceed to it and attempt analysis.”

Analysis would consist of sticking the probe of a molecular detector into whatever he could find around the plant. The device had a massive library inside it of every known toxin on the planet. It could also analyze any strange combination the plant might have produced. Should ISIS want Lucky Diamond to make them chlorine gas, it would find it too. The detector was looking for anything deadly which wasn’t supposed to be in the factory.

Lynn was not concerned with Nightingale reaching the building; she was certain he could do it. All the man had to do was walk and he had enough time to reach it before daylight. After the sun rose, things might get sticky. How would an American explain why he was snooping around a pharmaceutical plant in a part of China where the mere presence of a non-Chinese could cause a traffic accident? He had a limited time to get in and out of the factory.

*****

Nate put another foot in the sand and tried to maintain a constant pace till he reached the factory. From what he could tell with his goggles’ enhancement, there was no security around it. Out in the desert, the plant probably didn’t need one. And any kind of obvious security would advertise something nefarious was going on at the facility. Even the locals would begin to suspect something and it would filter out eventually.

After Nate had been briefed on the mission he named his price. The recruiter for WWI tried to grind him down, but he stayed firm. Two tours of Afghanistan with the rangers had taught him there was a value to what he could do. If he was going to risk his life for the company, they had better pony up the money. And he was sure no one with his set of skills was going to pop up on short notice. The recruiter, after making a series of phone calls, met his price.

*****

Lynn watched the image of the factory increase in size. This part of the mission from her end was pretty boring. Her supervisor checked in on her periodically and made sure Lynn knew how to buzz her on the company intercom. Lynn was the only person in the control room. Because of the time differences, they were far behind Nightingale. Lynn sipped coffee and waited for something to happen.

An hour later, Nightingale was outside the building. It was late at night where he was standing and it appeared empty. The employees were bused in for the morning work shift, but the factory wasn’t in operation. There was no knowledge of whether or not the factory had a night crew, but it was assumed it did. The late crew might be a bored janitor, but it might be a security guard with a sharp eye. Experience had taught them to prepare for the latter.

“Big Love, I am at the perimeter of the target,” she heard from Nightingale.Infiltration a BWWM Military Romance small

Lynn had called her supervisor in when he was about to reach the building. Mrs. Green was determined to be on hand if any fire fights broke out. The mission was her responsibility and no other field operative at the moment was in such a potential mess.

“There’s a door in front,” Mrs. Green said to Lynn pointing at the big monitor. “Have him try it.”

“What if it sets off a silent alarm?” Lynn asked.

“I think Nightingale would have plenty of time to get in and out before they arrive,” she responded. “Where is the nearest police station? Sixty miles away?”

“Try the door, Nightingale,” Lynn told him. “It might be a quick way into the plant.”

“Roger that, Big Love,” the man on the other end confirmed.

The screen showed a gloved hand reach out and attempt to turn the knob. It was locked.

“Doesn’t turn, Big Love, I’m going to try some more,” he told them.

Nightingale tried four more doors to the building. The fifth one turned and opened.”

“Going in, Big Love,” he radioed to the control room in Washington. “It’s dark in here; I’m going to feel around for a light switch.”

The inside of the room was pitch black. This part of the building had no windows so even starlight failed to illuminate it for the night vision goggles he wore.

“I think I found a switch, I’m taking my goggles off,” they heard.

Suddenly the screen went white. The filters kicked in and it refocused. Nightingale was standing in a room with boxes and crates. A small table was place next to an interior door.

“Light’s on, Big Love,” he said. “I think I figured out why this door was left unlocked. There’s all kinds of cigarette butts outside. Must be the shipping department and the shipping clerk has been taking smoke breaks.”

“Shipping department?” Mrs. Green said. “Have him start running tests. If those boxes contain bio-weapons, they’ll show up right away.”

“Start your analysis, Nightingale,” Lynn told him. “We may be able to make a determination right now. And be sure to keep your respirator on.”

*****

WWI had flown Nate to China to meet with General Dai the week before the mission. Officially, he was just another American business man trying to look into a deal. Unofficially he was there to take care of the general’s problem. His gear was flown in separately to a PLA air base near the target site.

Nate had a working understanding of Chinese and a good reading ability of it. This made him extremely valuable for the work he did for WWI and other intelligence contractors. The general’s aides were surprised to meet an American who could communicate with them so readily. They flew him to another base where the general was waiting to meet with him. Even the soldiers who were ferrying him around had no clue why Nate was there.

Nate spent a week learning how to fly the Chinese training jet. It wasn’t too different from the ones he’d flown in other parts of the world, but there were enough differences to make it essential he spend time in the air with it. The ground crew seemed confused why the foreign pilot was given access to the jet, but were told it was part of a super-secret intelligence gathering project. They were sworn to silence and pledged to help the general.

After a week, Nate felt he had the plane’s flight system down. He spent another five days with it before he was sure it could safely eject him and continue flying long enough to cross the Mongolian border. When the plane would crash, or be shot out of the sky, a lack of body could be explained by the fireball or altitude where it was destroyed.

But now Nate was on the ground trying to test the crates for anthrax or anything else designed to kill people. He managed to open the poison tester and insert a tube down the first canister he found in the shipping room. It read negative. He tested several more packages and decided to move to the next room.

“Nothing on the bugs, Big Love,” he told her, holding up a box for them to see. “I’m not getting a thing above the pesticide level. Looks like our client may have nothing to worry about.”

Nate opened the next door and found a hallway with a steel door on it. He shined a light through the window and found it opened into a locked storage room. The lock wasn’t that sophisticated, but someone wanted the cargo inside the room to be kept out of the way. It took Nate four minutes to pick the cheap padlock on the door and get it open after checking for any alarms.

He went inside and looked around. These packages were all covered in white Teflon paper with warning signs in Chinese characters all over them. Some had English warnings on them too. It was all too suspicious. This had to be the location where the toxins were stored.

Chapter 2

The coffee shop was located on the edge of Pottston, an older industrial town in eastern Pennsylvania. It had been many things before being converted into a coffee shop: finance office, laundry mat, rummages store, and art gallery. But the current owners had managed to successfully turn it into a coffee house with a small but tasty menu. There was also a small stage where acoustic musicians would come to perform for the patrons. The town did not lack in musical ability and possessed several music academies and stores. It was a quiet little place and thus ideal for a clandestine meeting.

Three women in tastefully expensive clothes sat at one of the tables cackling away over a private joke. It was spring and they all wore jackets over their dresses and elaborate sandals. One of them, who had just had her hair done and legs waxed, had a designer shopping bag slung over the chair she sat upon. All were heavily made-up. To the casual observer, they might have been a group of women from the Main Line slumming. Their nails were manicured and they chatted about their husbands and ex-husbands.

Even the counter helper didn’t pay them any mind. They might not be the usual college student customer studying for exams, but they had tipped nicely. No problem if the women wanted to stay for a while. Besides, he had to check inventory and make sure they had plenty of bread rolls on hand tonight.

So he failed to notice the fully automatic weapon concealed inside the purse carried by the woman with the finely coiffured black hair. He did not notice the knife hidden in the belt wrapped around the blond women with the striped top. Nor did it occur to him the younger woman with the yoga class body was carrying a fully loaded .375 magnum in her bag.

But they were in close discussion about their latest target: an engineer who had passed some bad information off to their employer. It would be an easy assignment. He was a young man who liked older women anyway. All they had to do was meet him in ten minutes. He thought he’s been chatting on the Internet with a cougar; in fact he was being set up by three harpies. They had the motel room booked and the party drugs ready to be dumped on the floor when they were finished. All the woman with the black hair had to do was introduce him to her “Neighbors” when he came in to meet them in a few minutes. She would tell him about the pictures he had sent to her. She would tell him they each wanted a go after seeing them. And, fool that he was, he would agree to go back to a motel room with them.

“How will you get him to take the hypnotic?” the blond asked her colleague before they arrived at the coffee shop.

“It’s easy,” she told her. “I’ve told him I’m bringing something to keep him hard. He’ll want it because he thinks he’s going to do us one at a time.”

None of them laughed.

“Hello Bobby,” said the lady with the dark hair. “I’m glad we’ve finally been able to meet.”

Bobby Wooger, the horny engineer had finally made his coffee date. It had taken him six months and a lot of cash to hook-up with the kind of woman he was trying to find on the Internet. He’d joined every dating service he could find and still no luck. There just weren’t that many women who fit the profile he was searching for: an older, sexually experienced woman who could make him her boy toy. Bobby had wanted to be the fuck toy of a woman in her fifties for so long he’d avoided a relationship with anyone his age. He knew they were out there. Weren’t there plenty of amateur porn sites that showed older women in leather spanking and doing worse to young guys in their twenties? He made a pretty decent salary; he should be able to find what he wanted.

Bobby had considered just giving up several times and hiring a professional. But they just put on a performance, he wanted the real thing. He had his master’s degree in mechanical engineering years ago and felt he deserved a woman who met his specifications. Why not? If everyone else he knew was landing women, so should he.

So he was excited beyond words the day he was contacted on one of his social networking sites by a lady who met his exact requirement. She was divorced and living not twenty miles from where he worked for Freight International’s local branch. All he needed to do was arrange for the coffee date and the motel would soon follow. He had a special plan in mind too: he was going to record everything! He would reserve the motel room, hook-up a hidden camera and have the whole thing on video. In years to come, when his wife was nagging about some issue he didn’t care about; Bobby could go into his office and pull up his little romp on the computer. He might even use it to trade for other private videos. There were many possibilities.

And, wonder of wonders, she contacted him the day before they were supposed to meet and said two friends wanted to join. This was pure heaven. He would get used by three older women who, according to the pictures they had sent, looked stunning. This was as good as it could possibly get!

So when he arrived at the coffee shop, he was the perfect gentleman. Bobby told them he’d paid for everything. The room, the Champagne and some party drugs he’d found through a local source. The woman he’d been chatting with over the Internet told him not to worry; she’d brought some enhancements of her own and flashed a blue pill.

“We want to make sure you’re a super stud,” she told him. “An hour of me and you may need more than orange juice. They get to watch, by the way.”

So Bobby led them over to the hotel in his late model car. He’d had a good year. It was very profitable for him. Especially after the man who wanted him to get those passcodes had paid him all that money. Too bad they were all bogus, but there was no way he could know it from the other side of the Atlantic. He’d giggled at the broken English in the emails sent to his bogus account before deleting it. Bobby still had the passcodes on his personal computer; they might be useful someday. All he had to do was make sure he was on the update list.

He led them to the back of the motel where he’d rented an entire suite of rooms. They were all set and had dressed for the part. Two of the women were wearing tight skirts. He waited till they got out of their car until he unlocked the door to the motel room. Ever the gentleman, he made sure they went into the room before he did.

The last woman who went in hesitated a bit. She stood outside for a few minutes on the balcony smoking a cigarette until she had finished it. She smiled to herself over something he didn’t know about. Then she went inside. The door locked behind her.

The police found Bobby the next day when his wife called them. He’d used his personal credit card to book the room and wouldn’t leave when the cleaning crew tried to get him to open it. The motel manager didn’t have any contact information for him, so he looked it up on the Internet from the information he had taken when Bobby had rented the room. The manager had been forced to contact men at home before to get the bill paid, it wasn’t an unusual thing to do.

But Bobby’s wife had no clue where he was. He hadn’t come home the night before and his car wasn’t in the driveway. She had been in panic mode when the motel called. The motel manager didn’t speak a lot of English, but enough to know this was a bad situation. He made the decision to open motel room on his own. He then had the employees search the parking lot for his car.

The police estimated Bobby had been dead for eight hours when they found him. There was a note with a plea for help. He was found naked dangling from the ceiling. Against his wife’s pleas, it was ruled a suicide. No one ever did find his personal computer, it was long gone and disposed of in a trash dumpster after the hard drive had been removed.

Later that evening, three women in work clothes at a diner toasted a job well done. How stupid of him to think he could hide a video camera and they wouldn’t find it.

*****

Back in China Nate was busy running tests on the packages he’d found inside the storage room. It took a few seconds from the time the lab on a chip probe touched the surface to get anything positive. He watched the digital read-out and waited to see what it found.

After a few minutes he looked at the screen and it had gone red for a positive identification. Bingo! They had found it. The whole deadly cargo the supposed pharmaceutical plant was making for ISIS. They had their positive confirmation, now he just had to contact General Dai and find out what to do. He knew the old man was sitting tight on some cruise missiles, just waiting for the go. All he had to do was let Big Love know.

“Nightingale to Big Love,” he said into his microphone. “Got positive ID on more nasty’s than I want to mention. Do you see the readings on your end?”

Lynn was staring at a monitor on the side which sent the independent data feed to her. It could be split between several screens and the current one was for the satellite link which showed what his poison tester had just discovered. Her jaw dropped open and she began typing on her keyboard rapidly. The right people needed to know about this one.

“Got your test results, Nightingale,” she told him. “I’m calling somebody in to have a look at them. We have to be sure. Please stand by.”

“Roger, Big Love, but let’s get this show wrapped up. I need an extraction soon or there’s going to be a lot of questions about why an American is running around this province.”

Lynn laughed a little. It was a very remote part of China. Most of the locals never ventured out of the province. They had no idea what a real American looked like up close.

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