A Jester and a Throwback: By their own bootstraps

Yawning and covering her mouth, "Cross baby it is 0345.. I.." Wanda Reinstack looks up and sees the clean shaven Cross in a very sharp looking Lt.'s Uniform.. Biting her lip, "Cross.. Baby.. Just wow!"

"I let you sleep in my dear," Cross stands up from sitting on the bed making his weapons belt and uniform clank.. Changing tone, " Lance Corporal Thorson.."

A female in weird looking body armor walks in with a trey of fruit and biscuits, " Good morning Major Reinstack.. You have five minutes to eat.. Lt. Cross had a clean uniform and under dress retrieved from your house.." Looking out from the bed Reinstack sees a female private also in weird body Armor hanging up her uniform, "We will be your ride to Davis Mothan.. We leave at 0430 mam.."

"Morning mam.. Private Glasnov," The private speaks as she sets out the shoes.. She walks to the master bathroom and sits out Panties, socks, and a bra, "I will turn the water on mam.. Lt. Cross had new bottle of Doctor Broners peppermint brought out for you Mam.."

Cross kisses the wide eyed major, "You.. You left my scent on you.." Wanda giggles as Cross kisses the side of her neck, " morning muster for officers is not till 0800 Baby.. Your uniform is rock hard?"

"Maybe in the Chairforce.. US Navy leads its enlisted by example.. Kevlar slash artificial diamond mix," Cross kisses wanda's forehead.. Cross looks over at a picture of Betty White and kisses his fingers putting them on the pictures forehead, "I am off to work Grandma.. By my stinky Major." Cross kisses The major again and walks out, "Lance Corporal.."

"Transport the Major to her command and be in the Joint SPAWAR building by 0500," The Lance Corporal was at attention.. "Sir.."

"Carry on devil Dogs," Cross walked out of the bedroom..

Major Reinstack looked at the Lance Corporal and Private as they watched Lt. Cross walk out..

Private Glasnov whispers to the Nude Reinstack,  "He does have an A$$ mam.."

Lance Corporal Thorson peaks out to the living room, "And he.." She bites her bottom lip sighing, "And all F#$%ing Trust.. God D#$% !!"

"Ladies," The major sniffs the air.. "Your both trust. That.. what is that?"

"Doctor Gera warned us that Cross's body was changing.. Overstimulation of pheromones and his body is deploying counter measures," Lance Corporal Thorson  bites her bottom lip again.. "F#$%.. We have to tell doc.."

"His cromagnon friend is not half bad.. S#$%... Its a gold mine Major.. Even injured that throwback brute can be tied down in my bed.." The Private is looking out the window and giggles, "Cross is making him trust.. They tied up the sheriffs deputies and have put them on top of their old refurbished 1930's Cadillac.."

Taking a biscuit completely nude, the Major walks over to the window and peaks out..

Cross hops on to the side of the old Cadillac, taking a street sweeper from inside the Car.. As Several marines in the weird body armor hop up on the side grabbing hand holds and holding street sweepers themselves, "All aboard Lt. Wallace.. To the SPAWAR batcave Jeeves!"

Wallace is sitting in the Driver's seat, "Hold on B#$%es.. Lets go introduce the Chairforce to the principles of Navy leadership boy.."

A round of F#$% yeahs come the marines..

As the Cadillac quietly pulls out the major shakes her head laughing, "God the gate guards are going to S#$% themselves.. " The three ladies watch a batmobile like Vehicle pull out from the ground with Grinning marines holding on to the side, "So why are the Deputies tied down on top of the car?"

Thorson smiles, "The lead deputy is trust and he tried to arrest the marines who were speeding.. They jacked up and Wallace gave them ten minutes to fix themselves.. They had to make a one way ten minute drive to his house to get his cigarettes.. They drove at over a hundred miles an hour.. The law did not appreciate it.  Mam.."

"Even injured Lt. Wallace beat the S#$% out of the trust deputy when he tried to pheromone dominate him," The private pauses.. "Mam.."

Laughing to herself, "He is no prince charming.." Walking over  to her food as she finishes a biscuit, "Would you two like to wash my back?"

"No mam.." Both ladies quickly, to the Major's surprise, respond..

Looking at both ladies, "Really.."

"Lt. Wallace left very specific orders," The lance Corporal sighs as she looks at the nude major.. "Eat and shower mam.. We take you as you are to the base dressed or not in twenty minutes."

Mahor Reinstack starts to say something when she notices the Private on her opposite side..

"No offense mam.. You do not deserve Lt. Cross as it is.." The Private responds, "You upper gen trust always take the best for yourselves.. I do not like you mam.."

"They already have your loyalty," The major narrows her eyes.. "Stupid C#$%s.. those manipulative SOB's.." Smiling as she walks to the shower, "Lt. Cross why am I even still here?"

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Major Reinstack was smiling as the four star Commanding officer of Davis Mothan was blowing his top at two SPAWAR Commanders, "God.. Less then four hours.."

"So that is destruction of my d@#$ fence, Shooting my Lt. Colonel now in surgery, And stealing god knows how much crap from MY BASE!! They have robbed my Machine shops, Spare parts lockers, Redirected two supply trucks at their Makeshift entrance, and they stole all our steaks and lobster from the officers chow hall.. Then the two bastards did NOT show up at MY morning muster. This was not PART of the F#$%ing agreement you A$$holes ," The General was screaming at MacCann the loudest.. "Not to mention the fact that one of my APC's exploded transporting TS material less then five miles from Lt. Cross's house. All four marines burned beyond recognition!"

Major Reinstack went wide eyed as she saw MacCann ball up his fist. As Comander MacCann looked down and away, "S#$% he is gonna do it.."

MacCann breaks the generals Ribs, knocking the General to the ground.. "DO NOT EVER GET IN MY RED ZONE AGAIN YOU CO#$SUCKING A$$HOLE!!"

"MacCann," The other commander put his hand on his sidearm as the MP's started to come forward..

"Vorley I say the whole building rolled.." MacCann gets back to back with Commander Vorley..

"Take these two to the br," The General is interrupted as rounds come into the building through windows.. "SNIPE.."

The rounds that hit the MP's begin discharging electricity as other Air Force Personell try to panic.. A few seconds later Four weirdly armored Marines Come through the window of the third floor.. Quickly they cover the Air Force personnel in the room with weird looking rifles..

Major Reinstack just stays in her chair laughing her A$$ off, "This is kinda funny.."

The sounds of a scuffle come from outside the office area..

" Lt. Commander MacCann.. Lt. Commander Vorley.. Private Glasnov.. USMC assigned to SPAWAR Davis Mothan," The Private walks over to the Colonel left standing and the Command staff. "Boys.. Lt. Cross said if you think it necessary kill them.."

Vorley takes a deep breath as the smell of piss fills them room from some of the air force officers, "Private.. My Lt.'s were ordered to be at morning muster.."

Private Glasnov grins, "Sirs.. Your officers.. Muster was held at 0403.. Lt. Cross was growling about you two not being prepared.. But that you are their CO's so it is expected.."

MacCann narrows his eyes, "What happened at the Gate?"

"Security Risk for SPAWAR personel will not be tolerated.." The private was all smiles, " The Lt.s issued the opinion that it is not SPAWARS responsibility to make sure all personnel are staggered to reduce traffic and the obvious security threat.. So they opened up a new one under their Authority as Commanding officers of the Research facility."

Vorley laughs, "The Lt. colonel in surgery?"

"Sir.. He was warned multiple times against protocol.. I have to requal for not shooting him fast enough.. " Looking back at the Colonel, "Their little B#$%^ does not have the security clearance to go into the TS eyes only facility.. He tried to enter and Lt. Cross effectively restrained the Lt. Colonel with lead."

MacCann laughs as he walks over to one of the Marines. " Sargent.. That weapon your holding.."

"Prototype dubbed Street sweeper Alpha point two.. Lt. Wallace had these brought from his house Sir," the Sargent is loud as he keeps the Air Force personnel at bay.. "Sir.. Its anti-personnel but deadly as hell.."

Vorley taps the Private on the head, "The body armor?"

"USMC cotts functional type three body armor sir.. It can take a fifty cal round sir," The Private stands at attention. "The riot gear face mask has a primitive display system from exterior gear.. We can link to the drones outside if we need to."

"S@#$.. I see why you wanted me down here MacCann.. Private are all seventy five Marines that arrived this morning," Vorley left the statement opened..

"Locked and loaded sir.. Fully armed and combat ready," Proudly Private Glasnov speaks..

"Private, "MacCann walks over as the doors open revealing Lance corporal Thorson.. " The missing items?"

"Sir Marine corps general order sir.. Gear Adrift is free gear," All the marines answered in unison..

MacCann and Vorley both laugh..

"General.. Thank you for inviting us to the Muster," MacCann glares at the air force officers on the ground. "We appreciate the continued development of our working relationship."

"Unfortunately.. At this time we must carry on.. SPAWAR thanks you for inviting us again, " Vorley coldly speaks. "Sargent.. Please retrieve all the taser rounds and leave none of the Tech here.."

As the two Commanders head out, "Vorley.. I have a few things to attend to.."

"Understood MacCann.."

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"Impressed sir," Private Glasnov opened the batmobile esque door for the Commander.. "The building is ten times stronger then the three structures it was built over."

Commander Vorley looked around the vehicles console, "Just.. Holy S#$%.. What else have these bastards bui....." Getting out of the vehicle Vorley has complete awe on his face.. "Private?"

"Sir the three old hangers have been combined.. As we speak," Glasnov points to the men dressed in hazmat like gear.. "The four Sheriff officers from this morning and several of the base MP's are moving the fixed specially made bollards into position.. "

Vorley watches the men sweating in the morning Arizona heat.. By pure physical labor with the aide of spotting drones they manage to put one into place as a little cart comes forward.. "A cookie cutter like system.. Plop in here.. Fill in.. remove metal wall once Quick crete dries.. The armed marines?"

"Were told to choose which set of men and women do the work.. Wild guess who the Marines chose," Glasnov smiled again.. "Up top it looks like the first set of Close up is going in as is the .. Well.. The thin metal sheeting that looks like fishnet stockings.. I have no clue sir.."

Vorley looked up and noticed the Drones flying up above, "Radar Drones?" Seeing the first one going up on larger raised Bollards, "Those bastards have jacked F#$%ing Phalanx CIWS systems.."

"Cross said the navy just had extra lying around sir," Glasnov walked the Commander the Thirty feet towards the Bollards at the make shift entrance across torn up tarmac..

Vorley turned around having frooze in place as he realized he was staring down a mounted double set Gatling gun making loud noises loading extra rounds.. He was not listening as the Marines had rifles leveled on him the whole time, "What in F#$%ing sam hell?"

As the commander shook his head in shock a green light passed over him..

"Commander Vorley." Glasnov points down at the Red lines in front of him, "Red means stop sir.. "

Seeing four men with rifles leveled on him, "This.. "

"ID and badge please Commander Vorley," An Air Force officer with a black eye points to a sign. "Next time please have your ID and Badge Ready.. You are excused this time Commander due to the fact your are the CO's CO.. Next time not having your ID and badge ready will result in bad things.." Reaching himself into Vorley's pocket, "Please stay still sir.. Any quick movements.."

"Will result in me being shot," Vorley looks over and reads the other signs.. Reading one of the other ones, "Private Property of the Historical Research Society of Freemen.. Trespassers will be hung, survivors will be shot.." Reading another sign, "The guard dogs do not TALK.. They shoot.."

A red light covered Vorley for a few seconds

"Commander Vorley.." Private Glasnov Speaks very softly, "I will not be accompanying you any further today.. I am outside rotation phase one.. Have a good day cutie..." The Commander does not budge when the Private slaps him on the A$$, "Yeap.. Nice and Muscled.."

Commander Vorley catches the nod in acknowledgement from one of the male marines with a rifle to the private, "A separate test.. God D@#$ F#$%ers!"

Vorley is wanded real quick by another Marine, "The side arm and three knives as confirmed by the scans.."

Handing the wallet and Id's back, "Welcome aboard Commander Vorley.. Please keep your ID out for the second gate.."

The Air force Officer turned forward as Vorley tried to ask, "How did you get the black eye.."

"Please move forward sir .. The system resets your pass automatically in ten seconds." A marine with two black eyes greeted the Commander, "Sir.. Lance corporal Filler.. If you would please follow me to the second check point.."  

Before Vorley can respond he is dragged forward by the lance corporal.. "Son," Vorley stops arguing as two more Gatling sets raise but go back down when he crosses a duck tape line.. "God D@#$.. It is easier to get into F#$%ing langley.."

Vorley starts to put his ID up and then pauses.. Keeping it out Vorley repeats the process saying nothing to the guards till spoken to. Vorley is not very happy as the second Petty Officer of the watch speaks, "Welcome Aboard sir.."

As he is wanded a second time, "No D@#$ Ensign to salute.." Vorley snatches his Badge and ID back as an ensign walks up, "I assume you are my F#$%ing guide for this tour.."

Vorley steps out into an semi open bay as the naval Ensign calls out, "Lt. Wallace.. Commander Vorley is on deck.."

Putting away his ID balling up his fist at the sight in front of him..

A nude female is sitting in the lap of a nude military man while a second stands behind her.. Before he can say something he notices another military man watching the action with his elbow moving furiously..

Shaking Vorley growls as he sees Wallace walking out of another secured area. The sound of a metal cane hits the deck, "Lt. Wallace.. WHAT IN THE F#$% ARE YOU TWO..."

"Wait one," Wallace holds up a finger to Commander Vorley as he walks past a bored man reading a newspaper in front of a monitor.. "Doc.. You getting the data from the SENSORS.."

"I am getting it Wallace.. We have a deal son," An older Doctors voice come over the comm..

Vorley looks closely and sees small sensors on the standing man's back, "F#$%.. Your recording the data.."

"Thank you very much Doctor Gera..I will talk with you later sir.. We will send you the processed chemicals for your medical supplies," After Wallace finished the exchange he disconnected the line.. "Commander.. Good morning sir.. To answer your question.. We caught the married airman F#$%ing another Airman while on watch when we took custody of the building.. We called her husband in.. He stupidly admitted to being part of this and having done this before.. Mister bates over there was caught doing this as well.. There are sensors in the gloves and condoms.."

"I am F#$%ing for my country SIR!!!" the Female airman screams out as she reaches a certain point..

"Sir.." The standing male has to brace on the female, "May we take a break.."

Wallace coldly responds, "No.. You four decided to take F#$%ing for your country over NJP and court Martial.. You may drink water while you F#$% and that is it.. We will get your full body's responses.. You have about three and half hours left.."

All three males are very unhappy and groan, "Yes sir."

Vorley snorts shaking his head for a second, " If you pass out on the ground I will accept it.. " Looking at the monitor next to the newspaper reading man, "He is monitoring their body reactions?"

"The Corpsman friend that was covering for them.. He has to do ALL the paperwork for doc and is very pissed," Wallace indicates for Vorley to follow him through a non guarded metal hatch, "Sir.. Another area of research we are pursuing.."

Vorley snorts seeing four marines in Pink tutu's with the same sensors on them, as the ensign shuts the hatch.. Looking at the big hoss marine, "Ok.. What happened here?"

"First Sargent I did NOT tell you to stop," A nasaly voice comes from an Air Force Officer in fatigues.. "I want you to think like Lt. Cross told you.. What would his uncle Chuck do.."

Scoring and laughing at the same time, Vorley watches the Air force Second Lt. Hit the much larger First Sargent with a modified stun baton, "Ok.."

"The first sargent thought he was in charge this morning," Wallace braces on the cane.. "Tried to tell Cross he was just an LT.."

The First Sargent Growls, "This is bullS#$% Commander.."

Wallace lifts his cane and pushes a button, making the Cane bark.. The First Sargent goes flying back into the wall as the Pink lace part of the Tutu burns.. Wallace narrows his eyes, "Keep em dancing Second Lt."

"God D@#$ it Wallace.. You cant just kill a.."

The First Sargent is shocked as he stands up patting the Tutu to stop the lace from burning.. "Holy S#$%.. I.. I am not dead.. What.. What the F#$% is the tutu made of? Lt. Wallace sir."

Vorley is quiet as Wallace reloads a different Round into his cane, "That was standard issue hollow point fire round.. This is one of my baby's and will go straight through.."

The First Sargent quickly moves wincing a little bit, "Dancing Ballet sir.."

"You see first sargent the Tutu's are bullet resistant. They are being tested by you and the other dancers so we can see exactly what the sweet absorption rate is.." Looking at Vorley, "Do not ask sir.. It was cross F#$%ing around with my S#$% one day.. He decided to impersonate a ballerina one day.. " Seeing a questionig look, "She lived in a bad neighborhood.. And was a ballerina.. "

Vorley rubs the bridge of his nose, "Please tell me Lt. Cross is in the building.."

"He is taking a nap," Wallace looks at Vorley.. "Sir docs orders.. One hour of meditation.. Everyday.. And Doctor Gera threatened to revoke his active status if he didnt comply. No meds for three days while his body clears out trash."

"You know why I am here," Vorley rubs the wall. "I am supposed to outline the remodeling of this facility and the small budget you are supposed to get.. You already F#$%ing months ahead of Schedule."

"Sir.. the best use of me and Cross is as researchers.. " Wallace watched as the marines kept trying to dance, "Get me a list of projects your are behind on or that need attention.. Then stay the F#$% out of mine and Cross's way.."
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