Butte Inlet Compound; Our Bed; 7:00 am June 28, 2104
I never heard the alarm clock; she had evidently turned it off just before she awoke me from another magnificently beautiful dream. She was very close to me, brimming with excitement. “Good morning Mack; I think today is going to be a very special day, what do you think?” Her gorgeous green eyes peered into my essence and compelled me to respond. I thought to myself, ‘Hmm…it’s a lot easier to think positive when you’re not worried about getting killed by a bunch of fucking MERCS who want to take your new gir…ya girlfriend… away.’ So I said, “You know Cassie, I think you’re right; today is going to be a magnificent day.” She demurred, “Now you are the Mack that I fell in love with!” Then she kissed me and looked at me with what was unmistakable admiration. After a couple of minutes of this, I lifted up my head in a fast nod…wondering if she would understand the subtle body language of, “what’s up?” She apparently did, because she said, “You were willing to fight for me, my love.” I said, “Fight indicates some kind of pugilistic match that has a nice gentleman’s set of rules. I was going to war for your freedom Cassandra, winner take all!” She was still, but her eyes roamed all around my body and then she just took in every nuance of my face before she said in wonder, “You were willing to die to protect me…”she paused, but I let her complete her thought rather than say what I was thinking, “No one…no one has ever done that for me. Oh Mack, you really do love me!” I brought her in close to me and I looked into her lovely green eyes and said, “Yes, Cassandra, I am crazy about you, but just to be clear…I was and still am willing to risk my life to protect you; oh and just for your edification, I fully intended for all those other sons-a-bitches to die for you, just not me!” “Well, Sir, I now feel edified, but I do not think that you are crazy.” I couldn’t help but make a little fun of her, “It’s just a metaphor, my lovely green eyed beauty. It means that if you don’t return my love with the same intensity as I have for you, I would need to be committed to an insane asylum.” “That particular metaphor is not in my memory, Mack” She said with an open curiosity. “Make it so; commit it now.” Then I laughed a little, as she left the present for a moment and when she came back, she became aware of something and come in close, her head touching mine.
She held me like that for at least a full minute, before she kissed me passionately and then smiled and said, “You should not let my account of Tashkent make you afraid of wanting me in my ass, Mack. I killed him because he was an evil man, not because he did not please me with his cock in my ass.” “I got the impression that you didn’t like that either.” I said. “There were many limitations on what I could actually feel back then. After Dr. Kobayashi finished all of my sensual and sexual enhancements, I now have many orders of magnitude more sexual drive and the ability to achieve satisfaction; much, much more than I did in Tashkent.” She said as she carefully considered her words. Then she seemed to gush, “Oh Mack, I will take you in my ass any time that you want me there. I love you.” I couldn’t help but thinking that the corollary might be true for her with that wild clitoris that she possessed, but I didn’t offer. Then she smiled at me as if she had read my mind, which she probably had, and said, “Yes, my love…it is only fair.” I smiled at her, loving the woman that was still evolving, “Yes my green eyed lovely, I suppose it is…and unless I had never experienced you before, I might not agree with you, but I have to say, you were fantastic! Now though, I need some breakfast and coffee, lots of coffee, and then I need a shower.” I said and got out of bed to go into the kitchen to get started. She got up with me and came out asking, “Are you saying you would like me made love to you like that again, Mack?” “Yes Cassandra, but not now; I’m simply saying that I need breakfast and COFFEE!” I said with emphasis.
Butte Inlet Compound; Kitchen & Dining room; 9:30 am June 28, 2104
“I want to help, Mack, what can I do?” Cassandra asked. I looked at her standing in her semi-sheer robe and marveled at the sight of her as I said, “You can set 5 formal place settings from hutch; if you’re unsure how to set the table, you can check the internet.” She did just that on the flat touch screen hanging off of the bottom of the cabinet at the end of the counter, as I began to fillet the halibut. She talked to me as she was starting to set the table, “I may need to modify another one of…Maureen’s garments, Mack, it may be that the black skirt and white blouse are not appropriate today.” I thought back two days ago, on the afternoon of the 26th and just how hot she looked, but decided she was right and suggested, “Good call, Cassie; you can save that outfit just for the two of us. Let me wash my hands and let’s go into the closet and see what we can find.” I was thinking about Maureen’s peacock sundress wrap that was formal enough to be lunch appropriate business casual and yet revealing enough to allow Cassandra’s charm to come through unimpeded. When I found what I was looking for, I pulled it out and held it up against her. The dazzling iridescent peacock pattern accentuated her green eyes and seemed to make them a brighter green. I handed it to her, “Why don’t you give this a try?” I said and I was rewarded with her bright loving smile, “Oh Mack, this is so pretty. Thank you…I know she meant…” I interrupted her, “She did, once a long time ago, Cassandra, but now I want you to wear whatever you find in there that you might like.” That earned me the pleasure of seeing her robe fall open and I was treated to the sight of her dazzling body and what I thought to characterize as her “1,000 candlepower smile.” I dropped my robe, reached both of my arms around her putting my hands on her gorgeous ass and I pulled her tightly against me and growled, “I could take you right here right now, you lovely wench!” I kissed her, as though I needed to draw my very life breath from her and she responded in kind; I could feel my hard throbbing cock against her, but she broke off the kiss and demurred, “You will make a complete mess of me, my Mack, and I want you to, but what will we tell our guests?”
Butte Inlet Compound; Our Bedroom; 10:30 am June 28, 2104
I looked in her eyes knowing that she was right, and as if on cue, my wrist communicator buzzed. It was the Admiral so I activated it and said, “Yes, Admiral,” “Is everything on track Mack?” he said and to my horror, Cassandra took my wrist and spoke into it, “Mack was just helping me with what to wear today Admiral.” My silence must have been palpable, because after a few seconds the Admiral admonished in a grouchy tone that couldn’t hide his amusement, “Well I’ll be goddamned, I have my number one covert privateer and his 50 billion dollar blacker-than-a-black-op-gets girlfriend and here you two are acting like a couple of horny teenagers like time just stopped! Now listen to me-BOTH OF YOU-get it together and get ready for this thing; your world is about to become very dynamic and much more complicated than either of you can know…trust me…I’ll never bullshit either of you; Bedford out!” I laughed at her and said, “Hell. Cassie you might as well of had the Tweedy Bird hanging out of your lips.” “What does that mean, Mack?” She inquired completely clueless and I said, “Never mind right now, honey, I’ll tell you tonight. You should probably get that ready to wear and then come on down and we can make the final prep.” I put on a pair of black slacks, a pair of black dress shoes, and white shirt left open at the first button from the top. Then I went into the kitchen and put on a white apron and a white chef’s coat. The sourdough bread had been rising since early this morning and it was now time to get it ready to bake. I also needed to prepare the vegetables for roasting because I wanted to use the same oven for both; they just needed to be staged differently.
Butte Inlet Compound; the Kitchen; 10:46 am June 28, 2104
I heard a plane fly over low and slow and when I looked out into the inlet a seaplane was landing. I went to the shore station and said, “NAVBOT, this is Captain Mackleroy; verify my voice pattern and acknowledge my command.” In only a couple of seconds, “Voice pattern confirmed Captain Mackleroy.” “NAVBOT, Very Important Persons-V.I.P.s will be visiting the compound today, keep all weapons safe and ported; acknowledge my command.” Satisfied that my robotic gunboat posed no danger to my guests, whoever they were, I set about getting the luncheon prepared. After perhaps 5 minutes I heard the seaplane taxi up the pier behind the Dominatrix and when I looked out the window I could see 2 men tying it up. Thinking, ‘Whoever they are, they’re damned early’, I kept trimming the vegetables. 5 minutes later there was a knock at the front door and I wiped my hands and went to see who it was. Two tall men in their 30’s were standing there. They both looked like soldiers who were dressed in business suits; I also noticed that they both had ear com wires running out and down the back of their shirt collars. I took all this in instantly, as the first man flashed me his badge and said, “Captain Mackleroy, I’m Reginald Banister of the RCMP, special agent in charge for the security of Prime Minister Fitzpatrick.” He put out his hand and I shook it, saying “It is a pleasure to meet you.” The other man then showed me his badge and said, “And I am Dick Taggart, Senior Special Agent of the Secret Service in charge of President Granger’s protection detail.” By now both men could probably detect a ‘dear-in-the-headlights’ stare as I mumbled, “The Admiral wouldn’t tell me who was coming.” Taggart said, “No sir, the Admiral knew that would have been serious breach in security protocol, so he couldn’t tell you.” I regained a little composure and said, “What do you gentlemen need to do?” Banister said, “How many people are currently here?” I thought, ‘He doesn’t know what Cassandra is!’ “There are just two of us here. Cassandra is upstairs in the sail loft.” I said and Taggart said, “I’m sorry to have to be so intrusive captain, but we need to have a good look around.” I said, “You do whatever you need to do, gentlemen.” And I instantly regretted what I had said, because when they found Cassandra’s charging cable with the odd nozzle, they would definitely be asking questions.
Suddenly all of our attention focused on the sound of Cassandra’s voice, “Are you going to introduce me to your two new handsome friends, my love?” She said as all 5’-10” of her glided into the room looking absolutely ravishing in her iridescent peacock sundress, a look of amusement on her face; she owned the room and with the matching iridescent green pumps on her sensual feet, she stood well over 6 feet; I was proud…this was my lady and I couldn’t conceal a chuckle because now it was the two veteran agents that had the-deer-in-the-headlights look. Then both Banister and Taggart stepped on themselves as they both started to speak at once. Coolly, Cassandra took control, “Gentlemen let’s not all speak at once; who is the senior agent.” Taggart looked deflated because he was a guest in Banister’s country and Banister put out his hand and said, “Special Agent Bannister of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, mam, in charge of Prime Minister Laurence Fitzpatrick’s Security Detail.” Cassandra’s smile was ablaze and she soothed, “It is my honor to meet you, Special Agent Banister.” Glancing at me then concentrating on both of them again, she said, “I am Cassandra Mackleroy.” Then turning to Taggart with her hand outstretched, Taggart clasped it gently in both hands saying, “Cassandra, I’m Senior Special Agent…” As she was being introduced to the American President’s lead Secret Service agent, I was impressed with the way Cassandra improvised a last name that she had never had before, otherwise the question would have been asked, “Cassandra…what?” And I also realized that she had taken care of her charging cable, somehow.
Agent Banister raised his hand signifying he was listening over the net and then Taggart did the same. After a moment, both men nodded to one another and the then Banister spoke, “Captain Mackleroy we each brought a team of 4 for the advance security sweep. The agents by your ship are inquiring if it is possible to actually shut down your robotic crew?” I didn’t think about that. Seeing the gun-bots track the agents with their binocular vision would give anyone pause, even if the weapons were on safe and ported. I said, “We can do it from this remote panel right over here, Agent Bannister.” I went over to the shore station and showed him the controls, then remotely tripped the main breaker and the entire ship shut down. I said, “That is the fail-safe method, although the restart-up procedure is a bit tricky.” Bannister said “Thank you Captain.” Just as Taggart was receiving information and then Taggart said, “Yes, Captain, the agent says the ship is secure.”
Then the thought came to me: The remote controlled weapons stations throughout the compound that we had set up the other night. I walked back over to the shore station and picked up a computer tablet and then said, “Agent Bannister, there is something else you should know about.” I handed him the computer with a map of the compound showing all of the gun stations that Cassandra and I setup and said, “These have all been shut off electrically, so your agents can just collect them off of their mounts and bring them to a central location, where presumably, you can keep an eye on them for the duration of your stay.” He spoke into his lapel and almost immediately two more agents came through the door and Bannister gave them the computer and instructions. The Cassandra took both of the lead agents in tow, saying “If you two handsome gentlemen will follow me, I’ll give you a tour of the house, laboratory and sail loft.” The two senior agents eagerly followed her, while I finished filleting and then began to prepare and season the fish.
Butte Inlet Compound; the Kitchen; 11:45 am June 28, 2104
I heard the whir of the Admiral’s VTOL and 5 minutes later the Admiral was at the front door and I waved him in, looking at him with a wry smile and he said, “Our two guests are coming in large seaplane, escorted by a squadron of Sea Dragons; I think they’re still 30 minutes out.” I said, “Perhaps we should eat around 1:00 pm or so?” “Ya Mack, that’ll probably work.” He said and then I offered, “Can I get you something Sir?” “How about a Bailys and coffee?”, He said and I pointed to the liquor cabinet and he could see the coffee carafe and the mugs, “Pour me one too, if you wouldn’t mind, Sir.” We sipped our spiked coffee in silence for a bit and the Admiral said, “And Cassandra?” “She is showing the two lead agents around the building. They don’t appear to know.” I said and then asked, “What brings our two guests here?” he said, “After that intercept off Whistler the other night, I had to fill the PM in and he flew right into a real snit and then he called the President…then I was hove to in the middle of a shit storm, without a damned life boat. Best thing I could think of was to invite them here to lunch and see for themselves.” I asked, “Is there any chance this could all go sideways Admiral?” “My advice to both of them was just come to get to know you both and that if they tried any other course of action it would get deadly very fast.” I looked at him with trepidation and he added, “I told them that you would both die to protect one another and that a lot of good people would go down too. But, not to worry son, if I thought that they wanted anything other than just really want to meet you both, I would have brought two platoons with me.” I knew the admiral had my back; then I chuckled, “I can see why they want to meet her, Sir, who wouldn’t. But me…I don’t get what they want to see me for.” He chuckled right back at me and said, “Simple Mack, you’re the man she fell in love with and that means, in their eyes anyway, that you’re the one with the most influence over her and the reason that is important is that influence is their currency; their stock and trade, if you will.” He poured some more Bailys in our cups and then freshened up our coffees. I said, “Sir, the influence that I have with her…well you know… that’s only because I have her best interests at heart and she knows that”. He leaned in and spoke softly, “Is she really as good as she looks?” “Oh Sir, you have no idea; she is way more than you can possibly imagine.” The Admiral smiled and said, “Oh I don’t know Mack, I can imagine a lot!” I was adamant, “I won’t betray her trust, Sir, but I will say this: If you can hang around for a while, after our guests leave today, the three of us can chat in private and you can ask the poignant questions of your interest. For some reason that I don’t understand, she actually likes you, Admiral, and she will probably answer most of your questions candidly, although I doubt that she would discuss the details of our intimacy.” Of course, the Admiral saw the black humor in my backhanded compliment and then he laughed and said, “There will probably be a lot of ‘pregnant’ questions from our guests this afternoon.” We chatted and enjoyed each other’s company while we waited for the Prime Minister of Canada and the President of the United States of America to arrive for a let’s-get-to-know-you lunch.
Butte Inlet Compound; 1:10 PM June 28, 2104
The Prime Minister of Canada and the President of the United States are welcomed in and are invited to sit at my table in comfortable captains’ chairs.
The agents and the Admiral’s Special Forces team were patrolling the compound; two Canadian special operators and an American secret service agent were on the roof with hand held anti-aircraft missiles. An American SEAL team had deployed from a submarine and secured the opposite shore of the inlet. Two of Banister’s men were using my drone assets to monitor the entire area. 4 F-97 Sea Dragons loitered overhead, along with an air tanker, providing air cover. This was as secure a place to have lunch as I could imagine. Cassandra and Admiral Bedford were charming each other and were in and out of a wide variety of subject matter and I darted in and out of the conversation as they tried to keep me engaged, as I put the finishing touches on the roasted vegetables, chopped up fresh garlic and mixed it in with butter to slowly melt. I sliced the cooled down sourdough, staging it for dipping a face into the Garlic Butter mixture then transferring the slices to a broiler pan ready to go but just staged. I planned to pan sauté the halibut and the pan and the fillets were staged and ready to go. ‘When they get here’, I thought, ‘they aren’t going to want to eat right away; they’re going to be mesmerized by Cassandra and they’ll probably want something to drink’.
Finally, Bannister opened the front door and came in with Taggart in tow and Bannister formally proclaimed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prime Minister of Canada Lawrence Fitzpatrick!” Immediately Taggart bellowed out, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States of America Lance Granger!” The two men came through the door in the order of their announcement and then the two senior agents closed the door and stood guard just outside. The Prime Minister slowly walked in and looked around to see the familiar face of the Admiral and walked toward him until his guest came into the room and then the PM said, “Thank you for the invitation Admiral, allow me to introduce you to a personal friend of mine, President Lance Granger.” The two men put out their hands with Nathan Bedford saying, “It is an honor to finally meet you, Mr. President.” “I have heard many good things about you, Admiral.” Said President Lance Granger and then added, “and I want to thank you for the invitation and this opportunity.” The Admiral kept the awkward pause from becoming just that before immediately saying, “Gentlemen, all three of us are the invited guests of our gracious host, Captain Clearance Mackleroy here.” I knew what this whole thing was all about and I absolutely reused to kiss their asses, so I followed the Admiral’s lead and shook the Prime Minister’s hand first saying, “Mr. Prime Minister, we finally get to meet at last.” And Fitzpatrick said, “I know exactly what you mean Captain.” “My friends call me Mack, Sir, and I would be honored if you would address me as such.” And the Prime Minister of Canada was suddenly very gracious, glancing at the Admiral, who nodded his approval than said, “Well Mack, now it is I who feels honored.” Interestingly enough, the President eagerly stuck out his hand saying, “Thanks for the hospitality, Captain Mackleroy.” I took his hand and shook it, matching the force with which he offered it to me, saying, “Mr. President, the pleasure is all mine.” And then I offered, “And I know that you are eager to meet my love and the supernova in my life, Cassandra.”
She took the Prime Minister by his shoulders and she kissed him on each of his cheeks, European style, saying, “Mr. Prime Minister, I am thrilled to finally get to meet you. It was not long ago that Mack led me to think that meeting you was out of the question.” Fitzpatrick was obviously struck by her open sensuality, her sheer beauty, and the force of her dynamic personality that was before him. “Well, my dear, fortunately, Mack doesn’t control my interests or my schedule and may I say that you are absolutely charming.” He kissed her hand and he was as genuine as a politician can be. Lawrence Fitzpatrick stepped back as President Lance Granger stepped in and with chivalry and a hint of humility said, “Ms. Mackleroy, thank you for inviting me into your home and I wish you and the Captain all of the happiness that you two so richly disserve.” Cassandra beamed at him and softly said, “Mr. President, I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the United States and the freedom and the bravery for which she stands. It is such an honor to meet you sir.” I got the impression that President Granger hadn’t gotten all of the memos; like he was sort of out of the loop, because he seemed genuinely taken by Cassandra, as if he was not clear on the concept.
After I asked both of them what they would like drink and I gave them a general inventory of my bar stock, they each eagerly made their selections. I handed the President a glass of 25 year old Oban Scotch whisky, the best I had and the Admiral handed the Prime Minister a glass of 20 year old Alberta Premium Dark Horse, perhaps the finest Canadian rye whiskey made. The Admiral and I both had a small glass of Partida Elegante Reposado tequila, one of the finest and most delicate of distillates on the planet. Cassandra sat between both leaders and when I asked her, “What can I get you, my love?” I was rewarded with her 1,000 candlepower smile as she said, “A glass of that cool water in the red pitcher in the refrigerator please.” As I handed it to her, all eyes were on her, as she took the glass and took a small sip and proclaimed, “Oh that is so good.” Her overt sensuality almost sounded if she derived erotic pleasure out of the simple act of taking a sip of cool water. There was no question; we were all mesmerized. Finally President Granger looked at me with a hint of concern before saying, “Captain Mackleroy, I was given to understand that I was going to get an opportunity to meet the android; is that still scheduled to happen?” I glanced quickly at the Admiral, whose look clearly told me that I was on my own, so I said, “Mr. President that is what this luncheon is all about, and the term Android is a very confining term that does not even begin to describe a beautifully intelligent fully sentient being that she is…Sir she is sitting next to you.”
The President slowly tuned in his chair and with his mouth agape as he looked at her and then looked her up and down, at least what he could see of her. Then, in a somewhat dumbfounded tone of voice that came out in a slow deep timbre, “All of the intelligence that I was briefed on is completely wrong. How did this happen? I’m sorry miss, but how…how did this happen?” Cassandra glanced at me and I nodded giving her my blessing and armed with my love and knowing that I had her back and also knowing that we could both count on the Admiral, she turned on her charm; I also figured she had been harvesting brain waves from the President since she met him, which meant that he was already at a disadvantage and didn’t even realize it yet. The President was lit up by her 1000 candlepower smile, as she soothed, “Please do not be so hard on them, Mr. President, none of them had any idea of what they had eventually created, or how I eventually became the woman that you see before you. But it is a long story, so if you want to hear it, perhaps Mack should serve the food now; I will tell you the story while you eat, how does that sound, Mr. President?” The man, to whom many referred to as the most powerful man in the world seemed very amiable as he said, “I think that is a great idea, what do you think, Mack?” I hadn’t given the President permission to use my nick name, but this was not the time to question him and I simply said, “Anytime you’re ready Sir.” He and the PM both nodded, and the Admiral smiled at me and gave me a “Bring it on!” gesture, so I said, “Honey, why don’t you start your story and I’ll begin serving in the next ten minutes.”