If I had any dreams, I don't remember them as I was gently woken up with a kiss.
We're landing in thirty minutes darling,' Tracey breathed over me. I would rather you slept a bit longer, but we'll soon be in London.'
Shit!' I exclaimed as I sat up. Coffee and get a pad and pencil or pen or whatever. I haven't done the report.' I got up and went and washed my face as Tracey ordered the coffee and the rest from the stewardess, and it was all there when I returned from that little box room of a bathroom. I vowed I would use the shower on the return trip. Now where was I? What did he want in the report? Was Charlie ready there with the squad? Was the ambulance there? Were the Boyle brothers now in Nassau?
I had so much in my mind my head was spinning. I drank the first cup of coffee without even tasting it. It took me several minutes to get my mind in gear and begin to speak for Tracey to write down my report for Spencer. I was on the second pot of coffee when the stewardess told us that we must return to the main cabin for landing. Tracey kept on writing right up until we touched down. As the plane taxied, he got the stewardess to give us an envelope for the report and he sealed it and I signed my name across the flap. I got a strange look from Tracey as I did so.
`It makes sense,' I said somewhat defensively.
`You've done this kind of thing before,' he said.
`If I have, I don't remember. All I remember is waking up with you on top of me doing what I like being done to me. That is to have...'
Shush,' Tracey said, going red in the face. The others might hear you.'
`So what? Spencer knows so why shouldn't the whole world know. Who cares?'
`I do! And so would the men you are going to lead again. Think of them! Think of what they would think. They love you as a man's man, so you will not let them down.' I couldn't argue with him for he was right. I'd let myself be put on a pedestal that I didn't really want, and now I was stuck with it. I was now a confirmed homosexual and a leader of men. Would have I followed an officer such as me if I'd known? It was an answer that I didn't want to know. So I bowed down to what he said and fervently hoped that Spencer would keep his mouth shut too.
The aircraft came to a stop by a white vehicle with flashing blue lights and a small crowd of people waiting for us. As soon as the door was opened, we had at least ten men in the main cabin, two of them dressed in whites and carrying a stretcher.
I recognised one man out of the others. The man who I had spoken to at the shoot out on the A40.
`We meet again Kane. My name is Wells if you'd forgotten,' he said as he held out his hand. It would have been churlish to refuse it, so I shook his hand and gave him my envelope.
For Spencer. Also that,' I said, indicating the still comatose figure of Sir Bernard Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham just to name the two that I knew of apart from our name of Bee Bee for him. He's all yours now.' The attendants soon had him off the couch and onto the stretcher where he was strapped in and then carried off the plane. We slowly trooped off to go into the terminal and with us being with the Special Branch, bypassed passport control and customs and entered the main hall.
We had half an hour before re-boarding and that was spent in finding and collecting Charlie and the rest of the men. They weren't light on their luggage either. It still had to be weighed for the crew to make the necessary adjustments to their controls for the flight. I had managed to thank the captain and second officer as well as the stewardess before we left, for we would have a different crew for the return trip.
I really only had time for a cup of coffee and say hello and thank the rest of the squad for turning up.
`Eager for another fight then?' I joked.
Not 'arf sir,' said Nobby. Is the pay and conditions the same?'
`Yes, but they will be ready for us this time.' I didn't have time for any more because we were asked to start boarding. There were low whistles and murmurs of approval as the men filled the cabin and began taking their seats. There were ten double seats on either side and Tracey and I sat in a pair at the rear and Charlie sat by himself on the opposite side to me. I said to him that he and I would speak later in the bedroom, but the general briefing I would give when we got to our hotel in Nassau.
The jet took off on time and we were soon flying high when drinks were served and then dinner. The stewardess had to take a lot of banter from the men but held her own in the repartee. The captain visited the cabin to make himself known and I found out that this was a regular thing on these luxury jets. The airline had four of them now, with two bedrooms and seating for twenty. Mind you, the cost of a bedroom on one of these flights was nearly three times the cost of an economy seat on British Airways, and they were nearly always booked.
Just before the captain left us, I asked him to connect me via the radio to the Hilton hotel in Nassau, and that I would take it in the bedroom. Tracey came with me and I beckoned Charlie to follow us.
`How long can the men stay in Nassau?' I asked him when we were inside the bedroom.
`As long as you want sir. Three of us are your caretakers, two are self employed and the other four don't mind getting fired for being absent. Last week's job was pay for at least six months, so with this caper, they could have a year or more off.'
`Okay, I'll book them in for a week.'
The phone call came through and I was speaking to the Assistant Manager and gave him my name and suite number and booked five double rooms for a week as from this night. I told him I was speaking from the plane and would be arriving at about midnight in the hotel. I wanted four cases of beer and sandwiches and snacks for twelve people put into my suite just before we arrive. I thanked him and put down the phone.
`That's that sorted,' I said, and then spent the next hour filling Charlie in on what had happened and what we were about to attempt to do to get the Boyle's out of the villa, which was no doubt that that was where they were heading for. I described the place as best I could and in answer to his question about firearms, told him of Garibaldi's.
So it was really two hours with Charlie and now about three hours into the eight hour flight when he left for the main cabin and Tracey locked the bedroom door.
`Now we've been very tired and busy over the past day or so, so what shall we do with the next five hours of the flight,' he asked as he took off his dress. Well that usual sight of his smooth firm body clad in the female underwear and sporting an erection, raised me up too. He did the trick of laying on his back and pushing his bits and pieces between his legs and crossing his ankles and looking for all the world like a young woman reclining. Seeing him like this hampered me in getting my underpants off for my erection got caught in the extra fold in the front. But they came off and I knelt on the bed up near his head for him to raise himself up and take me into his mouth for a gentle sucking before the main event. I still loved to see his sweet lips round the head of my cock and feel his tongue probe and tease me. He would look up at me with his mouth full and his eyes sparkling with delight at what he was doing to me.
He gave me a pout as I pulled out and looked round for a condom to put on.
`So we're going to join the mile high club then,' he smiled as he passed me a condom free from its wrapper.
`We're more than twice that height,' I said as I rolled the rubber down over my erection.
`Then you'll have to fuck me more than twice then,' he laughed and went up onto his knees and gave me the lovely view of his backside that I was just about to stick my cock in. Stick it in I did, very slowly, loving the squeezing of the head of my cock as it passed his sphincter and then expand again once it was past it, but still had that pressure round the shaft as I pushed even more till I was fully inside and the cheeks of his bum were up against my thighs. We both gave out sighs as we felt the throb and beat of the blood that ran round my cock as it was surrounded by the heat of his body.
You lovely big fucker Marcus. I love you when you do this to me,' he crooned as I moved in and out of him. I even love you when you are not doing it. I just love you so much,' and I thought I heard him give a sob, but I wasn't sure so I didn't say anything but kept on ironing out the kinks in his back passage and brought pleasure to both of us. I started to come and began ramming myself harder into him as he gasped at every thrust and urged me to fuck him harder as I finally began shooting my load inside him.
Such was my pleasure in having him, I couldn't deny him his right to fuck me at whatever altitude we were at. He cried out in dismay when I pulled out of him but then cried for joy when I said he could have me.
`You truly are my partner,' he said as his soft hands came to my hips and I felt his cock enter me. It slid right in without hindrance and he slowly and methodically fucked me. It was a soothing ride he gave me and I loved having him behind now and doing what he was doing. His small cock still made itself felt as he moved back and forth and it was a comforting experience to have. He came with a lot of pushing and I felt his piece throb inside me as he came, holding me as tight as I had held him while his hips churned against my bum. About two hours later, we had oral sex together. I think the vibration of the aircraft enhanced the sex enormously, stimulating the senses in both the forms of sex that we had.
With just an hour to go before landing, we went back into the main cabin that had its lights dimmed and saw that most of the squad were sleeping. I could only see two heads move as they talked in whispers. I rang for the stewardess and had her bring us two coffees and two brandies, and as we were being served, I felt the plane start its descent. Fifteen minutes later, the cabin lights came on and the captain announced that we were about thirty minutes from landing. This brought the drinks trolley round again and several had coffee as well.
We landed on time and were quickly through passport control and customs and out of the airport to take three taxi's to the hotel. We were greeted by the manager himself and I just wondered what his thoughts were to see ten men and one woman come in with heavy bags and not one suitcase. He assured me that all what I asked for was in my suite and as the men paired off with their keys to dump the bags, I gave them my suite number and gave them ten minutes to have a wash and whatever. I picked up a newspaper to take upstairs with me and thanked the manager for fitting us all in, saying that I would be paying the tab for the lot.
God, this is like coming home,' Tracey said as he kicked off his shoes. We seem to have been here for ages so much has happened. Was it always like this with you?'
`I don't know, but it certainly has been hectic.' I went and inspected the food while Tracey went through to the bedroom leaving the door open. I heard him use the toilet and wondered when he was in there on his own, did he sit down or stand up when he had a pee? One of life's little conundrums I grinned to myself as I opened a beer.
With the entrance of the first two, Colin and Donald, them staying together as they had been the first ones to come out, we left the door open for the others, and they were all inside within the ten minutes stipulated. A good sign.
`Okay, drinks first and then you can eat afterwards while we have questions and answers.' So I let them all get a beer in their hands before I began to talk.
First of all I'd like to thank you for all volunteering for this mission. It's not impossible, for if it was, I would self destruct in five seconds.' This brought on a few laughs from that television show. Now where did I drag that up from, I thought? Was my memory coming back in bits and pieces? Think about it later I said to myself. Nobby raised the question at Heathrow and I'll tell those who didn't have the gall to ask me themselves, the pay and conditions are the same as last time. The added bonus is that you can stay in the Caribbean here for seven days if you want, expenses all paid for by me. That is, within the hotel. If you want women, then you pay for it or if you're lucky, get it for free.' More laughs. `Now you've probably gathered on the flight here that with the aid of Colin and Donald, and not forgetting Tracey's contribution, we nabbed the bugger that got away last week. He'll do thirty years at least and a lot more of the lesser fish will be picked up in due time. But what has brought us back out here is that the Boyle brothers, some of whom backed that last abortive attempt to stop us, are reported to have skipped bail and are possibly here, in the Bahamas.
Now there's only one place they would go and that's to Brakestone's place, though out here he was known as Bingham. There is his villa just outside of Freeport and I intend to hit it tomorrow night. For obvious reasons, we couldn't bring arms with us, but I intend to acquire these tomorrow morning. If the Boyle's are at the villa, they will be expecting us, so no rubber bullets this time.' This brought nods of agreement. `I am not going into details of the villa tonight or the planning of the raid. Let's see what arms I can get and then I can make the final plan for a briefing tomorrow afternoon. We'll fly up to Freeport in the evening and make the assault just after dark. Now get yourselves some food and then I'll answer what questions I can.'
They all quickly downed their beers to get a fresh one and a plate of food each and were soon seated down again.
`How will you know if the Boyle brothers have definitely arrived?' This from David.
`The airport has been under surveillance since this morning.'
`Will there be any others from England with them?'
`I'll only know that tomorrow morning.'
`Will they be hiring local thugs do you think?'
`Well I would in their case, so I would think it most likely.'
`How many would you think?'
`Judging by the size of the villa, I wouldn't say more than ten opposition, but it could be more or it could be less.'
`What about staff? Civilians?'
`There are six staff. One of whom is very co-operative. He was
rescued with Tracey and myself when I blew his yacht up.' This caused a mighty stir amongst them.
`Blew it up? With you on board?' came the query from Dick.
`Yes, but the bastard didn't go down with it when it sank. That's why we snatched him. What I didn't have time for was his safe. That is the main reason we are going in. The Boyle's are like sharks, swimming round and trying to pick up the pieces and salvage what they can. Well we are bigger sharks and I'm not interested if they come out of this dead or alive.' I paused for the next question, but that seemed to be it for the time being, so I wound up the meeting.
`Right. Take some food and a few beers down to your rooms, we can't waste it. Meal times are listed in your rooms and feel free to use the pool tomorrow but be here at five o'clock for the full briefing. The two exceptions to this are Charlie and Mick. I need you to come with me to Garibaldi's to talk of weapons.'
Tracey and I stood at the door and bid them all goodnight and closed the door. It was one o'clock in the morning.
`God I'm bushed,' I said, yawning and headed for the bedroom.
`I feel a bit washed out myself,' Tracey said, catching the infection of yawning too. So it was two lethargic persons that got undressed and into bed. The tiredness showed, for all we did was have a cuddle and a kiss before falling asleep.
Chapter Eight
I liked waking up in bed with Tracey. I also wondered how long could this last, this tender administrations to my swollen cock every morning? If it was not being gently rubbed, scratched or sucked, he would be astride of me and putting it up into himself. Whichever method he used, I loved it.
This morning it was his hot mouth taking in the equally hot head of my erection and almost having his breakfast from it. Cream to go with his coffee no doubt. He always knew when I was awake and would then bring about the end result and take and swallow it.
Then he was up into my arms to kiss and wish me good morning. His eyes alight and full of the joys of spring as he hugged me and begged me to do the same to him. He also liked to run his fingers through my hair as I relieved him in the same way and then we kissed some more before getting up to see to other things in the bathroom.
When dressed, after watching that lovely show of him putting on the padded bra, suspender belt and then the slow drawing up the legs of his stockings, the slight twisting of the body as the studs were put in place before the lot was covered by a dress, we went down for our breakfast. This was our first time for this meal in the hotel's dining room and I couldn't abide the buffet style they employed and demanded that I got proper service. This seemed to be out of order, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the staff talk to the Assistant Manager who then seemed to be tearing the poor man off a strip. I got waiter service, with a menu. I found out later that Samson had had a few words with the hotel to say that I was a high member of the British Government travelling incognito and they would be well advised to see to my comfort. Also that the waiter who had seen me naked, loved to tell the tale of him seeing the Prime Minister of England's personal adviser, naked after just fucking his wife.
Well my status in the hotel rose quite a bit from Samson's intervention and we really benefited from it in terms of the service.
I was glad to see Charlie and Mick down there together having breakfast, as well as most of the others. They lingered at their table till we rose up to leave and they then joined us for the walk down to the harbour and round to Garibaldi's. I never did find out where that name of that shop came from.
Samson greeted us and took us through to the back and made us sit down and sent the youth out for some tea.
So how is your hotel Mr Kane? Good I hope?' and then he told me what he had said to them. Now what can I do for you? I see you have brought some friends to help in your little trouble.'
`Will there be trouble?' I asked.
`Well two men very much like the description you gave me have arrived in Nassau. With another two men who I didn't like the look of.' That answered the question as to where the Boyle's were going and that they had indeed brought some support.
`I suppose they went on to Freeport?'
`Correct!'
`Have they recruited any of the locals?'
`That I can find out, but I would think that the answer would be yes. There is quite a lot of riff-raff up there that wouldn't live to see tomorrow if they were here on this island.'
`Would there be any problem if some of them were to, er, disappear?'
`Not from the police. They would be glad to see the back of them.'
`Thank you Samson. So now to what we would like to purchase, I'll have Mick here tell you what we want and we'll see what we can agree on.' So for half an hour, they talked weapons as to what we could and could not get. Where one was not available, another was suggested. In the end, Mick was satisfied at what could be supplied in the short term as we needed it all by eight o'clock that very night. It didn't come cheap, but then, I didn't expect it to.
I had interrupted several times to veto the use of a bazooka and explosive grenades. I wanted to keep the building intact and opted for the stun grenades and smoke bombs. That the small arms were all of Russian and Czechoslovakian manufacture was of no surprise to me, but a gun that fires bullets, doesn't care where it is made. Charlie had told me that they had brought night scopes and camouflage kit and many other things that may be needed. Now for transport. We needed a plane or two to take us to Freeport and three vehicles at that airfield to take us to the villa and back. No, we didn't need drivers, just the means of getting there and back. This could be done. Then we went into the timing and by lunch time, all was done. A plane would be ready and three cars for the transport side and the weapons would be available by seven o'clock that night.
The four of us walked back to the hotel and into the dining room for lunch. We stayed together for the meal but I told Charlie and Mick to take some time off for a bit of rest and sunshine and get the squad together for five o'clock.
Tracey thought we were going up to our suite for an afternoon of sex, but he was mistaken. I'd also brought from Samson's some large sheets of paper and crayons. While the other's enjoyed the sun and swimming pool, I sketched the villa and grounds and what I knew from Ferdie, of the inside.
Now knowing the weapons, I did my placements and the order of attack. All this was written down while Tracey ordered coffee and left me alone to do the job I was made for.
I had only just finished my touches to the plans when the squad began to drift in for the briefing. I told them of the transport arrangements and showed them my drawings of the villa and of our placements before we attacked. The questions were minor and soon sorted, for even the best of plans never work exactly as expected. It was just a question of each having to work and fight on their own initiative by knowing what the goal was. The only person who wasn't happy was Tracey. Though he would be armed with a hand gun, he didn't like the idea of being left to guard our vehicles for our retreat. The truth was that Tracey wasn't a trained soldier and I didn't want him hurt in any shoot out that I was controlling.
Kill or be killed was my order, and that was the end of the briefing. We all then went down for an early dinner and I wondered if the staff noticed that none of our crowd had an alcoholic drink with their meal. Some of them might have finished earlier than others, but all stayed seated until I moved off and then they all followed out and went to their rooms and collected their gear. Charlie had some for Tracey and myself with him and passed it over to me when we had left the hotel and were in our taxi to go and collect our weapons.
Charlie, Mick and myself went in to see Samson and check over what he had and I then paid over the cash, and the bags they were in were carried out and put into the different taxi's still waiting for us.
Give me a call if you need help,' Samson said to me, passing over a card and a mobile phone. It's a secure line so tell me in plain English if you're in trouble or need help.'
`Thanks Samson. You're the best thing I've found on these islands.' He laughed and shook my hand and wished me luck.
With me back in my taxi, we took off for the airport. The plane itself, which was ready for us, could have carried forty persons, so there was ample room for us all. During the thirty minute flight, the weapons bags were opened and the contents distributed and checked and in some cases cleaned. Colin took it upon himself to check and make sure that the gun Tracey was given was clean and serviceable, showing him the safety catch and how to change the clip.
I stuck to my shoulder holstered gun with three spare clips but carried four stun grenades and two smoke bombs. Others were similarly equipped, though we wouldn't put on our combat gear and black up till we were off the plane and on our way to the target.
The three cars were waiting, and we were soon inside and off on our way. From here on, I had to rely on the accuracy of what Ferdie had told me, and it wasn't long after dark and our landing, that we pulled up about a quarter of a mile from the villa. I would liked to have got closer, but the cars would have been seen, and I didn't want to give that extra warning.
Now was the time to change clothes and black up our faces. Tracey, being left behind as it were, didn't have to change or ruin his make-up and was a bit angry at being left behind to guard the cars.
`Everybody has to do one job. Yours is just as important to see that they don't wreck them and prevent us from retreating if need be. So just grin and bear it, besides, I don't want you to get hurt.' I took him into my arms and gave him a kiss.
`Please be careful Marcus. I don't want you to get hurt either.' I saw the tears in his eyes and kissed him again before I called the others together and we moved off in the darkness towards the villa.
We took up our positions in stealth and were able to see armed men up on the second floor, crouched down but still visible between the ornate posts that held up the balustrade. These were pointed out by hand signals, each one I saw, I pointed at them first and then to the man who was to take them out when the shooting started. I was proud of the way the men moved round without a sound or alerting the guards.
We'd taken about twenty minutes to get into position and the word was that I would enter the villa first and that when any gunfire started, that would be their signal to start the attack from the outside.
I'd just began my crawl across the open lawn when I saw headlights coming from the road towards the villa. I froze though I knew that the sweeping beams wouldn't catch me in their glare. It just seemed natural to do so. It was a car, and it came up quite fast to come to a slewing stop by the front door and two men got out and seemed to be fighting somebody they were trying to carry.
`Marcus! Hel...!' and the voice was silenced and my blood went cold, for it sounded just like Tracey. The struggling figure was quickly carried through the front doors which slammed shut behind them.