by Sam Wilson
ONE
HOSPITAL ROOM
Captain Wellington (Cax to his friends) wakes up eight months later after the incident in an hospital, he doesn’t stay up for long because of the physical pain and the alarming amount of headaches which always knocks him back to sleep, sometimes he wakes up to an empty room and then just slips back to sleep but today is different. Although still physically weak, he’s feeling mentally stronger. Standing beside his bed again is the beautiful nurse he hopes to get a glimpse off before the pain does what seem to be the inevitable, a 5ft 11” Amazonia blond goddess that always have a smile on her face, this time she’s stroking his head and saying something he could not make out, he wanted to say hello but instead stared at her in admiration as she walked over to the end of his bed and wrote something on the chart before walking out, his eyes stayed glued to her till the door was closed. He can remember hearing a loud noise before blacking out, sometimes he dreams about loud deafening sounds combined with bright lights, surrounded by screaming people and all sorts of nightmares and then wake up drenched in sweat. He laid his heavily bandaged head back against the white soft pillow, staring at the square shape designed ceiling with an old fashion ceiling fan busy ventilating the room. General George B. Ealing enters the room and gently backed the door. Standing on the right side of his bed, hands folded against his chest with a smile, clearly happy to see him. Finally awake, it’s time he starts to fill in the blanks about what exactly happened that day, he thought to himself. Lots of questions he needs answers to but he knows he need’s to be patient, observing the state Caxander is in breaks his heart. He can remember when they use to be like father and son, mentor and mentee and a good friend that listens and accede with him, he felt guilty but mostly he is happy to see him alive.
“How are you doing son?”
The general is so soft spoken that he could hardly hear what he’s saying but from what he understood he replied in hope as a good soldier would
“It could be better, I guess, who are you sir?”
“I’m George Ealing [he paused for effect] the doc said you will show a sign like this, I’m in command of your UNIT; do you remember anything?”
“No sir, `I do not ……… Where are mine?”
“You are safe here”. He places his right hand on his left shoulder.
Doctor Lester Gate who is an elderly man of 67 knocked and shuffled into the room, smiled and spoke loudly; he has an attitude that will cheer the hardest son of a bitch up. As long as the General has known him, he has never seen the man angry, “better days are right in front of you,” he would always say. Optimistic people like him are needed in a place like this, the General has always believed
“How are we doing today?”
“There has been progress doctor, he’s talking” the General was quick to answer
“Fantastic, exactly what we were expecting” the doctor said cheerfully
He gently removed the chart from its hook at the foot of the bed and began to read it. Afterward he walked over to his bed side, checks and adjusted the drip, Cax’s eyes followed the liquid flowing from the drip to his right hand, the doctor listened to his heart beat with his stet scope and measured his body’s temperature with a thermometer, after every other test he started writing in the chat, again he spoke in a deep loud voice
“Everything seems to be going the right way”
“Doctor, I’ve got a really bad headache” cax said, sounding like a child in agony
“You need to relax Caxander, eat the food and medicine you are giving and everything is going to be just fine, okay!” He said reassuring him as doctors always does then he turned facing the General.
“I will see you later General”.
“Doc, good job, I mean that”.
“Don’t mention it, I have to go”.
The doctor walks out closing the door behind him, the General smiled at cax as if he was going to say something, then walked in a troubling slow pace around the room deep in thought, he stopped in front of the window and stared out at the magnificent view of the ocean, they seem to be at the top floor of a very tall hospital building, cax watched the General who was deep in his own mind, he wondered what exactly is making him act in such a strange manner, he tried moving but he couldn’t, almost in panic he calls to the General,
“General, I can’t move”
“Just take it easy boy, don’t rush things (Cax struggled to seat up) Calm down Cax… This is nothing a little therapy won’t fix, ok son… Ly back and relax, doctor’s orders”.
Cax did as he was told. The General not knowing where to begin with Cax, decided to give him more time to recover before any serious talk. It was time to end the visit for today.
“I have things to do, but I will be back”
He walked to the door and grabbed the handle, cax looks at him tired and confused, he quickly asks a question as he heard the door open making the General stop and turn.
“General, do you know what happened sir, how did I end up here?”
“You are here because of luck and strong will, don’t worry about the rest”
The General closed the door behind him. As he walked into the corridor, his silver hair glowed from the florescent lighting in the hall way, at sixty four years of age and a cancer survivor he still has a full head of hair, a lot of things raced through his mind as the elevator doors opens; he enters pressing the top button which reads Ground floor, in the elevator he thought to himself “the mission was a disaster, realizing all of his men are dead except for one, the captain survived the attack but lost his men and two high priority international criminals to an unknown enemy who seems to know everything about G.H.O.S.T, all the General could ask himself in his head is “what happened?” The elevator doors opens at the ground floor, he came out and turned right, at the end of that corridor is a stair case that leads up, he climbed up with out difficulty for a man of his age, opened the door to a forest area, the door he came out off disappeared into the side of an enormous tree house, a few meter away is an helicopter cleverly shaded from over head view by life like mechanical trees ready for takes off, the General stepped on board and ascended.
TWO
WASHINGTON DC A YEAR EARLIER 20:00 HRS
PARTY AT SENATOR RUSHMORE ESTATE
Guests arrived in luxurious and exotic vehicles to the welcoming hands of Senator Alex Rushmore and his wife Matilda Rushmore at the mansion’s entries. Three blocks away is captain Caxander wellington in a 1992 Mercedes Benz SL 55 driving above the speed limit and at the same time trying to put on an already made tie, his cell phone begins to ring, he stops fighting with his tie and picked up the Nokia cell phone, it’s General Ealing
Yes General, I’m on my way
Where exactly are you?
I’m about two blocks - - - - - - - - - -oh shit
A police siren sounded off behind him and the General can hear it through the phone.
“What’s happening?” he demanded
“I’m been pulled over sir, I’m going to have to call you back”
“No, just get here”.
The phone clicks off, Cax watched through the rear and then the side mirror as the cop steps out of the vehicle and walks towards his; he composes himself and waits for the cop
“My name is Officer Ross Williams, Roll down the window please” commanded the officer
He rolled down the window completely “I’m sorry officer, what seems to be the problem?
The six foot eight inches tall long jawed African American police officer scanned him and the vehicle with dark eyes and spoke in a vehement manner
“You were speeding. Let me see your license and registration please”.
Cax opened the clove box and busy himself looking for the registration papers; he had already passed over his license.
“The registration please” the officer said impatiently
Cax finally found and handed him the registration documents, while he was looking it over with a flashl
ight Cax tried to wiggle himself out of a ticket.
“Officer, I am late for a party, I know it’s not an excuse, but”
“It’s not a good one I can tell you that” the reply came quickly
He glanced at the driving license again and returned his gaze back to Cax,
“I’m going to give you a ticket”
“Can’t you just look the other way on this one officer? We are both public servant you see… I’m a soldier and on the way to a very important meeting, I promise to watch out next time”
The cop had a look on his face as if resisting the urge to call him a clown
“Soldier, do not break the law, okay- - - -, soldier” he said sarcastically and added
“Consider yourself lucky that you are only getting a ticket… this is a warning. Do you understand?”
“Yes officer thank you” replied Cax with content
Officer Ross handed the license and registration papers back and a fine of $80, Cax threw the ticket on the passenger sit, started the V12 to the roared of an angry lion and he zoomed off.
Arriving at Senator Rushmore’s estate 45 minutes later, a 17 years old boy opened the driver’s door letting Cax out, hands him a blue parking ticket and drives the car off to park it, the heavy double doors at the entries is opened by two door men who nodded their heads with a smile and Cax acknowledged them in kind as he walked pass them into the mansion. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and looks around for a familiar face; His eardrums filtered out from the blaring music a voice screeching from the past and turned around.
“Where have you been hiding your ugly head?” it said
It’s his old child hood friend Top Gun Captain Danny York; they hugged and shake hands laughing,
“It’s been a while” Danny added
“Yes it has, what are you up to this days” Cax asked curiously
“I am still kissing the sky. What about you?”
“I am doing about the same”.
Danny Chuckled
“What part?” he replied jokingly
Cax laughs faintly; Gen Ealing appeared from behind a pillar
“Glad that you boys found each other”
“Evening General” Danny said
“Sir, sorry I’m late” Cax quickly added.
“That’s fine Caxander, just come with me, evening Danny; you will have to excuse us”.
“Yes sir”
They walked away and vanish into a deem lighted corridor; Danny watches suspiciously as he takes a sip from his champagne glass, at the end of the corridor is a door that leads them outside, as they got outside, Cax expected the General to start telling him what was happening but the general just kept walking and not saying anything, Cax knew what to do best was to be patient and followed him like a good soldier, they ended up in front of a wooden door at the east side of the mansion, the door opened before they could knock, they entered backing the door. Senator Rushmore is standing by a big soft dark brown leather chair, he is six foot and two inches tall, skinny, mixture of dark and gray hair and years of experience showing in the wrinkles that seem to have a permanent place on his forehead, he’s holding a red file in his left hand and a thick short glass filled with cognac and ice on the right, the General introduces cax to the senator.
“Caxander this is Senator Andrew Rushmore (looking at the senator and softly tapping Caxander on the left shoulder) senator this is the kid I was telling you about, Caxander Wellington”
“Captain Wellington, it’s an honour to finally meet you”
“Sir, the honour is mine” Cax replied, he doesn’t really care but he has to be polite.
“Let’s go to my study upstairs,” the senator said, raising the glass to his mouth.
As they followed the senator, Cax thought to himself “we could have gone directly to the study room instead of “, he stopped himself, brush the thought aside and decided to go with the flow, after two flights of gold plated stairs, they finally reached the enormous study, it is filled with rear books, to book collectors this will be a treasure room, the senator leads them into a smaller room with a low beautiful glass and mahogany round table with strange markings that look Egyptian and four comfy black mahogany chairs, he hands the file to the Gen before sitting and placing his cognac glass on the little side table, the Gen sits down and goes through the file contents with Cax, the first page hand a signed letter from the President, which made this meeting and the go ahead official.
“All five of them are down stairs eating my food and drinking my wine, they do what they want, when they want and most of all to whom they want, arrogant pricks, they are into everything, modern day slavery, drugs, financing terrorism, you name it but they cover their tracks by giving to charities, creating jobs with their shady companies and buying the right people, this guys are a threat to this great country, General I’m going to live them in your capable hands, I have to go back to my party, shake hands with them and wear a smile on my fucking face”.
With that, the senator poured the last drop of cognac down his throat and walked out of the study, leaving it to the General and Cap Cax.
“Call the team together, put these men under surveillance and find out what’s not in this file”.
“Yes sir, I’m going downstairs, talk to Danny”
“I will see you later”
“Yes sir”
THREE
Cax is down at the main flow looking for Danny but couldn’t find him, someone else with a long flowing silky black hair has caught his attention, it’s a Spanish American woman in a white dress walking up the stairs looking for a place to light a cigarette, she finally found a spot with a view out on the balcony, she sits on a knitted rocking chair, crosses her beautiful legs, swinging slowly back and forth, the slit on the side of her dress revealed a small snake tattoo on her left thigh and how long her leg is, she lights a cigarette, takes a drag and blows the smoke into the air, after the smoke clears she finds Caxander leaning against the balcony railing smiling, normal instinct would have set her in a defensive mode seeing someone appear from nowhere in front of her like that but there was something about this guy’s smile that gave her instant comfort, their eyes met, she takes another drag with her eyes still fixed on him and releases the smoke from her lungs smiling.
“I’m glad I can bring you such happiness” she said
“You know that thing will kill you”
“Is that the best you could come up with?”
“What’s your name?”
“Try a little harder cowboy”
“How hard do you like it?”
She laughed “That is funny”
“I’m Caxander, who are you seniorita?”
“You are not good at this, are you? I’m Helena”
“What do you do Helena?”
“All this questions, I work at the U.N, what do you do Mr Smooth?”
He laughed at the thought of been called Smooth even though she’s been sarcastic “I’m a Captain in the Army”
“Well, captain what are your intentions” she began to toy with him
“I can assure you, nothing out of the ordinary”
“I’m disappointed” still toying with him
Living in the moment, they stare at one another and smiled.
“You are very beautiful” He continued while she smiles looking at him talk “when I saw you walk up those stairs, I had to know who you are”
“Finally a line, well, now you know me, what happens now?” her wit quick as an arrow
“We go to someplace else and get ourselves something to drink”
She stands up, her long white silk and cotton dinner dress revealing her toned voluptuous body, the deem light shines through her dress making it a little translucent, making Cax even want her more, the cigarette between her right hand fingers was now almost burnt to the butt, she tosses the cigarette butt in the dark, the lighted butt drops and shattered on the ground below, now Helena is standing opposite Cax with on
e hand on her hour glass hip and the other on the balcony railing, Cax can’t take his eyes off her.
Smiling she asked him “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me soldier?”
“Just want to celebrate, that’s all”
“Celebrate what?”
“Everything”
“I have to go”
As she was about to walk away, he gently grabbed her hand, cocky, smiling and full of confidents
“I have never had a dream come true until I saw you climb up those stairs, you look like an Angel in that dress, he looked into her eyes “one drink” he said not exactly asking.
She considers it, an hour later, they were wrapped up passionately in each other’s hands in his hotel room kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off, the room steamed up from the heat that their body generated, filled with burning desire, they made love hard, long and in every Kama sutra position known to man, she’s a screamer and loves it rough, her teeth and nails digs into Cax’s shoulder and his back, he loves it and does it even harder thereby encouraging her. Next, her nails moved to his ass digging in harder while pushing herself back and forth against his masculine body, her nipples was so hard it could cut a glass, Cax bit slightly hard on it, she cried out with extreme pleasure wishing and telling him to fuck her harder, harder and not to stop. As he continued fucking her he suddenly thought he has never met a girl that was willing to go all the way like this before, especially on the first date. This was absolutely a dream come true, she removes her legs from his shoulder and positioned herself doggy style for the third time, placing her head and breast on the mantras and two pillows between her stomach and thighs raising her ass high up in the air, the love shape of her buttocks made Cax want her even more, she clearly likes it from behind while her hair is been pulled, he showed no mercy pleasuring her just as she likes it, she was so loud that the sounds from their love sessions kept the neighbours up, they tried banging on the wall but to no Vail, some stood on their balcony picturing what must be going on in the room, some complained about their lack of sleep to the management the following day and Cax and Helene were asked as they were about to check out of the hotel to keep it down in the future or they can’t stay in the hotel the next time they come.