Chapter 9 – Part ONE-
Ron sat with his hands on his head as a million voices crept into his head. Just like every morning, he had learned to train his mind to filter them out and only hear what he wanted to hear IF he wanted to hear it. There were days that many voices seemed to be speaking to him directly as if giving him directions to do something or as if he was to achieve the unachievable. For three months he had been trained in that facility that saved his life to work with his new and amazing brain and its complicated powers. Ron purposely left Dave in the dark about a great many things on purpose even though he promised to always tell him the truth. This was not Ron’s choice really; keeping stuff from his brother had caused a small division at first that had turned out to be a rather large division.
Ron turned his head as he sensed that his phone was about to ring and sure enough, it started to ring. He already knew who it was and did not want to talk to him. The phone rang again and again and finally Ron concentrated on the phone and from his sitting position in his room on his bed, he drained the battery life of the phone. Ron felt faint suddenly and laid down and began to breathe heavily. The sheer mental abilities that he had now were simply not going away and they were not stopping either. Every day he realized something new about himself as far as an ability to do something amazing. Even though any normal person would have been thrilled to find that they could now control things that no other human could control, Ron was scared to death and most of all was worried for the well being of his brother.
Ron did not hate his brother in no way; the love that he now had for his brother and Josh and Danny was if anything even more intense than anyone could ever know or even comprehend. Ron had no choice but to make it appear as if he was angry with his brother so that he would not have to see him suffer through all that was happening to him in his own mind. He gathered and understood perfectly that his brother would never stop trying to help Ron even to the point of Dave’s mental collapse and for that reason; Ron had to leave and have a separate life where his own problems did not affect the lives of his loved ones.
“I miss you more than you know,” whispered Ron as he now was looking at a picture of Dave and himself that was taken about 5 months back. In the picture Dave was hugging Ron and Ron was giving Dave bunny ears which brought a small smile to Ron’s face for a few seconds. It was no sooner that Ron began to scream in pain. His legs began to shake as he reached for his medicine bottle on the table next to his bed. Ron’s gritted teeth were to the point of breaking or so thought Ron as he quickly tore off the lid of the bottle and took a pill out and swallowed it without any water. He soon found his bottle of water on the floor and drank the whole thing while fresh beads of sweat came out of every pore of his body. Ron lay as still as he could and focused on the imagery that he was trained to do while he was locked away in Gehirn-Wachstum. He first imagined a blue dot in his mind which expanded into a room filled with water. Ron was now in the training room where he learned to relax his mind during a brain seizure. The water was cool and relaxing and beside him was a pitcher filled fresh iced tea. Ron later learned that it wasn’t normal tea but it also contained a sedative. He gladly picked up the pitcher of tea and poured it into a cup that was near him and drank heavily from it. He closed his eyes after drinking and drifted off into a deep sleep with pure peace.
A cool breeze tugged at the bare legs of Ron who awoke with a serene mind frame that was soothed. He looked over at the picture of him and his brother that still sat on his dresser in his room which was mostly dark minus the natural moonlight that jutted through the open window. Ron felt much better compared to earlier in the morning and was ready to start his period of life in which he grew used to.
After taking a quick shower and putting on his cloths for work, he rode in his government assigned vehicle to “The Station” in which was the name that Dave knew to be as Ron’s new work where he made much more money but only Ron knew the full story of why he was assigned there, and that’s the way it was to be kept. Ron had never wanted this to be his life but he was half forced into due to his unusual brain power he had attained.
On his ride there Ron had made sure that he wasn’t being followed as he had learned in the past during training exercises. He recalled his first day in which he was given instructions on how to get to work and given a set time frame to make it to work on time or he would be disqualified. Since his first training exercise was a test that he couldn’t really fail, he was however competing against 7 other people who were given the same exercise but ordered to terminate any opposition. Ron was not warned that he would be competing against others but the people in charge of the operation knew that Ron would succeed.
Ron shook off the memory of his first day as he stepped out of his car and locked the door. He looked around to assure that he was alone and then walked his normal walk that he had taken every day for the last month and half. Twenty seven steps towards the door and 18 steps towards the corner of the building which brought him to a seemingly normal large support bean that was identical to all the other beams at the underground parking lot. Ron’s eyes were now facing the pillar which then scanned by the identification machine and he quickly walked forward into the pillar which opened and closed behind him.
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“As you all know, we have had a security breach on sector fourteen last night and we need everyone to take heed and report anything directly to me and me alone if you find any slight detail of this breach. Commander Peetre has informed me that two of our men had went on an unassigned mission last night and are currently MIA. Four of you will be assigned to finding them while the rest of you will be on security detail here in this building. I have assigned Agent Q to be teamed up with Agent JL for this operation as Agent JL is still in training and Agent Q is just the smartest ass here,” said General Atkins looking at Ron. The other agents muttered protests under their breath in which General Atkins shook his head. “If you guys knew half that I did about Agent Q, you’d think twice about your disrespect,” said General Atkins. “You are dismissed,” announce General Atkins as he opened the office door and walked out.
Everyone shuffled out of the briefing room and made their way to the equipment room where they all took their required weapons and other protocol devices for their line of business. Ron who was also known as Agent Q was already standing and waiting for Agent JL who was obviously nervous since it was only his second day on the job.
Agent JL looked very young but he had been announced as being 22 years old. Agent JL had a nice muscle built chest and abs and a nice tight ass. His hair was short and black. His skin tone was lightly tanned but he was your average white boy. His emerald green eyes were something to get lost in if stared at too long and his chiseled facial features were a resemblance of a male model. Ron was living a different life now but his sexuality did not change. Ron knew that he could have his way with anyone he wanted now but he never did take that advantage over people.
“Agent JL, you about ready to go,” asked Ron with a serious look in his eyes. Agent JL closed his locker and punched in the security code to confirm his appropriate withdraw. “Yes sir, I have completed the standard check on my premises and everything is secure,” chirped Agent JL with a tight nervousness. Ron smiled and put his hand on Agent JL’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “You can talk normal around me OK, I’m not Commander Peetre,” smiled Ron. Agent JL turned a small shade of red in the cheeks and looked away as if he saw his own reflection in a mirror.
Ron sat next to Agent JL in the jet black 2006 Hyundai Sxi. Ron steered the car down the vacant road as Agent JL looked out of his window and glanced at Ron every now and then. Ron knew and sensed the feelings of Agent JL and smiled knowing that everything was going to be great. Agent JL drank from his bottle of purified water and pointed as Ron slowed down but didn’t stop. “That’s where they were suppose to rendezvous last night but they never were picked up by HQ. Agent Drip and Agent Bee have not contacted HQ and are presumed dead,” said Agent JL trailing off as Ron glanced at Agent JL with a smile. “I’m sorry Agent Q, I know you said to talk normal with you but I’m just stuck with…ya know,” said Agent JL. “I know what you mean and it was slightly hard to break the norm of that mode too. You start thinking that you have to talk one way long enough and it changes your whole life. Took me three weeks before I realized that I didn’t have to bow to General Atkins and kiss Commander Peetre’s ass. If I were you however I wouldn’t attempt the same as I did. I nearly didn’t survive the ordeal,” said Ron pointing at his scar on his head that could be seen around his scalp line. Of course Agent JL didn’t know anything about Ron’s ordeal but he took Ron’s word for it in partial fear.”
“If you don’t mind telling me sir, what happened,” asked Agent JL as Ron came to his destination and parked under a bridge. There was no one in sight and the street was abnormally vacant. Ron could sense the heartbeat of JL’s picking up in speed. “I was on a mission with my last partner,” began Ron with a fake story. “We were being chased on foot and I had been caught in a barbed wire fence. I was forced to break free from it but it messed up a lot of my body in the process. That’s not what did this to my head though,” said Ron with a grin. “Shortly after I escaped from the fence, 4 bastards who were after me grabbed me and tied me down and ran my head over with a truck. I should have died but since I didn’t die, I returned to work a week later. I found out that two weeks prior to the incident I had pissed off General Atkins and he had planned to kill me. Since he failed to kill me and I put him in his place, let’s just say if anything is attempted on my life again I have several fail safe mechanisms in place to fuck his world over.” Agent JL’s eyes were wide with wonder and questions but decided to keep his mouth shut.
Ron and Agent JL had gotten out of the car and walked a short distance and into a building to inspect the current situation. They had both noticed plainly that the building was named as one of the worst motels in town as far as service and maintenance went but they also knew that it was home to Charles Benedict; a rogue operation leader who had been in retirement for 15 years…or was suppose to have been in retirement. Ron and Agent JL now stood in the elevator awaiting clearance to proceed to basement level 4 which was not on the list of basement levels. Ron looked down at Agent JL’s left shoe and sensed something. “Take off your left shoe please,” said Ron with a firm tone. Agent JL stalled for a second but then did as he was asked. Ron took the shoe and inspected it and felt the energy of a small device implanted inside it. Ron knew it was probably a bug from “The Station” which was actually called BISMOL: Basic Investigations and Mission Operation Linguistics. Ron worked for a branch of the Government that most people didn’t know about and was already numb to the fact of it. Ron focused on the shoe’s energy source and extinguished it. “OK, put your shoe back on,” said Ron handing it back to Agent JL who did as he was asked. “Ask me later,” whispered Ron and Agent JL nodded.
Over the speaker came a voice from the wall that spoke in a strange language that Agent JL did not understand. “Flec’ Tee Rad Nim bolk Fem Orv?” Ron responded as if he did this all the time. “Sheck dismold renervil isposh re’advern olmitofk.” The elevator began to move again and when it reached its destination the doors slid open. A cool breeze met the two of them as a man in a wheel chair was making his way towards Ron and agent JL with a smile on his face. “Agent Q and Agent…” said the man in the wheelchair with a big smile as he looked at the unfamiliar man for the first time. Agent JL looked at Ron with suspicion. “This is Agent JL, I’m sorry I did not inform you that I would be having a trainee with me today but you know how that goes,” smiled Ron. “Ah yes I do, the days of when I would bring a fresh new specimen in for the slaughter were the highlight’s of my youth,” said the old man with sarcasm as he looked at Agent JL who had taken a somewhat more firm and ready stance. Ron noticed Agent JL’s feeling and patted him on the shoulder as he mentally willed Agent JR with a motion to relax. Agent JL relaxed noticeably and began to breathe easier.
“I’m not letting this one GET slaughtered Charles. I have plans for this one,” said Ron as he looked at Agent JL who was oblivious to everything so far. Ron looked at Charles with a very serious look and Charles looked back in half anger and then instantly they were laughing and hugging each other. Ron patted Charles on his back as he stooped over to hug the wheel chair ridden man. Agent JL’s mind was now totally blown as he seen his fellow agent hugging the man in the wheel chair as if he was a long lost friend. “Agent Q, what is going on here,” asked Agent JL half franticly now as if the whole world had gone mad. “Agent JL, I’d like you to meet my good friend Chuck Devol.” Agent JL looked baffled as he looked at the old man who had a wide grin. “Agent Q, I have read his profile and I assure you he is no man to be friends with,” said Agent JL as he rested his hand near his side where his gun was under his cloths. “Agent JL, you have read what I WANTED you to read. This man is not the same man you have read about, well not exactly.”
Chuck excitedly whispered to Ron loud enough for Agent JL to hear. “I’d like to show you the most recent video I created on YouTube, the kids are going to love it,” said Chuck as Ron walked and Chuck rolled along with his electric wheel chair. Agent JL reluctantly followed behind and was as cautious as a cat as he was trained to do, still not knowing what the heck was going on. “I have already seen your last posting and I must say it was awesome Chuck. Where do you get that kind of imagination from anyways,” asked Ron as Agent JL was still half tense from not knowing enough. “Agent JL, come over here and have a seat and I’ll debrief you on the situation,” said Ron as he himself sat on a very cozy looking sofa.
The room they were in was illuminated as if by several hundred candles but not exactly bright. The sofa was soft and Agent JL had soon relaxed as he was informed exactly what everything was all about. “So this is where we go to forget basically, kinda like a place to recuperate,” said Agent JL as he was handed his third Coke and Rum. Ron and Chuck had already had 5 or more drinks than Agent JL had which showed a considerable amount of carelessness that could only logically be displayed in times of leisure. “Yeah, I tell all my new trainee’s that this is a big dangerous mission and then we all get plastered. Only a few of the other agents know about this so don’t go opening your mouth or HQ would put an end to this real quick like.” Agent JL nodded as he picked up a slice of Pizza that was ordered recently and nibbled on it.
“So I was wandering about your new position at BISMOL Agent Q, did they give you everything you wanted,” asked Chuck with a grin as he drank from his half empty glass. “Yes they did, and basically I’m in charge of the whole facility but I make it look like I’m not. I really make sure that everyone doesn’t fuck with me though, I gotta keep myself in some bragging ranges ya know.” Agent JL laughed a little and finished drinking his cup and sat it down. “This is fucking crazy,” remarked Agent JL as he shook his head with a smile. “I took this job to be some serious shit but my first major mission is actually something I enjoy,” said Agent JL pretty buzzed. “Oh yeah, this is the first part of the mission Agent JL, the second part of the mission starts tomorrow. I just needed to show you that I’m not like those other pricks in there. You can be open with me about anything when you’re in this place. There’s no little birdie listening in if you get my drift,” said Ron with a smile. “And he would know too,” remarked Chuck. “I tested his skills on finding the well hidden bugs in the room before. Of course it was all with his knowledge that I was bugging the room beforehand but he immediately knew where I planted them. If I knew any better I’d say he was psychic!”
The drinking continued well into the night and Chuck got tired and went to bed. Chucks bed was on the top floor of the Motel which was actually in the best shape out of the entire motel. Ron and Agent JL were both pretty trashed but still had a little energy left and so they hooked up an old NES and tried to play Mario Brothers 3. After failing half a dozen times and laughing so hard they nearly pissed themselves, Ron found his way to the back room which had a big bed that Chuck offered to them for the night. “You don’t got a problem sharing it do you,” asked Ron to Agent JL. Agent JL smiled a bit, “Only if you promise to resist arrest.” Ron smiled as he slipped under the sheet of the bed and scooted against the wall. “Before you took this job, you were in the LAPD for 2 years were you not,” asked Ron and to that Agent JL shook his head as he slipped off his pants and business shirt. Ron noticed right away that his boxers were silken with flames as a decoration on them. Agent JL slipped under the covers and made sure that there was a space between him and Ron. Agent JL was more alert than he let on but the alcohol had also lessened his defenses quite a bit.
“I was considered one of the best there,” said Agent JL with his back to Ron who was listening but already knew everything about him already. “They called me the Jock because I always played football on my free time. The other guys were always jealous of me, I didn’t really give a shit but that didn’t stop me from busting up Officer Pardo for bad mouthing me. I was released from duty a week later and then 2 months ago I was offered this job. Yesterday was my first real work day of course,” Ron knew why he was bad mouthed for and why it was a sore subject for him but he kept quiet about it. Ron closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Ron awoke the next morning around 9:00. He was sensing Agent JL’s heart racing as he also sensed an approach from Agent JL from behind him. Ron quickly turned and grabbed Agent JL’s hand which was nearly touching him and pinned him down. Ron was so fast that Agent JL didn’t even know what happened. Ron sat on top of Agent JL and breathed quickly in and out. Fear was obviously seeping from Agent JL’s whole being. “Please don’t kill me…” stammered Agent JL in a whimper. Ron suddenly sensed something that had crossed his mind only a few other times. Ron suddenly realized what Agent JL was trying to do now that he had a clear mind. Ron leaned over and kissed Agent JL and in an instant Agent JL was like soft melted butter.
Ron let go of his hands and allowed them to rub his chest that was now sweaty. Agent JL felt Ron’s heart still beating fast as he surprised Ron by rolling him over where Agent JL was now on top. “I like to play rough to,” said Agent JL. They began to kiss again; both of their tongues sliding against each others. Agent JL reached into Ron’s boxer briefs and felt his full erection. Ron began to kiss and then suck on Agent JL’s neck causing Agent JL to moan. “Call me Jake,” said Agent JL as they both met eyes with each other. “And you can call me Ron,” he said as he flipped Jake back onto his back without effort and began to suck his cock.
Ron’s hot soft lips slip easily down the long 9 inch shaft of Jake’s cock which had several veins popping out of it. He was circumcised and the head of his cock was huge. Ron nearly had a hard time sucking it but gladly managed to please Jake who slid his hands threw Ron’s hair in the heat of passion. Jakes legs began to jerk and before Ron knew it, his mouth was full of a huge load of cum and amazingly it was very sweet. Ron swallowed the cum as he usually did not do but felt confident that Jake was clean and knew that he was clean as well. “Oh my God, that was amazing!” said Jake in a loud whisper like voice as if trying to hide his satisfaction. Ron was surprised to look down at his cock and see that he too had came about the same time or even before Jake did but for some reason didn’t know it.
“That was my first time I actually went all the way,” said Jake in between heavy breaths. Ron slid off of Jake and laid in the bed next to him naked and still hard. “I thought you were going to kill me,” said Jake after a few minutes. Ron smiled knowing that he wasn’t the only gay guy in the job description that he now worked for. Of course he knew this had to remain a secret. No way would he keep his job if they knew he was fooling around with his fellow agents. “I would have killed you if I didn’t see that look I your eye,” said Ron as he slid his hand which grasped onto Jakes hand under the blankets. “Is it that obvious,” asked Jake half worried that the whole world would suddenly pop out and call him a fag. “Don’t worry…no one will know about us, I promise…and just to let you know…this concludes our mission that I mentioned last night.”
