Mission Impossible

by Amber Lynn Kain

  

Chapter 5

  

Amber entered the hallway from the stairs. She had been tanning poolside and daydreaming about her night with Randy. He certainly made her feel like a woman. Turning the corner, a woman and man stood in front of her room, knocking on the door. The woman was attractive, about 5'6", long blonde hair and wore a blue blazer and matching slacks with a white silk blouse and high heels. The man was well over 6', trim, short dark hair and wore a black suit, with a black tie and a white shirt.

"Can I help you?", she asked and wrapped her beach towel around her slim waist.

The man and woman turned as one to look at her. They glanced up and down her quickly and Amber knew they were evaluating her. She cocked her hip and folded her arms and looked at them quietly.

"Yes.", the man said and held out a picture to her. "We are looking for Arron Kain. Would you know where he is?"

Amber glanced at the picture quickly and recognized it as his offical Army photo. They used those types of photos for badges, press releases, and security clearance files. "Yes. I do. It's me."

The woman smirked and nodded her head, while the man seemed surprized but quickly recovered. "Well, Arron. We would like to have a word with you."

"Sure.", Amber shrugged stepped in front of them and opened the door. "Come on in while I get dressed.", she said and tossed the towel into the bathroom. She walked slowly to the dresser knowing their eyes were on her. She gathered a pair white bikini panties and a matching bra, tan shorts and a blue tank top and walked to the bathroom. "I'll be out in a sec.", she said and shut the bathroom door.

As fast as she could she changed from her bikini into the outfit she chose, keeping her gaff and the sandals she wore to the pool on, then she applied foundation and mascara. She picked her dark wig out slightly and grabbed a lipstick from the vanity and slipped a coat on her pouty lips. She didn't understand why two obvious feds were asking for her, so she calmed herself down and opened the door.

"Ok. I'm ready. Want to go to the lounge? It will be more comfortable there.", she asked.

"That will be fine.", the woman said as she opened the door for Amber and followed her down the hallway with her companion.

The lounge was empty except for a bartender washing glasses and cleaning up from the lunch time crowd. Amber made her way through the maze of wicker tables and took a seat at one of them while the pair sat opposite of her. She smiled slightly and crossed her legs and waited for the two to speak. The man and women sat down and reached into their coats drawing out their black note books. Amber noted both were carrying government issued side arms.

"Arron, My name is Captain Logan and I am with CID and this is Major Brewer who is with Army Intelligence.", he said in practiced repetition and produced a wallet with his identification and badge. "CID is..."

"Criminal Investigation Division. I know what CID is Sir.", Amber politely interrupted, "I was in the Army until recently."

"Yes, we are fully aware you are Sergeant in the U.S. Army, Arron.", the CID officer nodded curtly and continued, "The CID is also aware of your activities and we are..."

Amber caught the change of verb tense and raised up a manicured finger. "Excuse me Sir. I am no longer in the Army. I was honorably discharged several days ago. I am a civilian now."

"Arron," the attractive blonde cut in, "we have known about your compul...ah..interests for some time and we... ", the Intelligence officer stopped mid-sentance and looked at her. "I am sure you don't go by Arron? What should we call you?", she asked.

"Amber, Maam. Amber Lynn Kain."

"A pretty name.", Major Brewer smiled and continued, "Amber, we reviewed your records and we were impressed. You qualified Expert with the M16 and 9mm in Basic training and kept the qualifications for 4 years. You graduated from the Army Intelligence School with honors, made E-5 within 3 years, were awarded several commendations, attended night courses at the local university, and speak fluent spanish. As I was saying before, the Army also has known about your interestes for some time now and we want to talk to you about an op we are part of.", the intelligence officer motioned to herself and her CID counterpart.

"Op?...What kind of an operation?"

"That is classified, for now. We can't tell you more now until you agree to be part of it but it is important.", the blonde leaned closer.

Amber sat back in the chair with her arms folded in front of her and studied both officers for a minute. She didn't have to think long, "No. No thanks, Maam. I'm really not interested." "It was nice meeting both of you.", she began to rise from her chair.

"Sit down, Sergeant." the CID agent commanded and Amber obeyed in pavlovian response. "Listen to me. You have not been discharged yet. You are on leave. Your discharge date is in 5 days. You are still in the Army and subject to all its regulations. Your current dress and actions of the last several days have violated the "don't ask, don't tell" policy. You have also violated several regulations concerning conduct for NCOs.", the man's tone became threatening.

"Uh...no..I am out. And I can do what I want.", Amber stammered out through dry lips and mouth.

"No, Amber. He is correct. Your discarge is not for another 5 days.", the Intelligence officer explained. "You are still in the Army and subject to the U.C.M.J. and court martial."

"Oh my god..no. Listen, I thought I was out. I never did or said a word about this while I was in. Honest. You've got to believe me. I never did anything while I was in. I thought I was out." Amber rapidly tried to explain to the pair.

"You will come with us. Do not resist.", the CID agent stood up, walked behind Amber and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Major, are you ready to go?

The Major gave the CID officer a harsh look and stood up. She tossed her blonde hair back and walked toward the hotel door. Amber and the CID officer walked behind her out the door and to the black government sedan in the parking lot. The Intelligence officer opened a rear door and Amber was pushed into the back seat. Amber's head dropped to her hands and she began to cry. The man slammed the door shut and turned to face his partner.

"I could have gotten her to go with us. You didn't have to do that."

"Listen Janice, I am not going to spend any more effort on some little fag then I have to." he stated flatly. "And just to set the record straight...it is a "him" not a "her". Let's get started back to the Post, it's a long drive."

The drive to Fort Smith was long and quiet. Amber spent the first part of the trip sobbing into her hands. She knew what the Army could and would do to her. How could this have happened? Amber then sunk into despair and spent the remainder of the trip looking out of the window at the scenery, not thinking...just looking. They stopped only once for gas. When Captain Logan stopped the car Major Brewer asked Amber if she needed to go to the restroom. The restroom was suprizingly clean and Amber went into one of the stalls. Once finished Amber went to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Most of her makeup was gone and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She brushed the hair from her face and splashed some cold water on herself.

"You are very pretty."

"Yeah...thanks Major. I don't feel pretty right now."

"Maybe this will help." She handed Amber a plain black purse.

"Is this mine? When did you get it?", the young TV smiled and quickly unzipped the bag.

"Never mind about that. Hurry up."

"Yes Maam.", as she dug out her makeup.

The Army officer evaluated Amber's technique as she quickly applied her makeup. In a matter of minutes the tear stained boy-girl was replaced by a beautiful young woman. "Listen Amber, everything is going to be alright. Captain Logan had to make sure you come with us."

"Major, you got to believe me...I didn't dress or act like this when I was on active duty."

"Even when you were on leave in Denver?"

Amber bit her lip and looked down. Major Brewer reached out and took her hand. "Amber, we knew what you were doing. We have been watching your for almost two years. You're going to have to trust me. Come on, let's go back to the car."

Amber felt better the rest of the trip. She was still very scared but the dark cloud of hopelessness had lifted. She did become more nervous as they approached the gates to the army post. She felt the guard's stare on her as they passed, as if he knew she was not a girl but a boy pretending to be. The post was typical, brick buildings marked headquarters of different units while rows of wooden two story builders served as dormitories for the enlisted men. Her nerviousness increased as the black government sedan pulled into a parking lot next to a 2 story brick building. Amber almost fainted when Major Brewer opened the door and asked her to step out. Slowly Amber crept from the car and looked around to see if anyone was near. Major Brewer began to walk to the door and Amber lept after her. She tried her best to stay next to the Major as much as possible and away from Captain Logan. She did, however say thank you to him when he opened the door for the Major and her.

Once inside the door, they stopped at the front desk and made Amber sign in. At the front desk, a young desk sergeant looked at the officers' badges then at Amber. He had her sign a register, smiled and handed Amber a plastic card with big red letters proclaiming her VISITOR. She slipped the card's cord around her neck and clutched her purse with both hands to keep from shaking. She walked down the hall with the pair of officers and entered an elevator where Captain Logan hit the "3" button and Amber felt the elevator start to descend.

The doors opened to a long grey hallway with a large black "3" painted on the left wall. Major Logan stepped out of the elevator followed by Captain Logan and Amber. The trio passed other officers who nodded at the pair and occassionally glanced at Amber. The turned into a pair of glass doors that proclaimed "45th Special Intelligence Operations Divsion".

"Brewer, Logan...I see you have our subject.", a voice called from behind them."

"Yes Dan. The is Sergeant Kain.", the CID agent said and nodded toward Amber.

The man looked to be about 50 years old, 6', and 175 lbs of pure muscle his dark suit could not hide. He was an attractive man with dark hair and large hands. His piercing blue eyes scanned over Amber quickly; up, down, left to right, right to left then into her eyes. Amber knew he was looking for...first...weapons, second...fighting ability, third...intelligence. He examined her as an enemy.

"Good...Major did you want to use the interegation room?", satisified with the results of his results he asked the intelligence Major.

"No. I would like to use my office. We will all be more comfortalbe in there."

Dan nodded, "Makes sense."

The Major turned and walked past another desk clerk down a hallway. The female soldier looked up, smiled and nodded at the Major and made a note in her log book. The clerk checked the IDs of each member as the group passed and followed Major Brewer down the hall. She smiled and said "hi" at the Captain who ignored her completely and continued.

"Sean, I think that Specialist has the hots for you.", the dark haired man said.

"Yeah. I know.", the Captain replied.

Major Brewer stopped at the door with her name on it and turned, "I'm going to tell the Colonel, we are back. She may want to join us. You three go on in and have a seat."

  

  

  

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