Hello Mr. Robinson Pt. 07

"I'm going to meet..." Jordan stammered and then fell silent.

"Relax, he is a great guy and really laid back. Now the lady replacing him is another story. I've only seen her at functions and that sort of thing. How she will react to me is anyone's guess. I hope your dress uniform is pressed."

"Always," she said and accepted the glass of wine to help calm her nerves.

Once we entered D.C. airspace we had two fighters escort us in. I had never had that sort of treatment before. Of course the death of two secret service agents and the senator's widow was huge news as well. People were still reeling over the senator's suicide. This smacked of intrigue and the last thing a retiring president needs in stress like this. Jordan checked and rechecked her appearance in the jet's bathroom at least three times. Rhea inspected her and gave Jordan her approval that seemed to ease her nerves. We landed and a second escort was waiting for us. The three vehicle convoy would usher us post haste to the White House and the emergency meeting. I suspected they knew the widow had come to see me and I had to fess up and hand over the thumb drive. I still got a thrill every time we passed the gates outside the White House. It was nearly two in the afternoon by the time we reached one of the conference rooms and met with the President and his staff. I introduced the Major to her commander and chief and she saluted before shaking his hand. Rhea and the Major were asked to remain outside while the situation was addressed.

"Everyone," the President said in greeting. "Thank you all for dropping everything and rushing here. I am sure you are aware by now that Senator Long's wife and her security attachment have been murdered. I don't need to tell you how bad this is going to look in the media. I called Greg in so that he can help our forensic team look over the security footage and discover what sorts of countermeasures were used. We need to find out why she was killed and who the perpetrators are."

The rest was lost on me as the tidal wave of anger and fear overwhelmed me. I excused myself as soon as I could to get away from the emotional vortex that was sucking me in. I was directed to another room where secure computers were located and members of the FBI's and Homeland Security's crack team of security analysts awaited me. They were in the process of watching the video footage from the Senator's home where the event had unfolded. Rhea stood outside while Jordan and I watched the event replay. The big screen was divided up into twelve different feeds from the various cameras all over the mansion. I stood behind the lead analyst and he took over the display and keyed a sequence of footage that would follow the events as the assassins passed various cameras.

I felt my fingers dig into the padded top of the chair. The car pulled up in the drive. They parked so that only the very front of the vehicle could be seen by the camera. Four figures exited the car and approached the front door. They used a key to enter the house and inputted the proper passcode into the security panel. At this point the team split up. Two of them went upstairs while two went towards the rear of the house. The big screen split into two displays now. We could watch the progression of both groups side by side. The second floor team drew their weapons and once they reached the top of the stairs they slowly entered the hallway. I flinched as I watched the secret service agent posted outside the widow's door fall to the floor. I turned my attention to the other team and they had reached a room in the back of the house. They opened the door as one man fired at one of the two men seated watching television. His partner stepped in and executed the second man as he tried to get to his feet. They were brutally efficient that much was clear. The second floor team entered the widow's bedroom and shot the second secret service agent. I watched as a woman I had made love to only a week ago was drug onto her bed and secured there with zip ties.

"You may want to turn away," one of the technicians offered. "The next bit is gruesome."

I was about to ask what he meant by that when I saw one of the assassins take out and unroll a leather tool case. Oh hell, they tortured her to death! I took the advice and left not wanting to see her suffer. I leaned against the wall in the hallway. I told Rhea what they had done to the widow. Her hands clenched into fists as she lowered her head. I could feel her white hot rage. I never suspected that she had grown so fond of the senator's wife so quickly. That had been an epic night though and I would remember her quite fondly. A single look at Rhea and we were both committed to finding the assassins and making them pay. I could have simply loosed Rhea and let her hunt them down but it might look bad if four mutilated bodies suddenly appeared without warning. I was turning to return to the room so I could help find these monsters when Jordan asked me an odd question.

"Um, do you mind if I change into something more comfortable Sir?"

"Well, you have already met the President so I don't see why you should be stuck in that stuffy uniform." I said and she dashed off to change. "I thought I was the slave to casual clothes."

"Do you need anything," Rhea asked smiling. "I am going to grab a bite."

"Yeah, can you bring me a little something when you come back?"

I rejoined the others and bit back my revulsion as I watched the sheer brutality of what they had done to Amarna. One of the techs had actually spent time to set up a counter to see how long it took for the widow to die. I knew that details were important but I saw it as a bit callous. While forensic technicians collected anything physical from the location it was our duty to find anything that could point towards who did this. There were no guarantees of course but we had to do the best we could. We had a direct link to the senator's security servers. It was these servers that stored all the video surveillance. I copied the server data to my other half so that we could go over it as quickly as possible. Even with a Numenor satellite feed it still took seven minutes to download the dozen or so terabytes of video.

"Wait, did you just..." one of the techs asked as he spun around to face me.

"It'll go a lot faster this way," I told him as I closed my eyes. "Shake me if there is something critical to tell me."

I delved into the digital realm and hovered in the formless ether that was the bridge. The bridge was the nexus point between flesh and cold hard tech. I gestured and the footage played out. I played it through one time and then took note of all the obvious details. The guy with the key was left handed. The fact that he had a key stinks of an inside job. Add to that the fact they had the access code for the security system. I called up the complete employee history from domestics to security. The perpetrators were masked, wore gloves and moved with military precision. Unfortunately most of the security personnel were ex-military. I pulled up the front grill of the vehicle and ran a comparison to see who made it and if any of the help owned a car like it. I pulled up any other details about the car that might help narrow my search.

"They parked so that most of the car wasn't visible to the camera," I muttered.

"Whoever it was also had the access code for the main gate. That's another notch on the inside job column." My other half said as we worked to dig clues from the footage. "I think the second guy on the second floor is a doctor or at least has some medical training."

"Why do you say that?" I asked as I pulled up the bedroom video. "He's not armed and he came in wearing latex gloves."

"Yep, besides look at the precision of the cuts... his hand never shakes and there are no hesitation marks."

"So a pro," I remarked. "Do you think this has anything to do with the thumb drive and the Usher family?"

"The probability is above the ninety one percentile," he replied. "One more thing, the data files for the footage are too large even for high definition images. I suspect there is hidden material contained within the data."

"Let's take a look," I said and isolated a single frame taken from the bedroom.

He was right. The size of the file was a third bigger than it should be. I dug deeper and that's when I found the marker within the picture. I isolated it and a new image took shape. At first I thought I had made a mistake or that it was out of focus but it was in fact a thermal image. The cameras must have a second lens that picks up only infrared footage. It took a little bit but I was able to bring up only the video of the intruder's heat signatures. My other half was able to determine that there were in fact three men and one woman. The woman was the one that tortured the widow. It didn't give us any identities but it was a small step forward. I watched the footage side by side and noticed how the figures moved about the house. There was no guessing or hesitations anywhere in the footage. They knew where they were going and hit with clinical precision.

"Why did they park there," I asked my other half.

"To reduce the chance of discovery... no if they wanted to do that they would have parked completely out of camera range. I don't know."

"I think I do. What if he did it out of habit? What if that was where he always parked his car? It is really hard to break something as simple as that."

"I see your point," my other half replied. "I will check the other data and see if I can find a match."

Hours of footage blurred by as I watched and even I couldn't keep up with the A.I. at this point. Suddenly, one by one, windows appeared showing a car parking near the same spot as the assassins. My other half isolated a single figure that moved identical as the lead figure in the main video. He produced a close up and ran facial recognition software to produce an identity. His name was Marlin Menendez and he used to work for the senator as his head of security. But to be sure I checked for any large withdrawals from the Usher accounts and there they were two payments that totaled one million American dollars. I followed the money to an account in a bank in the Cayman Islands. The account hadn't been accessed yet so I placed a trigger that would alert me when they tried to remove the money. With a shout of triumph I rose up and breached the surface. My eyes snapped open and I stood up grinning from ear to ear.

"We have a suspect," I said as the technicians turned to face me.

"We got who," one of the techs asked.

"Marlin Menendez," I said as I gestured and displayed the footage on the big screen.

"You did all of that in two minutes?" Another of the techs asked staring at me in disbelief.

"I'll let you check my work. I need to get some fresh air."

They attacked with a ferocity that surprised me. It was as if I had loosed the hounds on this guy. Outside in the hall Rhea stood waiting for me. She handed me a folded piece of paper and left without a single word being spoken. I unfolded the paper and it was a hastily written clue. There were two lines that described the Oval Office. I made my way there and found two agents guarding the door. The one of the left handed me a second piece of paper. This was turning into a treasure hunt but what or who was the treasure? Had Rhea set this up, if so I liked where this could be leading. I followed the notes all over the White House until I finally reached the final note. I opened the door to the Kennedy bedroom and looked around. It was a beautifully decorated room with walls of French vanilla with blue accents. I was taking in the sight when I heard someone approaching. I reacted instinctively and headed for the closet. I had barely closed the door when the door to the bedroom opened. A man in a marine uniform led a petite woman into the room.

"This is amazing," she cooed as he took her into his arms.

"We don't have much time," he growled as he kissed her neck. "We can't use the bed I hope you don't mind doing it on the floor."

"Are you kidding," she purred as she unzipped him. "I love getting it from behind."

I watched them through the slits in the door. Their hunger was infectious and I felt it like it was my own. I hand clamped over my mouth as she pressed her tits against my back. I nodded and she let go as I turned around to face her. I was genuinely surprised to find Jordan standing there. I was sure it was going to be Rhea wanting another opportunity to make love in the White House. Jordan was claiming me after our emergency departure and the death of the senator's widow. We stared at each other for a bit feeling the mixture of nerves and hunger building as the girl outside dropped to her knees and began blowing the marine. He tried to remain quiet but she was taking most of his cock between her lips early on and that made it damn near impossible. Jordan took a breath and then leaned in close and kissed me. Her arms slid around my neck as I pulled her close. I closed my eyes and was lost in the moment.

We could hear the noises from just outside the closet. The intern was moaning as she sucked off her partner and he was gasping and praising her oral skills. Jordan broke our kiss and my eyes snapped open. She was smiling and laid her head on my chest. I could feel her thoughts and she was so out of her depth. Jordan was a very private person and while she had taken lovers there had always been some kind of emotional connection. I was her first fling. I touched her arm and whispered to her.

"It is okay if you don't want to..."

Jordan took this opportunity to unzip me and free my erection. Her cool hands on my warm flesh made me flinch for a second. She giggled as she began stroking me. The fiery rush of hunger blazed from her as she looked up into my eyes.

"I want you so bad," she whispered as her other hand joined the first. "Damn, you are freaking huge boss man."

I actually flinched when she used the nickname Rhea often used. Jordan mouthed the words 'here I go' as she dropped to her knees. I looked through the slats enjoying the view. I clenched my teeth together as I felt her mouth wrap around me. The marine growled and shoved the girl onto her back before flipping her over onto her belly. I bit back a moan as Jordan moved her hand faster now as the action outside grew more and more intense. The marine tugged the girl's slacks down and got her on her hands and knees. Jordan took my entire length between her lips as I watched the marine stab his cock into the girl's soaked slit.

"Oh god... so nice and thick..." she moaned as he began moving.

The door to the hall opened and a second marine walked in. The girl stiffened in surprise but when he unzipped and offered her another cock to play with she relaxed and went all in. Jordan's head was moving now and I placed my hand on the top of her head as things outside intensified. The first marine was pummeling the girl from behind while the other was fucking the girl's face in nice long strokes of his hips. Jordan stood up and wiped her mouth.

"Ever fuck standing up," I whispered in Jordan's ear and she shook her head. "First time for everything I suppose."

I grabbed her by her hips and easily lifted her up. Jordan's legs wrapped around me as we slowly lined things up beneath her skirt. I lowered her onto my aching erection and we gasped as I sunk deep into her. Meanwhile the first marine was grunting as he got close to shooting off his load. The girl and the other marine were whimpering as she was furiously pounded from behind. She was taking his entire cock down her throat and it looked like a three way tie for the finish line. I on the other hand was slowly lifting and dropping Jordan onto my cock. She kissed me and I forgot all about the trio just outside. I was almost drowning in Jordan's hunger. The fear of being caught mingled with the pleasure she was enduring was overwhelming. Jordan broke the kiss suddenly when the trio outside cried out as they all climaxed within seconds of each other. The marines were the first to leave followed a minute later by the shaky intern.

The door closed and Jordan began moaning in my ear as we continued making love. It was slow and sensuous as her first orgasm crept up on her. I felt her teeth sink into my neck as her first hit suddenly. I grunted in pain as her teeth broke the skin. I turned us and pressed her back against the closet door. The door began to wiggle a bit as I fought to keep on fucking her and open the door at the same time. Jordan just clung all the tighter as the door opened and I took several steps to get in the proper position. Her back hit the wall and I adjusted my footing.

"Here it comes," I warned her as I picked up the speed and force behind my thrusts.

"Jesus Greg you are going to split me in two," she cried out softly. "Oh my poor pussy..."

I ignored her as I took my pleasure from her. My cock pistoned in and out of her and my own climax was quickly building. Jordan tugged up her shirt and offered her full perky tits for my attention. I slowed so that she could feed me first one distended nipple and then the other.

"Are you going to shoot inside of me?"

"If I do we might leave a mess," I said before returning to feasting on her tit flesh.

"I don't care... I just want to feel your cum hit my womb."

I smiled at her and thrust slow but with enough force to incite gasps and whimpers from her. I was so damn close and I warned her. I built up speed as I lost the battle with my orgasm. Jordan's eyes went wide when my cock swelled up inside of her. I clamped my hand over Jordan's mouth as I thrust one last time and fired my load deep inside of her. I watched her eyes go wide as her body shook with her own climax. Jordan nodded and I removed my hand from her mouth.

"I see why Rhea is so damn protective of you. If I had a man in my life like you I'd... oh wait I do have a man like you."

"I'm going to set you down now," I warned her as I bent my knees and let her feet touch the floor. "I hate this part."

"Me too," she gasped as I pulled out. "Damn, that was amazing... I can't wait until next time."

I glanced at the period costumes hanging in the closet. I walked over and borrowed a carefully folded handkerchief from a navy blue dinner jacket. I handed it to Jordan so we didn't leave a mess behind us. We were in the White House after all. She smiled as she took the handkerchief and managed to stem the flow of our mixed fluids. I guided her to the bathroom and we both washed up. I checked to make sure there were no obvious wet spots before we returned downstairs. We were mere steps from our destination when a secret service agent intercepted me. Jordan continued to the room where the FBI techs were furiously working. I followed the agent to the Oval Office. The President stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He was facing me and his expression was unreadable. However, I could feel he was bursting at the seams.

"I have been speaking with Nick," he said breaking the silence.

"Oh boy," I said thinking Jordan and I had been caught with our little liaison in the Kennedy bedroom.

"What... oh no you are completely misunderstanding me Greg," the President chuckled. "I told him to give you a raise. Your assessment of the security footage was spot on. The FBI not only confirmed your suspicions but was able to track large payments. We are still working on identifying the other three men..."

"One of them is a woman Mr. President," I said correcting him.

"How do you know that? They were all wearing masks and loose clothing." He replied.

I gestured and tapped into the Oval Office's holographic projectors. I showed him the infrared footage of the doctor at work. He stared in disbelief and winced when he saw as the widow fought against her restraints. I shut off the images and apologized. I paused for a second and then posed a question to the Commander and Chief.