Badges

cum, dude!” Jeff warned, and Barry sucked even harder.

    When the first splash hit the back of Barry’s throat, he unleashed his own load deep into Jeff’s ass. Both men were spent, and they once more collapsed on top of each other, enjoying the sweet feeling of being drained and content. Entwined, they caressed each other lazily.

    By the time they were finished getting acquainted, it was past midnight. They crawled under the sheets, wrapped each other up in their arms, and fell asleep. Never before had the American and Canadian border authorities worked to a common end with such stunning results. The last thought in Jeff’s mind before drifting off to sleep was that they still had one more night in heaven and possibly many, many more after that.

The SAC

    Traffic was unusually heavy as forty-six-year-old John Andrews headed into work. He made his customary stop at the local Starbucks and indulged in his guilty pleasure of enjoying exotic coffees from around the world before heading into the federal building. He showed his ID and was admitted to the parking garage, where he left his car and proceeded to his office via the garage elevator.

    “Good morning,” John said a half dozen times before inserting his key into the office door that bore his name with the notation of “SAC” underneath. On his desk, the letters SAC were spelled out as “Special Agent in Charge” on his desk plate.

    He sat down and carefully took the lid off his coffee, breathing in the rich aroma of the beans used to make this morning’s cup. As he sipped, he opened a file folder marked Incident Reports that bore the seal of the FBI. These reports covered the past twenty-four hours, including the night shift that had ended a short time before John got to work. Contained within were updates to current cases, new crimes that had been assigned to the Orlando office, and intelligence on such issues as terrorist activities in his area of jurisdiction.

    As he read through the reports, a knock on his door brought his attention to Ruth, his secretary, who was standing in the doorway.

    “Sorry, Agent Andrews, but you have the new man reporting in for duty this morning, and he just arrived. Do you want to see him now?”

    “Give me another five minutes to finish the update file and then show him in, please, Ruth.”

    “Certainly, sir,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

    John went back to the file and finished the reports. He closed the folder and placed it in his top desk drawer. Reaching into his inbox, he pulled out the personnel file on Special Agent Robert Capparell. As he skimmed the information, he saw that Agent Capparell had just graduated from the academy at Quantico, that he was twenty-six years old, single, and had a BA with a double major. Capparell had graduated in the number-two slot and came highly recommended by his supervisors at Quantico.

    While John was grateful for a new agent, he would have preferred a seasoned man and not one that had to have his hand held. A knock on the door brought Ruth and Agent Capparell into the office.

    “Sir, this is Special Agent Robert Capparell reporting for duty,” Ruth said before she backed out of the office.

    John rose, shook the good-looking young agent’s hand, and indicated a chair in which to sit. John grabbed his coffee and walked around his desk to a little sitting area where he could conduct a brief interview in a more conversational setting.

    “Welcome to the Orlando Field Office, Agent Capparell. You’ll find we are extremely busy here with a large case load and that your presence is more than welcome.”

    “Thank you, sir; I was very happy to have drawn Orlando for my first field assignment, and I look forward to giving whatever assistance I can.”

    “I gave your jacket a quick glance before you came in, and I’ll go over it in greater detail later this morning, but the fact that you graduated second at the academy tells me a lot about you already. One thing it doesn’t tell me is this: can I depend on you?”

    “In what way, sir?”

    “To keep a cool head in an emergency, to think before acting, to protect yourself as well as your fellow agents. You can have all the training in the world, but it doesn’t predict your actual behavior under real circumstances. Do you have balls, and do you stay cool? That’s what I’m asking.”

    “Yes, sir, you have nothing to worry about on either point.”

    John smiled. “Good, I’m relieved to