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the lips and squeezed him between the legs. “That’s a date, stud. Your turn to do the walk.”

    Phil stood, looked Kurt up and down, and licked his lips before he left the room. Kurt silently jumped into the air and then sat down, checking all the monitors. His hand went to his own crotch and gave what was there a squeeze. He was finally going to make love to Phil. It was hard to believe.

    The command post phone rang, startling Kurt out of his sex fantasy haze. “Command Post, Agent Jackson speaking.”

    “Agent Jackson, this is Secret Service Intelligence in Washington. We’ve got a Code Blackjack on Condor One; do you understand?”

    “Affirmative, Code Blackjack on Condor One.” Kurt jumped to his feet and ran to the door. “Phil, Code Blackjack!” he called out.

    He ran back to the console and spoke into the mic. “All posts, we have a Code Blackjack on Condor One, repeat, Code Blackjack.”

    Next, he picked up the phone and dialed the detail leader.

    “Morgan,” the agent in charge identified himself.

    “Code Blackjack, Code Blackjack.”

    “Details?”

    “They’re just coming in now over the secure link to Washington. You wanna wait for a second?”

    “Negative, activate a recall: all agents and notify the President.” The detail leader hung up just as Phil raced into the command post.

    “Grab the Uzis,” Kurt said. “I’ve got to wake up Condor and Falcon.”

    “Windsor,” the President answered his phone.

    “Sir, we have a code Blackjack on you; we’ll evac by motorcade ASAP.”

    “Damn it! Okay.” The phone went dead.

    “Code Blackjack is an immediate threat to Condor One,” Phil said.

    “I know; I’m about to decode the transmission now. You take up post down at the entrance to the suite… and give me one of the Uzis.”

    When a nighttime recall occurred, every agent had another room to call until all agents were notified. The rule was that they had four minutes to respond.

    The phone rang again, and Kurt answered. “Jackson. What are the details?”

    “Sir, it says that Intel has detected a terrorist cell in the area that has apparently been activated due to Condor One being present. It further states the threat is credible, and intercepts indicate an attack here at this location.”

    “Roger that. The President is awake. Have the on-duty agents bring the motorcade around now!”

    Fuck, there goes my fuck! “Command Post to all posts, activate evac plans by ground. Motorcade to the door.”

    Kurt swung the Uzi’s strap over his shoulder and began to pack the essential classified equipment. All of these items were made to collapse easily or fold quickly for a fast departure. By the time the detail leader and the freshly-wakened agents arrived, the command post was almost ready to go.

    Some of the other agents finished the job, and as the motorcade revved up outside, the equipment was taken out by seven agents.

    “Morgan to Jackson, come down to the suite and act as lead escort to the motorcade,” Kurt heard over his earpiece.

    He ran out of the former command post and down the hall to stand with Phil, both cradling the Uzis. As they waited, they heard Morgan tell the entire detail that they were heading to San Diego Naval Station. Local police had already set up the usual escort vehicles, plus some extras due to the extreme nature of the alert.

    When the door opened suddenly, both agents jumped. “Let’s go!” Morgan shouted from behind the First Couple, and Kurt and Phil led the group toward the exit door where the “Beast” would be waiting with only the right rear door open. As they came through the outer doors, the other agents swung into action.

    Condor One and Falcon entered the back of the Beast quickly, and the doors were shut. Kurt and Phil got into a “war wagon” two cars back, and the motorcade took off. Once they were on the highway and headed to the next location, they quickly picked up speed. Overhead roadways, as well as any entrances onto the highway, were shut down until the President went through the area.

    Kurt and Phil knew that the White House situation room was briefing the President on the potential threat as the motorcade drove on. Their speed reached eighty-five miles per hour, making them a very hard target to hit. After a very fast drive, they arrived at the main gate of the naval base, which was fully turned out to admit and defend their Commander-in-Chief. Once inside and secure, the President would