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ATOM BOMB STORY
By Achilles@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


   "G-1!!! G-1!!!" one of the Commandos yelled.
   The small warehouse was still dark, with only a single,
dirty window on high and the open doorway to let light in.
Covering the floor were bodies and blood, guarded by a special
detachment of Delta Force commandoes who had battled their
way through the right-wing terrorists.  Now, the heavily
armed soldiers parted to let the G-1 through.  G-1 stood for
the CIA operative's security clearance.  One was as high as
it went.
   "All you boys get out of here," said the hot, 25 year old
woman.  She was originally a southern belle:  standing at
5'6" with long red hair and bright blue eyes, men would kill
to have her.  She had lost her accent moving around the country,
and in her last four years at college she learned everything
she could about IA, science and engineering, computers -- all
the fields that enabled her to get a good position at the CIA.
   "Ma'am," said the Delta Force Lieutenant, "The bomb's in
there -- got radioactive labels on the outside, so it looks to
be atomic."
   "I want you all outside the 12 mile limit, Lieutenant," she said.
   He nodded.
   "Good luck, Miss.  Let's move out!!!"
   She stepped over the corpses and through the inner door as
the commandoes left.  The room she entered was dark like the
last one -- except there was a lot of computer screens and mainframes
set up.  At the back of the room, she found it.  The bomb.
   She looked over it carefully:  the main part of it was a large
cylinder which housed the explosives and the uranium core.  Wires
connected it to a small two by two feet electronic gadget which
she knew was the signal receiver.  Both were laced with trigger-
wires that would explode the bomb if the wires were tampered with.
   "Well, you've found the bomb, Stacy."
   She whipped around with her gun out.  No use.  It was a television
screen that had turned on when she had come in.  On the screen
laughed a rather handsome yet stern looking Asian man.
   "Ryu !" she spat.
   "Hahahaha," he laughed, "So we meet again, Miss Hanson."
   They had met the first time, when she was infiltrating his
world wide arms corporation.  He had outthought her at every
level -- she had become so desperate to learn something,
anything, that she had even slept with him.  But he knew of it
all, and she gained nothing (although she would never forget
that night filled with so much abuse and pleasure).
   He spoke in perfect english, and had an almost caucasian
appearance -- short, stylish hair, expensive suit, youthful
appearance.  Only his razor-keen eyes and high cheekbones
gave it away.
   "You wouldn't gain anything by detonating this thing inside
New York city, Ryu.  You wouldn't do that," she said.
   "Wouldn't I ?" he asked and laughed sinisterly again.
   "What do you want ?" she asked.
   "Miss Hanson!  You surprise me!" Ryu answered, "Question:
what does a man with $20 billion want ?"
   "What do you want ?" she responded.  She wasn't going to
play his game -- even though they both knew that he had her by
her tits.
   "Answer : ", he hissed, "NOTHING."
   "We'll give you money..." she began.
   "No!" he ordered disgusted, "Don't play your little negotiation
games with me, Stacy.  I'm going to tell you how to disarm the
bomb."
   Too easy, she thought.
   "What's the hitch ?" she asked.
   "No hitch," he smiled.
   Half-way around the world, he pressed a button on a remote control.
A drawer slid open in the room and Stacy looked over at it.
   "Inside the drawer, you will find a device which will deactivate
the bomb."
   He snickered evilly.  She found out why.
   The device was actually a 12 inch long metal cylinder with a 2.5
inch diameter.  The top of it was covered with space-age fins and
jets, and the bottom half with small lights.
   "I've never seen anything like this," she said coolly -- but
inside her mind was racing -- the panic started to build.
   "Oh, but you have, dear Stacy.  You see, the KEY requires an
enormous amount of friction and heat to disarm the bomb.  Now,
you could try to do that with your hand or your mouth but....
Let me just say of all the bomb experts, only YOU are equipped
with the....'right equipment' for this mission.  And don't try
to leave the area -- there are sensors in the walls you wouldn't
want to ...trip."
   God, no, she thought, she was going to have to...
   "You're a sick bastard !" she said.
   He laughed evilly.
   "That's not what you said in San Diego, Stacy.  What was it?
Stay with me ? Give up arms dealing ?"
   Damn, she wish she had never had said those things -- felt
those things.
   "How about I LOVE YOU ???"
   "Let's get on with it !" she growled, wanting to change the
subject.
   "I thought you'd see it my way," he sneered, "First, find the
interface circuit on the floor and attach the key."
   She found the I/O hole and connected the key to it -- which
made it stick straight up in the air.
   "Now -- disarm," he said sarcastically -- as if it were a simple
thing like riding a bike.  She cursed her luck and took a breath as
she reached under her knee-length skirt to get at her panties.
   "Slower, Hanson.  Take all of it off!" he commanded.  He momentarily
diverted his attention to his remote control as he hit the record key.
On screen, Stacy began taking off her jacket, then skirt and shoes.  That
left her in her bra and panties.  Ryu concentrated on her tanned skin
and taut figure.  Those perfect breasts...those heavenly legs.
   "Now take off your bra, then panties."
   She glared at his image on the screen, then did so furiously.
She hated this -- she was a G-1!!! The good guys always won in the
movies!
   The bra came off, and then the panties.
   "Ryu," she said one more time...hoping that begging would make
him change his mind.
   "Thirty minutes, Stacy dear.  If you mess up, you may not have
another chance."
   She bit her tongue and positioned herself over the key.  Then
slowly -- reluctantly -- she lowered herself down until it was at
her entrance.
   She let out a last murmur of protest, then slowly pushed downwards
on the hard key.  Lights lit up as the rod pushed upward into her
tunnel and she gasped at the sensation of the fins.
   "It's got to go deeper, Miss Hanson," said Ryu's voice.
   Damn him!  She thrusted deeper, and responded with a gasp as the
key dug into her very being.
   God! she thought as she squeezed her eyes closed.
   "Very good, Hanson," said Ryu, "now for friction."
   She raised up and then lowered herself down on the key.  Then she
repeated it.
   "You'll never deactivate the nuke at that speed, Stacy !" said
Ryu's voice.
   She cursed him again, halfway between hate and humiliation.  She
raised herself up and then slammed down on the key again, faster.

End Part I








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