Message-ID: <44634asstr$1065532207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031007001103.64309.qmail@web20510.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2003 17:11:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter II 02 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 09:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mesa02.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 2: Mantle Of Aries Chapter 2 John sat in his jeep staring at the main entrance of the Federal Building in Phoenix. He didn't want to enter, but knew he couldn't postpone it any longer. For the past three days, he had been driven by the urge to come to this place. He got out of the car slowly and looked at his walking stick. He wouldn't be allowed to bring it through security, but he decided to try it anyway. Rover leaped out of the car and sat next to him. He closed the door. People stared at him as he walked to the building from the parking lot. He cut an imposing figure at 6 foot tall and 200 pounds. His snow-white beard reached the middle of his chest. His hair, brown with the exception of two white streaks, hung down to the middle of his back. He wore his cloak over his blue jeans and blue work shirt. Rover glided along beside him. He entered the building through the regular doors. He had no idea how Rover would deal with the revolving door and didn't want to chance a major scene. Walking to the security gate, he handed his walking stick to a surprised guard. He stepped through the metal detector without causing a beep. Rover followed right behind him. The guard stepped up, "Excuse me, but animals are not allowed in here." John held out his hand for his walking stick. The guard automatically handed it back to him. John stated, "You try telling Rover that. He doesn't listen to me." The guard frowned, "He's supposed to be on a leash." John laughed, "That's a wild animal, not a pet. You don't do anything to that animal unless it wants it." "It's with you." "Yes, but I don't own it. It followed me out of a forest and hasn't let me get out of its sight." Rover sat down and stared at the guard. It licked its paw. The claws were clearly visible. The guard stared at the cat in fear. John headed towards the elevator. The cat followed along, pausing only once to look over its shoulder at the guard. At the elevator, John studied the directory. One office stood out from all of the others. He pressed the up button and was surprised when the elevator door opened immediately. He stepped into it, followed by Rover. He pressed the button to the fifth floor. The elevator door closed. Rover looked around at the sensation of moving up and made a funny chirp. The chirp was repeated when the elevator stopped. The door opened to three people waiting to get on the elevator. They all jumped back in surprise when they saw John and Rover moving towards them. Rover pushed one of the people out of his way in order to walk beside John. John walked over to the receptionist's desk and looked at the young lady seated there. She was talking on the telephone and from the sound of the conversation it was a personal call. John waited patiently, looking around the room as he stood there. Rover wasn't quite so patient. He put his front two paws on the desk and stood on his back legs looking at the woman. She started in surprise when she saw Rover, but didn't loose control. Calmly, she put the call on hold and looked at John. In a very matter of fact voice, she asked, "May I help you?" John nodded, "Yes, ma'am. I'm here to see Agent A. Moore." "Is she expecting you?" "I doubt it." John now had a clue as to the gender of the person that he was about to meet. The receptionist was taken by surprise by his answer. She had been expecting a yes or a no. She replied, "I doubt she will see you." John smiled, "Ah, I am positive that she will see me." The receptionist stated, "If you give me your name and nature of business, I'll see if she is available." John replied, "My name is John Carter. I'm here to include her in a conference call with Mike Holden." It only took a few minutes before John was led into the office of Ann Moore. Rover took a seat in the corner of the room. Without rising, Ann greeted him, "Mr. Carter?" "Yes, I take it you are Agent Moore." He looked at the name on her badge and saw that her first name was Ann. She nodded, "You stated that you have some business to discuss with me and Mike Holden." John nodded and then looked at the telephone on the desk. He asked, "Do I have to dial 9 to get an outside line?" "Dial 8." John turned on the speakerphone and dialed a number. The telephone rang once before it was answered, "Director Holden's office." Rover got up and looked on the desk to see where the voice originated. John answered, "This is John Carter, may I speak to Mike?" "Oh, Dr. Carter. He's in a staff meeting. Let me see if he'll take your call." The receptionist put them on hold. Elevator music played from the speaker. Ann stared at John as he sat there and smiled at her. Rover was sniffing at the telephone. His head jerked back when Mike's voice broke the silence. "Hello, John. How are you?" Rover looked at John and decided the speakerphone was safe enough. He got down and went back to the corner. Ann stared at the cat with a look of incredulity. It acted more like a bodyguard than a pet. "I'm fine. I'm talking to you on a speakerphone in agent Moore's office here in Phoenix. She's here with me." Mike stated, "Hello Ann." Ann snapped back to the conversation at hand. She was surprised that he knew her first name. Mike Holden was several levels above her in the FBI hierarchy. She replied, "Hello sir." "What can I do for you, John?" John paused for a minute, "Do you remember the item that brought us together?" There was a long moment of silence. "Is there a problem with it?" "Not really. I now have two of them." Mike was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Ann, would you describe the item to me when John shows it to you?" John reached under his shirt and pulled out the medallion. Ann looked at it for a moment. She looked confused, "It looks like two coins fused along a single side hung on a chain." "Did you say two coins fused together?" "Yes, sir." Ann looked confused. She didn't understand a word of this conversation. "Could you try to remove it?" Ann attempted to remove the medallion, but it slipped out of her fingers. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get it off. She stated, "I can't, sir." Mike's voice answered, "Excellent. John what can I do for you?" John was quiet, "I really hate to ask for you for this. However, I'm being driven to it." "What is it?" "I need credentials that will allow me to investigate things. I need to be able to call on law enforcement back up. I also need to be able to leave once the action is over." Mike was silent for a moment. He then stated, "I guess FBI credentials should suffice. Ann, I want you to meet Special Agent John Carter, our newest volunteer agent. He answers to my office." Ann looked shocked. This was not how someone became a FBI agent. She stared at John. Mike waited for a reply, "Excuse me, Ann. Did you hear what I said?" "Oh, yes sir." "I'll need you to set up credentials for him." "Excuse me, have you seen him?" Ann asked. Mike laughed, "You mean the long hair and weird colored beard?" John interrupted, "It's now a white beard and weird colored hair. Oh, and I dress weird too." Mike laughed, "I should have known. To answer your question, Ann, yes I have seen him." Ann was even more shocked. She asked, "Does he have a clearance?" Mike answered, "Yes, he's had a Top Secret issued from this office for four years." John looked surprised, "Really?" Mike answered, "really. I put the paperwork through after our first meeting." "Gosh, I didn't know." Mike laughed, "Well, I figured that it would come up sooner or later. Might as well save time." Ann asked, "Is there anything else I should know?" Mike answered, "Not that I know of." John answered, "No." When the call was over, Ann turned to John. She stared at him for several minutes, her eyes flicking over to Rover. She asked, "Who are you?" "I'm John Carter. I thought I introduced myself already." Ann looked up exasperated. "No, I mean who are you that you can call a director of the FBI and have him drop everything to talk to you?" John thought about it for a while. He realized that he didn't know how to answer that question. His urge had been driving him to this action. That it might be unusual never occurred to him. He chose to answer the question with a question, "Rather than me tell you, why don't you check it out yourself?" Ann picked up the telephone and dialed a number. She called down to her assistant to start the paperwork that would be necessary to get him identified as a special agent. Once the call was over, she looked at the cat. She asked, "What is his name?" "Rover." "Isn't that the name of a dog?" Rover uttered a low growl and stared at Ann. "It is his name and he likes it. So do I," replied John. Rover moved closer to John and rubbed his head against his knee. John rubbed him behind the ears. The assistant, a prototypical looking FBI agent, came up to get John. John and Rover followed him down to a conference room where a stack of paper was waiting. As they went, Rover paused and looked in every office they passed. Once there, the assistant pointed to a chair, indicating where John was to sit. John sat in the suggested chair. He looked at the assistant. "I'm John Carter. My friend here is Rover. Who are you?" "I'm Agent Fred Hopkins." "Okay, give me the papers and I'll fill them out." Fred pursed his lips. Ann had requested he take as much time in filling out the forms as possible. Towards that end, he was to verify as much information as he could. She wanted time to find out more about this guy. He replied, "Ann told me to fill out the paperwork and perform as much of a background check as possible while we work." As Fred asked questions that appeared on the form, he made telephone calls to validate the information. A simple form that could have taken five minutes to complete took close to two hours. Finally, they reached a question that concerned identifying marks, including tattoos and scars. Fred asked, "Do you have any identifying scars or tattoos?" "Yes." "Describe them." John frowned, "I think it might be much quicker for me to show them to you and let you describe them." "Why do you have that many?" "Yes. Just about every inch from my neck down to my ankles is scarred." "Okay. So show me." John proceeded to strip. Fred stared as the shirt came off and the number of scars on his chest was revealed. John stripped out of his pants and Fred really stared. He stated, "I think we had better take Polaroid pictures of this rather than try to describe them. We often do this when a subject has a full body tattoo. Would you please stay here while I get a camera?" "No problem." Fred stepped out of the room to fetch a camera. As John stood there, he heard Ann's voice at the door. She was saying, "If this is Mike's idea of a joke, I'm going to kill him. Nobody can survive all of that shit he's been through." She stepped into the room and saw John standing there. John turned to face her. He stated, "Fred left to get a camera. He decided it was easier to take a picture than to describe all of the scars." Ann stared at the scars realizing that everything she had read was true. Her eyes flickered down to John's cock and she took a deep breath. This guy was built. Realizing that she was staring, she looked back up at John. She was surprised that he wasn't embarrassed by her examination. She stated, "Excuse me, I'm sorry I didn't know you were undressed. I'll come back later." "No need. Say what you wanted to say." Her eyes kept sliding down his body. She cleared her throat. "I don't want to make you uneasy." John looked at her funny, "Uneasy? Oh you mean because I'm nude. Don't worry, I don't embarrass easily. I may be nude, but I'm not naked. I would understand if you were uncomfortable though." She shook her head. She stated, "I was going through some of the information that we have on you. I didn't know rescued the head of the secret service, a congressman from Texas, the aide to the Senator from Colorado, and two FBI undercover agents. That's just the people in Austin. You wouldn't believe who your team rescued in the earthquake." John looked surprised, "I did? When?" She looked up at his face and shook her head. She asked, "You don't even know the people you saved?" "No, there are too many of them and usually things are pretty wild. Sometimes I'm rushed off to the hospital." Ann looked down at his cock again, "Well, I now understand how it was that you were able to call Mike." Fred returned to the room. He left the door half-open as he ran into Ann. "Oh, excuse ma'am. I just needed to take a picture of his scars." Ann answered him without looking. "Don't bother. I have the actual medical history. You can finish the rest of the form without verifying the information now. When you're done, prepare the identification card and issue him a gun." John laughed, "Sorry, I don't need a gun." Rover bored with the proceedings, wandered out of the room to explore the offices. Nobody noticed his departure. Fred stated, "Well, if we don't need photographs, then you can get dressed now. As far as a gun, you will have to meet minimal levels of proficiency with one. Many agents don't carry guns." "No I don't." John started to dress. Ann watched him the entire time. She was a little disappointed that he was dressing. She smiled to herself as she decided that her husband was going to get a workout tonight. John finished dressing and sat down at the table. Fred sat in his chair. In less than ten minutes they were done with the paperwork. Ann sat at the other chair. She was trying to decide what to do with John. She didn't know if she should consider him assigned to her office or not. Her instructions had been rather vague. Fred left the room to check on the ability to create the credentials at that time. Ann looked up at Carter, "Do you want a desk here?" John thought about it, "No, too much hassle trying to get in and out of this building with the cat and my walking stick." Ann looked at where the cat had been seated. She stated, "Speaking of which, where is your cat?" John looked around puzzled. "That's strange. I wonder where he is. This is the first time he's ever let me get out of his sight." "Don't you think you might want to go find him?" "He'll either come back or he won't. Maybe he finally got tired of me." Ann looked at him as if he was slime. "He's your pet." John stated, "I keep telling people this and nobody believes me. He's a wild animal that has been following me around. We've learned how to accommodate each other, but he is not my pet. When he is ready to go, I will not stop him." Ann really looked shocked, "You mean that is really a wild animal." John smiled, "Yes." "Oh, my God. We had better find it." "If you insist." The two of them headed out of the conference room. John went back in the direction towards her office. She went in the other direction. John was halfway down the hall when he saw a tail sticking out the door of an office. He walked up to the room and stated, "Hello Rover." The cat turned and looked at him for a second. Then it turned back to study the black dog lying on the floor. The dog was wearing the harness of a seeing eye dog. Rover was confused by the clear interdependence between man and animal without the hint of magic. The man seated at the desk indignantly stated, "Her name is not Rover. Her name is Missy." It was only then that John observed the harness on Missy. John performed the introductions, "Missy meet Rover. Rover, that is Missy. Missy is a seeing eye dog." The man behind the desk was surprised to learn there was another animal in the room. He had not heard it approach and that was odd because his hearing was very well developed. He asked, "There is another dog in here?" "No. A cat." The man behind the desk thought that Rover was a weird name for a cat. However, he didn't make an issue of it. Instead, he asked, "May I pet it?" The cat jumped on the desk with a considerable thud. Some of the papers flew off the desk and the dog jumped up. The man reached out about eight inches above the desk and encountered a leg. He slowly moved his hand up and up. His face was wrinkled in an expression of confusion. "What kind of cat is this?" "It's a cougar. I think he was rather curious about your seeing eye dog." The man's hand finally reached the head of the cougar. With a gentle touch he examined the cat. Having heard of cougars, but never encountering one, he was amazed at the size of it. The man inquired, "It was curious?" "Yes, Rover adopted me. I guess he was curious about another animal that appears to have adopted a human." "You don't think there might be another explanation." "No, I don't. If Rover was hungry, I doubt that Missy would still be alive." John looked at the man for a second, "Well, I guess I better let Ann Moore know where Rover is. She was kind of worried when he wandered off." "You're not leaving him here, are you?" John shrugged, "I don't really tell him what to do. I don't think he'll bother you." "If you haven't noticed, I'm blind. It makes it rather difficult for me to defend myself." Rover purred for a second and then jumped off the desk to stand by John. John stated, "Well, I guess he wants to go with me. Take care of yourself. Nice to meet you Missy." The man behind the desk reached down and petted his dog. He shook his head wondering with whom he had just talked. He guessed that it wouldn't be that difficult to find out, after all, how many guys were there in the office with a cougar. John returned to the conference room with Rover. Fred was waiting for him. "Where did you go?" "Oh, Rover wandered off. Ann was a little nervous about that." "Well, we are ready to make your badge." John smiled, "That's great. Let's go." The two men went down the hall to a small room in the back of the office complex. There was a camera, a backdrop, a fingerprinting station, and a desk with laminating equipment on it. It was a functional room with no décor or furniture beyond what was necessary. John stood on top of a pair of footprints on the floor facing the camera. Jeff stood behind the camera and took the picture. A positive with four identical pictures of John slide out of the camera. Jeff cut out one of the pictures and placed it on a card. John walked over to where Jeff was laminating it. Rover watched the whole process and then went to where John had been standing. John noticed, "Hey, Fred, I think Rover wants an ID too." Fred snapped a picture and laminated a card for Rover. When he had finished, he slipped the cards inside carrying cases with badges and handed them to John. John showed Rover his card, but Rover didn't look too interested. John returned to Ann Moore's office where she was waiting for him. They went through a very quick swearing in ceremony. Despite the informal manner in which it was performed, the ceremony affected John emotionally. After the ceremony, Ann asked, "Anything else that you need?" John frowned and thought about the question. He wasn't sure where the words came from, but he heard himself say, "I need a copy of all of the files on the amputation murders." Ann sat back surprised in her chair. She asked, "How did you know about them?" John shrugged, "I just knew. Don't question it." "They aren't in our jurisdiction. The Salt Lake City office has it." John leaned forward and stated, "Well, have them send copies of the files to my house. He's going to strike again. I need to know all that I can before I go after the guy." Ann sighed, "I'll see what I can do." "Thanks. Anyway, I've got to go now." Ann stared at him as he stood. He carefully adjusted his cloak and grabbed his walking stick. With a nod and a smile, he headed towards the door. She wasn't quite used to being dismissed by an agent in her own office. She was about to say something, but she glanced down at the cat. She swore it smiled at her. John went directly to the elevator and pressed the down button. It opened immediately and this time he wasn't surprised. He stepped into it, followed by the cat, and punched the button to the ground floor. Rover didn't react this time to the sensations of moving. When the elevator reached the ground floor and the door opened, John held it open until Rover had exited. He then followed the cat to the exit. He had taken a large step today. He had gone from saving individuals from their problems to saving society from individuals within it. 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