Message-ID: <44734asstr$1066075809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031013025503.17453.qmail@web20511.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 19:55:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter II 12 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 16:10:09 -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, newsman __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mesa12.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 12 It was sunrise and John lay beside a large rock. He was hidden under his cloak and blended into the background perfectly. The desert this morning was glorious and cool. Winter in Nevada wasn't as bad as winter in the north. As he watched the sunrise, he performed his morning ritual of offering two drops of blood, one to the Gods and the other to the Goddesses. Somehow, he felt reassured by that one simple act. John was twenty yards from the house. This was where he expected everything to happen. He looked at his watch and wondered how long he would have to stay here. It wasn't hard to stay in one place for an extended period, but it was murder trying to do it without moving. From the spot where he was hiding, he could see the front door, the road, and the landing strip behind the house. The windows were covered so that he couldn't see into the house. As the first light of morning struck the house, John could see more details. There were spy holes of the kind that are normally in the door of house scattered on the walls of the whole house. There were a number of slots cut into the walls and covered by boards. He could tell they were there so that whoever was in the house could shoot out without exposing themselves. He whispered into the microphone that the FBI had given him to report what he had seen. The soft answer in his earphone confirmed that his message was received. As he lay there, he suddenly realized that he had a problem. If these guys were as paranoid as they seemed, then they would probably station a man at exactly the location that he was hiding. There was a smaller pile of rocks ten feet behind him. Taking a chance, he inched his way to them. Rover got up and ran a good distance from John. John smiled as he realized that between a moving rock and a cougar, that if anyone were watching they would notice the cougar first. He nestled down into the rocks, blending in as he did. Rover disappeared into the rocks further away from the house. John settled in for the duration. He held his breath when two men came out and looked around the property with binoculars. He reported the actions back to the command center at Albert's place. The men went back in the house. Several times during the morning, the men came out and checked the surroundings. It was always the same two men. Albert said that there were usually five guys at the place. Shortly before noon, the same two guys came out and got into the pick up truck parked at the end of the driveway. They drove around the property stopping occasionally to look at the surrounding area. They returned after thirty minutes. It seemed to John like they were expecting their first delivery soon and were making a last check of their surroundings. The way the men acted suggested they had not spotted anything unusual. John reported his findings and suggested that everyone get ready to move in. Fifteen minutes later, two different men walked out of the house. One went to the rocks where John had hidden earlier. The other went to a small shed on the other side of the house. John whispered the locations of the men to the command post. He stated that he would take out the man in the rocks. He continued to wait for a car to show up. He examined the man in the rocks in front of him. The guy had a fully automatic rifle. These guys were serious about their business. He tensed when the guy switched off the safety on the gun and got into position to cover the driveway. John looked towards the road and saw a car stop, move forward a hundred yards, and then stop again. It waited a few minutes and then pulled to the entrance of the driveway. It stopped there and waited. John was getting anxious at the delay. The car sat there for five minutes. Finally, the front door opened and a man stepped out. He waved his arms. The car started up again and drove down the driveway. It stopped right in front of the rocks occupied by the man with the gun. The guy kept the gun pointed at the driver. The driver got out and waited for the man at the door. John had to wait to see if there was an abduction victim in the car before calling in the cavalry. It seemed as if everything moved in slow motion. The guy from the porch slowly advanced towards the car. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He glanced at it and then stated, "Fourteen years old. Blond hair. Green eyes. Slender build. Is that what you got?" "Yes, Mr. Jones. She's a prime, grade A, virgin. Hell, I wanted to do her myself, but I know I'll get more for a virgin." "Good. Let's see her." The driver of the car opened the back door and pulled out a young girl that fit the description. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her feet were bound so that she could stand, but she was too weak or scared to stand by herself. There was a gag in her mouth. John whispered, "Go!" John waited five seconds and then leapt up moving towards the man in front of him. He swung his walking stick catching the guy in the back. He jumped on the guy and wrestled with him trying to put the handcuffs on his wrists. Shots rang out and ricocheted off the rocks. John finally got his guy under control. He looked up in time to see two dozen jeeps rushing into the area. The guy in the small shed was shooting continuously at the advancing jeeps. The man by the car shot the driver, grabbed the girl, and ran into the house. John started reporting what he saw happening. Now shots were coming from the slots along the front and sides of the house. John watched a disaster unfold in front of him as the jeeps were racked with automatic weapons fire. He ran to the wall of the house. He felt a sting in his side and crashed into the house with more force than he had intended. There was one of those flimsy wood covers right next to him. He ripped it off. He removed a tear- gas canister from a pocket inside his cloak, set it off and dropped it into the open slot. There was a lot of swearing inside the house. John peeked around the corner of the house. Two agents had rushed to the small building to capture the gunman inside. They kicked the door open. Rover appeared from nowhere and ran into the shed before the agents even had a chance to move. There were screams and shots were fired. John ducked out of the way. He looked around the corner and saw the agents at the door of the shed looking towards the house. Rover raced out of the shed towards John. John waved to them and slowly moved towards the porch. A gun barrel was sticking out in front of him. He searched around to see what he could find. He spotted a stick and picked it up staying out of sight as much as possible. He waited for the gun to stop firing. The barrel disappeared as the man inside reloaded and then reappeared. John quickly stuck the stick in the barrel and stumbled towards the corner of the building. He knew when the man pulled the trigger by the explosion. John felt weak and sat down. He reported what he had done and then just sat there. His side was bleeding. He removed his cloak and shirt. He wadded up the shirt and pushed it into the hole in his side. He took a deep breath at the pain produced by the pressure. It suddenly got very quiet. John didn't move, he was starting to get blurry eyed. He looked up to see three helicopters land near the house. He shut his eyes for a minute and the next thing he knew Ed was by his side, holding the shirt tight against the wound. Rover was sitting next to him. When John lost consciousness, Beth arrived and immediately began working on his wound. She was a good trauma surgeon, but operating on the bare ground with only the contents of her medical bag were beyond her skill. She patched him up and stopped the bleeding. Kelly helped her. Ed went into the house with the agents and took control of the kidnap victims that were stored in an underground room. There were twelve people in there and they were in horrible shape. Ed went outside and checked on John. He asked if Kelly could come with him to take care of the hostages. Beth nodded as she finished doing what she could for John. Two of the men from the helicopter showed up with a stretcher. They loaded John on the stretcher and carried him to the helicopter. Beth's loyalties were divided. On one hand, John was her fiancé. On the other hand, there were wounded people in the area needing her attention. She knew the decision that John would make. She watched them load John on a helicopter and went looking for someone else to help. To her surprise, Rover stayed with her. Kelly returned to help her with the other patients. It took two hours for all of the chaos to come to order. Beth had worked diligently to patch up the agents that had been wounded. The guy whose gun had blown up on him and the driver of the car were the only fatalities. Their deaths had convinced the others that they had no chance of coming out alive. John had been responsible for the capture of all but one of the criminals, although the credit for the last one should have gone to Rover. Beth and Kelly sat on the porch resting and drinking bottled water. Rover was drinking some water out of a bowl they had found inside the house. They were exhausted physically and emotionally. Beth turned to Kelly, "I did the best I could for him." Kelly nodded, "I know." "I wanted to go to the hospital with him, but I couldn't help but think that he would have disapproved of that." Beth looked around with tears in her eyes. Kelly stated, "I couldn't believe what Rover did to the guy that shot John." Beth laughed, "I know. I tried to stitch him together. I ran out of sutures. That guy is never going to be able to look in a mirror again." "It's amazing, but Rover didn't open any veins or arteries. He must have scratched that guy fifty times." "His worst injury was from shooting himself in the foot." Ed came out of the house and joined the women. "They are all fine in there now. The agents are going to take them back to Vegas in a few minutes. They'll stop by the hospital to check them out and then take them to a hotel to wait for their loved ones." Kelly's eyes misted, "There are young boys and girls, some as young as nine. There are even two women in their twenties." Ed shook his head, "The stupid fucks had everything written down. Who they got, who ordered them, where they shipped them, and how much money they got. They had a list of orders in their filing cabinets. They had taken over seven hundred people of all ages. John had looked at California. These guys had people from all over the west. They had orders for fifty more." Beth sighed, "I can understand why John went after them so tenaciously. These guys are just evil." Ed nodded, "Yeah, they expect to arrest another twenty or thirty people in the next twenty-four hours." Kelly asked, "So what do we do now?" Ed smiled, "We are riding into Vegas with the kids. They want us to separate and keep the younger ones company." Beth smiled, "So we'll be able to see John?" "Yep." Kelly looked towards the house, "Let's get them out of there. They must be feeling very uncomfortable in there." Ed went into the house and led the victims out in a disorderly mob. The older ones joined Beth and Kelly on the porch. The kids played in the yard. Rover joined them in an informal game of tag. It seemed that Rover was the favorite subject of getting touched. The adults on the porch laughed at the game. Ed turned to Beth. He asked, "Could you take a look at my leg? It's bothering me a bit." Beth turned and looked at his jeans. There was blood there, but she assumed that it was from John. He told him to drop his pants so that she could get a closer look. Ed obeyed her. Beth swore at the hole she saw in his calf. She muttered, "Congratulations, you got shot." Ed shrugged, "Patch it up." Beth snarled, "No, I'm going to leave a gapping hole in your leg just to remind you to stay in the back with us. I was going to kill you myself when you went charging off with the FBI agents in that jeep. You didn't think that you might be making widows of us, did you?" Ed retorted, "John needed me. He doesn't think of himself at all. Someone needs to take care of him." Beth checked the wound more carefully. It was a flesh wound. She poured some antiseptic on it and then wrapped it in a bandage. She looked up, "I know. I'm just mad at myself that I didn't have the nerve to charge in there like you did." Another helicopter landed on the runway. Several agents got out of the car and came over to the house. The female agent walked over to the adults on the porch. Ed recognized her, "Hello, Ann." "Hi Ed. You two must be Beth and Kelly." The women nodded. Beth answered, "I'm Beth and that lovely creature next to me is Kelly. Ed, you can put your pants on. No need to excite all the women here." Ann laughed, "Don't worry about me. I just wanted to give you some news about John. It appears that he's healing at a phenomenal rate, even for John. He's going to make it to Colorado for Midwinter's day." Beth looked confused, "That's in two days. It will take him almost all day to drive there." Ann nodded, "The report that I got was that he died during the operation, but his heart spontaneously restarted. To say that the surgeons were amazed would be an understatement. As soon as they finished applying the anesthetic he woke up, talked to the doctors for a minute and then went into some sort of trance. They could almost watch him heal. He's come out of the trance once to request very specific foods, which he ate very quickly and returned to his trance." Beth looked puzzled, "What kind of foods?" "He asked for fresh liver served raw, boiled spinach, fresh peaches, and ice cream. I would have thrown up if I was forced to eat that." Beth shook her head, "No, that's actually a very good combination of foods from a nutritional perspective. He gets a good dose of amino acids, protein, iron, simple sugars, and calcium. Almost a perfect diet for someone healing." Ed said, "I won't marry you guys if you make me eat that mess!" Kelly laughed, "Don't worry, we won't. We are going to feed you calves brains raw. Maybe next time you won't charge into danger like that." Ed turned to Ann, "I'm looking for a wife that will treat me well when I'm injured. Are you interested?" Ann laughed, "Not on your life. You're too much like John." Beth whispered in Ed's ear, "Beside, we know that such injuries are often accompanied by swelling of the middle leg. We are trained in how to relieve that swelling in the most pleasurable way possible." Ed laughed, "Sorry Ann. She just reminded me that they were specifically trained in how to relieve swelling of other appendages in a most pleasurable fashion. I guess I'll have to keep them and feed myself for the next couple of weeks. I hope that you don't mind." Ann replied, "Don't worry, like I said you are too much like John. That man drives me crazy." Beth laughed, "Oh, you've only known him in work mode. He is so focused on his work that you would think he was a surgeon. All manners go out the window." Kelly nodded, "We are all like that. Ed wasn't like that until he started working at the school. Work mode is very efficient. We will have to take you out to dinner sometime so that you can get to know the other side of John." Ann wasn't sure that she wanted to know John socially. She had already seen him without his clothes and just the memory of it was enough to turn her on. She had no idea how she would react if she discovered that he was charming and polite. She stated politely, "Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea." One of the women that had been abducted had watched the exchange. She asked, "Who is John?" Ann stated, "John is the one that discovered the white slavery ring. He set up the raid to rescue you. He led the charge and took out the majority of the gang." The two women looked at each other. They, more so than the kids, understood the fate that John had saved them from experiencing. They would be left with their imaginations, but their imaginations would not hurt them in the same way as reality would. The other woman stated, "We owe him our lives. Is there anything we can do to thank him?" Ed smiled, Beth and Kelly shot him a dirty look as they imagined what his answer would be. His actual answer surprised them. He stated, "You can send him a thank you note. He likes that a lot." Ann interrupted, "The press is going to be here in about ten minutes. I think that you three might consider what you are going to tell them." Ed looked around at the other two and stated, "We would rather not be interviewed, if that is all right with you." One of the rescued women stated, "You guys are heroes. You deserve to get credit for what you've done. Ed, you were the first one in the room. You untied me. Kelly took care of all of us. Beth treated all of the wounds." Ed nodded, "We know what we did and that is enough for us. We don't need others to know." Ann stated, "It would be best if you do it now. Otherwise, they will track you down and try to interview you where ever they find you." Ed stated, "If you say so." The kids were rounded up and led into the house. The jeeps were pulled around to the back so that when it was time for them to leave, they could do so discretely. Their identities were to remain secret. Rover went into the house with them. He lay down on his stomach and the kids took turn petting him. He was large enough that two kids at a time were able to pet him at the same time. Rover had single-handedly turned a frightened bunch of victims back into normal kids. The press arrived in a major swarm. Helicopters circled over the ranch. The reporters on the ground were allowed to set up in an area a short distance from the front of the house. It would give the televisions a good background for their reporters. It was soon time for the three of them to make their statements. They all told of the professionalism demonstrated by the FBI in taking down this dangerous gang. Ed had introduced himself as a bodyguard for the two medical consultants. Each downplayed their role in the afternoon's activities. They returned to the house and prepared to leave. Rover insisted on going in the first van with the youngest kids by head butting Beth out of the way. Beth gestured, "Be my guest." There were two kids and an adult in each van except the first. The caravan pulled out. It was a long drive back to Las Vegas, but taking care of the kids helped pass the time. Ed taught the kids how to hunt bug-eyed monsters. He was the pilot while they were the gunners. They shot just about every unusual thing that they saw, including quite a few billboards. The agent driving the car laughed so hard at times that he had difficulty controlling the car. The youngest kids opened the back of the vehicle they were in and fell asleep on each side of Rover. Rover purred as the kids slept snuggled up to him. Beth, the least comfortable of them with kids, taught the boy and girl in the car how to take each other's pulse, test reflexes and other similar activities. Kelly was in the car with two teenaged boys. They were both very interested in girls and took the opportunity to ask Kelly hundreds of questions about what girls wanted from guys. When they arrived at the hospital, a number of crisis counselors were waiting for the abducted people to provide counseling. A good portion of the trauma had been negated by the care of Rover. As soon as the kids were out of sight, Rover took off like a shot through the hospital. Ed looked at Beth and Kelly, "We better follow along before he gets in trouble." They raced along looking for Rover. It wasn't difficult to follow him as screams and shouts of surprise followed him. In a few minutes they walked into John's room and found Rover on his back paws with his front paws resting on the bed looking intently at John. Beth approached the bed and examined John carefully. She placed a hand on the back of Rover's head and told him, "Don't worry Rover, he's okay. He's healing himself." She stepped back and turned to Kelly. "Take his vital signs. I'll get his chart from the nurses station. Ed, keep him from being disturbed." She left the room and headed towards the nurses station. Ed went to the door and guarded it. Kelly took his pulse and blood pressure. Rover curled up under the bed. John lay on the bed breathing regularly. A nurse came down the hall and tried to enter the room. Ed stopped her stating, "You are not allowed in there at the moment." The nurse looked indignant, "Who are you?" "I'm his personal body guard. He's under our care from now on." Beth returned to the room carrying John's chart. She muttered, "The fools declared him dead." Ed stepped out of the way and let her in. He kept the nurse from following her into the room. The nurse stormed off. A few minutes later several armed guards arrived with the intention of removing the visitors. Several FBI agents were coming from the other direction. Ed stepped forward and shut the door behind him. The two groups met in front of Ed. The guards immediately went to grab Ed. The FBI agents flashed their badges and told them to stop. One of the agents stepped forward. Ed recognized him as one of the agents in the jeep when he joined them in the race to the house in the raid. The agent stated, "You four are the bravest people I've ever seen. I saw you get shot and you never slowed down." One of the guards looked at the FBI agent, "He's one of yours?" "No, but he would be a good addition to the team. He participated in the raid this afternoon. He raced to one of the wounded people and took care of him until the doc arrived." Ed shook his head, "Hey, I didn't do that much, but thanks for the praise." The agent asked, "Is the doc in there?" Ed nodded. The agent smiled, "Would you tell her she did a great job patching us up. The doctors here said there was nothing more they could do for us. She did good work. Oh, and tell John that we really appreciate the hotel rooms that he arranged for us. He's got us put up at the MGM Grand for two nights." Ed nodded, "I'll tell them that. Thanks for watching out for us." The crowd dispersed almost as quickly as it had gathered. The guards had shrugged their shoulders and walked away. A doctor arrived within a few minutes. Ed stopped him at the door, "You can't go in there." The doctor stared at Ed, "I'm his doctor." Ed opened the door and stated, "A doctor is here. Says John is his patient." Beth stated, "let him in and come in yourself. John is awake now." Ed led the doctor in. As soon as Ed saw John, he rushed over to him, "Thank the Gods and Goddesses you are alright." John answered in a very strong voice, "Yes, we have them to thank. They denied death to me another time." Ed looked at him for a minute, "You have more work to do my husband to be. Don't worry, I'll be there to guard your back. I'll do a better job next time. I won't let you get so close to the action." John laughed, "Yeah. Let's see you try it, big guy. I heard you got shot charging through the gunfight to get to me." Beth and the other doctor came over to John. They examined him carefully. Removing the bandage showed that John's wound was healing at a phenomenal rate. It looked like he had been injured three weeks ago rather than just in the morning. The doctors conferred some more and decided to release him in the morning. John felt driven to get to Colorado in time for Midwinter's day. He would have time to make it and still take frequent breaks. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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