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One NIght in Paris, Texas	By : TheByronicMan Category: M through R > Newsflesh (trilogy) > Newsflesh (trilogy) Views: 1163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Ashley and I walked in, everyone else was waiting in the conference room with takeout from the Chinese place next door. We sat down and dug in.
Once the initial hunger pangs were quieted I asked, “Okay, Lance, what did you find?”
“Mr. Castillo and his company have a large media footprint. Every major find he's brought back has generated stories and he gets coverage for a number of charitable causes he supports. On the negative side, there have been several accusations of him looting homes without getting permission. Jewelry and antiques from areas where he has operated have been identified in some less than reputable shops. If he is doing it, he's smart about it, nothing has turned up less than six months after he had the opportunity to take it. There hasn't been enough evidence for prosecution and no reputable lawyer has been willing to take a civil case against him.”
“Wow. That possibility is going to widen our search area. Gil, what have you got?”
“Miss Castillo provided her login and password for the company computer network. They do extensive research before going out in the field, we could maybe learn something from them. But I only found records for completed jobs, nothing about Paris or anything else that's pending. I looked around for encrypted partitions, but didn't find anything. They must be keeping their preliminary research on an off-network system until they close the file. Maybe they have to worry about claim jumpers. I did break into their financial records. Nothing out of the ordinary, if there is any illicit income they're burying it remarkably well or keeping it separate from company finances.”
Lance added, “Yeah, he does have to worry about 'claim-jumpers.' At least six incidents have been reported, including one gun battle last year.”
“Right. Gil, you're with me this afternoon. We'll go by Castillo's office and check for an offline computer.” I thought for a moment. “So we've got the possibility of foul play. Aside from rivals, does anyone else stand to gain from his death?”
Gilbert answered, “Financially, just the daughter. She owns 20% of the company, and inheriting her father's 40% would give her a solid majority. The other 40% is owned by Castillo's partner, a Mr. Elliot Richards. He's better off as things stand now, with Castillo not available to vote his shares, Richards has a controlling interest.”
I leaned back in my chair. “So if Miss Castillo arranged for something to happen to her father, then she needs us to prove that he's dead. On the other hand, there's the risk that we could turn up evidence that implicates her.”
At that point Riki walked in, having taken the time to clean up and change. She took advantage of a pause in the conversation. “Oil change is done, and I've gone over the trailer and the quads. Everything is ready to go.”
I turned to the rest of the team. “Ash, Dan, all of your gear is ready?”
Ashley nodded, but Dan said, “We've got some antibiotics that are about to expire and I need to replace the field test kits we used on the last job. I put in the order as soon as we got back but it hasn't been delivered yet. After we're done here I'll go get the stuff in person.”
“Good. Gil, if you're done eating let's head out.”
“Yeah, I'm done.”
We went out to my car and headed downtown. Castillo's office was in one of the older high-rises located on the San Antonio River, downstream from most of the bars. It had initially been a bank headquarters and office building, then converted into a business-class hotel, and finally back to offices after business travel dropped to almost nothing. The security was even more paranoid than usual, with blood tests to get into the parking garage, enter the building, get on the elevator, exit the elevator, and finally one at the door to the office.
As we entered the office, a receptionist greeted us. “Welcome to Castillo-Richards Retrieval Services, how can we help you?”
I pulled out my PTR license. “Jennifer Philips, Philips Tracking and Recovery. I've been retained by Miss Castillo to look for her father, and we need access to his office.” No, it's not an accident that my profession and my business have the same initials.
“Let me just check with Mr. Richards.”
“That won't be necessary,” a middle-aged man said, emerging from a nearby office. “I heard.”
“Mr. Richards? I'm Jennifer Philips.”
“Nice to meet you. Now please leave the premises.”
“I've been hired by....”
“Carmilla doesn't have the authority to give you confidential information, and I won't have outsiders poking around in our files. I've locked her out of the network and if you attempt to access our system again I will call the police.”
“Look, we're just trying to find Mr. Castillo. I understand he's a week overdue.”
“Tony has been late before. I'm not surprised he's taking this long, one of the sites probably has a lot of junk to sift through and another was known by the descendants to have a hidden room, but they couldn't provide any details. Carmilla is just overreacting.”
I spent another fifteen minutes trying to convince him, finally giving up and leaving when he threatened to have us arrested for trespassing. Waiting for the elevator, I briefly considered trying to stick my foot in the test unit to give my poor pin-pricked hands a break, but I wasn't sure it would work. On the ride down, Gil started to say something but I silenced him, gesturing at the speaker grill. There probably wasn't anyone listening in, but I didn't want to take the chance. Soon we were back in my car where we could be reasonably sure of privacy.
Gil said, “Do you figure Castillo has a home office?”
“Great minds think alike. Any chance they spotted you getting into their finances?”
“No way. A script kiddie could breeze in and out of their network without a trace. I would have tripped something if I'd tried to alter anything, but they only reason they knew I was in their system at all is because I used Miss Castillo's login. I could get in again if you need me to.”
“I don't think that will be necessary.”
I called the client to get her father's address and ask her to meet us there. Hanging up, I muttered, “Damn. Alamo Heights.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Gil didn't need to know about my shameless display the other night. I'd been hoping to avoid that part of town for a while. Hopefully if I encountered anyone from that evening they wouldn't recognize me fully dressed. Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of a large pre-Rising home with heavy steel grates on the ground-floor windows. Miss Castillo met us at the door, which turned out to be pressed steel with full perimeter locking bars, but had to have been custom made to match the architecture.
“I can show you to my father's office, but I don't have the password for his computer.”
“Do we have your permission to hack into it?”
“Yes, as long as you don't damage anything.”
“That much I can promise,” Gil said.
We were shown to a room with two desktop computers and three walls consisting entirely of bookshelves. I hadn't seen that many physical books in one place since moving out of my parents' home. Gil sat at the desk, typing first on one computer and then on the other.
He indicated the second one. “This has to be it. He's changed the admin password and has kept up with security updates despite not being connected to the net. This may take an hour or so.”
Gil set up his laptop and opened a case of memory sticks. I left him to his arcane computer wizardry and perused Castillo's library. Most of the books were pricing guides for everything from baseball cards, toys, and comic books to gold coins, antiques, and classic cars. The rest were mainly about legends of lost treasures. The books were lined up at the shelf edges with almost obsessive neatness, except for one that was sticking out at a slight angle. Curious, I pulled it from the shelf and sat down to read.
After about 45 minutes, Gil spoke up. “Okay, I'm in. Looks like he only got permission for the two sites. I've found a dozen more addresses he was interested in, several of which were not on the list we were given. He also downloaded a detailed topographical map of the area north of town.”
I looked up from the book. “Has he bought any digging equipment recently?”
“Not that I've found, but his truck is equipped with a small backhoe and a power auger. Hm, I did find a purchase order from last month for a ground-penetrating radar, and about the same time he rented a plane with a magnetic anomaly detector.”
“Then I think I know what he's really after. North of Paris there used to be a WW II Army training and POW camp. According to this book they were training an armored division for the invasion of Japan when the Japanese surrendered. Supposedly, the Army disposed of all of the division's equipment by burying it. They dug deep trenches, just drove in tanks, jeeps, and trucks loaded with guns, ammo, shovels, boots, helmets, whatever, then covered it all.”
“I don't think there would be anything worth digging up after all this time.”
I waved the book. “According to this, the small arms were packed in barrels of cosmoline. As long as the barrels stayed intact, the guns should be in perfect shape. Unfired Browning Automatic Rifles, M1 Garands, Thompson submachine guns, and Colt 1911s in brand new condition. Those would be worth a fortune to collectors. My brother probably wouldn't pledge his first born for a share of that stash, but he would have to think about it first.”
“You have a point there. Okay, I have all the data downloaded, nothing else to do here.”
“Then let's go.”
Miss Castillo escorted us outside, where I thanked her for her cooperation without telling her what we had discovered. It was a short drive back to the office, where we briefed the rest of the team. I had hoped to talk to Riki, figuring she might have heard something about Camp Maxey while she was in the Army, but she had already left for the day so I sent her an email. I sent one to Rob as well, asking him to check with his contacts at Ft. Hood. After a few hours of final preparations, Ashley left for her date and the rest of us went out for Mexican food before splitting up and heading home for the night. I went to bed early so that I would be well rested to meet everyone else at dawn.
Unfortunately, I was too keyed up to sleep. After tossing and turning for a while, I reached over to my bedside table and opened the drawer of, ahem, sleep aids, and selected my newest one. A few weeks earlier, on our trip to Big Bend to recover a troop of zombie Boy Scouts that had been in the area since the Rising, things got a little more dangerous than usual. We were almost overrun by the pack and, although none of us were bit, we did get liberally splattered with infected blood. To save time we went through the decon shower in pairs, and I finally got to see Gil naked. Even better, he got aroused while scrubbing himself. My first impression was that his cock was a little on the short and stubby side, but that was only in comparison to his massive frame. Once I adjusted my thinking, I realized it had to be about eight inches long and unusually thick. When the shower was done, it took most of my willpower not to drop to my knees and try to get that monster into my mouth, in preparation for taking it into other places. But the others were waiting for us and besides, Gil was gay, so I restrained myself.
It took me a week of scouring the internet and local adult stores to find a dildo that matched it. That's what I took out of the drawer, and my pussy was already getting wet in anticipation. It wasn't wet enough to let the huge artificial dick slip into my cunt, though. I reached down and stroked my clit to get my juices flowing better. I also brought the dildo up to my mouth and sucked on it. I had to open my jaws painfully wide just to get the head in, but I was past caring, and soon the head was thorougly coated with my spit. I was ready, or at least ready to try, so I set the fake cock in the center of the bed. It had a wide base, so it stood up on its own. I moved to straddle it, letting my lips brush across the head. Slowly, I lowered myself, the massive dildo stretching my cunt wide open. It had to take full minute before I was completely impaled. I knelt there for a while, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed so full.
Then I began slowly sliding up and down. This was how I always fantasized about fucking Gil. If he got on top, with all that mass behind that enormous cock, he'd rip me apart. I had developed a new respect for his husband, I couldn't imagine that thing in my ass. I closed my eyes, picturing Gil underneath me, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. I tried to lose myself in the fantasy, but I couldn't quite get there because I had to use my hands to work the dildo. My pussy muscles were too tight for it to slide out on its own. Suddenly, I had an idea. I scooted up to the head of my bed, placing my back against the wall. I got up into a squat, with my feet holding the base of the plastic dick, That left my hands free, making it easier to imagine that I was really fucking Gil. I started roughly groping my tits, my mind's eye seeing them disappear under Gil's huge palms. That was enough to finally trigger an orgasm, but I wasn't finished yet. I kept slamming my cunt down on the massive cock, feeling my muscles grab at it. A second orgasm followed, then a third. I imagined Gil beneath me, his muscles tensing as he reached the edge, then finally spewing his load deep inside me. I rammed my cunt down on his cock, cumming hard as he filled me up.
I squatted there panting for a while before I was able to unbend my knees and lie down. Reluctantly, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and wiped it off before putting it away. I pulled the covers over me and rolled onto my back, finally satiated. That was the best lower body workout I'd ever had, my legs were as sore as though I'd spent two hours in the gym. But the ache wasn't enough to keep me from falling asleep.
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