I watch as a car pulls up and picks up Elly and I feel like I have to catch my breath as I see Gabrielle look in my direction…
'Figures she's still drop dead gorgeous…too bad on the inside she's a horrid bitch…' I say in my head as her blue eyes pull me into the even 30 yards of distance from my truck to the end of my driveway.
I give Gabrielle a lazy wave, but she just drives away after breaking our stareathon, "Bitch could have at least waved." I mutter… 'Though then again…I'm pretty sure I sent Elly away in tears and if there was one thing about the Rush girls is they always support…each other…except for those few times Hazzard and I slept together…'
Suddenly 4 black suburban sport utility vehicles pull into my driveway at fast speeds and surround my truck, making it so that the only direction I can drive in is forward which is into my packed garage.
15 people in black suits with white undershirts and standard gray-blue body armor got out of the suv's all of them have those three point harnesses and submachine guns that look like the MP5, except for one guy out of the assorted individual that range of men and women of various ethnicities.
'KHALEESI, HIDE!!!' I shout in my mind while thinking of her and trying to send her a mental image of what I'm seeing and my sense of urgency and danger.
A guy with a 70's pornstash/beard walks over to my truck and knocks on the window after giving a few hand signals to his operation team, before he reaches for the door handle and opens the door to my truck.
"Shane Mason Clark, I need you to come with me. I am agent Smith of the United States Secret Service and this is a matter of national security…upon refusal of willing consent you will be taken into custody on charges of treason…and terrorism." The now named Agent Smith says to me as I feel my heart skip a beat and my world starts to spin.
"Huh…" absently slips from my lips.
"Haa…look I know this is a bit overwhelming…and disorientating, but I need you to concentrate or else I'll be forced to arrest you." Agent Smith says in a sighing voice.
"Uh…alright, can I just call my lawyer?…and…shit! the patriot act makes due process and all of that…void…can you at least tell me what this is all about…?!"
"Two women…invaded the white house and they claim to be from another world and you aided them in their mission to assault the head of state…at least that's what your charges will say in your file…" Agent Smith says to me and I rest my head against my steering wheel none too gently before continuing to beat my forehead against it.
'I'm a dumbass and a dip shit.' I say over and over again in my head.
"The major reason is because we know that you have been into a Dungeon that's entrance popped up in your barn and you came back out unharmed…even though some of the most highly trained and skilled men and women of this nation's armed forces were near completely decimated…your country needs you…" Agent Smith continues his voice filled with apprehension, awe and…something approaching disgust.
"A dying country needs a farmer?!" I joke well, releasing a decrepit laugh.
"We're all fucking doomed, so much for Ronald Humper and his "Make America Great Again" shtick…oh wait the current president is Incest Biden with a touch of Dementia…Ha! I shoulda been a comedian…or better yet you shoulda been one." I continue to joke as I start getting out of my truck.
"Sir…should we tase him?" I hear one guy mutter softly into the cuff of his jacket.
"No." Agent Smith replies to him.
"Ready to go?" Agent Smith asks me and I nod.
'My Bonded, be safe! I don't sense any hostility from these people but…' Khaleesi says to me and I can feel her worry for me while her voice trembles.
'Everything will be okay Khalessi.' I try to reassure her.
'I'm in your head, you can't lie to me!' 'Khaleesi whispers and I get the mental image of her folding her arms over her chest her nose angled up in the air as her bottom lip trembles and little dots of moisture trail down her cheeks.
'I'll figure out a way back to you Khaleesi…I rather like being a husband to a sexy fairy princess.' I joke softly and honestly to try and lighten the mood and to cheer Khaleesi up.
'I love being your Bonded, my Husband, I love you!' Khaleesi confesses fully with so much honesty, worry and love in her voice it makes my eyes moisten slightly.
'I love you too Khaleesi.' I reply to her earnestly, as Agent Smith guides me to one of the SUV's where one of his operatives, an athletically built, black woman with good looks opens the door for me.
"No black bag over my head?" I ask somewhat jokingly.
"Ha!" Agent Smith barks out a genuine laugh, while the black woman smirks.
"We usually put those on in the car." The black woman says almost teasingly.
"Kinky." I joke as I get into the back of the SUV and start to put my seat belt on.
"Shove over, I'll be sitting on your right." the black woman says to me as the other passenger door opens and a narrow figured blonde woman with a fuller rack than the black woman gets in.
"Aww man, hope you two don't mind when I get car sick on you or take a nap…PS I snore." I joke as being sandwiched by two women for a car ride didn't seem too awful.
Both women let out a scoff at that as they secure me between them, and Agent Smith gets in the front passenger seat.
"Hope you enjoy the accommodations." Agent Smith snickers as he buckles up his seat belt.
"Ehh, better than any cop car I've ever been in." I joke though really it is. "So we're heading to the Air Force base in Rome, right? where we'll get a flight to an undisclosed location in DC, where I'll meet with someone high up in the government…they'll threaten and encourage me to do something for them and the country…? Do I have that about right?" I ask.
"Pretty much yeah, you'll go through an interview process…where you'll be analyzed and profiled then the person most likely to convince you to serve your country will be chosen from a pool of candidates, then they will proceed to try and convince you in whatever way they see fit either by bribery or…less tasteful means." Agent Smith replies back to me and seems honest about it.
"I take it…this interview and analysis started the second that you arrived at my place?" I ask while putting emphasis on the words interview and analysis.
"Yes." was all he said back to me.