Rise of Aen (3 page)

“Now, that’s the way to wake a girl up!” Krista playfully panted after the long embrace. “What brought that little episode on, not that I’m
complaining?”

“Just needed you right that minute, you are fucking irresistibly
hot!”

“Damn right I am!” she giggled playfully, giving his chest a slap. Turning her head, she gave out a gasp. “You dirty bugger,” she slapped him again on the chest. “You left the door open! Sara could’ve heard us and walked in on
us!”

“Kris, she’s fifteen. I’m pretty sure she’s overheard us and knows what’s going on. You aren’t the quietest when you’re cumming! Pretty sure the neighbors hear us, never mind Sara.” He smirked back at
her.

“True,” Krista pulled herself off him and rolled out of bed to close the door. “But I’m sure we don’t want to traumatize our teenage daughter with images of us fucking each other’s brains out!” Turning back to him lying on the bed where she left him, her smile grew even larger as she realized he was still hard as a rock. “I think I need more; and I see that you’re still ‘up’ for another round!” Getting up on all fours on the bed, her eyes sparkled as she raised her rear end up. “But this time I need to be railed from
behind!”

Not wanting to turn down such an inviting offer, Aaron got off the bed and positioned himself behind her before slipping himself inside her once more. With increasing vigor, he hammered into her until once again she came hard. And once more, her orgasm brought him to
his.

The two collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms, coated with sweat and panting from their morning workout. “Well, I guess I can skip the gym this morning!” she smiled at him. “That’s the best fucking cardio program in the world! Now I need a shower because someone got me all sweaty and sticky!” Giggling, she wrapped a blanket around herself and leaned over to Aaron, kissing him softly and deeply. “Thanks, babe, I desperately needed that,” she said before leaving the room and scampering off to the bathroom down the hall. The sound of the shower flowing soon followed, along with her voice as Krista hummed, scrubbing
herself.

Finding himself in a bit of a trance, Aaron simply lay back on the bed and covered himself up to bask in the afterglow of amazing sex. The clatter of plates in the kitchen snapped him back from his little dream world as he realized that Sara was searching for some breakfast. Deciding to go wish his daughter good morning, Aaron got out of bed, pulled his jeans back on along with a fresh shirt and made his way
downstairs.

As he entered the kitchen, he ran into the open door of the fridge. Sara, with her butt sticking out as she bent over to search for sustenance; she grunted as the door struck her. “Figured you would go for the three-peat and follow Mom into the shower,” she snapped sarcastically. “I think a freight train is quieter then the two of you going at
it!”

Aaron didn’t even blush. His little girl was growing up fast. Sara stood five foot, three inches and was a powder keg of attitude and emotions. She had long blonde hair—not her natural color, but what girl still had hers—and big green eyes that melted his heart every time she gave him that puppy dog look. She was very active and into almost any sport at school. Her petite frame now showed curves as puberty had taken hold of her a couple of years ago. To everyone else, she was a blossoming young woman, but to Aaron she was still Daddy’s little girl—a fact she used to her advantage more than
naught.

“Yeah, we do tend to get loud from time to time,” he said to her. She was old enough to grasp the fact that her parents still were sexually active and be okay with it. They were very open about sex with her, an openness that helped mother and daughter bond closely in the recent
years.

“Dad, I’d rather you go at it like rabbits than yell and scream at each other like Lilly’s parents do,” she said, looking him seriously in the eyes. “I’m glad my folks still chase each other around the house with that twinkle in their eyes, no matter how embarrassing it may be with my friends
around.”

“Your mom would be relieved to hear that. She didn’t want to wreck you with images of your parents… you know,
screwing.”

“Really, Dad?” she said with a tone of annoyance. “I only said I’m glad you still get along like that. I didn’t want to visualize it. Yuck!” Sara went back to rummaging for food. “Besides, I hope you won’t freak out when you hear me being loud like that when I’m getting
off!”

She was trying to push his buttons like always, and this one was one of them that set him off. Aaron didn’t approve of his little girl being sexually active; and as far as he knew she wasn’t; so he usually got very uncomfortable at the mention of it. “This conversation is getting a bit too informative for me. I think you can resume it from here with your mom when she’s out of the
shower.”

“Dad, you’d only be happy if I stayed a virgin and single my entire
life.”

“Damn right,” he said, pulling himself past her and towards the patio doors. “There are donuts in the breadbox, Sara. Try and leave some for your mom,” he called back to her from the deck as he heard her scamper towards the counter where the donuts were stashed. Aaron laughed to himself; these conversations always made him feel uneasy, but he was glad they had an open dialogue rather than her running around in secret. There was no stopping her if she wanted to have sex, so why not make her knowledgeable and comfortable with
it?

Sitting down on his swing, he reached out to grab his coffee when he noticed a bee taking a bath in it. “All yours, buddy.” He muttered as he left the cup where it was and resumed enjoying the morning. Things were turning around in his life and he was feeling truly blessed. A hot, loving wife by his side and a smart, sweet daughter to drive him crazy; Aaron thought his life couldn’t be any more
perfect.

Rocky Mountains, Utah –
Military Installation Code Named White Rock

At 06:00 sharp, there was a knock at the General’s door. Woman’s punctual, he thought to himself. Taylor had been up since 04:30 and even been to the indoor track to run a few laps as he was determined not to let his age show. At fifty, he refused to let himself look old and fat like some of his
peers.

Now, in his clean uniform and showered, he answered the door looking the picture of spit and polish. Major Phillips was taken aback slightly at his perfect appearance; she figured he would have just rolled out of bed like most other generals at this
time.

“Any progress updates for me, Major?” he asked as they exchanged access cards and she handed him over his I.D.
badge.

“Here are the status reports,” she said handing him one clipboard, “And here is the short list of ‘candidates’ we were able to start with, using the new screening parameters.” She shifted uneasily. “Sir, permission to speak
freely?”

“Phillips, I know that you don’t like the idea of using civilians or the matter of just grabbing them for experimental purposes, but there’s a storm on the horizon and we are not ready for it.” He was hoping to put her at ease. “I’m not too thrilled about that aspect either, but we’ve got a duty to protect this country and the mandate to use whatever means possible to do
it.”

He shut his door behind him and they made their way to the elevator banks that would take them down to the labs. He could tell that the Major was still mulling things over in her mind and simply waited for her to find the right words to express her feelings. As they reached the elevators, she finally found
them.

“I just find it hard to believe that the suits in Washington would allow us to kidnap and then experiment on civilians,
sir.”

“They want the job done, but they don’t want to know the details on how we do it,” he retorted. “Plausible deniability, Major; if they are ever asked about a project such as ours, the less they know the better for them to say it doesn’t
exist.”

“I see.” The elevator doors closed and the motors hummed as they descended into the lower levels of the facility. Phillips was quiet for a good portion of it, obviously forcing herself to accept her role in the coming tasks. “So if we are to continue on this path,” she finally continued, “Then let me point out the seven subjects that I’ve highlighted in the file I gave you upstairs. It’s the second one that I see some promise in; Subject 54. All medical tests show an increased level of white blood cells that help heal him faster than most; it’s a rare genetic trait that less than one percent of the world’s population possesses. He has a tremendous pain tolerance and employment records show he adapts to change rapidly and learns at an accelerated
rate.”

Taylor reopened the file he had so quickly flipped through earlier and turned to the subject she was referring to. Phillips was right; this subject could be the one that led to success. Everything was there that all the previous volunteers were lacking. The only thing missing was the training and conditioning, but Taylor was positive that that could be instituted during the experiment. A smile flashed on his face momentarily as the door opened to sub-level fifteen and the two walked in unison to the labs. As they passed the specimen cell, Taylor once more looked over at the captive creature
inside.

As the two entered a makeshift boardroom, the gathered scientists all stood and saluted the General. He quickly saluted them back. “At ease. Be seated, men. As you all know, we’ve been mandated with creating a human/alien hybrid soldier, but after four years we’ve failed completely.” He glanced around the room to make sure they all were being attentive. “The project has exhausted all volunteers and a sense of general frustration has settled in with the staff. That is why I’m here, men; I believe the failures are my fault and that my leading from afar has hampered your ability to succeed
here.”

As Taylor expected, the scientists were suck-ups and to a man they all protested the fact that he was taking responsibility for their failures, with the exception of Major Phillips. She stood silent and still beside him. Taylor raised his hand in a gesture of silence and the room grew quiet. “Now, I am here to push you to achieve your best and you all will prove that everything that has occurred to date was just a learning experience. This project will succeed; all of you know what is at stake here.” He tossed the file on the table causing the papers inside to spill out. “Here are the new subjects. Read their files; get to know them and their intricacies. Pay close attention to Subject 54, he may be the one that will accept the bonding process the best. I will give you a two week timeline to secure these assets and bring them here so we can push on to success. Any
questions?”

Silence gripped the room, but Taylor could see them all running the objections in their minds. This project was now pushing the boundaries of most black ops, but those in Washington would always turn a blind eye. He waited for a full minute as no one voiced any questions before
continuing.

“Good, now make sure the extraction teams leave no evidence behind and let’s get these seven subjects in our possession ASAP!
Dismissed!”

The men and women in the room shuffled to their feet and saluted him as they filed out to get to work. With a nod, he dismissed Phillips so she could prep the ops team for the retrievals. Alone in the room, Taylor stepped forward, and with one finger pulled clear the file of Subject 54. He reviewed the thorough data that his Major had collected and smiled briefly again. His eyes then followed the top part of the file where the subject’s name appeared: Foster, Aaron C. This was the primary target and the one he wanted acquired now, and Taylor knew the perfect team to do
it.

Bristol County, Massachusetts

Things were good in Aaron’s life, the last few days. This morning he awoke to find his wife with her arms draped around him in a slumbering embrace; something that hadn’t happened in years. As he began to stir, Krista opened her eyes slightly and looked up at him with that magical twinkle in her eye that he loved so much. He leaned his head down slightly and gave her a quick kiss, making sure that he avoided grossing her out with morning
breath.

“Hey there.” She said in a sleepy whisper. “Why are you up so early?” Her eyelids struggled to stay
open.

“Figured I’d sneak out to the office this morning, check on what’s been
happening.”

A stern, but playful look came over her. “You are still on holidays and I forbid you from leaving this bed right now to go to work. It will still be there later. Besides, Sara and I are going to Lea’s this afternoon so until we do; your ass is mine!” Her grip tightened and she lay her head down on his
chest.

“Well, I guess I’ll hang out a bit
then.”

“There wasn’t an option there, babe.” He could feel her grinning wildly. “Cause when I wake up, you’ll get a nice reward for sticking
around.”

“Sold!” Aaron replied before getting comfy once more and falling back to
sleep.

Rocky Mountains, Utah –
Military Installation Code Named White Rock

As he waited for the Blackhawk to land, General Jensen Taylor had the biggest smile on his face he’d had for years. For the first time since that late night call, he was going to be reunited with his team. He was excited, but remained focused on what he had to ask
them.

Wilson had been promoted to Major after that crazy night, and given command of the unit with Taylor being reassigned. He deserved the accolades; Taylor couldn’t think of a better choice to lead the team other than Avery. He was aggressive, calculated, and thought outside the box—the perfect qualities for the job. In fact, Taylor had watched the team closely since leaving them, and their record was
impeccable.