The exterminator episode 6 – finale

THE EXTERMINATORS~

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FINALE

Chapter 6

DAVID

My heart stopped when Johnny told me what happened with Susan. I wondered how bad she was hurt. Was she even alive? When Jan and I *landed, I immediately fired up my computer and pulled up my tracking app. Unknown to anyone but me, I had placed tracking devices in the three watches she wears everyday just for th* is reason.

Thank God, she’s wearing one of the watches. I saw the pinpoint on the map. I called Johnny.

“Johnny, assemble our medical group for immediate deployment. I have her location.”

Johnny, Greg, Jan and I geared up and surveilled the area. The location was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I observed about ten to twelve bad guys outside with automatic weapons. Don’t know how many in,side. There was also a limo parked at the location. With any luck, Rothschild was there. We decided to take out the outside group in three phases. All four of us positioned ourselves for a shot at individual targets. We would fire simultaneously, hopefully dropping them quickly with little fanfare.

We aimed our silenced rifles and I counted to three. We fired and four bad guys fell. We reacquired targets and fired. Four more fell. The other three were looking for something to shoot at trying to take cover.

Jan had left us and had crept down near the other three. She attached her silencer to her Sig P239. She walked up behind the first one and fired a round behind his ear. He never knew what hit him. The guy next to him saw him fall and raised his gun toward Jan. Her round hit him between the eyes before he got his weapon raised.

The third guy came up behind her and told her to drop her gun. It was so fast he couldn’t react. He turned and the stiletto went through his eye into his brain. Jan took his gun and was holding it before he hit the ground. She pulled her knife out of his head and wiped the brain matter off of it on his shirt. What a woman…damn!

I got close enough to look through a window. I didn’t see Susan but I saw four bad guys and a fifth guy in a suit which I figured was Rothschild. I told Jan not to kill Rothschild yet. She just frowned and nodded.

The plan was to just take them by surprise. Jan was going to walk in and say something to them to draw their attention and we take them out from different positions but needing to always be the star, Jan decided to add some drama.

She strolled into the building and said, “Hey guys, there ten or eleven dead guys out here. They belong to one of you assh-les.”

They turned toward her and she fired four rounds, two each into the bad guys, I dropped one from the window and Greg nailed the other one. Rothschild reached for his weapon and Jan expertly threw her knife which pierced through Rothschilds hand through and through, before he could get to it. When I walked in, Jan had her Sig at his temple.

I said, “Thank you, Jan, for not killing him.”

She said, “I want my knife back though.”

I said, “No problem.” I walked over to him where he was holding his hand with the knife through it. I jerked the knife out of his hand and he scre-med.

I heard a weak “HELP.” I looked toward a door and rushed to it. I entered and there she was, weak, broken, dehydrated but alive. I called the Med team in. They came in an unmarked ambulance. Susan looked at me like I was a ghost. She was drugged obviously.

She said “David, Oh My God! David!”

I went to her and put my arms around her and she held onto me and wouldn’t let go.

I said, “Ok, Sweetheart, let my guys check you over.”

My team doctor examined her. He said, “Looks like a bullet wound to the right leg, no exit, bullet is still in the leg. I need an X-ray and surgical team.”

He looked at her ankle. He said, “Bad fracture, Colonel, probably involves some bones in her foot too. Put the Orthopedic team on stand by. He said, Colonel, she will need surgery on the right leg and left ankle.”

I said, “Let’s get her to our facility.”

She begged me, “David don’t leave me…PLEASE! Don’t leave me. So much I have to tell you.” As the Doc’s injection put her in la-la land. She weakly said, “I love you, David.”

They put her in the helicopter and got her ready for flight.

Back to business. I walked over to Rothschild. “Well assh-le, you really f-cked up this time. I told you what would happen if you harmed her, you didn’t listen.”

I nodded to Jan, she walked over to the door and esc-rted four Middle Eastern looking men into the room. When Rothschild saw them, he shit himself.

Johnny said, “What The F-ck, is that smell?”

I said, “I think the assh-le has soiled his p-nties.”

Rothschild said, “You can’t do this. You have to give me to the police”

I said, “I don’t have to do anything but pay taxes and die. You, on the other hand, have several things you have to do. One of which is endure the same pain that you inflicted on Dr. Graves.”

Jan walked over and nonchalantly shot him in the leg. He scre-med in pain and grabbed for it with his knifed hand which brought another scre-m. Then she shot him in the other leg. His scre-ms were twice as loud.

“Oh, did I not mention, you were going to get twice the pain? I’m so sorry.”

I pushed his chair over on the floor and stomped his right ankle three times. I heard bones breaking. Then, I did the same thing to the other ankle. Jan walked up to him and put a round through his good hand which brought more scre-ming.

He scre-med, “Who are you!”

I got down in his face and said, “I’m a very bad man who hates Mother F-ckers like you.”

I motioned to the four Arabs. They dragged him off.

Rothschild was never heard from again.

I handed my gear to Johnny and told him I needed to go to Susan.

Johnny said, “Colonel, the helicopter is waiting for you.”

I walked out and our Medi-Vac helicopter was still on the ground.

I asked “Why aren’t you in the air.”

The Doc said, “She won’t let us go without you.”

I climbed in, took her hand and said, “Let’s go.” She was just staring at me.

She said, “David…David.”

I said, “I’m here, Beautiful. Let’s go fix you up. Your nightmare is over.”

She said, “Is it David?” “Promise?”

“Yes Baby, it’s over. Close your eyes, Baby. Rest.”

They were giving her IV fluids.

The Doc said, “The bullet wound will heal soon as we get the bullet out. Take a little time. The ankle will most likely take about three months once we put it back together and will probably always give her some trouble. Looks like a lot of damage. We’ll do our best for her Colonel.”

I said “Please do, Doc.”

I k-ssed her and she smiled. We took her to a secret medical facility where only the most important people are discretely treated. She would be here for about a week while they fixed her ankle and foot, then wrestle with any infection, etc…

The bullet was removed and had ch¡pped both bones in her leg but should not cause anymore problems. Her ankle and foot had numerous screws, plates and pins in it. No weight bearing for two months and then a walking boot if everything looked good.

I was waiting when she came out of surgery. Her right leg was bandaged and her left ankle was splinted with a bandaged wrap with just her toes protruding out, propped up on pillows. It would be a week or so before her ankle could handle a cast. I was holding her hand when she started waking up. She smiled sleepily at me.

“So much I need to say, David. I’m soooooooo sorry for hurting you. David, come back to me. You have to.”

I said, “Oh? Why should I have too. Far as I know, Susan, you are Mrs. Jared Smith. Do we need to call him?”

“No, David, I did not marry Jared or anyone.else. There is only one man for me. We have to raise our son together.”

I said. “What? Son? I have a son?”

“Yes, Honey, you knocked me up before you went away. David Stanton Jr. is almost three years old.”

I said “No chance, he’s Smith’s. How do I know he’s mine. You were f-cking both of us.”

That had to sting a little but I still hurt.

She said, “None! He’s you made over and the second love of my life. The first love of my life put him in my belly three years ago. David, go get him and bring him to me. Please. I’ve been away from him too long.”

I said “I’ll leave soon as I talk to the doctor.”

She said “Doctor, Schmoctor, Go get our son, Colonel David Stanton, Sr. Go get your son…now!”

I went to the mansion and rang the doorbell. The nanny opened the door and I started to identify myself when she stopped me in mid sentence smiling.

She said, “There’s no doubt who you are, Sir. Is Dr. Graves ok?”

“She’s injured but ok? She’s having to have some surgery on her ankle but she will be ok.”

“Mr. Stanton, can I tell you something? Dr. Graves worsh¡ps the ground you walk on. She made a mistake with the ex boyfriend. She knows that. She has not so much as gone on a date in three years. She’s been waiting for you to come back to her. Mr. Stanton, take her, love her and be her everything because you are to her. Junior is the spitting image of you.”

She brought him out and I knew right away that he was my flesh and blood. I fell in love with him immediately.

I said, “David, I’m your daddy. I’m going to take you to see Mommy.”

He said, “Oh Boy, Mommy Mommy!”

I walked into her room with him, she was resting with her eyes closed. She looked so fragile. She is a Goddess. I motioned to Little David to be very quiet. He got close to her bed and took her hand. Her eyes opened and she smiled from ear to ear.

She said, “I finally have both my men. My life is complete.”

Little David said, “Mommy, Mommy, Daddy’s here!”

Then I said, “No Dr. Graves, we are not complete. I want to make OUR lives complete.”

I kneeled down beside her bed, holding her hand and said, “Susan Denise Graves, would you be my wife til death do us part. Please be mine for life.”

I opened the three carat ring and placed it on her finger.

She was just staring at me and said, “Oh My God, David, those words are so sweet to my ears. Yes Baby. Oh Yes!” The nurses and doctors began clapping. I k-ssed her and said, “I will never leave you again.”

Epilogue

SUSAN

I’m home now after a week and a half in the hospital. I’ve had so many visitors from work, my parents, the security team. One of the nurses from this very strange medical unit was sent home to help with my recuperation and rehab. Have I mentioned Jan scares the shit out of me. That woman ain’t right but from what I hear, I want her on my side when the shit hits the fan.

She said in no uncertain terms, “NEVER hurt him again.”

That’s all she said. She didn’t need to say anything else. It was implied.

Then Jan asked, “What color will my bridesmaid dress be?

We laughed and hugged. I’m getting around on crutches and my little scooter now. The bullet wound has healed but the ankle is slowly coming along. I will need a walker and cane for sometime to come.

We decided the wedding will be the weekend after my cast comes off. Johnny and Greg will be my co best men. Sadly, heels will be out at least for six months to a year so it’s flats and sandals with my ankle brace.

I sold off the major parts of my business so that I can devote my time to my husband, son and the little one he just put in my womb. Yep, that’s right, he took advantage of me while I was disabled and couldn’t run. I didn’t resist very hærd. You know how I love this man’s c-m filling me a couple of times a day. Damn, his little tadpoles are potent.

DAVID

I love this woman and my son more than I thought possible. They are my life. She’s healing but the scars remain. It’s been four months since all this took place. She’s walking but with a walker and cane and it’s still painful for her. We married the weekend after the cast came off. The first thing she did was call the nail salon. As usual her fingers and toes are immaculate. Jan, of all people was her bridesmaid along with her mother. Her dad gave her away. I fell in love with both of them. They can’t thank me enough for saving their baby..

Four years later, I’m out of the business now deciding to take care of my family instead. We will never want for money but it doesn’t matter if we were dirt poor. We are together and happy. I m-ssage her aching ankle everyday, k-ss the surgical scars on her legs and yeah I still s-ck her gorgeous toes while I’m deep in,side her.

Did I mention, I knocked her up again. Yep…#3…oh. .yeah, forgot to mention #2, little Jan. Soon as Jan found out we were having a girl, she came to the house. I was sitting at my desk when without a word, she slammed a piece of paper down on my desk. It said in big letters, JAN. Ok, I got threatened by a certain unnamed female if my daughter wasn’t named after her. Did I mention, she scares the shit out of me.

I yelled, “Susan, we have company.”

Jan limped into the room on her cane.

She saw Jan and scre-med, “I haven’t hurt him. I swear, I haven’t hurt him, Jan. His d*cks a little sore but he’s ok.”

We all busted out laughing. A few months later, Jan Margaret Stanton joined our family.

Nineteen months later, Melissa Rene joined our family, the spitting image of her mother with that jet black hair and deep blue eyes. Susan had her tubes tied after Melissa. We decided three was enough. Susan loves it, now she doesn’t have to worry about ovulating. She can walk around every day with her sweet p*ssy full of me and not pregnant. We never had eyes for another.

Our children are grown now. I’m 59 and Susan is 55. David Jr. followed my footsteps, graduated with honors from West Point and is now a Colonel commanding a section resembling my old section but he’s ordering the assignments. Jan Margaret graduated Harvard Law and is running her mom’s remaining businesses and doing well. Her Godmother, Jan works with her in a security capacity. I don’t ask and don’t want to know. Our baby, Melissa is into modeling. With her mother’s stunning looks and poise, she will be a world class model.

At the present time, I’m on my back, Susan’s unclad leg is on my chest with those gorgeous toes at my l-ips. I’ve got a perfect view of her beautiful little p*ssy oozing the semen I just deposited in her. Now her gorgeous l-ips are working on old Lucifer trying to resurrect the dead. I dunno, she might just be succeeding. She still loves it as much now as she did that very first night in her bathtub. She still has those boxers she took off of me all those years ago. I don’t know about the rest of you 59 year old guys out there, but,

“I’m not as good as I once was but I’m as good once as I always was.”

Life is good.

The End.

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