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A Note About Terrorism
Given the nature of the next chapter, and what has happened in our real lives, I felt it was necessary to say a few words right here.
This next chapter, indeed the entire remainder of the book, was written prior to September 11, 2001. The destruction of the World Trade Center twin towers was a shock and an upset to all of us. We all agree that it was a great tragedy that thousands of innocent people died for the political cause of some madman.
The following chapter, which talks about the Battle for New York City, mentions the World Trade Center plaza, and these two buildings in particular. After the events of 9/11, I had to sit down and take a long look at my options for this part of the story.
First, I could have rewritten the entire thing, to leave the World Trade Center out of it, replacing it with some other landmark. This would have been only mildly difficult, but didn’t feel like the right step to take.
Next, I considered rewriting it in a minor way to simply say that the World Trade Center towers had been reconstructed. (It is my personal opinion that this is what we should do: erect the buildings exactly as they were, to let the bastard who did this know he can’t win.) I toyed with this idea for a while, but I wasn’t entirely happy with this idea, either.
Finally, I decided that my best course of action was merely to leave the story alone. It is obvious that CAMP: Ron’s Journey doesn’t take place in our universe, though some places and people have been borrowed. In the CAMP universe, thousands have not been killed by a madman flying airplanes into buildings. It is my opinion that doing it this way, to ignore the event, is to show the greatest amount of contempt for the cocksucker who concocted the plan to disrupt our great nation. (Please excuse me, if you aren’t from the United States, but we have all rediscovered our national pride through this atrocity, and I’m not about to let go of it anytime soon.)
So, if you have friends or family who perished in this horrible tragedy, please know that I’m not insensitive to the issue. On the contrary, my heart goes out to each and every one of you, and I stand with the rest to honor the sacrifice of the civilians, the federal employees, the police and the firefighters who perished on that fateful day.
As for Mr. Bin Laden, I can only say that I hope he has his life insurance paid up, because we’re coming for him, and it’s not going to be pleasant when, not if, we find him. That little pig fucker is going to wish he’d never heard of the United States.
I hope you can enjoy the next chapter.
Implementation of a Plan
A new training regimen was established for the troops as they re-established their headquarters. The Chaffey house was being rebuilt by the same contractor as the other buildings. He was going to be phenomenally rich, if he survived the war.
Life settled into a rather boring routine for those who weren’t soldiers. The war had destroyed much of the infrastructure of the country, and so cable television had ceased to exist, as had most of the local stations. Radio hadn’t fared a whole lot better, and of course, the local library was in ruins. The people in Ron’s shelter had resorted to sharing what books they had brought with them, but even that had ceased to be helpful after a while.
The Queen had only been in the shelter for two weeks now, and she was already bored to the bone. She had attempted to fit in with the group here, but every conversation seemed a little forced, as they knew who she was. As if that matters now, she thought.
She did know one way of relieving her frustrations, but she honestly did not know if she was allowed. She went searching for someone to ask.
Nikki and Kim were sitting in the cafeteria, having lunch. The conversation was over the cuteness of the most recent Chaffey, Brian Michael, born just two days before. They both agreed that he looked a lot like his father.
The Queen approached tentatively, not wanting to interrupt them. But Nikki saw her, and gave her a smile and a warm greeting.
“I have a question to ask, but I’m not sure of whom I should be asking it,” Melissa started. “Is there a… a female in charge?”
Without thought, Nikki and Kim simultaneously pointed at each other and said in unison, “She is.” Then they looked at each other and burst out laughing.
When they calmed down, Nikki took pity on the Queen, and explained. “Ron did appoint a head of household, but Kumiko died almost a year ago, before the war started. Ron hasn’t given anyone else the job since. It hasn’t really been necessary lately.”
“What did you want to ask the headmistress, anyway?” Kimberly wanted to know.
Melissa sat down and lowered her voice. “You both know, I assume, about Ron and I.” After receiving nods, she went on. “Well, I wanted to know what the rules were here. I don’t want to offend anyone by…” She stopped, because it was clear the two were having trouble controlling their laughter again.
“Your Majesty, Ron decides who to ‘keep company with’ for himself. We don’t get involved,” Nikki explained. “But, in your case, I want to say that, as far as I’m concerned, you are more than welcome to share.” She gave her a big smile.
Melissa sighed with some relief. “Thank you, Nikki. I appreciate your support. I don’t suppose you might know where I can find him?” Ron hadn’t been spotted in the public areas for days.
“He’s in his room,” Kim answered. “Working. Go on, you might be a good distraction for him. He works too hard.”
Ron was, in fact, working very hard. He had taken half a day off when his mother had been in labor with Brian, but that only meant that he was half a day behind his own set schedule. He was pushing himself to make up for that.
The sound at the door caught his attention. He looked up to see Melissa, dressed in an ankle-length dress of royal blue and white. She had foregone the crown, but it was hardly necessary to tell who and what she was.
“Hi, Princess…er… Mel… um… Aw, shit.” Ron lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
Melissa laughed lightly. “Ron, you may continue to call me ‘Princess’ if it makes you more comfortable. I’m hardly the Queen here.”
Ron rose from his desk and moved across the room to her. His hands rested on her arms, sending warm tingles throughout her body. “Thank you. Sometimes it gets hard to remember what everyone prefers being called, and when someone changes in the middle of all this… well, I can hardly keep up.”
“Yes. The girls said you were a bit stressed.”
“Ah-ha. Now I see your motive for visiting me! They believe I need some tension relief!” He smiled at her. “Strange that they would send someone else to do it, though…” he winked.
“Actually, I come of my own accord. I merely asked them if I was allowed, first.”
Ron had a good chuckle at that. “May I assume that they had no problems with it?”
“You may. Now, why are we doing all this talking when we could be doing something more fun?”
In response, Ron leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. She allowed her body to be drawn into his, welcoming the feeling of a strong man embracing her. Their lips pressed strongly to each other as Ron’s hands caressed her back through the fabric of the dress.
Ron broke the embrace and stepped back slightly from her. He looked her up and down, taking in her beauty, though her body was hidden by the thick, formal dress.
“Who dresses you?” he asked himself quietly. She heard him, and smiled, but did not answer. He moved around her slowly, allowing his right hand to maintain contact with her waist at all times. Once he was behind her, he was at least gratified to see that the dress had a zipper, rather than forty buttons.
He grasped the zipper and slowly, tantalizingly, eased it down. He paused frequently to expose the flesh beneath the dress. He undid her bra when he reached it, and continued on. He bent down as he finished unzipping the garment and he kissed the small of her back. Melissa shivered at the light contact.
As Ron rose back up, his hands moved inside the dress, running gently up her sides. Reaching her shoulders, Ron pushed the dress and her bra off her shoulders, and gently manipulated them both down her arms, until they fell off her body. The dress fell to the floor, but, thick as it was, it left her standing in a significant pool of fabric.
Ron took advantage of her immobility. He moved up close behind her, and ran his hands along her hips until they met in front of her. He then lifted them up and separated them, until each hand was softly cupping a warm, full tit. Melissa moaned as Ron’s fingers gently caressed the flesh of her breasts, moving gently over her nipples repeatedly until they were fully erect. Ron kissed the nape of her neck, and slid his tongue up until it rested just below her earlobe, which he took into his mouth and sucked on.
Melissa was writhing in pleasure now, but completely unable to repay the favor. She was panting hard by the time Ron lowered his hands from her chest, and moved toward her panties. Once there, he pulled them gingerly off her hips, and allowed them to fall, adding to the pile of cloth already on the floor. Then, he moved back around to face her, and once again took in her lovely body, this time unhindered by clothing. Melissa blushed slightly at his attention.
Ron reached his arms out to her, and she fell into his embrace. He lifted her with ease out of the huge pile of garments, and he carried her over to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist to assist him, and he knelt onto the bed, keeping her in his arms.
As he used his extension to untie and remove his boots, Ron pulled Melissa to him and kissed her passionately, her mouth opening to accept his tongue, which sought out hers and massaged it. Ron sent some feeble tendrils of energy into her pleasure centers, heightening her arousal as he continued to kiss her and caress her back.
Melissa grasped at Ron’s uniform, but made no headway in getting it off. Soon, she lost interest, as Ron moved his mouth off hers, and down to her chin, around her jaw, and down her neck. As his mouth moved down her body, she was a little startled to realize that she was rising off the bed, rather than him bending to meet her body. This fascination changed to ecstasy as his lips met up with her left nipple, softly suckling it and gently caressing its hot tip. His tongue flicked out and slipped across her tit with a feather touch. A deep moan escaped her throat.
Ron slipped his mouth over to her other nipple, making sure it got equal treatment. The tendrils of energy in her mind became thicker tentacles of joy, and her mind was enraptured with the feelings he was giving her, both physically and mentally.
Further down he slid, or further up she went, however one wished to look at it. Finally, as she lay in mid-air, her body reclined, and her legs to either side of his head, Ron’s tongue softly flicked across her pussy lips. Melissa groaned loudly in pleasure, as tingles of joy leapt from her pussy to her brain and back again.
Ron’s tongue danced amid the folds of her womanhood, entrancing the teenage queen. He licked from the very bottom of her lips, slowly and sensually along their length until he reached her hood, under which was hidden her rather swollen clit. This he tenderly sucked into his mouth, and his tongue gently rubbed it to and fro. Her mind reeled in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her body. She squirmed in mid-air, crying out in delight.
Ron continued to nuzzle her cunt until she came down from her orgasm. At some point, which she had not noticed, he had removed all of his clothing, apparently without using his hands. He pulled her body back toward him, back down to the bed. She leaned over and they kissed as her body slid down his. Her legs wrapped around his body again, as she settled toward his waist. As she came down, she was aware that Ron had positioned himself perfectly, and she settled, very slowly, onto his hard cock. She inhaled sharply at the feel of him penetrating her, sending waves of gratification through her body.
Their kiss continued as he began to use his arms to move her on his cock. They moved together slowly at first, allowing them each to feel the full sensation of the other’s body, reveling in the sensations. Melissa could feel the hard points of her tits rubbing against Ron’s chest, leaving hot trails in his flesh.
Soon, the slow pace grew into a more frenzied outpouring of passion. Ron pushed them forward, and laid Melissa down onto the bed. He moved faster then, rutting into her to give her the utmost in pleasure. The tentacles of energy in her mind began to pulse, sending wave after wave of pleasure: a tsunami of ecstasy was building in her psyche.
As Ron thrust into her, and she pushed back at him, they both neared their peaks. Ron came first, his cum filling her womb. As he did so, the tsunami of energy in her mind broke over, and her pleasure centers were awash with blissful sensations of sexual enjoyment. Her orgasm was mind-wrenching, and her screams of pleasure filled the room as her body squirmed in delight.
It took several moments for them both to settle from the experience. When he was able, Ron rolled to one side of her, his softening dick slipping from her, but he kept his arm draped comfortably over her, his head nestled in her splayed hair. There, they napped.
Some days later, Ron and Kim were walking to the cafeteria after a planning session for the protection of New York City. It was clear to Ron that an attack was coming soon, and he had begun to detail an entire plan for the defense of America’s largest city.
Their discussion was interrupted by an outbreak of noise from the public living area. They headed in that direction to see what was going on.
They entered a large room, to see a man assaulting a young woman. On closer inspection, he recognized the lady as Jenna Calverson, the young woman he had saved from being raped on the street.
As Ron was about to intervene, another person approached the scene, and gave the man a strong blow to the back of his head. His body slouched from the impact, and the person grabbed hold of him and threw him backward, so that he landed on his back.
Ron was somewhat amazed to find that Jenna’s defender was, in fact, his sister Nikki.
“Leave her alone! Nobody pulls that shit here!”
“Listen up, little girl,” the man said menacingly as he rose to his feet. “I will do what I damned well please, and I please to have that girl!”
The man rushed Nikki, who let him get within about four feet before she whirled around in a spinning back-kick to the man’s midsection, sending him sprawling as the air whooshed out of his lungs. He collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
The man struggled to his feet, and Kimberly made to help her friend. Ron held out his hand to prevent her. “Nikki knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t need our help.”
Once more the man rushed her, to be met with a snap front-kick that connected solidly with his jaw. He went flying backward again, only this time he was quite unconscious.
What Nikki did not see was the man sneaking up behind her with a baton raised to strike. Ron waited just as long as he could, to see if she would catch on. But, as the man closed to striking distance, and with Nikki’s attention still focused forward, Ron reached out with his mind and flung the man into the nearest wall, leaving a rather deep impression as the man slumped to the floor after impact.
The room grew silent as Ron entered and made his way across to his sister. She looked up at him as he looked down at the guy on the floor, and then back at her. She waited for his judgment with a bit of fear, worried that he wouldn’t approve.
Ron said, “Next time, watch your back.” Then he smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder. As he walked over to the other attacker, Kim gave Nikki a big hug.
Ron looked down at the heavily injured man, who was conscious, but just barely. “There are far less painful ways to die than attacking my sister. If you ever do it again, I will make you beg for death.” Ron turned to the soldiers that had heard the commotion and come to assist. “Take these two to the infirmary. When each is well, you will escort him to the gate, and make sure he leaves.”
The man who had tried to attack Nikki was aware enough of what was going on to try to beg for his status. Ron looked at him with an iron-hard, cold glare. “You should have worried about your neck before you tried to hurt my sister. I won’t kill you myself, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to feed you, clothe you, and house you after this. Good luck. I hope you learn about bullies on the outside. Don’t ever come back here.”
Ron moved off, the crowd still silent.
Nikki went over to Jenna, who was still sitting on the ground, her clothes torn. She helped the lady up and asked, “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” she answered, a bit shakily. “Better than I would have been if you hadn’t shown up, that’s for sure.” Jenna gave Nikki a strong hug, which Nikki returned.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. You look like you could use a good hot bath, too.”
Ron decided to give his troops just one more week to prepare. Then he called them all together on the parade ground. A quick count told a miserable tale: just over nine thousand troops left, out of a total of more than twenty thousand. The numbers used to depress him: now they just pissed him off.
“Okay, boys and girls,” he began, “For the last month, we have been training intensively here, and we haven’t gone out for any battles. We have seen that the FC’s attacks have slackened since they noticed our lack of reaction. This proves my theory that they have been attacking our cities for the sole purpose of getting us to react.
“Well, we made a mess of things so far, but this time we call the shots. We are moving out tomorrow morning, for New York. We will set up our defenses in the city, and we will wait for the attackers to come. This time they may not like the result!”
A cheer went up from the assembled multitude. Ron finished off by saying, “The remainder of today is a stand-down period. We move out at 0900 tomorrow! Dismissed!”
As the crowd broke up, Ron went back down into the shelter, to see how the preparations were coming for his family. He had selected a very specific group of soldiers to remain behind and defend the facility. It would draw on his ability to defend New York, but he was willing to take that chance. He was not willing to put his family in more jeopardy than necessary.
He found his mother in her room, rocking little Brian to sleep. Ron moved quietly over to them, and looked down. The baby had his eyes closed, his breathing as regular as it could be for a newborn of only two weeks. His mother looked tired.
“You’re not letting the girls help out, Mom.” He spoke quietly, but his mother sensed the concern in his voice.
“I’ll be okay, honey. I did okay with you, didn’t I?” She smiled at him, and he kissed her softly. Then he left them to each other, while he continued to survey the planning.
At 0859 the next morning, the Provisional Psionic Army lifted off as a unit into the morning sky, heading for New York City. The trip was scheduled to take seven hours, due to the fact that psionics of lesser ability were joining in this battle, and they were not able to fly as fast as the more capable psionics.
Kimberly flew next to Ron, trying not to relive the memories of her first battle in this war, triggered by flying over the same route. Ron noticed her subdued manner, and took her hand in support. She smiled over at him, thanking him silently for the encouragement.
His comment filled her with a warm confidence that was hard to explain, but she welcomed it.
They flew on.
At 1627, or what most would call 4:30 in the afternoon, the PPA descended from the sky into the city of New York. Strangely, this city was still full of people. Most large cities had been deserted, and more than a million had left New York, but with so many people living here, the city still held more than nine million. It amazed Ron that this city had grown so large, housing over ten and a half million people by this point. Why hadn’t more of them left?
First thing’s first, he said to himself.
Bob Maxton, formerly a commander in the US Navy, now a captain in the PPA, flew over to his commanding officer.
“Yes, sir!” he said, floating at attention.
“I want you to take a unit of two hundred men over to the Statue of Liberty. Take no one less than a psion-9, and no one higher than a psion-12. I want you to secure the statue. If it falls, you will answer to me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir! Um, sir? What if the battle for the city starts going badly?”
“You let me worry about the city. Trust me, if nine thousand of us can’t stop them, then two hundred medium-level psionics aren’t going to add much to the fight. Now, go!” He watched him move off to gather his team together, and then he turned to other tasks.
Kara Heinlein was fuming. Once again she’d been given the impossible task of keeping the reporters safe. She wondered who they were reporting to by now, but didn’t feel like asking them. They were returning now from seeing the preparations for the defense of the Statue of Liberty, which Melissa Conway, ace reporter, just absolutely had to see.
Kara dropped them on the roof of a tall office building not too close to the city’s center. Not that it would matter a damn: Kara was sure that New York was going to be completely wasted after this.
a message was coming in from her commander.
Kara focused her energy, and found her nearest companions. She was covering an area of only about 20 blocks, which was an insignificant distance, even for her feeble telepathic skills.
It turned out that even this would not be necessary, for just moments later, Ron touched down on her rooftop, so that Melissa could get his announcement on film.
At 1700 hours on March 24, the commanding officer of the PPA made his announcement to the city of New York. It went out on the airwaves, but more importantly was broadcast telepathically to everyone within range.
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