"I need you to find the three persons involved in the shooting and by all means necessary and eliminate the evidence before the real truth is discovered. That includes what is left of Bridgette Anderson."
"Ah boy, Boss. Do you remember I was a young college student when I met Superintendent Marcus Dean? You and your team kicked off the door of my house in Rivoli, St. Catherine in search of guns and ammunition. My uncle had been killed in a motor vehicle accident, but Damian Thompson was linked to the double murder of an Assistant Commissioner of Police and you brother in law Daniel McNamara."
"Yes, that case was a real stinker. People had to flee the country or undergo witness protection or change their names. Sometimes I wonder what happened to your college boyfriend, Jaden. The hard part about it is that the man who I figured for being the mastermind, there was just not enough evidence."
"You know that after all this time you never ever told me who you thought was behind it."
"Stephanie, let that sleeping dog stay right where he is; not every thing in life you should know about. Lisa, you are the cleaner and your responsibility is to remove all traces of the teams' involvement in any clandestine operations that were required to cover up my blunders. Remember the team's motto is 'Loyalty till death.' I will always cover your back."
"Boss, it's only because of you that I am going to do this and yes you better have my back in case this backfires," Stephanie replied.
"Hey, Steph, this is what I know from prior knowledge and what I have learned lying here in the hospital. The pathology office is in the basement and the samples recovered from criminal cases would be stored in the freezers with the audio tapes collected as well; all files would be stored under lock and key kept only by the Pathologist, Dr. Umrah Bookersingh. He is relatively new and has been employed by the Government for the past twelve months, but the paper work to allow his wife and family to join him in country was misplaced for the third time. He had a tendency to visit the local house of horizontal refreshments near New Kingston and not wanted to be identified; all his credentials were left in his black top-of-the-line German-made car parked in the hospital parking lot.
Go and do your homework and give me feedback in two days, but from what I've heard the doctors saying, I may be out soon."
"How the hell did you find out so much, Boss?" Stephanie asked.
"People with nothing to do like to talk about other people's business, so I just pretend I am asleep and listen."
Two nights later, Friday the 13th at about 11:30pm, as he pretended to sleep Marcus heard the security guard and the tall, sturdy nurse who worked the night shift talking.
"Nurse, did the glass of the black Mercedes Benz shatter with ease and the alarm not even make a sound as the battery was shorted out?"
"You lie," she responded, "and do you know that Dr. Bookersingh was a man of particular habit and always parked in the same spot and called the same taxi to move him from the assigned staff quarters to his favourite horizontal refresher and back?"
"Nurse, how did you know all of that?"
"Security, don't you know that is by the Nurses Quarters me live and we watch everything," she replied.
"You know, Nurse, it seems funny that the street light and the cameras were out of service or had been shot out the night before in a flare up of gang violence in the community adjoining the hospital. I heard from the porter from Ward 5 who lives near the back gate that the residence complained about an unmarked white car entering the community and firing a barrage of shots. You guys should hear and know about all those security related matters."
"If nobody ask you nurse, I never told you this, but guess what nurse, the Doctor goodly left his ID and keys to his office was left in the glove compartment."
Marcus smiled and muttered, "Why persons never listened to the advice provided by the Police not to leave valuables in their cars and never become a creature of habit?"
Evidently Stephanie had already recovered the mission critical items.
"Nurse, you haven't heard the best part yet!"
"What is that, Security?"
"A mad man had entered the hospital and had pulled the fire alarm in Accident and Emergency, and protocol dictated that all Non-essential areas had to be evacuated upon the sounding of the fire alarm."
"Yes, I heard about," replied the nurse.
"When we finally apprehend the madman and escorted off the compound, I heard he was the nicest smelling ever."
A smile crept across Marcus's face as he thought about Nautilus dressed as a mad man and forgetting not to put on cologne before going on his mission. He laughed himself to sleep.
As he dozed off to sleep, Marcus recalled the look on Augustus Nautilus's face via the video call as he walked up North Street away from the Hospital.
"Boss, disguises aren't my thing, but I would do almost anything for my friend that was in need. I saw your note that was slipped under my office door that only said 'Hospital fire alarm at 1am,' but I recognised the hand writing anywhere. I would have to figure out the method and the means to accomplish my objective."
The smart phone somehow was still on when Augustus pushed open the door to his residence at 21 Sharpe Avenue in the Golden Triangle, the voice of his wife Martha greeted him.
"Augustus where are you coming from at this time in the morning?"
"It's a lodge night dear and the guys and I had a few rounds after," he replied.
"I swear you love those guys more than you do you wife," Martha responded.
"Seriously, Sweetheart, you know the real reason I hang with the guys, it's to swap war stories".
"War stories my ass!" Martha sounded upset.
"Yes, sure. War Stories. How does a knight liberate a kitty from the confines of the cotton tree with only his lance and not have to talk up a storm to the dragon at the other end?"
"I swear if I knew you weren't drunk, I'd be upset."
"But I guess you would not be getting a lance of this size to free that fat kitty of yours from the confines of your red bingo bag," Augustus said.
Martha hissed her teeth.
"See, I can hear the dragon hissing."
"Is who you calling Dragon, Augustus?" Martha asked.
She watched as he traced his tongue along her inner thigh and Martha giggled like a school girl. She loved her husband in this mood, he was attentive and she played along with his role play. The alcohol in her blood made her lose her inhibitions and she had no problems getting ahead in life once in a while from her husband.
"Martha, is when since you start using mint flavoured douche?"
"I find it refreshing."
"Oh, is that making you behaving like a school boy licking ice cream on a hot Sunday in the middle of summer, Augustus."
"Augustus!" her voice stuttered as she tried to speak, "The sensations are making me wet and creamy with minor explosions going off in the back of my head. It feels so nice; continue doing whatever you are doing with the combination of soft and firm. I know why you are so gifted with words and it shows in the use of your short pink sword."
Martha's toes cricked as the first onslaught of her passion washed over her and the dam of cotton could not contain the flood that came from deep within her. Augustus smiled as he knew he had her now and she would not fall asleep before he could deploy the huge lance that he had hung between his legs. He was impatient and shifted that leg of her cotton dam and impaled her to the hilt, she was wet and hot and as she sucked air as she felt the hardness of him and welcomed the warmth his tool provided. With each thrust, she heard the groans emanating from his throat.
Martha whispered "Honey, have you been working out? You have past 10 seconds."
"Hah hah," Augustus laughed, "I had two stamina drinks and a can of that thing that gives me wings."
Martha smiled and said, "Sweetheart your bucket can come into my well as many times as you want. His lance was fully deployed and she could not get enough. Her drought had been broken and it felt as if it had been months since they made love or had sex.
Augustus was virile and made her climax seven more times and each time it felt more mind blowing from before, he knew every crevice on her body and tonight she gave in to his every fantasy. She was even more surprised how pleasant it felt when he entered and took her virginity; he was gentle and eased his way into her back passage. It was as if he had found the secret switch and her orgasm could not end, she wanted to run, walk, scream and cry at the same time but the sensations brought her to the brink of oblivion and back. For years Augustus wanted to find the one thing that could ultimately dominate Martha and he had found it. They fell asleep after Augustus ejaculated all over her face. Marcus felt funny at watching and listening to the video of his friend making love to his wife, it was kinky but it was the best time they had in twenty years of marriage.
As the sun rose the next morning, it came in through the French windows in their huge bedroom, Martha struggled to open her eyes, there was a cup of coffee and a red rose on the pillow beside her; how sweet she thought. "What has gotten into my boring husband?" Augustus stepped from the bathroom drying his hair and his manhood stood tall in front of him. It was hard for her not to be distracted by his stature as she tried to sip the coffee, but something about her husband had changed and deep down she could not figure it out, but she knew she liked it. She smiled and she felt a shiver go down her body and it seemed to head towards her groin and stop.
"Hey, Tiger," she said, "Do you want some of this?" pulling up the sheet to expose the juncture of her legs that had the fattest, smoothest two pounds of flesh with pink lips that were just puckered to be kissed. The Indian blood in her gave her an insatiable appetite for firm Jamaican sausage and Augustus obliged her wishes.
There was no way in hell that he would have told her the truth that he had to assist Marcus Dean and Stephanie in one of their off-the-book missions in order to fix something that Marcus had managed to create.
At 9 a.m. on Sunday, he opened his eyes to see Stephanie smiling and as she bent forward and he could see her breasts through the V-cut neckline of her blouse.
"I've waited forever to see those and look when you decide to show me those."
"Boss, for once in your life just behave yourself please, I have good news."
"I found Bridgette Anderson's file was still unfiled and left in the out tray of Dr. Bookersingh's desk. I ticked the recommendation on the cover tag of the file for the body to be cremated with immediate effect and placed it in the bio hazard file jacket."
"What happened to the body, Stephanie?"
"Boss, with the emphasis of productivity and accountability and precision in the Public Sector, the instructions of the doctor were executed with alacrity."
"What about his finding?"
"Hey, I am not stupid. The initial findings of Dr. Bookersingh were removed and replaced with blank sheets. The samples were already in my bag and by 5:30 a.m. Saturday, the next morning Bridgette Anderson no longer would have existed as potential evidence to tie Marcus Dean to anything. Oh, by the way, the night janitor at the office building on Ocean Boulevard was killed in a hit and run motor vehicle accident heading to work and in addition there was a small fire at the security post and the recording of the security cameras for the night of August 13th were destroyed."
"Stephanie, do you know that Augustus has a PhD in actuarial Science, but preferred the force and the work of the Team than what he spent most of his time studying? The work kept him on the seat of his pants and his juices flowing. The only thing he enjoyed more than the Force was hunting his pound of flesh between the thighs of women."
"Anyway, Boss, I am out of here. If you need anything else, you know how to find us, just rub the lamp."
"Psst. I'd really want to rub those," and he pointed to her chest.
"You need prayers, Marcus Dean."
As she left him she squeezed his hand, "Take care of yourself, Boss. Later."
"Bye, Stephanie," Marcus replied an