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Okay, I know it's been a long time and you were expecting Dogman, but this is something I needed to write; because it was the only thing I could concentrate on. This story isn't as original as I wanted it to be, Foxcar gave me the idea to write this and it's very similar his novel, I just needed to write this for a way to get my grove back. Now that I have it, I will write much more on the Dogman series, I just needed some inspiration so I had to look back and reread the story that gave me the inspiration to write in the first place. I needed to relive it and the memories that followed, they were great memories and I think I just lost touch with them and that made me lose my style. Anyway this is my Flipside. Which aside from a few things I don't like, is a great story that makes your mind think.

I slowly wake up with some dull pain in my head. I grab my head and groan in agony. I open my eyes and notice that I'm in a seamless concrete room, with a titanium reinforced door at the far corner opposite of me. There is a small slot on the floor for a tray of food to be pushed through, and then there is a viewing window about the size of an average book in the upper middle part of the door. Then I notice this camera panning over me with speakers under it and the camera keeps adjusting its lenses. At that time, I notice I'm on a small bed and there is a sink and toilet nearby. I feel myself to make sure I still have cloths on and I still have my blue jogging shorts, white T-shirt, socks, and Nike running shoes on, so I lay my head back down and stare at the ceiling.

What have I got myself into this time?

The small door that they shove food through opens and a piece of raw meat gets thrown into the room. The small metal door hiding the observation window is lifted so the observer can see what is going on. I turn and look at the meat, they have to be kidding? I look back at the camera and give it this menacing glare. Then I turn around on the bed so I'm facing the wall the bed is attached to and slowly, but surely, fall asleep.

Hours pass while I slumber, I dream about what had happened just before I got here. The day started out fine, until I started my run, it was dark due to the recent climate shifts we were experiencing, but then I noticed things in the corner of my eyes that weren't normal. There was this electrical charge that kept dispersing, but I could never get it to focus into full view, so I wrote it off as my mind playing tricks on me. As I kept running, it got worse and I started seeing more, like this light blue fog that would be off in the distance in the forest, I thought it was very strange, but I still didn't take what I was seeing seriously. Then came the final part, I stopped when the electrical discharges got too annoying and rubbed my eyes a little, then when I opened them, there was a wall of blue static about 5 feet away from me. I stared at it completely stunned, so I turned around to run back, but when I looked back there was another blue static wall facing me about 50 feet away. Then it starts moving closer and closer. I look at it scared and move back closer to the other blue static wall, until finally it engulfs me. The amount of pain I felt was almost indescribable, not even getting my wrist broken felt anything like this. I guess the only way you could describe it is that it feels like this wall of 2000 degree heat passing over you, thankfully, it was only for a moment, but I never want that to happen again.

I awoke to see that I was facing the ceiling again, so I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. Once I was sitting up, I look over to the where the raw meat was and thankfully, it was gone. Then, moments later, another piece of raw meat was thrown into the room through that small door on the bottom of the big door. That big door had to be 6 feet by 10 feet, it was a massive door, and then the small viewing door slid open on the big ass door. So I walked over and slowly took a look at my captor. To my surprise, I was staring down a werewolf in a white lab coat, I jumped back in shock. The werewolf just kept staring at me, blinking every now and then. I just stared at it with wide eyes for about a minute until I calmed down and thought about the situation I'm in. Okay, so a strange blue staticy wall + crazy prison cell + Dr. Jekyll = I'm not in Kansas anymore and these fucking werewolves are shitting their pants because of me, I'm the one that should be scared here, not them. My guess, is that I'm on earth, but this is some parallel universe or something, because I doubt werewolves took over the world, or I was transported in time, or another planet, because for starters, I recognize everything in here down to the types of bolts there using in the doors and the bed. Not only that, but I can read the words on the bolts, "Made in the USA" so it can't be anything else but that. I look down at the piece of raw meat on the ground and take a deep breath as I pick it up and hold it in front of Dr. Jekyll and drop it while giving him a very serious stare down, once he gets nervous and is about to leave, I say "Cook it." After that, he is astounded and looks down, most likely writing something down. Then finally, Dr. Jekyll speaks, "move back" while giving me hand gestures. I step back and he opens the small door on the bottom and takes the raw meat out and shuts the observation door.

I sigh in relief and walk back to the bed and lay down just staring at the ceiling. 30 minutes goes by and the bottom door opens and a large tray with a steak, some fries, a bottle of ketchup, a coke, silverware, and napkins is pushed through the bottom part of the door. I raise an eyebrow, interesting! I get up off the bed and walk over and take the tray and walk back to the bed, sit down, and start eating in the most civilized manor I could think of. After another 30 minutes when I was done, I wiped my mouth and hands as best I could and put everything in the middle of the tray and walked it back and placed it on the floor right next to the bottom door. Then I walked back to my bed, when I got back the bottom door opened and my tray was taken. I lay down on the bed and turned away from the camera and just started thinking, well, I passed that test. I wonder what there gonna do with me, are there any other races on this world? I hope they let me go, but I doubt it, one can dream though. Speaking of dreaming, I should get some shut eye. After that I slowly drift to sleep.

I wake up to a sting in my abdomen, I spring up and make a run for the door to attack the guard, but he is already on the other side of the door and has closed it. I look at what that fucker shot me with and it's a dart. I take it out and I start to feel weak and very drowsy. The dart has already discharged and me getting up and running just put it through my system much faster, so I calm myself down and slowly walk around to walk it off, but it's not working and it's getting worse, I fight it for about 10 minutes and then I drop to the floor passed out.

When I wake up this time, I'm in a chair, but my arms, legs, waist, and neck are chained to the floor to prevent me from attacking Dr. Jekyll, who is sitting about 4 feet across from me in a chair on the other side of the table. He is looking at a folder on the table and notices I'm awake.

Dr. Jekyll smiles, "ah, good, you're awake, now we can finally get started. I'm sorry we had to do that to you, but we had no choice, we couldn't risk you hurting anyone. Now, let's move on, let's start with something simple, like what is your name?"

I continue to stare at him blankly, "..."

After waiting patiently for awhile, "okay...I'll go first, my name is Doctor James Martin, I'm a wolven psychologist for the FBI. Now it's your turn?"

"..."

He taps his fingers on the table patiently waiting, but I don't reply. The doctor sighs, "okay, throw me a bone here, what do I need to do, no, scratch that, what needs to be done for you to talk to me, because I know you can talk, you said those 2 very important works, "cook it." Now tell me what needs to be done for you to start talking with me and we shall see, I might be able to get it for you?"

"..." It goes on and on like this for the rest of the study, and it continues throughout the coming days and weeks, now it's been 3 weeks and I haven't said a word since the raw meat incident and I intended on keeping it that way because they continue to treat me like a rabid animal. I learned much of the world outside this cell, assuming it's all real, from what he said, it's just like my world, only this world is filled with werewolves and there all pretty much gay, so there's no world war 3. He said it was because the females only go into heat once every few years so that's a lot of time to go without any love making. I guess it was too much time, I don't blame them, besides I wouldn't have been able to last that long either. Oh and they keep chaining me up because I'm a huge security threat, apparently they think I can rip men apart, if so, then these chains wouldn't help them much. I suppose this isn't much different from what we would have done in their place, I never considered this possibility.

I'm chained up again and Dr. Martin is just sitting there filling out some paper work as I wake up again.

He looks at me and frowns, "look, as much as I would love to keep this up, this is the last session, after this, you will be shipped to area 51 for more testing and you will be allowed to live out the rest of your days in a cell like this, unless you talk to me, this is your last chance, it doesn't matter how much talking you do at area 51, they will never let you go after you see all the nice stuff they have there. So what's it gonna be buddy?"

Normally I don't look at him, but this time, he's being serious, he's never pulled something like this before, and I don't want to take that chance. I pull up on the chains, "take these off."

Dr. Martin looks at me with complete shock and writes something down. "I can't let you go, you're too dangerous?"

I chuckle softly, "too bad, it's the only thing keeping me quiet."

He writes more stuff down and thinks for a little bit. "okay, if I let you out of all those chains, and we literally have a no strings attached conversation, you will tell me everything?"

I nod.

Dr. Martin looks at me ecstatically, "Okay, this is gonna get me fired or killed, one of the 2, but you haven't said a word since you got here, and I'm too dam curious to risk letting the government take you to Area 51." Dr. Martin gets up and walks over to the door and knocks on it. The door opens and a guard pops his head in, "Ben, I need you to get Lawrence on the phone now, I got something good going on here I need his permission for."

Ben nods and closes the door, a few minutes later, he opens the door and brings him a phone, Dr. Martin tells Lawrence everything that just happened. He argues with this guy for awhile and then finally, he hands the phone back to Ben and he rushes it back to wherever. After a few minutes, Ben opens the door and comes walking in and takes some keys out of his pocket and gives them to Dr. Martin. Then Ben leaves and closes the door with the observation door open looking inside for safety reasons. Dr. Martin walks over to me and puts the key in one of the key holes, "now you promise to be good, because holding me hostage won't make them open the door and if you kill me, they will just wait for you to starve to death."

I look at him and nod, understanding the consequences.

Dr. Martin sighs and undoes all the locks holding me in place. As he is doing this, he is trembling and watching my every move.

Once Dr. Martin is done, he puts the keys in the pocket of his lab coat and goes back over and sits down shaking.

I sigh, "Dr. Martin, thank you for freeing me from my confines, I promise not to hurt anyone, especially you, now, ask away, and I shall tell you everything your heart desires."

With a shaky hand, Dr. Martin writes something down on his note pad. "Okay, what is your name?"

"Aaron Varus."

Dr. Martin is about to write that down, when he stops and looks at me oddly, "I want this to be right, so how do you spell your entire name?"

"Aaron, a-a-r-o-n, Varus, v-a-r-u-s."

Dr. Martin writes that down and something else with it. "Great, Great!" Then he looks up at me, "now tell me, how did you get here?"

"Well I work for the military..."

Dr. Martin eyes widen, and he interrupts me, "wow wow wow wow, one step at a time, let's just cover how you got here, then we will deal with your military situation."

Then I go through what happened and after I'm done, "then after the blue staticy wall engulfed me, I woke up here."

Dr. Martin nods, "I see, well that fills in the gaps for us, I better fill in your gaps. When you arrived here, that same blue staticy wall you described popped up in the middle of Chicago and everyone saw you come out of there unconscious, you landed on the road and almost got hit, you're lucky to have survived, your...arrival started a panic and everyone ran. Then after about 15 minutes of that, our guys show up and carefully pick you up and bring you here. In fact, you're still being talked about on the news."

I raise a brow, "really?'

"Yes, and we plan on releasing you if you aren't a threat, but you will be guarded at all times for your safety. But first things first, I need to know your involvement in the military."

"What's your clearance?"

"Alpha, why?"

I narrow my eyes, "hmmm...so you're telling me you have the lowest alpha clearance?"

He looks at me oddly, "what are you talking about; there are just 3 types of clearance, Alpha, Beta, and Omega. That's it!"

I give him a strange look, "okay, I guess that's good enough, ours is different, but no matter, because if what you told me about your world is true, then it won't matter, because my world is so much different than yours."

He writes that down, "and why is that?"

"Well, first off, I'm an Assassin, the best the north had..."

Dr. Martins eyes go wide, "assassin!?"

I nod, "yes, had you opened that door and threatened me, things would have gone down differently, in fact, I would be on the outside and long gone by now, I would have been in survival mode, I also would have killed anyone, because I can't take the chance that they would give me away."

Dr. Martin is at a loss for words as his mouth is just gaping open, "..."

"But that's not how things went down, I've learned all I need to know to determine that you're not a threat to me hopefully, but if you do try to take me to area 51, I'll escape. Now onto my world, about 20 years ago, around when I was only 3 or 4 years old, the world that you know of here, was almost no different to my world. I say almost because the biggest difference is also the only difference I see so far other than the fact that your all werewolves. You see, our 2 societies differ in our preferred sexuality, on this world it's homosexuality with males being the dominant choice, on our world it was heterosexuality with females being the dominant choice. Our worlds are now completely different because of this."

Dr. Martin finishes writing down more notes, and then looks at me, "why is that? What happened 20 years ago that put your society on a different path?"

I sit there and close my eyes, reliving what happened so many years ago as a tear rolls down my check, "civil war, it started out as protests in the early 90's. Then gay pride parades, then riots, then war. Homosexuals wanted freedom, we were considered second class citizens, we weren't allowed to get married, serve in the military openly, adopt children, and a few other things I can't remember anymore. So we protested it, and it brought out some nasty people to oppose us. The KKK even came out and lynched many young gay men and they beat the lesbians. Other hate groups followed suit, but all under the leadership of the KKK."

Dr. Martin looks at me heartbrokenly, "that's horrible, but who are the KKK?"

I look at him oddly, "how...oh, that's right, the KKK are white skinned supremacist assholes who think they are better than anyone with darker skin, is gay, and isn't Christian."

Dr. Martin looks at me in a very confused way, "I don't understand, what is there reasoning behind hating people with darker skin other than darker skin, because skin pigmentation doesn't have anything to do with an individual's personality or intelligence?"

I shake my head in agreement, "I agree, but they don't see it that way, you see they use religion to back their story up along with how minorities like those with darker skin are always in gangs and selling drugs, and that's not the case. You see they also hate anyone that isn't a "Christian," they hate gays; they hate anyone that isn't a fucking redneck. They don't need a reason to hate people; they just hate them to hate them. They don't like change, they want things to stay the way they were. They are living in the past."

He writes more notes down, "that doesn't make sense at all, but deep roots cause that, know when did the KKK start doing this? And what does KKK, stand for?"

"KKK stands for the Ku Klux Klan or The Klan, and they started shortly after the civil war and got worse from there until the 1960s when they died out after the rise of the hippies. Then they came back in the early 90's worse than ever."

Dr. Martin writes more down, "okay, now let's get back on track, what were you saying about your world, something about KKK lynching people?"

I nod, "yeah, then gays started to arming themselves at the protests, well one thing would lead to another and someone would get hot headed, it's happened to both sides, but one side would pull out some guns and blow a bunch of people away, then the other side would run away and come back a few hours later with any weapon they could find and started using it against the other side, the Government tried to step in, but it just got them mixed in and that lead to more people being killed. This was just in the early 90's; obviously it gets worse from there. Anyway, after about a month of riots, every gay guy and lesbian and even straight guys and gals that didn't like the treatment that was being given to gay people helped out. You see, gays needed help from heterosexuals, because without that help, gay people would have all been massacred, eventually, the president sided with our enemy, and together, the enemy and the government set up camps and 1 day before the government was going round us up, it leaked out to us and so we grouped together and contacted as many people as we could, then we contacted every local and state governments and asked for aid and protection from this great atrocity. That day...was the last day of the United States of America that we knew of." By this time, the tears aren't stopping and my face is turning red because of my emotions taking over. "The plan was put in place and all of New England, New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, West Virginia, Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, Wisconsin, Illinois, Minnesota, and Iowa, then it split off and covers California, Oregon, and Washington seceded from the United States of America. Of course, there were some senators, congressmen, and even some governors who didn't agree with our actions in these states, so they were silenced. Then..."

Dr. Martin holds up a finger, "hold on a minute, what do you mean by "silenced?"

"They were either pushed out of office by force or killed if they committed any traitorous acts."

He looks at me like I just threatened to kill him, "are you serious, I mean there public servants?"

I nod, "I know, but this wasn't the United States of America, this was the Allied States of America. We seceded from the United States of America."

Dr. Martin writes down some more notes, "I see, then what?"

"Then things got really bad, but we had seized all the naval ships and aircraft before any could escape, and we also took control of some armor. Of course, there were many military forces that resisted and ended up getting killed. We lost about 3,500 soldiers that day. Also, we lost 12,800 citizens."

Dr. Martin finishes writing and looks up at me, "That's horrible, what year did this happen?"

With tears streaming down my face, "April 22, 1992 9:56 pm, I'll never forget that day, that time, I was only 5 years old, I remember it like it just happened. You see, my dad was a senator to the state of Illinois and hated gays with a passion, he always said he was a good Christian; I guess that's why I never became a Christian. When he told me that we were going to go across the border and tell the others what was happening, I told a security guard while he was packing, this security guard was a good friend of mine and he had some powerful friends of his own, so when he heard what I said, he told some of those powerful friends and they...silenced him...forever."

Dr. Martin pauses while he is writing and looks up at me, "they killed your father?!"

I nod, "yes, after about 5 minutes, the security guards came in and killed him execution style, they didn't see me hiding in the closet, but when I came out, Ed, who was my friend rushed over and took me away, saying that he was sorry for what he did, but..."

Dr. Martin has stopped writing by now and is intently listening, "wait, did you father say anything before he died?"

I nod slowly, "yes, he said to Ed just before he shot him in the head, "you fucking faggot!" then Ed got this pissed off look and shot him right in the face while my father was on his knees."

Dr. Martin then writes some more notes down to catch up, "go on."

"After that, Ed took care of me, you see Ed was gay, but that's not why I'm gay. He wanted that to be something I learned on my own, so naturally, since his job was so demanding after the begging of the Allied States of America, I didn't see him much and his boyfriend was some techy that got something big once the war broke out so I was alone, most of the time. I eventually went out to the clubs and took anyone home that was nice to me, which was never a good idea, all they wanted was sex, but then again, so did I, I wanted the attention, I wanted to feel like I was being loved and cared for, even if it was just for one night, but when I woke up, they were always gone, that's when I would cry...I would cry so hard that I would fall asleep again." I shake my head, "Anyway, after that shit, I went into the military once I was of age and wanted to go on special opps after awhile, well Ed put a good word in for me and it happened, then I became an assassin after a few years and did a good job of that too. Enough about me, after the nation was ripped apart, war was declared the next day and troops were mobilized on the border. That's when all hell broke loose. We tried, but for the last 5 years we have been barely scraping by. Taxes were so high, fuck, everything was so dam high. We did get aid from other countries, but not much, and the enemy got much needed aid of course. It got so bad within our borders that Churches and other religious buildings were burnt the ground and priests were assassinated, it's even got the point to where we have death camps, so many perished, I remember having to escort a high valued target to one, he was a world war 2 vet, when we got there he said, "I remember when we freed the Jews at these camps, some would have different colors stitched to their prisoner clothing, I asked what the pink meant, one guy told me it was for gays, I said that's a good place for them, and we all laughed, now after seeing what my people have done to yours at these camps, I wish I was dead for saying that. I also never thought I would be in one either." He didn't live more than a day before he was dragged to the cremation furnaces and thrown in after he had died of exhaustion; he was the first I saw thrown in that wasn't alive."

Dr. Martin is holding his mouth, "oh my god, I never thought that anything like that could have been done again."

"It was no different from what the Nazis did, maybe even worse. I saw so much hatred as my world was torn apart that I didn't think I would have survived much longer. This world of yours is no better than mine though, because in the same circumstances, I don't think your people would have done anything different."

Dr. Martin glances up to me quickly and then back to his note pad still in shock about what I said before, "well let's hope you're wrong."

"Hope" I lower my head and chuckle, "hope isn't for the weak or the desperate, after being what I've been through, hope is for the dead men walking."

Dr. Martin looks up from his notes and is shocked by my words, "that's deep, and very sad."

I nod, "yes it is, but it gets worse. The world became more than just a battlefield, it became a wasteland. We used nukes all over the world to destroy our enemies, how I wish we could have taken all of that back."

Dr. Martin stopped me, "wait a minute, you made no indication that you were experiencing anything like that when you were jogging because even if there were pockets that weren't harmed in the initial explosions, they would still be suffocated by no sun light and cold temperatures?"

"I nod, you're most likely right, but what I'm talking about just happened within a few days of me going missing, so it was just a matter of time before the world collapsed and there was no fighting at all. We all knew the end was coming, because once the plants died, then the animals would die and then, we would die."

Dr. Martin nods, "okay, I think we can call it quits for the day. This is some pretty hardcore stuff anyway. Oh and this is plenty of information to keep you here. In fact, I don't see much of a reason to keep in this cage at all."

I nod, "that sounds great, I would like to see this Earth for what it should look like."

Dr. Martin smiles and gets out of his chair and walks over to the door, banging on it to be let out. The door opens and 3 wolves with assault rifles come in and point their weapons at me. Then Dr. Martin takes one last look at me before he leaves, he gives me a look of pity as he walks out of the room. The three guards leave one by one. Then the door is shut and I'm left alone. I get up out of my chair and go over to the sink; I turn it on and cup some water in my hands. I take my cupped hands away from the running water and look at myself in the reflection, what I see is a terrified young man who has no idea what he is doing. What am I doing here, why do I even bother to live, is this life worth it anymore, everyone I ever knew is gone, or at least they might as well be dead to me, since I won't ever see them again. But do I ever want to go back? This world gives me so much more than my world ever did. Why should I feel like I'm abandoning my people when they gave me no happiness to begin with? Not even my father gave me true happiness. Did God do this to me? No, even if God were to exist, we are but dust in the vast expanse of space. Why would someone so powerful care about someone so weak? I close my eyes and throw water onto my face. Then I take a towel and dry my face off. After that, I slowly walk over to my bed and lay down, facing the ceiling. Then the tears start seeping out running down my face and dropping to the bed. I just cry stream after stream until I fall asleep thinking about how fucked up this situation is and how alone I feel.

When I wake up there are 2 men in my cell, one of them is Dr. Martin, and the other is a werewolf in an Army Generals uniform. They are sitting at the table with 10 armed guards pointing their guns at me. I get up slowly rubbing my eyes, yawning, and stretching.

Dr. Martin speaks first, "Sit down Aaron; we have a lot to go over."

I walk over to the chair on the other side of the table and take a seat still trying to wake up. "What can I do for you gentlemen today?"

The General continues the conversation, "we have your phone here." He takes out my phone from his pocket and slides it across the table to me. "It's a pretty dammed advanced phone you got there, we tried everything to get in it, but the encryption on it was much more challenging then anything we have ever come across. So we thought you could open it and show us what's in it."

With no emotion, "you probably want to see what my earth had invented that was so nice and high-tech, well there's more than just technology here. I have proof of everything I have ever said. This device holds 10 Terabits of information, so I have room for a lot of shit. I love to catalog everything I come across, so for the past 10 years, there is video of every day of my life. I talk about what happened that day and I show you around my area or describe it and show as much as I can. I try to show what's within my 1 mile radius. This will show the fall of the United States of America along with many battles, city life, wastelands, dead people...I mean dead humans, and a lot of sex. I also tried to put the worlds societies culture within this device, every year, they have to make me another one that can hold more information, but in case I die and this device is never recovered, I had a back up in my computer at my house."

The General leans forward, "can we see a video of the Nuclear winter you were going through?"

"I will show you more than that, it's better if I explain it like this. This device holds every mathematical, scientific, and every other piece of history and technological advancement created by humanity. Some of the knowledge in here will help you better understand the world, and some, will help you destroy it."

The General is taken back, "now wait a moment here, we have been drooling over this device for about 2 months, so you had better dam well show us what is inside, or I'll have you rot in this cell for the rest of your life."

Dr. Martin buts in, "General...this is no way to treat someone that has been under this kind of stress..."

The General turns to Dr. Martin, "Now you shut up, I want what's in this device and nothing is going to stop me...nothing!"

I stare back at my phone, "I remember you very well Brigadier General Andrew Samston."

Everyone looks at me in shock, "how did you..."

I smile at him, "I remember you from my world; you were a General of the enemy. You fought very well, but you used whatever would get you victory. If that meant killing millions of innocent people, then so what, it got you more medals and territory so who cared."

The General narrows his eyes, "Show me what's on the device dam it, I won't ask again!" He stands up when saying that and slams his fists down on the table.

My smile deepens, "very well...General." I type in my password and say the password then I put each of my fingers on the finger scanner and it unlocks, I go to videos and scroll down to a specific video. I select it and then turn the device around to have it facing him, "Take a look."

The General and Dr. Martin lean in close to see the video.

It shows me running outside around a beat to shit building with bombs going off in the air, "fucking assholes, now the supplies will never get back home, I gotta move fast to catch him." I run over to the side of the building and take a peak around the corner; there are 10 guards all around the only door inside. So I look around and see a window near the top of the building, then I look around for a way up. Soon I find an old flimsy ladder and lean it up against the building. After which I climb up and go over to the window which is already broken to pieces. I slowly look through the window and see a makeshift headquarters set up. Then I slowly sneak into the building and drop down with a soft thud. After which I pull out 2 flash bangs and pull the pin to one and throw it in the middle of the headquarters, shortly after I hear a bang then I pull the pin on the other one and through in at the door, it lands next to the door and when the guards open it, a bright flash and bang resonate their senses. Then I pull out my 2 silenced pistols and start firing away, dropping anyone in site. In 10 seconds, I drop 28 people, but there's a room off to the side of the building with a light on, and someone is moving inside. I walk up to the door and kick it open and point my guns inside. There's a general inside sitting on his chair with a pistol in his hand resting on his right leg. "I've been waiting for you."

I lower my guns and slowly walk over to him, "General Andrew Samston?"

He nods, "yeah, that'd be me."

"Sir, you know why I'm here, so let's go before we are discovered."

He chuckles, "I got a better idea, I've heard you got one hell of a mouth on ya, so how about you help me relieve some...stress."

My voice gets irritable, "sir, we don't have time for this dam it."

He's grinning like a madman, "I didn't hear you...saying you don't want it."

I sigh, "fine, but I'm making this quick."

The General continues grinning, "fine with me."

I put my guns away and get on my knees and start unbuttoning his pants, then I undo his zipper. I pull his pants down and then pull his boxers free. A 9 inch uncut cock flies up hard as a rock. I grab it and immediately wrap my mouth around it, and start really working it by taking all 9 inches inside and going at it.

The General bucks upward, "dam kid, your fucking rocking my world, holly shit I never had anyone this good."

I rock my head back and forth vigorously sucking him off; I swish my tongue back and forth along the bottom of his shaft, while rubbing his head against the back of my throat, which is clearly driving him nuts.

The General is holding my head down, "dam boy, you weren't kidding about this, your dam good."

A few more minutes later.

"Fuck, I'm gonna...ah!"

I continue to suck on his cock for another 10 seconds then I slowly remove my head from his thigh area and I carry my legs over his waist and put them through the holes in the arm rest of the chair. I sit down on his lower stomach and slide down so my ass is rubbing against his cock which is slowly deflating. "Now that "that" has been taken care of, can we leave?"

He nods, "yep, I'm good, let's go."

As I'm getting up, I grab my pistol and turn it on him. He doesn't see it coming.

He gives me a big grin, "thanks for the entertainment, but I don't understand?"

I smile, "oh really, because your cock was telling me a different story?"

He looks at me fearfully, "and why is that?"

I squeeze the trigger and he drops to the floor motionless. "Even though you've provided good intelligence on the enemy. I could taste pussy on your cock you son of a bitch!"

I exit out of the video on my phone then lock it so no one but me can access it.

Dr. Martin looks at me, then the general, "so...um...let's move on."

The General paces for a few seconds by the door, then stops and looks at me freaked out, "so...you..." He turns away, ashamed of what he just saw, "that was me? I just can't believe I was so deranged." The General walks out the open door, "get me to Washington, I have to inform the president myself."

Dr. Martin watched the General leave then looks back to me in a freaked out way, "he's overreacting!"

I chuckle to myself for a little bit, "I don't think that's the right word for it."

Dr. Martin nods and lowers his head to his notes and writes more down, "yeah, well anyway, the show must go on. So do you have any records of me by chance?"

I nod and go through the process of unlocking my phone, "most likely, let me start it up again and take a look." After I unlock the phone, I go through the database and check for a Dr. James Martin. Hmm...this is interesting, but sad. "Oh my..."

Dr. Martin leans forward, "what?"

I give him a frown, "you died on July 24, 1998."

Dr. Martin raises a brow, "how? What was I doing?"

A smile creeps around my face, "I found a newspaper article for the day you died. This is your obituary, it reads, 'while trying to discover a cure for the AIDS virus, you mysteriously got HIV which formed into the AIDS virus and this eventually killed you, but due to your aggressive and tireless research, about 3 months later the cure to the AIDS virus was found by your closest friend and lover, who said that it came too late' I'm sorry, not many people had good futures in my world, and yours was horribly ironic though it paid off."

Dr. Martin nods with a disheartened expression while writing more notes down. "Do you have a description of what the cure was to the AIDS virus was?"

I look back at my phone, "..."

Well, you'll have to figure that out later, lol. It's been awhile since I wrote anything so be nice. Please leave comments and blah blah blah.