NSA Unzipped and Exposed

“For you Sir,” Montgomery said to JoSam as he entered the waiting Learjet, and handed him the two bottles of wine. JoSam looked surprised.
“Let’s save these for our return trip to Georgia. Originally we planned to stay overnight, but the job went so well today we can return home early. I need to attend a Pentagon meeting tomorrow morning.” JoSam touched a button signaling to the pilot we were ready for take off. Miss High Diddle-Diddle took our drink orders with her man catcher antenna poised in Montgomery’s direction.
“ I’ll have coffee and Mr. Lopez would have a coke.” Montgomery sternly said.
“Since this is such a short twenty minute flight to Washington, DC, I’ll get directly to the assignment. Here are copies of the diagrams of the Congressman Hall and their offices,” I said, as I passed them out. “There are only two phones in the Anderson offices according to Chesapeake and Potomac Telephone Company. Of course the Capitol has the Information Switchboard. One of Congressman Anderson’s phones is answered by a part-time secretary, and his inner private office telephone has an answering machine. I am thinking——-” JoSam, interrupted,
“Thanks to bugs placed in the Delaware office we know his Capitol office is vacant because Anderson’s Secretary is helping with the Campaign event in Dover which is only sixty-five miles from her apartment in the D.C. area. A very quick IN and OUT will be enough.” JoSam said.
“We no longer need to search for documents,” I explained. We only need to do the bug placement quickly. I will call a Yellow Cab Taxi to meet our aircraft at the Airport. I’d ask the driver to wait for you at the Capitol and bring you back. I know the phone number. Do you need anyone else besides Montgomery to do this job, David?” I asked.
“You have it correct, Mr. Lopez,” David answered.
“Another lucky stroke, forty-three degrees in Washington, DC without snow or drizzle to damage our invisible infiltration,” Montgomery beamed.
I called Yellow Cab Taxi and gave them the expected time for our arrival. We landed in less than five minutes. David and Montgomery walked across the tarmac to a waiting Yellow Cab beside the ground transportation sign.
“Miss, take this credit card and bring back a full dinner for us to eat on the long leg back to Georgia. I want the very best wine, garden salad, lobster bisque soup, fillet-mignon medium rare, a loaded baked potato, and vegetables with garlic bread for everyone. Lopez, what do you want for dessert?” JoSam asked.
“Chocolate cake.”
Miss High Diddle-Diddle descended JoSam’s Learjet with credit card in hand as I watched her pumping behind move like two Costa Rica monkey’s in a tight purple sack until she was out of sight.
Colonel caught my gaze and laughed.
“Cool your jets, Lopez. You are only seventeen.”
“I beg your pardon Mr. Hollander, I am seventeen and one half soon to be eighteen in May. I got this silly Jon, Jon hair cut and didn’t even need to use it! No girl over the age of twelve will even look in my direction.”
“Don’t whine,”he laughed, “You are too young for her style.”
Russ and Colonel Hollander moved into the recliner chairs as I watched JoSam’s strange demeanor. He checked to see if the phone was within his reach, pulled his legs up into his chair in his gargoyle pose, folded his arms around his legs like bat wings, and his eyes became vacant of any present awareness.
“Is he all right?” I whispered to Russ.
“Perfectly fine! He has gone into his Strategy Mode. We need to be quiet,” Russ whispered as he reclined his chair into a flat bed level to take his nap. I continued to watch JoSam with his eyes wide open but never moved or focused. I watched him for thirty-minutes until my head began to nod into a nap of its own.
When I woke from my tiny nap I saw both Colonel Hollander and Russ in deep sleep. JoSam was still in his Gargoyle Strategy Mode, and his eyes looked like bulging blue glass bowls hanging on a wall. I looked out the window and saw Miss High Diddle-Diddle walking towards the plane with three men following her as they watched her purple stretch pants and carried sacks and cartons of food. I got the front view and saw that her pants were so tight the V of the crotch was a W. One man entered the rear door of the plane and placed the items into the galley. He wrapped himself around the front of Miss High Diddle-Diddle and rubbed himself against her protruding cleavage. She flirtatiously backed away and handed him her phone number. This woman was so hot she melted the Washington, snow as she passed by. l wondered if she was the kind of woman who could ever be sexually satisfied.
I assessed my own satisfaction, and knew I was grateful for my job and my friends. I was amazed how well the Special Five worked together, like a well oiled machine. I was lucky for this life. Another hour passed when Montgomery and Russ returned to the Learjet fifty-eight, and JoSam became alert. “How did it go?” he asked.
“Security was lack! We didn’t even register for the tour. We easily followed the diagram of the Congressional Building Angelo gave to us. We breezed in did our work and walked out never meeting anyone who questioned us. You would never know there was a cold war going on. David and I found a locked safe. I opened it just out of curiosity and found another one-hundred thousand dollars in stacked bundles of hundred dollar bills,” Montgomery reported.
“Special Five this had been a good days work!” JoSam said, as Miss High Diddle-Diddled alerted the pilot ready for takeoff.
“What can I get you gentleman to drink before I serve your dinner?” she asked.
“Give us all wine and one coke.”JoSam ordered. I devoured the beautiful steak dinner, drank the coke, and rested contentedly.