Samuel

Chapter 3

SamuelMorris held the smaller man by the nape of his neck and stared into his eye with intense urgency. His plan was falling apart rather quickly. Milo should have never left his seat. He planned to get Devon out of here before Milo even noticed. But of course, Devon didn’t listen.

“But I don’t want to go down th…”Milo tried to plead with the larger man as Samuel moved his hands to his shoulder and started pushing him down. The harder Samuel pushed, the more he felt Milo’s resistance, but he didn’t care.

“We have no time!”This whole thing was really going to hell fast for Sam.

He dated Devon about 10 years ago. She was his dream girl. Beautiful blonde hair, innocent face with soft kissable lips, perky full breasts, tight body, and ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. More than just her body, though, was her personality. She was a sweetheart, so willing to help those who needed it. He actually met her while volunteering at a homeless shelter as a resource aid. He was undercover, trying to break up a **** ring that was using unhoused individuals as their mules. When he first checked into the shelter, he was taken aback by how thoughtful the young woman was. He wasn’t the smartest man, but he was really good at reading people. That’s what drew him to law enforcement and the bureau. He could always tell when someone was lying or had alternative motives. But that wasn’t the case with Devon; she was genuine, and that was something he wasn’t used to. He was at the shelter for about 5 weeks before he broke the case, and his team busted the ring leader. He usually hated jobs like that, but he got to spend 5 weeks with Devon, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

“Michael, I don’t understand. You're a cop?” She asked him with disbelief and a little anger in her eyes, “Rodger… My boss….he sells ****?”

“I know this is a lot, Devon. But yes, I am an undercover agent for the FBI's **** enforcement team. Rodger was using your residents as mules. HE was bribing them with free housing and a small amount of income.”

“Is Michael even your real name?” She asked, still with a small amount of fear in her eyes.

“No. My name is Samuel Morris.”

“It's nice to meet you, Samuel.”

The next six months were the best of Samuel's life. After an assignment, he always got about 3 months off to recoup, and since he wrapped up the case rather quickly, he actually got over 6 months off. That whole time was spent with Devon. They were young and in love. The days were right out of a romantic comedy, walks in the park, cooking dates at home, and steamy nights. Not only were they compatible in daylight, but they were also very compatible in the sheets. Samuel was definitely a dom. HE stepped in, and he was in charge; he demanded that, and Devon loved being taken. She was Samuels's and she knew it, and so did he. Sadly, like most things, the honeymoon stage wouldn’t last forever.

“You have to go on assignment?” Devon asked as she snuggled up to her lover, both of their bodies glistening with sweat. Her pussy ached from the size of her man, and her ass stung from the red handprint-sized welt on her rear.

*pant* “Yeah, I’m sorry, babe, but they need me on the East Coast,” Samuel said, wishing he could give more information. He almost thought about quitting, but this was a big case. Easily his biggest. The Russian mob had been using mass marketing to orchestrate a massive human and **** trafficking ring that spread internationally. If he and his team were successful, this job would definitely get him out of the field and into a nice office job. That meant more normalcy, that meant no more disappearing for months at a time. That meant maybe he could actually start a life with Devon.

“What does that mean for us?” She said with more than a hint of grief in her voice, “How long will you be away?”

“It's really hard to say,” He responded, giving her body a squeeze. “Everyone is going off-grid for this one, not just the field operatives. I shouldn’t even be telling you this, honestly. The few times we have tried to take these guys down, they have wiped out the whole team, and sometimes even their families,” he said, outloud for the first time, and the gravity of this whole situation really started to sink in. This was very dangerous, and he knew what he needed to do to protect the women he loved.

“It sounds like this means we are done,” Devon answered her own question as she sat up and scooted away from her lover.

“Devon, please.”

“No, Samuel , it's fine. I get, I really do,” she said, holding back the tears. “This could be your last job. This could mean an actual future for us.”

“Yeah, it could, but this is a long j..”

“I don’t care, I will wait!” She cut him off, facing him again

“You don’t have to do that, Devon, please.” he could not ask her to do that; she was a beautiful woman, and he, in good conscience, could not keep her from the world.

“No, it's perfect! I just got that paralegal job, and I am going to apply for law school next spring, so I will be plenty busy!” She said quickly and with the excited nerves you get when you realize you are lying to yourself, but desperately want to believe it.

“Babe, this could be years, and I need to know you're safe, so I want you to move on.”

“Fine. We can break up,” she said with newfound determination in her voice, “But I will never move on from you,” She said rather playfully as she pushed against my chest. "Just prove my dedication. Let me say a proper goodbye,” She finally said as she forcefully grabbed my dick.

Samuel didn’t have the heart to tell Devon that his going into hiding meant more than what it sounded like. He watched the news story of the accident on the internet that left one dead, Him. He thought she must be so heartbroken, devastated, but it was for the best. He had to die to keep her and everyone associated with him safe, and she couldn’t know. If he got caught or spotted and the syndicate knew he was involved in taking them down, they would go after her. She had to believe he was dead. That was ten years ago, ten years of different identities, false leads, tracking down leaders only to have them disappear like trying to grab smoke. He had checked on her periodically to see how she was doing. Through the years he spent stalking her on social media, Samuel learned that Devon had dated a few men, but nothing serious. She was still her fun-loving self, but for some reason, she never seemed to commit. That helped him power on. Maybe there was a chance for them yet, a future where they could get back together. Then fate decided to play a cruel joke; his team got a break in the case. The Lancaster family, a huge advertising firm that had a large sum of money being funneled into them through numerous different legal and accounting firms, the biggest one being Horace & Wallz. Horace & Wallz had ties to Eastern European oligarchs and organized crime, but no solid evidence. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the Lancasters’ oldest son had graduated from Stanford Law, at the top of his class, and got a job at that same law firm. When they started digging, it became apparent that this Milo Lancaster didn’t earn those grades. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this Milo kid was a moron, the definition of nepotism. He had used his family connections to push his way into a great job with benefits. A job that also employed the love of his life. That was a coincidence. When they started dating and got married, that was bad luck. He hated who she wound up with, a shrimp who thought his masculinity was tied to the size of his wallet. Samuel knew that was the only thing that Samuel had that was bigger than his own. He started following Milo, purely for work reasons, of course. Day by day, he hated this man-child. HE was egotistical, entitled, and a cheater. He prayed that eventually she would wise up and leave him. Then the day came. First, it was an informant who reported that a hit was actually coming out against the Lancaster family. This led them to catch a deal going down. The hit was on Milo Lancaster. Samuel hated how happy it made him that the boy who got his women, maybe taken care of, he knew it was wrong. More information came through that week.

“Oh no,” Samuel said to himself as he read the report. It looks like the syndicate was going to stage a malfunction and blow up a plane that Milo had boarded. Only one civilian casualty was also at risk. Milo’s wife. Devon Lancaster.

“Sir, we have to intervene!”

“Why? We need to see what response this Milo Lancaster hit gets. That could be the break we have been waiting for.”

“But nothing shows that this kid is even connected. What if they're going after the family, and he is innocent?”

“That's a risk we've got to take.”

“What about Devon!?”

“That stupid girl? Agent Stone, I understand you dated this girl briefly, but we cannot risk this mission”.

Samuel had to think fast if he was going to save Devon. “But what if the hit is on her instead of Milo?!”This made his boss stop and look at the agent who had desperation in his eyes, “Do you think it's a coincidence that she started dating me just before I was going to go after the syndicate? Or how someone who had close ties to me is now married to a member of the Lancaster family. The only lead we have.” Samuel had spewed this bullshit totally on the spot. It was a hail marry, and he hoped it worked. The captain stared at him, expecting more. “So here’s my plan. I intercept the assist prior to the hit on Lancaster. We bring her in and offer her witness protection if she turns over all the information she has. We use this and hopefully get more.”

“You don’t have proof that she is even involved,” the captain shot back skeptically.

“Yes, but she works for the law firm that has shady dealings, she is married to a family that maybe part of the syndicate, she is too close to all of us for us to just let her die!”. The captain continued to sit in contemplative silence.

“Fine. But try to save both if you can,” Samuel thought on that final command. “Save both, if you can”. If Samuel couldn’t save both, then that would mean it would be him and his love in hiding for a few weeks. He could have a chance to get her back. It would just be the two of them, with a fake identity, maybe one where they were already together. Samuel began formulating his plan. He worked with his team to develop a plan for extraction. He would go to the airport solo. When he infiltrated the staff, he would have two chances to get her out, and one to get himself out as well. He made sure she was flagged for a TSA check. That would give him one chance. If he could get her alone, then they could sneak out together. If it wasn’t safe, he would have another chance once they were on board their plane. Intel said this was when the syndicate would take them out. More than likely, multiple explosives would be hidden within the plane, set a timer with either a timer or remote detonation. More than likely a timer. A remote detonator means that whoever held the trigger would have to be nearby. Samuel knew them, and he was begging to figure out how they thought. They set traps and funneled their visitors to those traps. So more than likely, those bombs got placed days before, and then they would place them in the trap, alone. This organization was not about being messy or causing terror. They did direct, calculated hits that benefited them and their interests and allowed them to operate in the shadows. In secret.

The day of the mission was here. He put on his silicone 3d printed nose, brow, and hair. He didn’t need to go in a Lazarus pod. His body didn’t need swapping, just his face, so they could go low tech. Plus, that means they could save money for Devon's disguise. He hopes they would make an identity she would enjoy. He actually created a few identities that she could choose from. Yes, the general identity was a little demeaning, but it would work. He didn’t tell his team he didn’t make any for Milo. It weighed heavily on his conscience, but he had no intention of saving the sleazy boy. He was used to making hard decisions, just not really for selfish reasons.

He was able to get in with TSA with no trouble and flagged Devon for a sweep. He got her away from the crowd and took longer than expected to search her. He promised the rest of his team that it was because he was waiting for his window to get her away, but if he was being fully honest, it was because he had wanted to be close to her since he left her. Once she regained Milo, he knew he had one other chance, and that was to sneak into the bathroom. The syndicate would isolate them on the plane until the time bomb detonated. The only trouble was that he had no idea when the timers were set to go off. Hypothetically, they could go off before he even snuck on. It didn’t matter, though; he only had one chance to save her, and that was what he was going to do. He had ditched his TSA get-up and took out a flight crew member with a sleeper hold and done his clothes. He was able to slip into the belly of the plane as he loaded up the luggage. He had to be fast. HE easily removed the plane's toilet, and he was in. He just had to grab her and go. But, he was skeptical he could get her to leave Milo to die. As he cracked open the door, he heard her

“Hello?” Devon had left his seat and was looking for someone. She was probably trying to figure out what was happening. His prayers had been answered; she was alone, and they could go without a third wheel. Samuel left for action.