The Corvette handled like a dream. He had really missed it when he was stationed in Hawaii, but there hadn’t been an option. He just couldn’t stand the thought of shipping her over there. So many things could happen to such a beautiful ride in the week it would have taken the freighter to get to Hawaii. Scratches, dents, even theft. He shuddered just thinking about it.
Well, that’s all over now. Back in the states and behind the wheel of his 1957 classic. Life was good. Shit, life was great. His career could have gone to hell in a hand basket if NIS hadn’t handled that situation the way they did. Just have to be more careful now.
She had been such an incredible piece of ass that he just couldn’t resist it. Even if she was married and worse, enlisted. Just too bad the way things had worked out for her. But if her husband was so crazy that he could shoot up their house after finding out about something as minor as a little infidelity, she was probably lucky that she got out of that marriage when she did. Maybe he could look her up sometime down the road.
The ‘vette slid in to his assigned space at the officer’s club. Early morning game of squash with the captain and some breakfast and he’d be good to go. Probably be best to let the old fool win a game this time. With promotions coming up and all.
Luckily that incident in Pearl wasn’t on his official record. Still had a good chance to make captain himself. He gathered up his gym bag and racket and slid out of the bucket seat and began to put the top down. It was suppose to be sunny today, as usual in Biloxi, and he liked to come out of the club after breakfast and get into a sun warmed car. It being a convertible was another reason he loved that car so much
All he heard before the aluminum baseball connected with the side of his right knee was a slight whistling noise. The first blow blew out all the cartilage and severely ruptured his ACL. Before he could scream out, a large meaty paw covered his mouth and a huge hairy arm encircled his throat, at the same time turning him towards his bat wielding assailant.
The second blow shattered his knee cap into six pieces. The third shot went low and cracked his shin bone in half. He began to pass out from the incredible pain and barely could register in his mind the two huge men picking him up and sitting him on the trunk of his classic vehicle.
The second assailant, who was wearing mace filled leather gloves, wound up and punched the commander directly in the middle of his face. Fracturing his nose, knocking out all of his front teeth, and breaking the orbital bone in his left eye.
He wouldn’t be found for over a half an hour laying in the parking lot of the officer’s club. The captain he was scheduled to play squash with had stood him up.
The commander would never fully recover from his beating and was medically discharged from the service six months later due to his severely damaged knee and mental impairment. He eventually found work running a popcorn concession stand on Bourbon Street and would be killed in a armed holdup which netted the robber a grand total of $18.58 and a case of Dr. Pepper.
His beloved Corvette, which had been stolen the morning of his assault in Biloxi, had been painted a bright purple and the the numbers professionally changed.
An exotic dancer in Los Angeles drives it now.
The Green Beret was no fool. You couldn’t do the shit he had done in his life and be an idiot. But he could not believe that a woman this gorgeous would ever be sitting across a table from him. She was blonde, beautiful, and built like a brick shithouse. Really built. Almost like she pumped iron.
When he saw her staring across the bar at him, he actually had turned around and looked behind him. He couldn’t understand why she was looking at him. He was in good shape. Had to be in his line of work. But he had to admit that he was not what most woman would consider good looking. He was balding, had horrible acne scars from childhood,and a slight hairlip.
She had walked over and asked if that seat had been taken. They had been talking for almost three hours and drinking like it was their last night on earth. Iced vodka. It wasn’t his normal drink of choice, he was normally a beer man, but it was her choice and that was AOK with him. But fuck! She could drink it like a stevedore. He was getting awfully fucked up. But not so fucked up that when she asked him if he had ever killed a man that he let the cat out of the bag. He had just acted coy and gave her a sly wink.
He had killed a man. Actually, he had killed fourteen men. Three ragheads during the Gulf war, and eleven government contract hits. Even a special forces brother over in Pearl Harbor.
That had rubbed him the wrong way, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The money was good and he didn’t have much choice in the matter anymore. Have to follow orders.
“Let’s go up to my room.” That got his attention back.
“Yes, mam.” He tried not to stagger as he stood up.
As soon as they walked into her room she pulled her dress up over head, revealing a black bra, black panties, and a matching garter belt. Shit, she was even wearing high heels. Just like a Penthouse magazine model.
“I’ve got some great coke.” She smiled at him. “I don’t do drugs.” Piss tests and all.
“I only fuck men who do coke with me. It makes it better.”
“OK.” He didn’t care if she wanted him to smoke her used tampon, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass. Piss test or not.
She pulled out a silver vial and cut four long lines on a mirror for them with a razor blade. She handed the mirror and a rolled up fifty dollar bill to him.
“You first. Just plug one nostril and inhale the line. One for each side.”
He snorted up both lines like a good soldier. The effect was immediate. The room began to spin and his whole body felt like rubber. He felt like he had to throw up but when he stood up his legs gave out and he crashed head first into the wall. He barely could make out the woman getting dressed and walking by him.
“Where? Where are you going?” It sounded like he was talking in a tunnel. All he could see was her stiletto heels until she squatted down and her face came into his field of vision.
“You are a tough guy, aren’t you? You just snorted up a third of a gram of absolute pure China White heroin.”
Her face disappeared and down the long tunnel he thought he heard a door open and close. He slowly rolled over on to his back and fell into a long deep, deep sleep.
The maid who had to clean the room after the body was removed had pissed and moaned for a week that she couldn’t get the stains out of the carpet.