Ben 10 Porn Story: Choices Chapter 9

Hawk
never bothered
to offer Paul Burnett a seat. He leaned backward
in his high-back, black leather chair and steepled
his two index fingers against his chin as he regarded the Lieutenant.
After about a minute he finally spoke. “Are you sure you did
not see anything or anyone while you were searching?”

Slightly
insulted,
Paul spoke in his defense. “Sir, I already told you that I
never saw anything. My report is right here.” Paul assumed
that he could sit down, so he moved towards the chairs situated
across from Hawk.

“I
have not said you may
sit down, Lieutenant.” Hawk stated matter-of-factly.

Paul
looked at the General, with
a shocked expression on his face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I read your
report and I think you are hiding something.” Hawk watched the
younger man in front of him, gauging his response.

Paul
nervously shifted his eyes around the room. “Look, General,
I told you that I didn’t see anything. It was pretty windy. My
pilot had a hard time keeping us at a level that I could not…

“So,
you are saying the reason you could not see anything was the fault of
one of my best helicopter pilots?” Hawk interrupted
incredulously.

“Well,
no, not really,” Paul stammered. “It was
Mother Nature’s fault. I know just as well as any pilot that you
can’t fight the winds of Mother Nature.” He glared at Hawk,
trying to figure out what this little extra debriefing session was
all about.

Hawk
stood up
behind his desk and leaned down on his fists. “I think you are
lying. I think you saw something up there and refuse to say
anything,
hoping
one your biggest obstacles would be out of the way.”

“How
dare you say that?” Paul
responded in
outrage,
forgetting he was in the presence of a general. I
am a Lieutenant in the United States Navy. I save lives, not lose
them.”

General
Hawk stood tall and intimidating behind his big oak desk. He gave
Paul a glare that had caused
many a green shirt to ask for reassignment. “You are out of
line Lieutenant!”

Paul
took a step
back from the angry General. “I’m sorry, Sir, but your
allegations are false. I did not see anything.”

Hawk
turned to his window that overlooked part of the tarmac and saw the
two lone Tomahawks take off. “Very well,” he said as he
turned back around. “You may go. But rest assured, if I find
out that you are doing what I hope you are not doing, I will make you
wish you were never found. Do I make myself clear, Lt. Burnett?”

“Yes, Sir,”
Paul replied, standing at attention.

“Good,
now get out of my sight,
Hawk said as he sat back down and started shuffling files again.

Paul exited the General’s office and for one second
leaned against the door. He breathed a sigh of relief before he
proceeded to stalk down the hallway. He was livid at
the insinuations that Hawk threw at him. He was angry that he had
gotten out of line. But mostly, he was pissed that his own wife was
betraying him and refusing to talk to him. “Damn,” he said
as he tightened his fist, punching the wall, before heading back
across base.

Cover Girl, still
dressed as Lady Jaye,
walked from the women’s barracks
towards the recreation
building,
making sure that Paul saw her.

Paul
rounded the corner after he smashed his tightened
fist into the wall. He walked outside and stopped. He
saw his wife walking across the base heading
towards
the Recreation room. She was alone. He
was going to get some answers this time,
he swore to himself.

“Alison!”
He hollered after her as he ran towards
her.

Cover Girl acted
as if she didn’t hear him as she approached
the
building.

He
called out her name again, but still she ignored him. “Hey,”
he said, as he came up behind her
and
grabbed
her shoulder, a little more roughly than necessary. “What is
going on?” he
demanded.

Cover Girl turned
around. “Ow!” She exclaimed, sounding just like Lady
Jaye.
“Go away Paul.”
She turned once again and moved quickly away from him.

“Damn it, Alison!” he
yelled. “Stop running away. We need to talk.” He stood
firm, glaring at her as she turned back towards him.

“I
don’t want to talk.” Cover
Girl glared
at him. “Now leave me alone!”

They approached the entrance in such a way
that allowed Paul to trap her.
He grabbed her by the arm and forced her against the doorway. “I’m
sorry Love,
but if you will not talk to me civilly,
then I’ll have to out-strength you.”

“OW!”
Cover Girl growled
before kneeing him between his legs.

Paul jumped sideways, causing her to
miss her intended target, but receiving a smarting jar to his inner
thigh.
“I got your number baby. Now, are you going to talk to me, or
do I have to get more physical?”

“Man
youd
better let her go or I’ll crush you like a tin can,” Roadblock
rhymed as he grabbed a hold
of Paul’s arm.

Paul
looked up at the dark-skinned man. He saw two more soldiers behind
him. He released Cover Girl’s
arm, glaring back at the man. “This is between me and my wife.
May
we have some privacy?”

“Paul,
I’ve already made plans with these guys and I am NOT going to break
them. Now let me leave,”
Cover Girl stated
as she walked over by Roadblock.

Paul
stared at her, “Alison, we have to talk, and I would rather not
make a scene. Why don’t you just come with me, to my room, so we can
talk this out?
Everything seems to be a … misunderstanding.”

“You
don’t want to talk, you want to demand, you want to order. I’m not
that way and I’m not going,
Cover Girl screeched
as she started to walk past him.

Paul
grabbed her arm, catching her
completely off guard
as she tried to walk away and
pulled her back towards him. He
slapped her across the face. His eyes blazed, “I told you I
want to talk to you NOW!” he
said as
shoved her into the door frame.

Roadblock
pulled Paul roughly away from Cover
Girl and
punched him in the gut. “Didn’t yo
momma ever teach you not to hit a lady.”

The air left Paul’s lungs as RB punched him. He
crippled over slightly before he regained some of his breath, then he
took a swing at Roadblock. “And didn’t your momma ever tell you
that you fight like a girl, he sneered

Roadblock
caught Paul’s fist in his hand and began applying
pressure to it. “I have no time for you.”

Shipwreck
came over to assist. “You know, Navy boys should know better
than to hit a girl. You’re not very bright are you, swabby?”

“Guys,
just leave him and
let’s go play pool,” Cover
Girl said
as she opened the Rec Room door.

“Yeah,”
Roadblock
said as he let go of Paul’s hand and turned to go inside.

Paul
foolishly attempted to follow when Shipwreck socked him
in the jaw. “Stay away from her, or you’ll be answering to all
of us,”
he
warned.

Clutch
laughed as he walked past Paul
and into the Rec Room.
Once
the door was shut Roadblock walked over to Cover
Girl.
“Alright Cover Girl,
why are you dressed as Jaye?”

“It’s
a long story, Block,”
she
said as she rubbed her face where Paul had hit her.

“You
alright?” Roadblock
said as he lifted her chin to look at her face.

Shipwreck
left the room but returned quickly,
“Here
is some ice, doll face.”

“I’m fine guys,”
Cover Girl said as
Shipwreck
tried to apply the ice to her face but
she grabbed the bag from him. “I said, I’m fine. Let’s play
some pool.”

Clutch
made sure Paul had left.
“Man that is supposed to be Jaye’s husband and he didn’t
realize that you weren’t her. That’s pathetic. We knew who you were
from a distance.” He walked over to the pool table and grabbed
a cue.
“Who’s your partner, Court?”

She
glanced at her friends. “I can always count on my true friends.
I really didn’t think he would go all spastic
on me. Thanks for being in the right place at the right time,”
she said, smiling brightly.

“Any
time,” Roadblock
and Clutch said at the same time

“Why
are you dressed as Jaye
anyway though? Where is she?”
Shipwreck

Cover Girl
briefly explained the game plan
as they got their pool sticks and
readied themselves for a game.