Switching Sides
Chapter 16
The weekend was far too short. We wanted to spend more time with the boys and with the new drug dosage we'd received. But ambassadorial duties trumped all else.
The first day of the week brought a new secret diplomatic pouch from Aldig. I distributed the contents and returned to my office. My calendar was open, but I had made a note on it to contact the Aldig Intelligence Ministry and find out what seemed to be a withholding of information. My first contact was with the Minister himself. We had developed an excellent working relationship as well as a friendship. After exchanging pleasantries about families and so forth, he asked me what was on my mind. I told him about the conversation I'd had with my intelligence attaché and his suspicion that information he needed was withheld from him.
The Minister asked for specifics about what was being withheld. There was no way of knowing what I didn't know, so I told him what I did know. There was a pause at the other end of the conversation. "You were right to call me," the Minister finally said. "You and your attaché are missing some critical information. I need to check on this end to see who is doing the withholding and why. Meanwhile, let me bring in the woman who is in charge of the Faldo desk to give you a full briefing."
"And I'll bring in my attaché so he'll hear what he needs to hear, rather than have it filtered through me," I suggested.
"I'll contact you again in ten minutes," the Minister concluded and broke the connection.
The Minister was late in returning my call, but he had his reasons. I later found out that he was taking that extra time to remonstrate against the supervisor of the Faldo desk for not knowing what her people were doing. Additionally, he told her that the person responsible for withholding the information from us would be fired. What made matters worse was that she knew that the supervisor of agents who were the contacts for the embassies was of the opinion that Faldo should fail. She should have supervised him more closely or asked specific questions of her employees about their instructions on withholding information.
Of course, the responsible person had protested his innocence. He said he was only giving the embassies solid information, not rumors or probabilities. His defense was so weak that he knew he was going to be looking for other employment. He was fired on the spot. The Minister reported this problem to the King. To say that King was not happy would be a profound understatement. He was livid! The miscreant was banned from any future government service. If the King could, he would have banished him from Aldig. But, the best he could do was to kick him out of the capital city and ban him from ever returning. The miscreant was entitled to his opinion, but as an employee of the government, it was his duty to carry out government policy, not circumvent or undermine it.
After a full briefing by the Minister and the supervisor of the Faldo desk, my attaché was satisfied that he had all the information he needed to write another report for me that made more sense. I asked him to have that report finished by the end of the work week. Again, he should parse it into three sections, leaving out the fourth section that pinpointed his problems with the Intelligence Ministry at home. Depending on how it was phrased, I would share at least some of this report with the First Minister of Faldo. Otherwise, I'd create my own summary to present.
I asked my secretary to ask for an appointment with the First Minister next week, at the minster's convenience. The appointment was made for the second day of the following week in mid-morning.
Mid-week we decided that we needed another hit of the "horny drug" that we'd enjoyed so much over the weekend. We put the boys to bed a little early, put a gelatin strip on our tongues and took a quick, soapy run through the shower. By the time we got into the bedroom, Persid had his hard dick up my ass and was pounding me. I got up on the bed on all fours and he followed very closely, never allowing his dick to pull out. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying the building pleasure of his impending climax.
Seconds later, I was flooded with a big load of his baby batter. He couldn't stop fucking me, even though his climax was history. I didn't want him to stop, either. However, my need to breed soon took over my need to get fucked and I pulled away. Before I could get him on the bed for my turn, he had stuffed his face deeply between my ass cheeks. He ate me out like a starving man. It felt so good that I forgot for a moment about my need to load his ass. But, I needed to breed. I couldn't put it off any longer. But, Persid was insistent. He pulled me back into position and worked his tongue even deeper up my rump. I may have already mentioned this, but Persid is the best ass eater I've ever encountered. He should give lessons and charge for them. We'd be millionaires!
Finally, I got out of position and pulled him on to the bed. His hard dick waved at me as I flipped him on to his back and pressed my dripping dick into his hungry manhole. Persid grabbed my black ass and pulled me hard into him. "Yeah! Just like that!" he moaned. "Fuck that ass, Baby!" he urged.
I set up a fucking motion that I knew we'd both enjoy. Unfortunately, we were enjoying it too much. He'd delayed me from my hunger to breed, so it was all over a few seconds later. I really did want this to last a little longer. Minutes, for instance. But, I was far too horned up to delay the effects of the drug. With a strangled cry of pleasure, I pumped a load of gigantic proportions into him. He begged for me to continue, so I fucked him harder and deeper. He couldn't get enough.
My climax receded slowly, but I couldn't stop. He pushed me off him and forced me to turn around. His face burrowed into my ass again. Of course, I groaned with pleasure. His hard dick was waving in my face and I knew I couldn't resist the taste of a cummy dick that had just bred me. I closed my lips over his hard dick and sucked, pulling him as deeply as my throat allowed, whipping my tongue over the sensitive head.
Persid's hips thrust upward as a muffled cry vibrated my ass cheeks. I tasted fresh nutt in my mouth. Yeah, he was nutting again and I was getting it directly from his big, pink spigot. This special drug was miraculous. So much nutt poured out of his dick after such a short time since the last load. He rolled me off of him, but didn't release me. He decided that I deserved the same kind of sexual release. So, he pulled my dick into his mouth and sat on my face. I could taste and smell ass and nutt immediately. I dove in, working my face deeply between his beautiful ass melons and savoring the scent and taste of a well fucked manhole.
I blew a load down his throat almost as quickly as he's sprayed my throat a few minutes ago. The drug continued to work its magic. That caused more breeding to ensue. I think it was pretty even as to the number of times we bred and felched each other. We knew we needed sleep, or we'd be pretty wasted at the embassy tomorrow. But, we needed to breed and nutt more. We did finally sleep, but it was interrupted every hour or so for another round of cream delivery. If it hadn't been for the nanny and the boys making noise in the morning, we'd have slept at least two more hours.
The rest of this week was mundane, which allowed me several opportunities to entertain the boys in our residence. Persid was able to join me on several of those occasions. But, there was one appointment near the end of the week that was memorable. Dispol and my intelligence attaché told me of some very concerning rumors about the Patriarchs and the rumored coup. I shared that with the Aldig Intelligence Ministry immediately thereafter. The timing was still unknown, but the target was the First Minister and his offices. The Intelligence Minister told me to avoid going to that building if at all possible. I replied that I already had an appointment with the First Minister and it would be rude to cancel on a rumor. The Intelligence Minister pressed the issue by reminding me that the embassy was also in the rumor mill as a possible target.
The First Minister knew of this rumor and had acted to beef up his own security in the Ministry building with additional army companies on alert. They would be able to respond within two minutes of notification. I hoped that was true and not bravado. I had been invited to earlier demonstrations of the army's prowess and was underwhelmed. But, the First Minister did promise to add additional army forces to the few that were already providing security for the embassy beginning immediately.
When we left for the appointment with the First Minister, I was escorted by several well-armed army vehicles as well as by Persid as my assistant, and Dispol acting as my driver and personal security. My army escort remained outside the First Ministry, but about a block away. At this point, there was no need to alarm the public.
We walked in through the reinforced, glass front door of the Ministry and told the receptionist that we were there to see the First Minister. He recognized me immediately and had someone else usher us into the vestibule of the First Minister's suite of offices. Moments later, Persid and I were seated in his expansive office. He offered us refreshments (which we declined) and got right to the point.
"First Minister," I began, "I have two report summaries I'd like to share with you. Unfortunately, due to their sensitive nature, I can't leave copies with you." He nodded his understanding. "And because of that nature, would it be possible for us to take a stroll in your gardens and discuss them?" I knew that the gardens had electronic scramblers placed at intervals around the perimeter. They would prevent any eavesdropping.
He smiled. "I understand the need for absolute secrecy on potentially incendiary subjects. There is always the possibility of our conversations being intercepted by people who shouldn't be privy to our deliberations." He rose from his desk and ushered me outside. Persid stayed in the doorway to the gardens. These were items that should only be discussed between an ambassador and the First Minister. I had handed him one report about our understanding of what was going on with the Patriarchs and their rumored coup attempt. He read it with interest and then handed it back to me. "Yes, we are aware of the detail, but not of the timing. However, you have given me a couple more names that I didn't have. How certain are you of the names of these conspirators?"
"It would seem Minister that we should expect that all of them are involved. As you've read, of the twelve Patriarchs, only two names are missing," I replied. He nodded. "And mentioned several times in our, uh, `research' is the Grand Patriarch."
"He hasn't been shy about his disdain for me and the powerbase that doesn't include him. He's been particularly vocal that there must be membership of several of the Patriarchs on the Council of Ministers in the government. That, of course, is up to the people to decide, and they have decided not to include them in their government."
"Your people are wise," I smiled. "And they've had two elections already to determine otherwise. It wasn't like the Patriarchs didn't put up a slate of candidates. They lost. When the people speak, deal with it."
"I've mentioned that to them, but they don't think the people are smart enough to make that decision," he sighed. "I haven't made mention of that to anyone outside of the government, so please keep that confidential." I nodded my agreement. "But this planned coup of theirs does have me very concerned. We've added additional manpower to guarding buildings and critical infrastructure, but we don't have the staff or the funds to do this forever."
"My sources tell me that their attempted coup will be sooner rather than later," I suggested.
"But, yet, we still don't know how soon sooner is, do we?" he sighed again. I shook my head to the negative.
"The second matter may help you in cutting off the head of the serpent," I suggested. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "It has come to my attention that the Tax Department has information that directly connects the Grand Patriarch and the Minister of Justice to the murder of Raddig." Again, the First Minister raised an eyebrow. "The perpetrators who committed the murder were executed." The Minister nodded. "However, due to the influence of the Minister of Justice, the person or persons behind the murder were never sought out. He had the culprits and didn't go farther. However, I have documentary evidence that the Grand Patriarch had an audience with Raddig just a few days before the murder." I handed the First Minister the report. "As you can see in the report, funds were transferred from the private account of the Grand Patriarch to the Minister of Justice. That same amount was split three ways to the convicted felons. Bank transfers don't lie." The minister looked up and nodded again. "And there is sworn testimony from the investigators, also included in the report that they were told by the Minister of Justice that the perpetrators had been apprehended and justice had been served. There was no need to waste Ministry of Justice funds in pursuing ghosts. The investigators also swear that they examined the bank statements of the murderers and found suspiciously large funds suddenly appearing in their accounts immediately before the assault. Their agreed conclusion was that someone had paid them to commit the murder."
The First Minister glanced up for a moment and then returned to reading the report. After another minute, he closed the report and handed it back. "This creates a whole new possibility for me. We have to handle this delicately and not tip him off that there is an investigation underway. And it must exclude the Minister of Justice as well. I never did trust that man, but his credentials were impressive and I had no reason not to appoint him. And I'll need to have a quiet investigation into the persons who recommended him to see if they are also implicated in the plot to overthrow this government."
"Clearly, this is an internal matter, First Minister," I said as we turned and headed back toward his suite of offices. "Most of this information is already available to you. I've included the names of the investigators in the report. It might be a good idea to have a short, secret meeting with them. You can always say that they came forward with the information, but were afraid for their lives. So, they wanted that secret meeting."
"A sound approach," the First Minister replied.
Persid and I left the First Minister at the garden doorway and walked down the hallway to the front door. Dispol met us there. His face showed grave concern. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"The same men have walked by the building several times," he whispered. "It looks suspicious, so I've asked one of the guards to accompany us to our vehicle. The Captain of the Guard has been alerted and he's posted more men in the lobby just behind us. If things start to go sideways, I want you to run as fast as you can back into the building. It is safer there than on the sidewalk or in our vehicle. Any questions?"
I didn't know what to say, but Persid said it for both of us. "Are you sure this is about us and not the Ministry building and the First Minister?"
"It may be nothing and you're right. You may not be the target. But, considering what we know about how much love there is between you and the Patriarchs, I think they'd be more than pleased to eliminate both of you," Dispol added. "Just follow my lead. If I say run, RUN!"
We nodded and warily left the building. Less than half way to the embassy vehicle, a man raced toward us. He pulled out a sword and brandished it over his head as he rapidly drew closer.
"RUN!" Dispol shouted.
Persid and I turned and dashed for the building entrance. After entering, I turned to look at what was transpiring behind us. The assailant was racing headlong toward Dispol with his sword still raised above his head. Dispol assumed a crouch. As soon as the assailant took another step, Dispol stepped into him and hit him with a throat strike with his left hand. His right hand wrenched the sword from the man's hand as the assailant fell to the ground, clutching his throat.
A second man raced past Dispol and pulled out a knife to attack the security guard that had accompanied us down the sidewalk. He knocked the guard to the ground and raised his knife to stab the soldier. With lightning reflexes, Dispol ran through the second assailant with the sword he'd grabbed from the first man.
A third man raced by Dispol, heading toward the Ministry door. Dispol swiveled quickly and took one step. He swung the sword at the man who'd just run by him. Ordinarily the sword would have slashed at the arm of the assailant, but he was a short man. Instead, the swing of the sword separated the third assailant's head from his body. The head bounced across the grass and landed in the shrubbery to Dispol's left.
Two large vehicles roared up from the right and left. Knowing he'd be greatly outnumbered, Dispol grabbed the security guard who'd accompanied him and sprinted toward the door to the Ministry. They skidded to a stop inside. "Call out the guard!" he shouted. Three men who were already in the lobby raced for the door. Additional men poured out of adjoining rooms and took up defensive positions at windows nearby. "Mr. Ambassador, call the embassy and warn them that they may be attacked. And tell them to alert the other embassies, too," Dispol added, turning back to the outside aggressors. I pulled out my personal assistant and made the call. I told them to get the boys into the secure bunker in the basement of the embassy. Then, take all necessary precautions to repel an attack.
Five men left one vehicle and dashed toward the First Ministry building. One of the guards shouted, "I'll take care of this!" He pushed the door open just far enough to get his weapon outside. He pulled the activator and four men fell to the ground in four dazzling bolts of light. The fifth man dove behind a stone pillar. The guard flipped a lever on his weapon and fired at the pillar. The stone shattered into splinters no larger than pebbles. The man hiding behind the pillar was impaled by the stone fragments, leaving not much more than a heap of red, torn flesh. More fragments pinged and bounced off the building and reinforced window glass.
The men in the second wave didn't learn from the first group and were cut down just as easily. More large personnel carriers arrived. Additional assailants stormed the building. These men had a more military precision about them and tried hiding behind their vehicles rather than be caught out in the open like the first assaults.
However, the men inside the building targeted the fuel tanks of the vehicles. Men ran from that cover just in time. They knew what was going to happen. The vehicles blew up, incinerating anyone nearby. The survivors regrouped and charged the building. The result was the same as the first attack. The curved nature of the building caught the aggressors in a withering crossfire that they had no chance of surviving.
Moments later, very large, armored personnel carriers arrived. It was the army. Wisely, several attackers threw down their weapons and surrendered. Those that didn't met the same fate as their earlier comrades.
But, the men inside the building weren't taking any chances. They insisted that the leader of the army show his credentials and give the password or they'd meet the same fate as the assailants. With credentials and passwords shared, the assault was over. Those who had surrendered were rounded up and taken to interrogation rooms to find out who was behind the attempted coup.
Not all of the assailants were dead. Several medical personnel attended to their wounds while others interrogated them. The only thing they would reveal was that they had done this for their religion, but wouldn't say who organized or funded it.
The First Minister had joined us a minute later. I suggested that it might be a good idea to check the bank accounts of some of these men and see if there were suspicious deposits made. I was willing to bet that they were paid by Patriarchs. "A pretty safe bet," the First Minister smiled. "The Tax Ministry will be busy for a few days chasing down these leads. However, we have new interrogation devices that we recently received from some friends of ours." He smiled knowingly. "They are supposed to be very effective. Would you like to observe?"
Not sure what he meant, I nodded and brought Persid with me. I gave instructions to Dispol that he should monitor the situation at our embassy and let me know if anything was happening there. He nodded his understanding and left us. The First Minister led us to a large room with metal tables. Several of the men who had assaulted the building, but had surrendered, were strapped down. The First Minister narrated the scene before us.
"One part of the device is attached to the back of the neck. Another part is attached to the forehead with appendages adhering to the temples. This machine," he indicated a monitor nearby, "will tell us if the subject is telling the truth or a lie. We can't extract actual information, but we can tell by the questions we ask if we are correct in our assumptions of what the person knows. The operator begins by asking the person information that we know to be true or false. That gives us a baseline reading of how their mind works."
We waited a few minutes until the technician was ready for the important questions. When he was, he nodded to the First Minister. "Was this attack on the building part of a larger attempt to overthrow the government?" We glanced at the technician. He looked at the reading device and nodded. "Was it mounted for religious reasons?" Again, the technician nodded. "Do you know who was behind the attack?" Once more, the technician nodded. "Was it someone in the Palace of the Patriarchs?" The technician shook his head to the negative.
"Perhaps, he doesn't know?" I ventured. "He's likely only a foot soldier and wasn't privy to that knowledge."
The First Minister nodded and then smiled. "Was this assault coordinated and instigated by someone in the Ministry of Justice?" The technician smiled broadly and nodded. "Was it the Justice Minister?" The technician frowned and shook his head. The First Minister sighed.
"Do you have an organization chart for the Ministry of Justice?" Persid asked. The First Minister smiled and understood where Persid was going with the question. He dispatched an aide to find the appropriate organization chart. A few moments late, the aide returned.
The First Minister began reading off names of the Deputy Ministers. He got a hit on the Deputy Minister for Criminal Prosecutions. "So, we know one name, but we need to know if this goes higher," the First Minister mused. "Perhaps, there's a way we can find that out." He told the technician to raise the table so that the captured man could look at the other men in the room who were also being interrogated. He gave the man time to look over the room and noticed immediately when his gaze fell. The table was moved in that direction with the Minister asking if the man before him was his commander. After four tries, the commander was found. "Change the device over to this man," the First Minister commanded.
"You won't get anything out of me," the man snarled.
"We'll see about that," the First Minister smiled. Within half a dozen questions, the First Minister knew that the Minister of Justice and the Patriarchs were behind the attack. Additionally, he knew that the funds came from the Patriarchs and had been paid to the soldiers already. And we found out that there were no more imminent attacks. If this attack had been successful, others would have followed immediately on the other Ministries and the power grid. Embassies would be closed and booted out of the country. Religious rule would once again prevail.
Immediately, the First Minister ordered the arrest of all the Patriarchs, the Minister of Justice and his Deputy. Others in the Ministry of Justice would be asked to remain in the building until further interrogations could be held. Unfortunately, another 20 people in the Ministry were implicated. After they had been arrested, the employees were allowed to resume their lives. But, 35 of those didn't show up for work the next day, having left for the remotest provinces. But, the First Minister knew their names, so he had warrants for their arrest issued. The Patriarchs blamed each other and protested their innocence. No one believed them.
The scandal rocked Faldo to its core. The religious leaders were tried and sentenced to death for treason. The Grand Patriarch and the Minister of Justice were also tried for the murder of Raddig and found guilty. No one rose to their defense on any charges. The next layer of religious men below the Patriarchs tried to reconstitute the Order of the Patriarchs, but they had very few followers left. The assets of the Patriarchs were confiscated and used to benefit the needy.
The religion based on hate and suppression of minorities faded into oblivion.
By the afternoon, calm had returned to the capital city. The First Minister broadcast a message about the attempted coup and that the perpetrators had been arrested. The trial would begin soon he said.
We returned to the embassy and hastened to hug and squeeze the boys until they protested. They had been on an adventure and didn't see what all the fuss was about. I dictated a message to Aldig that laid out the particulars of the assault as I'd seen it and thanked them for giving the First Ministry the interrogation tools that broke open the entire cadre of miscreants involved.
Persid cancelled our appointments for the rest of the day, so we could enjoy the boys and decompress from the attempted coup. It was a day well spent.
We did take that vacation Persid's parents told us to take. We brought Dispol and Pronin along. A good time was had by all, especially because we shared the drug with them.
The boys grew bigger and more fun. Our time at the embassy ended in two years when a new ambassador was appointed. We returned to Aldig and lived out our lives. The boys were delightful and adventurous. Both had met special men and fell in love. They seem to be as happy as Persid and I are.
The best thing I ever did was Switching Sides!
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