The Protector of Angels — Washington DC Team- Slothrop’s “I Can See For Miles”
By JulieO
Series Originator Note: When I was looking around for someone to help Angel, Ally Burns, “The Protector” jumped right out in front. JulieO had done what I considered some of the best work to date on the ‘victims’ aspect of this fictional genre, and wrote wonderful stories which entertained while providing characters who readers cared about. Working with JulieO has been my privilege and I am glad Ally found the time to lend a hand to Angel. Who knows, there are lots of Angel’s Group in all aspects of Law Enforcement, even the FBI. They may meet again. Tyrone Slothrop
This story fits into "I Can See For Miles" Chapter 20
Special Agent Ally Burns wondered what was so important for her boss to call her in at 9:45 PM on a weeknight. She had been at the gym, working on her rehabilitation exercises to repair the damage to her right shoulder when Robert Ledyard called. She almost couldn’t believe that it was a year ago that she had been brutally stabbed by a psychotic serial killer.
All Robert had said was that he wanted to see her immediately. Ally knew that he wasn’t the type to overreact, so she left the gym immediately. It was getting cool and Ally dreaded the coming winter, . deep Deep down she was still a Southern California girl, even though she now lived in the Washington, DC area. She also wished she was wearing something else besides her sweats, but she didn’t want to waste time in changing. The duty officer nodded and waved her through security at the Agency’s headquarters. He wondered why the pretty young agent was reporting in so late. Still, she looked pretty cute in her sweats, he thought.
Ally arrived outside his office. The door was open and she could see that he was at his desk. She knocked on the door.
“Come in, Ally,” replied Robert, without looking up from his computer.
Ally smiled and entered.
“How was the workout?” he asked, as while he handed her a mug of coffee.
“Awful. I’m positive that my physical therapist is really a sadist torturer,” replied Ally, as she sat down and took a sip of the coffee. “Kona?”
He nodded. “I know what you mean about therapy. Anyway, I didn’t call you in to discuss the finer points of torture. One hour ago we received this phone message,” stated Robert as he turned on a tape recorder.
“I need to see the Protector. I have vital information regarding some missing teens that Margo Simon sold. Have the Protector meet me by the Lincoln Memorial tomorrow morning at 6 AM. I’ll be dressed in all in black. Have the Protector hold a large coffee.”
Ally read the transcript of the phone call, as she listened to the tape.
“What do you think?” asked Robert.
“It confirms a sickening feeling that I’ve had that we didn’t get all the teens back after we raided Margo Simon’s training facility back in the spring.”
“So you think that it’s legit?”
Ally nodded. “I don’t who this person is, but I don’t feel that it’s another hit attempt.” It had been just a few months earlier that Ally had been targeted for assassination.
“Maybe. I still don’t want to take any chances,” replied Robert.
“Neither do I, but if there’s a chance of recovering some more teens, then I want to want to take it.”
Robert nodded. “Still, I’m placing a call to Steve.”
Steve was Special Agent Steve Williams. He was in charge of Spec-Ops. H ande would provide security for Ally’s meeting.
Ally nodded. She knew that it was pointless to argue; besides she knew that it was a smart precaution.
“Okay, be back here tomorrow morning at 0500. We’ll hold a brief here in my office,” stated Robert.
“Sounds good. Anything else?” asked Ally, as she finished her coffee.
Robert shook his head. “See you in the morning.”
Ally nodded and got up and left his office. Robert watched her leave before he placed a call to the Director. The Director had a special interest in Ally as and it was obvious he obviously had big plans for her. Robert then leaned back in his chair. He had been in the Agency for over twenty years and had known many agents. He found it slightly ironic that a pre-op transsexual was one of the best agents that he had ever known. He then called Steve Williams to set up the security for the morning meeting.
*****
At 6:00 AM, Ally stood near the Lincoln Memorial drinking her coffee. There was a light rain falling and Ally shivered slightly. She couldn’t see them, but she knew that three members of Spec-ops were watching her every move.
“I hope our person-in-black shows up soon, I’m freezing my butt off.” Ally whispered to herself, knowing it would be picked up by the wire she was wearing.
“It’s a cute butt,” replied Steve.
Ally was about to make a rude reply when she then noticed an attractive young woman, dressed all in black, walking towards her. The woman was wearing a black leather trench coat, which glistened in the rain. There was something odd about the person, thought Ally. While it was obvious the person was a woman, she could have just easily been male. There was a strange sense of androgyny to the woman. Ally also sensed the person was dangerous.
She made eye contact with the woman, who looked lightly confused, as if she hadn’t expected to see another woman there. The woman looked around and didn’t see anyone else.
“What do you know about Margo Simon?” asked Ally. There was no one else around and Ally wasn’t in the mood to play games. Besides, she knew that she was protected.
“I’ll tell that to the Protector,” replied the woman.
Ally cracked a slight smile. “I’m the Protector.” Ally also recognized the voice; it was the same as the phone message.
The woman stared back and scrutinized Ally.
“I picked up the name when I was working as a detective in California,” continued Ally.
“Bullshit. I was told that the Protector was a man.”
“I was,” replied Ally. Her transgendered status wasn’t exactly a secret in the law enforcement community.
There was a long pause. “Really?” asked the surprised woman.
Ally nodded and noticed a smile forming on the woman’s face, it quickly disappeared as the woman remembered why she was there.
“My name is Angel. I’ve been working on a case and uncovered some information relating to Margo Simon. You know her?”
Ally nodded. “I helped to arrest her.”
“Too bad you only arrested her. She deserved to be killed,” replied Angel coldly.
Ally stared back, her feelings were right; this one was dangerous.
“I have information that Margo sold some teens to an organization that uses the teens them to stage rather perverted shows for other’s entertainment,” stated Angel.
Ally nodded. “Go on.”
“Everything’s in this file,” stated Angel, producing a file folder from inside her coat. “However, you must act between nine and ten on Halloween night, local time. I don’t have time to explain why, but the lives of many others depend on it.”
Ally took the file. “Halloween is next week. This doesn’t give us a lot of time.”
“That can’t be helped. You just have to trust the information in the file. We’re fighting the same battle.”
Ally stared into Angel’s eyes. She could sense that Angel was telling the truth, although she was hiding something.
“I’ll review the file. How do I get in touch with you again?”
“You don’t. However, when you free the teens, send a confirmation to the e-mail address in the file. You won’t get a reply, but we’ll know that you succeeded.”
“Anything else?” asked Ally.
“Just make sure you save the teens,” stated Angel as she walked away.
Ally let her go and headed to her car. As soon as she reached her office she began to read the file. An hour later Ally was meeting with Robert Ledyard and Steve Williams and began to plan their assault on the facility.
***
It was a cool fall evening as Spec-Ops waited in the shadows of a stately mansion in the Maryland suburbs. Ally looked at her watch, it was 9:00PM. The assault was due to start in ten minutes. Ally was with the second team. They would go immediately after the initial assault and go for the teens. They had staked out the building and their intelligence determined that there were six captive teens there. Surveillance also determined that there were normally four guards on duty, however this evening there were an additional ten guards.
Steve had his teams ready to take out the guards. Additional agents were prepared to arrest the guests. Ally watched as limo after limo arrived, dropping off people in formal eveningwear. Her temper rose as she thought how these bastards took pleasure in using other people. She had read a file on Angel and The Group, and while she didn’t like her form of vigilantism, she had to admire Angel’s dedication. Ally smiled at the fact that, while she thought there was something unusual about Angel, she never suspected that Angel was really a male. Then again, she had fooled Angel, so turnabout was fair play.
Ally’s thoughts were interrupted by Steve’s voice on her headset. “All teams stand by. The power and phone lines will be cut in one minute.” Ally immediately checked her night-optical device. In addition to the power being cut, techies would begin to jam any signal leaving the building. The agent’s headsets were set to a frequency that would be free of the jamming. Once the raid started no one inside the building would be able to alert others what had happened.
“You ready?” asked Jo, the leader of the team Ally was assigned to.
Ally nodded.
“Don’t worry Ally, we’ll get the teens.”
“I know. Jenna is standing by with her team in MCU#2.”
Jenna was an Agency psychologist and had been instrumental designing the therapy for the teens recovered previously from Margo Simon’s customers. The MCU was the mobile command center used by the agency. MCU#2 looked like a recreational vehicle.
“Power will be cut in five seconds,” announced Steve.
Right on schedule the mansion’s lights went out. Ally followed Jo and the rest of the team as they ran towards the front door. Her heat was beating quickly from excitement. In spite of the danger and her own professional training, Ally loved doing this.
The front door was already open, as they entered the front hall; they had to step over the body of one of the security guards. A 9mm semi-automatic pistol lay next to his lifeless body. The surveillance of the building determined that the teens would be held in the basement. As they approached the stairway to the basement Ally could hear the reports as the initial assault team reported each security guard being neutralized. The agents’ guns all had silencers and only once did Ally hear a gunshot.
When they reached the basement Ally was shocked by what she saw. There was an arena surrounded by seats. Television cameras were pointed at the area. The only light was from torches on the walls. It was sufficient to allow Ally to remove her night vision goggles. Ally saw that the audience had been herded to one side and were in the process of being searched and cuffed. There were several dead guards lying on the floor. She looked around for the teens and found them huddled in one corner of the area. She holstered her weapon, seeing that the area was secure. It was funny, she thought, she had only fired her weapon once in the line of duty, and that was when she had been nearly killed. Ally then noticed that several of the guests were wearing the PleasureJac, that Angel than written about in the report.
“Make sure you note who was wearing those things,” stated Ally. “That’ll be an additional charge against them.”
“All guards have been neutralized,” announced Steve. “No agency causalities.”
Ally ran over to the teens. She crouched down and spoke softly to them. “We’re here to rescue you.”
The teens looked back with blank stares on their faces. Ally did a quick headcount and was pleased that all six were there. Ally saw that they all had been through Margo Simon’s brutal training process. The three boys, if you could still call them boys, were all feminized. They had exaggerated features, very large breast and hips, and tiny waists. It was obvious that their faces had been altered by plastic surgery to make them look like beautiful women. The boys were dressed in corsets and thigh high leather boots.
The girls were also naked. Their breasts were also ridiculously large. The girls were wearing five-inch heels, which were locked on their feet. Jo pulled out a knife and cut off the locking straps of the shoes.
The area of the arena was set up for an extremely hardcore sexual show. There were a large variety of sexual toys arranged for the ready use of the teens. There were also whips, riding crop, and other S&M tools.
“Steve, this is Ally, we have the teens. They’ll need clothing,” stated Ally. She looked at the teens and saw that their backs were covered in scars and fresh wounds. Her rage grew knowing that the abuse was done for the sexual pleasure of some rich deviants.
“Roger, Ally. Jenna bring your team in. The teens are located in the basement,” stated Steve. “Restore power to the building.”
In a moment the light came back on. Ally watched as Jenna’s team arrived and began to treat the teens. The teens were completely docile and did as they were told. From reading the reports of the doctors treating the teen recovered in the previous raids, Ally knew it was just the start of a very long process. Looking at the damaged teens, Ally felt her anger rise. How could people do this sort of thing to others? she thought.
She then walked over to watch the agents continue with their arrest of the guests. A few were claiming diplomatic immunity. Ally recognized one of the arrested as a well-known lobbyist. Standing next to him was a famous rightwing radio talk show host. She walked away from them in disgust.
Ally tracked down the Agency’s computer tech, Cathleen, who was sitting at a computer in a side office. Ally sat down next to her. “Send the confirmation e-mail to Angel.”
Cathleen nodded. “I can track down where it goes, if you want me to.”
Ally thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. “No need.”
Cathleen shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. By the way, I have names and addresses of the subscribers for this event. These idiots never bothered to encrypt their data. There’s a schedule of events here. I even have credit card numbers if you want them! They’ll just assume that there was a power outage.”
“Great job. Maggie is in MCU#1, call her with the data and we’ll have the police pick up the trash!”
Maggie was Steve’s wife and a fellow agent.
“There were eight people signed on for tonight. Apparently, it was some big group sex event. Most are here in the DC area,” continued Cathleen. “Ally, look here. Isn’t this a congressman?”
Ally nodded. “Yes, and he’s up for reelection. I’ll have some of our agents pick him up.”
“Hmm, I imagine, he’s about to drop out of the race,” replied Cathleen, with a grin. “Apparently he was the one that was supposed to direct the main event tonight, according to the schedule of events.”
“Anything else?”
Cathleen nodded. “I also have records of previous parties going back two years.”
“Good. The DA will be interested in those.”
“Ally, we have one of the ringleaders in custody. We’re in the master bedroom, on the second floor,” announced Steve over the headset.
Ally ran up the stairs and found Steve and two of his agents standing over a cuffed overweight man. The man was on his knees and was crying.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” he blubbered.
“Where’s his partner?” asked Ally, ignoring his cries.
The large black agent standing next to Steve made a throat cutting sign with his left hand.
Ally smiled in spite of herself. “Did you shoot him, Madison?”
“No, bastard killed himself. This one tried to do the same thing, but he didn’t know how the gun worked,” replied Madison in a disgusted tone.
Ally nodded, that had been the shot she had heard.
“You want me to give him a quick lesson?” asked the other agent, whose name was Tom.
The man looked up at Tom and began to cry harder.
Ally restrained her smile. “No, that won’t be necessary.”
“His name is Francis Butler, forty-six,” reported Tom, pointing to the man on his knees. “The stiff’s names is Wayne Martini, thirty-six.”
Ally turned to the sobbing man. “How long have you had the teens?”
“I…I want a lawyer,” Francis replied in between sobs. “He’s downstairs with my guests.”
Steve laughed. “If he’s downstairs then I don’t think he’ll have time to worry about you.”
Francis looked up at Ally with pleading eyes. “We were just having fun. No one was hurt. Those kids enjoyed what they were doing. They were living out of dumpsters. I gave them a warm place to sleep and three meals a day.”
For a moment, Ally wished she had Angel’s sense of punishment and felt her hand reaching for her pistol. She immediately shook this feeling off. “I want to know EVERTHING!”
“I…I...can’t. They’ll kill me,” he replied. He then began to quiver with fear.
“If you’re talking about the Simons, they’re in no position to hurt you,” replied Ally.
“But we are - unless you cooperate,” threatened Steve.
“If you cooperate, I can promise that you’ll be kept out of the general prison population. People like you don’t last very long. The rest of the prison population looks down on abusers of teens,” added Ally.
Francis nodded. Apparently the news that Margo Simon was in jail eased his mind. Additionally, he took Ally’s threat very seriously. He knew he was beaten and began to tell them everything. First he then told them how he had acquired the teens two years ago. They had all been runaways that his partner had abducted. They in turn had turned them over to Margo Simon for training and physical transformation. He also told them about the franchises.
“So there are other places like this?” demanded Ally.
“Yes. I was told that there are eight others,” answered Francis meekly.
Ally nodded. So that’s why Angel insisted on the tight schedule, thought Ally. She wished that that it was the Agency closing down the franchises, instead of a group of vigilantes, but as long as they were shut down she was content.
As they walked out to MCU #1, Steve turned to Ally. “I wonder how many other scumbags took advantage of Margo’s training?”
“I don’t want to think about it tonight,” stated Ally. “However, tomorrow is another day. I think the Federal DA will be interested in hearing about this. We add a few more years to her sentence. I’m determined that she’ll never see freedom again.”
Steve nodded. “Go home. I’m sure Carol is waiting for you.”
Ally smiled and shook her head. “Can’t go home yet. We have the post-raid beer tradition. And as Tom says…”
“You don’t mess with tradition!” interrupted Steve, with a laugh. He smiled, knowing that he was the one who had started the tradition. It was a good way to help his agents come down from a raid.
Steve and Ally walked over to join the others at the MCU#1. A cooler of beer was sitting next to the entrance. Madison saw them coming and tossed them each a beer.
Maggie stood up and walked over to Steve and gave him a big hug. This was greeted by good-natured catcalls by the other agents.
“Ally, good news, we’ve rounded up all of those who were paying for this event. The good congressman was found sitting in his Georgetown condo with one of those PleasureJacs on. He ‘claimed’ he was just doing research!”
“Shit, he’ll probably try to put it on his expense account,” quipped Madison.
“What about the guests? I saw some were trying to claim diplomatic immunity,” asked Ally. The cold beer really hit the spot.
“The ones wearing the PleasureJac units will be charged. The others will be immediately deported,” answered Maggie.
Ally stood there incensed. She crushed the empty beer can and threw it to the ground in a rage. “That’s it? They come here and pay to watch some abused teens perform sex acts and they get to just walk away?”
“If it makes you feel better, the Director is just as angry,” stated Robert Ledyard, as he stepped out of the shadows. “He told me that he’s already contacted his opposite numbers in their countries.”
“It doesn’t, but thanks for telling me,” replied Ally. Madison handed Ally another beer. “Thanks.”
“What about the other franchises?” asked Steve, tossing Robert a beer.
“We received a message telling us that they’re all shutdown, forever,” answered Robert. He opened his beer and took a long sip.
“From The Group?” asked Ally.
Robert shrugged his shoulders and drank his beer.
“And that’s it?” asked Ally.
“No, we’ll confirm it, but I suspect that we’ll find that the message was right,” replied Robert.
“What about the teens?”
“Two of the organizations that were set up with the Simon Fund have reported that teens have been turned over to them. I expect that the rest of them will end up in similar facilities.”
The Simon Fund was the nickname given to the seized funds of Margo and Thomas Simon. It had been used to treat the abused teens and to create treatment centers.
“At least that bitch’s money is going to a good cause,” added Ally, as she sat down. She suddenly felt exhausted.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home,” offered Robert.
Ally nodded and fell asleep five minutes after they left.
END
Tyrone Slothrop- “JulieO’s characters have a ‘storied’ history. For continued reading pleasure, take a look at the following”:
Ally Burns Stories - The Protector, The Protector 2, Combined Forces, Celestrial Awakenings, The Protector Hunted.
Related Stories (Maggie Williams and Steve Williams) Change of Course, Change of Course II, Change of Course III, and Change of Course IV
All stories are posted in Fictionmania and Crystal's Story Site
