No one in the government wanted him killed on U.S. soil, but somebody wanted him killed. It was me or a Commando raid which the U.S. couldn't afford. ...ith me it would look like a rival thug killing.The plane landed on the grass strip right on time. It was a different plane and a different pilot. The plane was larger than the last one had been, but I was the only passenger. I didn't have to ride in the co-pilot seat though. There were four passenger seats behind the pilot.I went into power saver. By the time he walked out the door, he still had two women with him.Patrick Michael Sullivan was a bit of an anomaly. He was sixty-three years old, and looked the part, with longish gray hair and bushy eyebrows that some children thought of as caterpillars, resting on his face. That face was creased with deep wrinkles, and tanned dark by the time he spent in the sun. His thoroughly Irish family had raised him in a thoroughly Irish fashion until the government drafted him into the service of his. I didn't say anything. I just closed my eyes and kept on going.A while later I herd him moan, I looked over and he was cumming, it was all over his cock and oozing down his balls. I got up and went over to him and said "Cant let that cum go to waste." and then I began to lick his cock clean, I started with the head, the worked my way down the shaft, I would put it in my mouth and deep throat him a couple times, then I went to his balls, putting one in each cheack of my mouth. When I cleaned up. ” Not good.The techs were able to tie the turret scanners into our systems and we could see the spaceport in more detail. I saw a Jenner and Panther move into position to fire on some of the turrets and damage them.Sonic moved up to the road down into the spaceport proper and spotted an enemy Centurion. She fired on it trying to hit it’s cockpit but only did damage to the torsos. An enemy Trebuchet opened fire on a couple of turrets and destroyed them both. Not good. We need their help..