Gamekeeper: Erutan Rehtom

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777

Gamekeeper

By Erutan Rehtom

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Copyright 2002 Erutan Rehtom

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*** GAMEKEEPER Start ***

BANG!

Osama bin Laden! Dead. Bullet through the brain.

Good Shooting! Colonel Arco!

Yes, sir! That was at least a 2500 yard shot.

In a very, heavy wind! My word, Commander.

Bravo, Colonel! The other U.S. Department of Energy Specialized Commandos join the accolade team.

Another pipes up: Lucky. Shot.

OMEGA 777 safeties his sharpshooter's rifle and turns the way of the naysayer saying...

Luck? Sergeant. Yes. Lucky indeed. But! Gentlemen. We OMEGAS make our own luck.

****

The band plays loud rock and roll to the capacity-packed stadium.

Lights strobing--Day. Then night. Night. Now day.

'A crazed fan?' With a Gun? 777 has spotted such.

The poor fool; to have chosen this concert: and in the OMEGA Section, of all places: to attempt a kill on Rock Stars rocking London.

The Band stops playing when they notice the commotion. They see, one Dude standing on the gun holder’s neck! Holding him until...? Security shows up.

Bellowing out of the amplifiers comes... Thank you. Mr…?

Matt! Matt Arco.

"Well. Thank ya! Mr. Arco!

No problem, Gents. I just hope this little distortion doesn't disrupt the concert.

No way! Mr. Arco. NO! WAY!

*****

In a busy and packed New York Kennedy Airport. A fellow some would say from Texas. Waits in the ticket line.

Blam, Blllllllammm, Blammmm!

Machine gun fire opens up in the terminal.

Everybody. Down! NOW! This Stet shouts. Then? With the speed of a big cat. The Gent grabbed one of the five armed men.

Killing him-- --snap of the neck.

Raising the dead’s machine rifle... Tex just began firing! Would be the stories told.

Well. That’s. That. The Gent reportedly said when every gunman bled dead red.

Single bullets! to their heads.

777 removes the rifle magazine and pops the round in the chamber; catching it in mid air.

He turns to a boy he'd been body shielded during the terminal gunfire and hands the kid the now safetied rifle. Here kid. Keep ‘em covered.

Calmly... this Chap just got back in the ticket line.

Well by the time the fellow reached the airline ticket desk. The terminal was abuzz with police activity.

People pointing and shouting and telling the story: Airport Blood Bath. News 5. 7 and 11.

Ma’am. Are you sure! You're telling the truth here now? Five hundred others nod it be indeed true.

Ticket, please. A starry-eyed ticket girl looks at this real life hero. "Ahh, Mister...? Arco! Matthew! Arco. Traveling to…? Idaho! I see.

Vacation, Miss. 777 looks back over at the armed mess and with a gunfighter finger and thumb: VACATION. A lass.

*********

Stanley Idaho USA—

The Pinnacle of American Majestic Continental Mountain Beauty.

Jagged vertical glaciated peaks. Thick Ponderosa and Lodge-pole pine forests.

Forests so thick. Herds of deer and elk are free to roam the vast alpine meadows.

Forest: so: thick! Mt. Lion, wolves, wolverine, and bear; prey: almost totally isolated and un-interfered with by man.

A very pretty and popular place to bring the kids and Rover. So long as Rover don’t chase a deer. Deep! into the forest. So deep. Rover might meet! A Grizzly of a Bear.

The former doggie's little master? Pouncer toy for a lofty lying feline.

777 punches the accelerator on his GT40 rental, and weaves his way towards- Stanley Idaho Population 69.

Stanley. . . . At the crossroads of three American scenic byways. The lady at the front desk proudly speaks.

Where's a good place to get a drink? Miss.

Gun and Rod.

Thanks, cutie! 777 said with a wink and a smile.

*****

Hi! What can I getch, ya?

‘You!’ 777 emotes but says Beefeaters Gin Martini. Up! Shaken, not stirred. Two olives. Eye drop. Vermouth.

You got it! Cowboy. The bombshell dispatches.

777 sips the martini. Approves of its preparation. Then begins to notice? He! has caught the eye of the preparer. And she? of he.

Friendly! The Bartendress starts asking 777 questions.

Where? ya from.

Texas.

Texas! Jill looks directly into 777’s eyes.

Sure as in Howdy.

Yeah! Cool. How long ya in town for?

A month.

A MONTH! Hearts in Jill's eyes! A firestorm elsewhere.

Yeah five weeks total. Actually. I want to climb your majestic peaks!

Jill blushes. ‘Did this guy mean to imply that he wanted to climb some of the mountain peaks? Or mine!’

The conversation? Back and forth. For a while. Then Jill goes into the back office of the Gun and Rod.

--Jill, an undercover inspector with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Opens her laptop accessing the Mounties’ secured-website.

She inputs a digital photograph taken from a camera she has monitoring the Gun and Rod barroom. 'Now. Whom. Is! Mr. Who?'

Downloading...

Name: Matthew Arco.

Occupation: Exotic Import Export.

U.S. Passport: OMEGA777.

Hmmm. That’s odd.... Now this-- is interesting…! But not very telling. Jill's Mounty spine tingles.

Jill tries to further access the files of one Mr. Matthew Arco from Texas; but a security block prevents her from finding the truth.

Mmm.... Frustrated! Jill goes back to the barroom for some more one on one undercover investigation.

'Import Export. Haaa! Exotic Items...?' --Jill's instincts tell her better so.

So... You're in the Impor-.

Stop! Wait. Jill. Import? Export? How in the world could and would you know that.

So... ah--what kind of business ya ‘n Tex? Jill inquires flirtatiously while on the investigative make.

Import. Export. Arco sips his martini.

Oh! really? A tone of cynicism then surprise to avoid suspicion of her suspicions. Cause Jill knows somethin's up with this Poke!

So? What kinds of-? Things? Do you Import and Export? Mr. Er. ah...

-Arco! Hey! What is this! An inquisition?

Oh? Gee! I'm so sorry. Mr. Arco. My mom always tells me I should be a cop. I'm. So! Pushy.

That's ok Sugarplum. Just call me Matthew. Now how bout another Martini. Little more shaken. If you please.

You bet! Matthew. I’m Jill.

Arco winks. The girl makes the drinks. Pouring one for herself.

Shyly. Jill keeps looking at Matthew. And he, at she.

I'll be right back! Matthew!

Sure, Jill.

Jill jumps up. Going to the office again. This time she phones Chief Superintendent Due-right her Mounted Police Superior.

Jill is in the undercover operative division of the Canadian Mounties. She works as a bartender in areas where the Mounties have people under suspicion. Her job? Pick up gossip, rumors, and hearsay; from the local community. Find out information, on the Mounty Marks.

Ring… Ring... Due-right! Here!

Sir- This is Jill Cavernous.

Oh. Yes. Jill. Go ahead.

Sir I am attempting to access a file on one Matthew Arco. United States Passport File: U.S. OMEGA777. There is a level 20 security block on that file, Sir.

Hmm? That's all Superintendent Due-right would say.

Ah, well Sir. I'm following up on this Clarksen matter as you instructed. And. Sir. This sharp-mannered Texan has come into the bar claiming to be on vacation. He say’s? He’s in the import/exporting business. I really want to make sure he's not! one of Clarksen's people.

Hmmm? I'm sure this is all official. Right? Jill? Or naturally you wouldn't ask. Correct!

Well ah yeah right! Of course Sir.

Hmm. Well. Ok Jill. Sure. Call back in 20 minutes. I'll have the intel you want on U.S. File# OMEGA777. One: Arco. Matthew.

Thanks Dudley! Er. Sir.

Arco? Jill? The drinks! Go on…

Arms and hands? Brushing and touching. Along with other signs of natural love between these two first sighters.

Jill starts thinking to herself. 'Is! Due-right? Right! Am I investigating this Matthew Arco character because of Clarksen?' or? is? it? Her own desires to have this guy? Be! "Mr. Right'.

Jill calls her Supervisor back in 15 minutes. And Superintendent Due-right has the poop on the A-#1. Man in the Land. Planet actually.

Well Jill.... You really hooked a big one here.

YESsss! Jill exclaims in pride then tails off in disappointment. What's the scoop Sir?

Well... says? Here. Your? Man? Arco! Killed many a man. Women too.

Really...

Yep, in fact says here is ‘Authorized to Neutralize.’

Authorized? To--? kill?

"Yes, Constable Cavernous. As a U.S. Department of Energy OMEGA. Your man Arco is a Federal Agent.

Huh? Really!!!

"Most certainly. Indicates Arco’s with the D.O.E. Top secret team. Called...? OMEGAS. Heavy lifters. America’s main line of defense against mass weaponry.

Omegas?

Say's. Young. 28. But already twice decorated by two U.S. Presidents and once by the Queen Mum herself.

No shit! Oops. Sorry, sir. Anything else?

No. Just the usual. -Highly Intelligent. Schooled? University of Texas! Annapolis post-grad. Stanford Masters. Rhodes Scholar. A Colonel... In the United States Marine Corp. Active. Naval SEAL. DOES Commando. Likely carrying. Chambered! No doubt.

Ok. Enough! Thank you sir. Can ya just download the rest.

You bet kid! But! Jill. Please. Be careful. These kinds of characters have a tendency to get a person killed. Right?

Right! 'Hopefully not dead right. Due-right.' Jill mused.

Superintendent Due-right ends his fatherly advice and hangs up.

Jill? Delighted! Goes in to speak to Mister More Than All Right. In fact! He's PERFECT!

And as he will soon see, she for he.

'Matthew. Arco. Arco…! D.O.E. OMEGA! Master Spy. Young. Good looking. Fit! Obviously likes and enjoys the finer things in life. A! Real man. Here! to kill? 'ME!'

Jill hopes only with his passion.

Prancing. Jill dances around the Gun and Rod; on her way back to behind the Bar. 'Cause she for sure wants to let Matthew get a good look at her.

'More than just a head and shoulders above the bar body.' Wouldn't you say, eh! Mr. Arco!

'Nice. Very Nice!' 777 pleases as Jill saunters by.

Just as Jill passes... she looks at 777. Blinking both eyes at once; she awakens their clear green sparkling colors. Jill looks deeper and deeper into Mathew's soul. Jill smiles.

Hi there!

Hi there! Sugerplum! 777. Mentally blinded by the sparkle of the heavens; and a few blasted good martinis.

However while 777 is blinded by Jill's girlish beauty. He has failed to notice something. Notice? That! Jill's not just a heavenly body.

The afternoon band set up and begins to play.

'Elevator to Hell!’ Now 777's sure that's.... Rock Stars! Live! Stanley Gun and Rod!

Hey Gents. What’s happen’in.

...Mr? Arco! Wauch yu doian here? Hey, fellas. Look! It'ch Mr. Arco!

Micher! Arco! Whach you doing here? On assignment-

-Hey guys. Shhhhh…. I'm just on vacation. Keep it low. Now what's up with you Chaps?

Oh weez playin in Boise and a couple of gurls we met: well you know! Wink. Wink. Wink!

Yeah, So.

So the Gurls wurk here and talk'd us rightly into coming up! But to run-inch ta you, Micher Arco. A sure pleasure my Aunt Mammy!

Arco and the band talked about good times. Jill? She brought over drinks and got to meet- Rock Stars! She faints.

777. . . . shoots out his hands and catches his falling lovely. Gently bringing Jill into his arms.

Eye to eye. 777 awakens Jill with a kiss.

Please, Sugerplum. Please. Please come join me for dinner.

Dinner!?. She shockingly reacts.

777? Is now, unsure. Has he miss read this mountain bartending Betty.

Yeah! Dinner! Arco blurts out indignant in front of the band.

They snicker.

Oh? Ah. I can't! I mean. I can. But? I can't.

Well which is it! Can. Or? Can't!

Or won’t! Micher Arco.

I mean I can't tonight. As you can see Matthew. I'm working. And until 3....

Oh? So then is that a yes! But no tonight.

"Yep! But, Matthew. I would love to take you climbing. You did say you wanted to do that! Right?

Well? Yeah! Of course! I’z just thinking.... Well, Jill. Arco gives Jill the thrunce over.

Sorry, buster! Jill flirts a smile. You’re out of luck. My buck!

777 is frustrated! By hard to get.

The Band begins to laugh. Then play. Jill and Matthew? Dance and foreplay.

Later that evening as the Mounty and the spy make plans for Jill to take 777 climbing in the Sawtooths.

Manana, okay? Matthew.

Sure, Jill!

But enough fun for Jill. Jill knowing 777 is! a spy. Begins to plant a seed.

See! This cute. Fit. Hot. Canadian Mounty: begins a little mountain gossip. Telling the U.S. Federal Agent about some of the: goings on going on around town.

Mrs. Crabtree’s cat? Got killed by a Bear. Mr. Johnson? Arrested for DUI. The Darleens kid? Throon out of college. And-?

-And--?

Matthew. Jill looks right into 777 eyes. The two will-be-lovers. Don't blink. But an eye.

Matthew have you ever heard of the 'Elk Enhancement Research Facility!'

HUH? The? What! 777 will question once he finishes his sip of gin martini without first bugling it out his snout.

The Elk Enhancement Research Facility. The EERF! Matthew.... It's where they're trying to teach the elk to be more aggressive. So the herds can work in groups to fend off wolf attacks.

What'll they think ’a next?

Matthew. I'm! Serious.

-What-Was-That---

Loud voices can be heard as Jill turns her head like a Himalayan. Just in time to see: Two guys fighting at the pool table.

Jumping up! The Mounty Lion leaps the bar and sprints her female muscle to the ruckus.

However. At this point. The fight? Has spilled over into a Sawtoothed Mountain bar brawl.

When? Friends of one. Take! Exception. With? Friends! of another. And each other. . .

The Bar Brawl? IS! ON!

The Canadian Mounty begins to marital arts these 'soon to won’t be bar customers no more: or at least not today.' But the fight grows into a sea of fists consuming her.

777- Races to the rescue! Cavernous and Arco? Hand-and-Hand. In hand to hand barroom combat.

Chopity-Chop. They start to dispense with these drunken bar thugs and their sheer sumo beer mass.

Fighting a drunken bar scene while Rock Stars bang out their own version of Kung Fu Fighters.

Punches. Karate chops! And ohhh....Jill! with one to a guy's nuts.

Cause everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.... played on and on. As the fight raged on and on. For five minutes more or less.

But much! In good local drunken mountain bar fun.

The Sheriff wasn't called. The drunkest asked to leave by 777's high-powered Browning. And the Stanley Gun and Rod settled down for sunset amongst the awesome glory of the Sawtooth Mountains.

Matthew are you sure! You want to go climbing. It’s overnight. And, the woods are full of cougars and me.

In that case Sugarplum. I'll bring my gun. Their lips secondly meet.

777 still unaware of the major information advantage Jill has over him. She? a Canadian Mounty. He! a super-secret U.S. Agent. She? knows all about him. And he knows? Well? ‘NOTHING!' Jill delights. This is going to be fun!

Sounds like it! 777 also delighted. 'Good chance our Arco male family luck.' Meeting such a fine looking specimen as Jill. 'Fun! Spunky! Fights good!' And 'can make a shaken sing my tune'.

***

Since, Jill declined the dinner invitation. 777 decides to dine at the Redfish Lake lodging on his own.

On Jill's recommendation.

Stopping first for a few at the lodge's adjacent fire lit bar.

Sir? Did you say shaken. But not stirred. Or? The other way around.

777 fights his frustration at getting a quick drink. A! Drink. That's surely to be! Alamo! incorrect.

-Yes. 777 says calmly.

Yes to the first? Or? second way? Round.

'Oh. Boy! This ol' boy couldn't get this dumb 'less he’s playing me a joker. I'll just tell this bastard to take a chair. His attitude. My fist!'

But....777 thought better of it being on vacation and all.

So Arco says: Hey! How about if you fix it the way you like it best. And join me for one.

No drinking allowed by the boss.

No...of course not.

Arco barely turned as the bartender went to make his drink. He was positive this Redfish wanker was sure to poison the olive.

That is when. 777 sees. A blond: of most ravishing Constitution.....

The? Martini? Sir?

Well.... Let's just say it could be a little colder. That's why you shake not stir.

Huh? Really. That’s. Why. Huh? The wankering bartender shows some casual interest as 777's natural command charisma begins to warm him up. Thawing this failing troubled societal dropout into a student of martinis, maidens, and melody.

Sure! 777 pontificates. You take 3 parts Gin... Well this Mr. Arco talks on through 3 more Martinis when?

Oh this one sir! -Paid for by the outdoorsy, elegant, sophisticated, rich, and stunning woman of her early thirties... ...right over there!

777 nods as he acknowledges this 5-foot-Ten lot a’ load of-

-Dy-no-mite!

Suddenly 777 jumps up in a most undignified manner. Dancing the J.J. Jackson at the bar.

The lodge looks.

WOW! Hey. Pal. Who made this drink? Did! You! Make this drink? 777 playfully asked intently.

Ah? Well. Yes! Sir. I! Did. The Bartender: both shaken and stirred by Arco's sudden outburst in the murmur quiet hunting and fishing tourist lodge.

THIS! 777 points to the martini. Is close to the best martini! I! Have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Let's see here... Beefeaters Gin, five molecules of vermouth, shaken for thirty seconds…Not Bad. Not bad at all! My boy!

See. You did teach him something after all. The defiantly elegant drink buying blond speaks! as she approaches. Her hand brushing her sweater'd breast when she extends it to 777.

Hi! I'm June. Make-me-right.

Indeed! --See! Fella. I knew you had it in ya. 777 shakes the Bartender's hand with a fifty; snaking it around his back so as not to take his gaze off the moons.