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Chapter 19 - Naked Soccer?

After all the kids had begun to filter away, the meeting’s organizers engaged in a bit of self-congratulation. Emma, in particular, was very complimentary about Drew’s presentation.

“Blimey, girl, your part was the dog’s bollocks!” she praised, and at Drew’s puzzled expression, clarified, “Ha, Brit slang. Means extremely good. Your Program experience was so similar to mine, then, and you responded in the same way as well. To organize a resistence. I got in trouble for my part, so tell me: did the authorities twig that you organized the opposition?”

Drew grinned. “If ‘twig’ means ‘find out’ and not something from a tree; no, somehow I was never linked to anything I did to get the anti-Program movement going. Possibly ‘cause I was just one of hundreds who submitted a declaration of my religious beliefs. I didn’t do what you or Sam did, which was to publically speak out or do my organizing in the school. I was very lucky too—the culture in that region is so conservatively homogenous that it was easy to get lots of kids who all thought alike and were willing to resist—and they had their parents’ backing too.”.

“Brilliant... oh look, there are some gals who look like that want to talk to you, Drew. Let’s plan to continue our chat sometime later; will that work?”

“Oh, sure, and I want to get to talk to Andrew and the sisters too. You all have some really interesting stories to tell, and I want to talk about how you came to become a nudist too, even after a potentially bad Program experience.”

They arranged to meet after dinner. Then Emma left and some girls, who had been hovering nearby, came over to greet Drew. Drew looked to see where Connor. Jennifer, and the others were, and saw them at the other end of the Pavilion, talking to a number of adults.

Wonder who those people are. Maybe parents. she thought.

“Hey, Drew, right?” the closest girl asked. “That was an amazing session, but you were just staggering. I’m Leia, on the Gophers soccer team. A senior, and team captain, so that means I’m the spokesman for this crew.”

“Hi, Leia. Great to meet you,” Drew replied. “How many on the team came today?”

“The varsity has twenty-four members. Twenty-one could come. And seventeen from the JV came too. Coach told us about you, that you were an excellent all-around player but a D wizard...”

Drew interrupted, “I don’t embarrass easily, but I do when folks brag on me. I love the game and think I’m good at it. You can get to see how I play if you let me scrimmage with you.”

“That’s why we came by, to see it you’d join us. You have your gear? We brought extra black and white jerseys so we can tell the teams apart. Hey, let me introduce the guys here.”

There were twelve girls in the group, eight incoming seniors and four juniors, and Drew learned that they were among the Project organizers for the girls’ sports teams.

Kylie, another senior and the midfielders’ captain, told Drew, “Most of the female athletes aren’t scared of the nudity but hate the sexual crap and other shit the Program has. So they’re backing the Project. We’ve got almost 100 percent of the swim team, volleyball, lacrosse, track, softball, basketball, and cheer teams. Maybe half the football team—not sayin’ why only half,” she grinned. “And we heard that the Program rules say we have to play naked, but absolutely no one on any team will agree to that.”

“I think that the different sports’ uniform rules supercede the Program. That’s what I learned at my past schools,” Drew told her.

“Damn, that’s good to hear. Say, here’s Gemma; she’s the D captain and you’ll be playing on her line.”

“Hi, Gemma. This bunch of gals really look like players—you all got that heavy-duty athletic look. Hey, you know that I’m a coach at the Nike soccer camp with Coach Adcock?”

“How’d you score that job? They only hire college kids, I thought,” Gemma said.

“Not to brag, but Coach saw some clips of my playing and spoke to my coach of my PA team. Coach Adcock told me that she was told that my skills match or surpass most college players. And I’ve been teaching skills to my teammates, so she figured I could do the coaching gig. The first week was a blast. There’s a good camper group attending and I’m having fun.”

“Oh shit, I wonder if she’s gonna shake up the D line now with you being here.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t worry. Coach said she’s gonna try new formations. One is a 5-3-2 that has me playing in center, close to the D line. Another is a 3-1-3-3, where I’d play stopper, almost in the midfield. She thinks that will work really well, ‘cause I can set up or even run attacks from the backfield; I’m really fast on breakaways. I play D, but on lots of plays, I’ll run an O attack. It sure confuses the hell out of the opponent ‘cause they don’t know how to mark me. I’m slippery—you’ll see when we scrimmage.”

A good part of the people at the resort had heard about the scrimmage and many came to watch. Drew consulted with Gemma about how she wanted to run the defense.

“Gemma, you’re the captain so you decide. I’m the newcomer here. You know how your mates play.”

“How ‘bout we try your 3-1-3-3 lineup on our side? We’re going against the varsity’s O starters.”

Drew chuckled. “Oh good, a challenge.”

Drew’s team was designated “home,” so they got the dark jerseys, and the “away” team got the ball first. When they began their attack, their first attack crossed the centerline with a give-and-go pass between a winger and their striker, Leia. But Drew was watching closely and she anticipated the likely “go” pass. As the winger’s foot began to strike the ball for her pass back to Leia, Drew, who was already moving toward Leia to block her, accelerated to her top speed and intercepted the pass as she raced between the two players, and without breaking stride, she carried the ball to within ten yards of the opponent’s box as their fullback came out to challenge her and to cut off her shooting angles.

Running now at half-speed, Drew rouletted to the left around the fullback’s strong side, leaving the girl wondering what had happened. This gave her a possible open shot at her right side of the goal. The other two defenders, taken by surprise at the sudden new direction of Drew’s travel, saw the same opening and, as one ran a few steps to her left to try to block a shot to Drew’s left, the goalkeeper came out to block the angle Drew had to her right. All this happened in about three seconds before Drew, still without breaking her stride, chipped a short lob right over the goalkeeper’s head—a so-called Messi chip—and the ball bounced softly into the goal.

Every player on the field watched this, stunned at how quickly Drew had converted her interception into a goal, and the bystanders erupted into applause.

Leia, the striker who was the pass’s intended recipient, jogged over to Drew.

“Tell me that was a fluke, right, Drew? No one’s that fast—how were you able to catch up with Jordan’s pass to me like that, anyway?”

“It’s just my secret invisible jet-packs, Leia,” Drew joked. “I am kinda fast, you know.”

Play resumed, with Drew continuing to dominate the zone in front of her defensive line. In the first forty-five minutes of the scrimmage, Drew had two more interceptions, three stolen balls, two assists, and one additional solo goal.

When they broke for a rest, most of the girls tried to talk to Drew all at once but then Leia called them to back off.

“Give the gal a chance to catch her breath!” she called, “Okay, team, we need to talk before we resume play. We’ve never played against someone like Drew. In fact, I’ve never heard of a high-school player who can do the stuff she does. Um, one sec...”

An adult had trotted over to the girls and spoke to Leia.

“That was my dad. He said that Drew’s a ringer.”

The other girls got shocked expressions and one asked, “How could she be a ringer?”

Leia laughed. “Dad looked her up on a prep-school soccer app. This gal who we’ve been playing against has been selected as a Pennsylvania all-state first-team player two years running and was recently named as one of the top ten high-school defensive players nationally. No wonder she’s been running our O into the ground! All right, Drew. Cut the modesty and tell us about yourself.”

Drew shrugged.”What’s to tell? I’ve been playing for years now and I’m proud of my skills. I practice my ball skills year ‘round and keep up my strength and conditioning. I’ve studied pro soccer game clips and learned the moves. Maybe you should just ask me questions about how I did some of the plays I made. And yes, I’ll teach any of you who wants to learn. But you’ll need to fine-tune your basic skills first. Some of you are quite good. Others, not so much. I’m sure you know who you are.”

For the next ten minutes, Drew answered questions about her playing. Most of her opportunities for steals and interceptions were based on her anticipation of likely players’ movements or on a player’s body language—their physical tells. That, combined with her mentally keeping a constant overall picture of the entire pitch, the players and their movements, and the game’s tempo, frequently enabled her to be in just the right place to make an important play.

When the game resumed, Leia made a change; instead of playing with the varsity starting defense, Leia moved Drew to the visitor’s team where she’d play with the backup and JV defensive players.

“Want you on my team,” Leia joked. “Actually, our subs watching you play in front of them would be a good experience for them, and I want to see if our starting D line can stop you.”

It turned out that they couldn’t. Now playing with the team’s offensive starters, Drew scored on the defense three times and had two assists, plus numerous steals. It was those steals, deep in the opponent’s side, which led to her goals. After the game was over, Drew told the team what she had seen.

“Here’s what happened—I had spotted all of your weaknesses during the first half and simply exploited them in the second. And much of what I saw should be simple to fix, actually. You guys are good—no cap, much better than my PA team. But you unit captains, you need to get your people working together better. Like, here’s one for Kylie: who’s the team’s quarterback? The field play-caller? That’s usually the center midfielder but I didn’t see that in the scrimmage. Coach can’t see the pitch like a player can. True, it’s important to have set plays, but when an unexpected opportunity comes up, someone needs to recognize that and start a play to capitalize on the opportunity.”

Naked scrimmage at resort pitch

“Damn—can’t wait for the season to start, Drew,” Kylie told her. “I’d love to see how you handle the teams we play.”

The others nodded enthusiastically.

“Who’s gonna stay here for a little naked soccer now?” Celeste, a sophomore backup midfielder asked.

Fifteen of the girls decided to stay and they spent a half hour playing seven-on-seven nude, just kicking the soccer ball around. But they unanimously decided that actually playing soccer games nude wasn’t going to happen, at least with them.

Drew, Connor, and Jennifer spent the evening with Emma’s group, trading stories and learning about Sam’s anti-Program blogging campaign [as told in Emma Comes in from the Cold and The Vodou Physicist].

On Sunday afternoon, as the Ritters returned home, Eva asked Drew and Connor about their first nudist experience.

Drew chuckled a little and then told her, “Eva, I don’t think that what we did qualifies as ‘nudist.’ After all, I wore coverups the whole time and Connor wore those pareos. I must say, though, the ones you gave me are quite lovely, so thanks again. And Connor looked so good in Frantz’s pareos—like a men’s fashion model.”

“Yes, you both did look very elegant. And I heard a number of folks saying how nice it was with all the high-school kids there and how well behaved everyone was. Did you know that there were over forty sets of parents that came?”

“No, we didn’t know that it was that many,” Connor answered.

Frantz replied, “I was speaking to the general manager; she’s delighted with how many families came and about a dozen signed up for a seasonal membership. She told me about the amazing deal that Emma had arranged—instead of the $500 cost to the family, she’s subsidized it to just $100 for this season.”

“I didn’t know that Emma’s really wealthy, Dad,” Jennifer said. “That’s what we found out when we were talking on Saturday evening. So she said that she had no problem affording how she subsidized all those day fees. She told us how she had inherited her family’s estate. Her grandfather was some kind of really important industrialist in England, so she owns a bunch of companies there. She has other people running them, though, since she does physics research here at Hopkins.”

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The following week at soccer camp was a welcome relief for Drew since she didn’t have to worry about clothes—or the lack of them. Her regular jersey and shorts and soccer stockings were the only clothes she needed and they felt perfect to her. Drew’s challenge to the advanced campers for any of them to keep her from stealing the ball during dribbling drills hadn’t been met by Wednesday, so on Thursday, Drew worked closely with that group to show them defensive techniques to keep their bodies between the marking opponent and the ball, and how to react when a player challenged them from their front.

On Friday, Connor and Drew decided to visit the local mall, Marley Station Mall, with Jennifer, Wilma, and Sherrill.

When the group picked up Wilma at her house, she looked into the car and joked, “Connor, will you be safe at a shopping mall with four girls?”

“Not sure about it being safe, but it gives me lots of nice eye candy to watch,” he retorted and the girls all laughed.

“Good comeback, Connor,” Sherrill told him. “Soon you’ll be able to survive my own digs.”

They laughed again.

“So what’s at this mall, anyway?” Jennifer asked.

“It’s not a big one, like Arundel, but it has some cute shops,” Wilma said. “Also, it’s right between our two local high schools, us and Old Mill. Neutral grounds there, like,” she laughed. “Last school year, when we went, we’d see the Old Mill Program kids doing Outreach there. You know, some of the shops gave a small discount to the naked kids. Said it brought in business.”

They spent a few hours going shop to shop. Connor found a video-game store so he spent time in there, and then found an electronics shop and a bookstore. He did notice groups of naked kids too—mostly girls, but some boys too.

Jeez, schools’ out, no Program, so what gives there? he wondered.

He found out when he met the girls for lunch at the food court; they were with six naked girls, talking.

“Hey, Connor honey,” Drew called to him as he walked over, wondering what was going on. “Meet our new friends from Old Mill,” she said and introduced the six. “They say they’re doing an advanced Outreach session,” and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, Connor,” Kim, one of the girls, said. “We were in the Program this spring; it was horrible, and they made us do this Outreach as part of it. But it turned out that we liked doing it—especially how it horrifies the older ladies here and how the adult guys react when they see us. So funny! So are the people who stop us and ask us to pose for pictures for them. They stammer and stutter before they can give us their request. So yeah, we like doing this, and we’ll go naked shopping a few times during the summer, just for fun.”

“But you were telling us that you hated the Program itself,” Drew said.

“Right, it was sooo nasty,” Joan told her. “Especially a demo I had to do in my psych class. The teacher had a thing like a lie detector machine and hooked me up to it and had a kid grope me all over, my pussy too, trying to stimulate me and the machine was supposed to show that I got aroused.”

“Did it work?” Wilma asked.

“No idea. I didn’t feel aroused; I was so humiliated and the boy was too rough. After maybe ten minutes, I guess, the teacher stopped and was trying to show wiggles on the screen and explain what they were. Looked like just wiggles to me.”

“But you come here naked still?” Wilma pressed.

“Um, I kinda find it turns me on... being looked at... as long as there’s no touching. Now, that was an awful experience, the groping. A girl I know got a bladder infection from being groped and she said it was really painful. And another... oh, here come the boys... gotta go. Nice seeing you all; got your contact info so we’ll keep in touch. Good luck when you start the Program at GBH.”

Six guys walked by and the girls joined them. The boys were naked too.

“Now that was totally surreal,” Connor observed as he sat down. “So they hated the Program but go out naked anyway?”

“Funny, right?” Sherrill replied. “They became exhibitionists. And their boyfriends did too. You know what they told us? They all have sex together; they call it Program sex and say that’s just sex with no strings attached. I can’t figure out if I’m envious or disgusted by that idea. Shit.”

As they left the mall, Drew commented, “Look over there; another naked teen group posing for pictures. Shit, I could never do that... say Wilma, you and Sherrill said that you’re exhibitionists too. At our resort meeting. Do you guys mean that you’d want to come here naked too and just walk around like those kids did?”

“Sure. You think that’s so terrible to do?” Sherrill asked.

“Unh... no... but it’s just strange for me to think of doing something like that being fun, that’s all.”

“I don’t know why I like showing myself off like that,” Wilma said thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s because I think that nudism is so dope that I wish everyone could do it. Maybe if there was a law allowing nudity everywhere; I’d love that. Like I saw on cable TV, a French show, where the government passed a law that made wearing any clothes a crime and everyone had to be nude all the time. I don’t know French, so I don’t know what they did about clothing when the weather got cold.”

“Sounds like a weird plot, anyway,” Connor said. “Ha, if that happened in real life, it would destroy the French fashion industry, right?”

They all laughed.

When they returned home, Drew opened one of her bags.

“I bought some new curtains I want to put up on the front windows, sweetheart. The ones there are kinda faded. I think that the current hardware will work fine with these, but I’ll let you know if I need help.”

“Okay, honey. I got a GoPro camera for the bike that I want to install. There are a lot of stupid drivers around here and I saw on line that if there’s a traffic incident, having a video backup to show would be important.”

“Okay, that sounds like a good idea, actually.”

The Ritters had decided not to go to the resort that weekend, but Emma was there, and she texted Drew that a bunch of kids who hadn’t been at the previous week’s meeting showed up.

“Looks like your recruiting effort is making progress,” her text read. “Sam, bless her, went around speaking to lots and word of your Project is spreading.”

“That’s good news. Thanks for the update,” Drew responded

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When Monday arrived, Drew and Connor got ready to leave for their second week of soccer camp.

“We’ll see how many kids took the time to look at the videos I told them about,” Drew said as they dressed for the bike ride. “And I’m glad you’ve insisted that we wear our leathers over a bulky sweatshirt, ‘cause remember last week when that truck’s tire popped that rock at me? If I had been in light clothes, that would have given me a big bruise.”

“Yeah, that was a freak thing to happen. That’s why I like to have extra padding when I ride, especially around truck traffic. Something Dad told me to do.”

They went out to the garage and as Connor was opening it, Drew was looking around, enjoying the scenery. Their house backed up to a creek which eventually led to the Patabsco River and she could see the water beyond the trees. Then she noticed a strange car parked a few houses away.

“Look down the block, honey—see that black SUV parked in front of the gray house?” Drew asked Connor. “I think I see movement inside it too.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t look like the cars we’ve seen on the block before.”

“And I recall seeing a black SUV looking like that riding past our house a couple times on Friday, too. After we got back from the mall, when I was hanging the curtains. Our street’s just a loop, so why would someone be riding around it? You know? I’m suspicious. Let’s watch and see what they do. Ride out past them slowly. Maybe I’ll get a look.”

Connor pulled the bike out of the garage and they mounted it. As they passed the SUV, Drew glanced at it.

“Jeez, the side windows are so dark I can’t see inside,” she said, using their helmet communicator. “Oh, it’s turning around. Connor, they’re following us!”

“Shit; well, I’ll surprise them. Let’s see if he follows us through the side streets. Then there’s always a lot of traffic on Ritchie Highway going past the school.”

When Connor turned off onto a side street, the SUV followed, keeping back a fair distance.

“Yeah, he’s following us. Okay, let’s shake him.”

Connor sped up to 35 mph—residential streets had a 25 limit, and he quickly reached Ritchie. The SUV had matched his speed through the side streets. But on the main, two-lane road, filled with vehicles and with traffic lights every quarter mile, he lane-split between the stopped vehicles at the lights and within less than a mile, they had lost the trailing car. Then they turned off Ritchie and continued on to the soccer camp.

“Wonder what the hell that was about, sweetheart,” Connor said as their pulses settled down.

“Whatever it is, we need to keep alert,” Drew advised him.

“Totally.”

That evening, they told the Ritters what had happened.

“And Drew saw that car on Friday afternoon, riding around the loop,” Connor said. “She said it made two circuits.”

“Let’s keep an eye out the next couple of days, then,” Frantz said. “If any of us sees them again, call the police and report a suspicious vehicle.”

On Tuesday morning, when the teens left for the camp, the SUV wasn’t there, so Connor took his usual route. But as Connor approached a strip mall and began to slow down for a turn, motion to Drew’s left caught her eye and Connor cursed.

“Shit, looks like they’re gonna cut us off.”

Sure enough, that black SUV had pulled up beside them on the left, and as it passed, it edged over to the right, forcing Connor into the entry drive to the little parking area and not leaving room for Connor to pull around the SUV without jumping the curb.

Two men leapt out of the SUV and one called, “Federal agents! We need to question you!”

Connor shouted back, “Prove it! FBI, whatever you are, show your ID badges!”

“Kid, we don’t have to prove anything to you. Get over here and into the vehicle now!”

“Like hell we will,” Connor shouted and began to turn his bike to angle around the SUV in front of him, when both men pulled out yellow pistol-shaped objects and pointed them at Connor.

“Get off the bike or we’ll Taser you—now move!” one shouted.

That was when things began to happen quickly. Drew hopped off the back seat, and with a quick motion, she threw a bright yellow object at the closest man, hitting him in the forehead, and he dropped unconscious to the ground. The other man, seeing his partner drop, reflexively fired his Taser. Meanwhile, Connor had noticed that Drew had jumped off the bike, so he started to drop the bike’s kickstand, when the darts impacted his chest. Then Drew let go with another yellow object. Her aim was not as good this time, because she hit the second man on the side of his jaw. He screamed, dropped his Taser, and sunk to the ground, clutching his jaw. Connor dashed over to the unconscious man while he yanked the barbed darts out of his heavy leather riding jacket and dropped them on the ground. Then he grabbed the first man’s unfired Taser and a cube-shaped object lying next to it. He ran back to the bike and started it as Drew, grinning widely, was getting back onto it.

As they rode off, Connor spoke to her on their helmet communicator. “What in the effin’ hell did you do back there?”

Drew laughed. “Better than throwing rocks. Lacrosse balls. Ideal throwing size too; I perfected my technique back at Etown High using the football passing target the team has. I can do three bull’s-eyes in six seconds, too. Got the baseball trainer to clock my throws with their radar and my throwing speed is about 60 miles per hour. I can throw faster but lose accuracy. Ha, I even retrieved the balls I threw,” she laughed. “How come you weren’t shocked? I saw you get hit.”

“I guess the leathers, plus the bulky hoodie I’m wearing underneath, must have stopped most of the shock. Maybe my distance from them didn’t let the darts hit as hard. I did feel a big kick, but nowhere enough to bother me. What happed to those idiots, anyway? Where did your balls hit them?”

“First one hit where I aimed, the forehead. I bet he’s got a concussion. The second was moving as I threw, so I think his jaw’s busted.”

“Awesome. Damn, that’s amazing throwing, but what if you missed?”

“Got three more balls. Carry five,” Drew laughed. “So you liberated a Taser, I saw.”

“Yep, and an extra thing that snaps on the front—that guy had it in his hand when he went down. And now I think I know who those jerks must be. Jerks who claim to be federal agents and attack kids with Tasers. Give you an idea?”

“Oh, fuck. Sure. Those Program enforcer morons. But why did they track us down?”

“Maybe this. They must get reports from all the schools, and remember how we shut down those two interviewers? And they must have gotten your name from Memorial High as someone who got picked but ran away. Maybe they linked those things somehow. Emma said that the people who run that office must be incredibly vindictive, so maybe our dissing those interviewers ticked off somebody in power there.”

“Okay, your reason is better than mine, anyway,” Drew admitted.

“Which is?”

“Absolutely no fucking idea,” and she laughed. “We’re here, so let’s shoot soccer balls instead of lacrosse balls...” Drew began.

“...or Taser darts,” Connor finished and they both laughed. “I think I’ll ask Frantz for his opinion about whether Jay should look into why the Program people are harassing us. We need to check what the GoPro camera caught too.”

That evening, when Frantz heard the story of their encounter, he got Jay on the phone immediately, and Connor related what had happened without going into the blow-by-blow details.

Jay responded to Connor, “So it appears that the first you were aware of that surveillance was when the vehicle passed by your home several times. Then they tried tailing you. And then they pulled a dangerous move by cutting you off. Doing that to a motorcycle rider has been legally held to be negligence. Were there any witnesses?”

“None, but I have a GoPro video of the car cutting me off. You can read the plate number too.”

“That’s excellent...”

“...but after we stopped, the camera was pointed away from the SUV but the audio was still running. I can hear what they were saying on it. Oh, and I picked up a Taser one of them aimed at us.”

“Good—let me give you my email; send me that file and I’ll look into the incident. It could be a case of negligent operation of a motor vehicle and an attempted kidnapping. I’ll let you guys know what I find. Don’t use the camera and put it somewhere safe.”

“Thanks, Jay,” Connor said and the others echoed their thanks.

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At the OSA headquarters in Suitland on the afternoon of the same day, Ross Gerberin, the director of Program compliance and head of the Enforcement Division, was speaking by phone with an agent.

“The docs say that Turner’s got some brain swelling and a severe concussion and is being kept sedated,” the agent was saying. “Wilson’s jaw is broken in two places and he’s lost a few teeth. To get access to the medical people, I had to use my federal enforcement supervisor status, which you know, doesn’t count very much with the local cops, who are really pressing me to explain what happened, since Wilson’s jaw is wired closed and he can’t speak clearly.”

“Could you find out anything at all about what happened?” Gerberin asked.

“A few things. They cut off the motorcycle the subjects were riding and tried to get them into their vehicle. Wilson shot one with a Taser and it had no effect, and they both got severe head blows. The cops want to know why there was a discharged Taser there; its barbs had traces of leather, so they figure that it was used against someone. The cops want to know about that. They said that they only found one Taser at the scene, so it appears that one is missing. But any passerby could have taken it, because maybe ten minutes must have passed between the first 911 call and the police response, and I heard that there were a number of bystanders when the cops arrived.”

“So a Taser is missing. Go on.”

“Next, Wilson’s trying to communicate in writing but with the pain meds and all, that’s not working very well. What I understand is that the agents intercepted the subjects and tried to detain them, but, and he’s completely unintelligible here, the two subjects moved so fast to slug both him and Turner in the face, that he couldn’t even see who hit him or Turner. And he wrote that he’s sure that he hit one of them with his Taser but it had no effect, either.”

“Are you saying that two high-school kids could overcome two experienced men armed with Tasers?”

“Just reporting what I could find out, boss. The cops want to interview me, so how much do I have to tell them of their assignment?”

Gerberin thought for a few seconds. “Okay, we can’t say that this was a botched pickup. The cops in that area recall that nudist park incident from last year all too well. Were the cops there when you were trying to get info from Wilson? Or did they see his notes?”

“No, I was alone. Destroyed the notes.”

“Good. Just tell the cops that the best you can understand from your man is that they were on assignment and stopped to aid a cyclist at the roadside who seemed to need help. But the guy attacked them with a club or something and that’s when the Taser got used.”

They disconnected.

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