GI JOE Porn Story: The Winter Boys – Chapter 6

Six.

By early morning, Kim was gone.

They told me he left in the late evening. His room was cleared and
the Roadster gone.

Even the Lynx we flew over in.

I sulked about in my room acting every bit like the heart broken
young girl, partially because I was heart-broken over his leaving.
And simply I had not a clue as to what Kim was doing. But I kept the
ring on and the listening devices in my pocket just in case

Pinley-Steward was ever loud and boastful, laughing and joking
seemingly at my expense at Breakfast. And that creepy manager of his
kept staring at me as he did, which made me leave well before the
end. Mother later told me that Father royally dressed him and
Pinley-Steward both down in front of the entire Household Staff for
effect for it in his private study for what happened. Even
threatened to throw Pinley-Stewards entire entourage right off the
grounds for upsetting me.

Of course those rotters gave an apology, a feeble one of
course. Mother told me. But they werent really sorry at
all.

No, I gathered that already. He was enjoying my misery.

With Kim gone, there was no need for most of Sixs security people
to remain on grounds. Some would be staying just to guard
Pinley-Steward, but those who did either took it irritatedly or
simply in stride. But before those that left did, Mr. Palmer came up
to see me.

Sorry about it all coming to an end like it did. He honestly
said to me, Really though we had em there for a while.

He was as miserable as I was acting, genuinely so.

But he cant dodge forever you know. He added with a
hopeful smile, Hell hang for what hes done, one way or the
other.

I just nodded quietly as he bid me good-bye.

Staying in the room alone for most of the day, I spent sulking by the
window while bothered by Palmers last words to me. Of course, I
would see Kim again as I was still attached to the Joe Team

But after that last conversation with General Colton, that attachment
would most likely be severed by now. Shutting off the Telecom like I
did really put me in arrears with him, once more my temper gets the
better of me.

Still though, I knew that if I couldnt see him, hed come and
see me

I kept that in mind while gently playing with the ring he gave me
last night, which I wore on the second finger of my left hand.

And thats when someone knocked on my door. Calling didnt do
any good, either they couldnt hear me or understand me. So I went
to the door, opening it without thinking at all and received a blast
of knockout gas right to the face

Adding insult to injury, I breathed in a goodly dose in surprise and
dont even recall hitting the floor. Even more so was the
god-awful smell that dragged me out of that drugged bliss

To see Walter Pinley-Steward himself standing before me, leering.

Did we enjoy our little nap? he mocked, enjoying every minute.

I was standing upright, but not with my own legs. We were standing
at the end of some decrepit corridor, lit by the harsh yellowish
light of some lonely light-bulb. The floor was old mahogany
planking, and at my dangling feet were spent capsules of smelling
saltsbut thats not where the currently powerful odor was coming
from. That came from the open trap door on my leftWe were in the
family bomb-shelter, I realized, sitting unused under the Manor since
the last great war

I was dangling from the ceiling by a cloth rope near the garbage pit,
with my hands tied behind my back and feet bound together.

Youre dead. I growled at him.

In a few more years no doubt. He flippantly threw out. But
todays the day you get to shuffle off this mortal coil.

He looked gleefully insane, like he simply went mad.

But then it occurred to me; why not commit murder?

You wouldnt. I growled again

And he laughed mockingly, Oh I can, and have, and shall. It
doesnt bother me in the least bit, because there were plenty
benefits for me to reap in those demises. But your death, you
retched little whore, will be especially satisfying.

He was, oh he bloody well was

I tried fighting the bindings. Why seems so stupid when I recall it
all, but I thought that if I could break free Id break
Pinley-Stewards fat face.

But naturally, I was too well tied upand gave up.

Well, its very nice and all that you have come to realize your
current predicament.Pinley-Steward casually went on. In that
manner, apparently you have inherited some intelligence from your
Fatherhowever wasted it was.

So it was all just a lie to do this! I glared and spat back at
him. Two of his bodyguards materialized on either side of him, quite
intent on making me regret what I just did

But he blocked them.

No! he barked, I dont want her harmed anymore than what
Im going to do to her!

They backed down, glaring at me.

And to you, he sneered at me, though why Im telling you
this isnt exactly reasonable, but, yes, I am being stalked.
Hunted by someone even I cannot find out. Coming here for
protection was a stroke of genius on my part, using my drivers
demise helped the alibi along, creating an a excellent opportunity to
make your Father pay for causing a good many people much grief by
marrying far below his place.

Money, oh how elegant. But its not unusual; business
dealings and arranged marriages always go hand in hand. It was how
things were done among the Nobles.

And those that lost the most would be very bitter towards those whom
they could not control.

Get the device. He ordered the one on his right, and he faded
from sight.

Then he started waxing solemnly to me, Aw, the pitySo young,
yet fragiletoo fragile to stand the pain of a broken heart when
her lover left her.

His smile became an evil leer as he continued, So, she crawled
down here after leaving the suicide note, raised the lid to the
privy, and duly shot herself dead. Her body falling into the shite
down thereQuite proper for one of your kind.

It would be very proper for you to hang for the murder of Steward
Randolph! I spat back. As well as all your other crimes!

Weve been busy, havent we? He cooed impressedly back.
Youve definitely inherited your Fathers talent for
investigation.

The Bodyguard appeared at his side, with my Walter mounted onto a
simple sort of contraption consisting of a two-foot board with a grip
at either end. But from the rear one ran two rods to the trigger of
the pistolheld in place by a quick release clamp. Rather cheap,
but dangerous just the same.

Pinley-Steward held the thing quite comfortably in his chubby hands.

I glared defiantly back at him.

Ever a fighter, how odd. He remarked. Surely, you dont
want to plead for your lifejust a little?

He wasnt insane. No, he was a monster. He wasnt the kind to
put on a show like this, then back down calling it a joke

And I wasnt about to whimper and cry.

Did Steward Randolph? I grated back.

No, actually he was more defiant as you are, attacking us with his
fists and all–until Ian split his head open with the Cricket Bat.
And yes, that was a sloppy affair with his car and such. But, we
were able to influence the decision in our favor and it all turned
out for the better.

A pity you werent stopped back then. I grated back, trying
to think of ways of keeping the conversation going. I was in a real
fix here, Kim was somewhere I hope close by and the devices would
lead him to me

I just hoped I would still be alive.

He then looked at me for the longest time, savoring the sight of me
dangling there

It was all for money, just money. I glared back.

Youd never understand the arrangements, and theres little
time to explain it all. He spoke as casually as he was gripping
the Device. Theres a necessity for those of the Noble Class to
rule, for they alone can bring this Nation back to the prosperity it
once commanded. Not those worthless politicians who carry
themselves around like Lords they can never be, elected by the common
masses who barely have brains to begin with.

To this end, the ties between the Noble families must be regularly
strengthened to insure stability and longevity. But when your Father
married that dockyard trollop, it devastated one entire branch of
Nobles who been counting on him to properly marry so they
could avoid bankruptcy. A goodly number of business agreements were
scrapped because of it, some involved were unable to recover from
their loss. Instead, they were forced to sell off their lands to
remain solvent, and reduced to giving tours of their estates to
foreign tourists and sell little trinkets of the visits to them for
the income. Horrific to say the least.

But I must say, He added in afterward, that being mocked by
you really has pushed me over the edgeSo, here I am taking the
opportunity to not only repay your Father for all of the harm he has
done but to put you in your place as well wasperfectly
irresistible.

I was going to say something, but forgot what was because I was
surprised by his physical speed. My pistol was against the side of
my head before I could even react, and Pinley-Steward was quickly
pulling back in the lever which would fire the gun with a mad look of
glee on his face

Click!

Pinley-Steward standing there with the most utterly dumbfounded look
of amazement on his face, one I intended to remember until I
eventually died

In fact, I felt like laughing right in his fat face, more from that
than from the gun deciding to misfire when it did.

But it wasnt a misfire Seeing the look of absolute shock
on his face when the slide locked in place after he pulled it back to
clear the dud round did make me laugh, and loudly.

The gun was empty.

That really set him off, for he turned to scream and berate the face
of the hapless bodyguard that fetched him the Device

Only to find Kim standing there instead.

Pinley-Steward had no time to make surprised gasp of breath or
startled gurgle from him, nor did his remaining Bodyguard move
quickly enough. Kim swiftly knocked the device from
Pinley-Stewards hands while kicking his legs out from beneath the
Barrister, before shoving him into his Bodyguard flattening them both
against the wall where they landed soundly in a heap on the ground.

Then he stepped back, drawing both his old military pistols out to
cover the criminals on the floor.

Then he glanced at me dangling there.

Hanging around? Kim asked me with an amused smile.

Just waiting for you. I smiled back, as the sounds of running
feet were starting to be herd outside.

Walter Pinley-Steward did try to worm out of this one. Oh he
blubbered on and on about how it was Kim who was going to kill me,
and that he and his personal bodyguards at great risk set out to save
me.

But between Kims recorder, the Device, both Father and Palmer
catching the rat-faced Business Manager placing the suicide note on
my bed and Palmer again, it was definitely the end.

Yes, Palmerthats where it becomes strange, and tragic too.

But going back a few hours, this is what happened; Kim only wanted to
make it look like he was leaving. Guessing that both his Bedroom and
Fathers Office had been bugged, he managed to leave Father a note
that quickly managed to let him in on what he was doing

He was going to get Pinley-Steward to fall for a trap. Not just any
trap, but a very big trap which had could not escape from; the
monetary transactions and various shady deals Stalker had told us
about. Pinley-Steward had more than adequate security in his room to
warrant just his personal safety, Kim figured he had proof of those
dealings with him simply reasoning that there was no way
Pinley-Steward was going to let such damnedable evidence lie around
even if he was being stalked.

All Kim had to do was turn the Persuader on him to get those illicit
records.

But in the course of breaking into his room, by following him in
under the protection of His Persuader, he found out a lot more than
that.

First, was that Palmer reminded Pinley-Steward of someone from his
Cambridge days, someone he should have remembered right off, but with
everything hes done over the years he couldnt right remember.
So, he dispatched one of his bodyguards to contact Admiral Richards
for information on Palmer earlier in the day. Not legal at all.
Such information is barred from public access on the threat of
violating national security. On that alone should land Pinley-Steward
a good fifteen years in Prison.

But what the Bodyguard brought back with him, from Kims remarks,
Surprised him to no end, before he casually remarked, So
thats where hes been all this time.

Then there was me

Apparently my repeated pleasure at his dismay really irritated him so
much that he wanted me dead, and he was going to do it himself with
that very Device. It was something he had personally built a good
forty years ago, according to the rat-faced Business Manager, who
just simply couldnt stop talking, (loyal indeed), to make it look
like some of his rivals had killed themselves when other means of
removal werent possible. In my case, he knew my suicide
would have a serious effect upon my parentsespecially Father. I
was his darling little angel, you see, whom he always protected the
most. And Pinley-Steward figured the emotional impact of my
suicide would drive my whole family to ruin, just like it did
Eric Randolph fifty years ago. It wouldnt surprise me at all if
there were arrangements made to loot the Familys assets and
Estate afterward.

Oh what a fitting stroke of revenge indeed.

The Police will definitely have their work cut out for them; forty
years of what were considered suicides would now haft to be
reinvestigated to see if they actually were murders.

And they certainly got off to a really good start by raiding
Pinley-Stewards Law Firm, residence, and every safe deposit box he
had. The EU followed suit, and werent taking no from his
employees.

Now for Palmer.

Pinley-Steward did have reason to remember him, a very good
reason at that

He was Steward Randolphs lover.

He openly declared this in the presence of Father, Mother, myself,
Kim, and four operatives from Six, there to keep watch over the
handcuffed Pinley-Steward. And all were astonished by the
revelation, since those of us who knew him ever realized it. We
figured he was a perpetual batcher, nothing more. But as he helped
Kim in getting me down off the hook, while that pig went on loudly
about how he was rescuing me to Father, Palmer turned upon
Pinley-Steward and in the coldest voice Ive ever herd said; I
wish Randy were here to see this.

We never made the connection.

But Pinley-Steward did, right there and then.

He just looked back with horror spreading across his fat face.

But it went like this; Ian Wilkensons Father had gotten into a
really bad deal that left him in danger of being financially ruined,
and the son turned to Pinley-Steward for help, since his Father had
numerous resources to tap.

Unfortunately, tapping those resources was next to impossible since
Government regulators would become very interested if any sizable
amount of money were moved at any one time. Especially to financial
institutions that had been making questionable investments with their
clients funds.

But Pinley-Steward had another plan.

He had known about Randolphs romantic life with another male
student in full detail; that being one Roy Palmer, an up and coming
Mathematics wiz, but not quite up to snuff to rate attention from
Professor Winter. With help from the other Boys,
Pinley-Steward made a carefully laid trap for Randolph which snared
him quite successfully.

The initial plan was to blackmail Randolph to save Wilkenson,
consisting of just enough money per week so to not alarm the
Regulators but to keep Wilkenson House seemingly solvent so to
mislead its shareholders that it was having problems. Randolph
though wasnt about to be leashed and was more than willing to
fight, and really put up one when Wilkenson killed him. Weither it
was accidental or intentional, well never know, but getting rid of
the body so that it looked anything not like a murder was again a
Pinley-Steward plan; he picked the mountain pass where the local
Constable wasnt as astute as the Cambridge Police (which he was
wrong, but still able to cover himself), donated the liquor later
found in the wreck and rigged Randolphs roadster with the rest of
the Boys to race right off the edge.

Now in Palmers case, he had a problem; he couldnt go to the
authorities because he would haft to reveal himself as being
homosexual and thus be punished as they did back then, which would
have lead him to be denied practically all forms of employment
especially the one that he found so desiringworking for Her
Majestys Secret Service. They had been recruiting him on the
virtue of his scholastic and social abilities, but having his sexual
life revealed in such an open manner would have closed that door
forever on the reason that he was a security risk. Which sadly has
been proven true in other cases numerous times.1
And The Winter Boys juggernaut was simply too powerful and too
well connected for him to bring down on his own back then.

And had to live with that shame for the next twenty years. Until
fate handed him his chance in a very surprising way.

As a Field Man for Six, one of Palmers duties in was recruiting
agents; namely the winning over of both ordinary and special people
to perform intelligence work in their native lands where no foreigner
(especially one raised and educated in England) could do without
attacking unwanted attentionwhich he was extremely good at. This
was also extended to expatriates who were always looking for money.

Twenty years ago, Revolutionaries, fed with money and arms from drug
traffickers and Cuba, were starting to make South America into a very
hot place for all the wrong reasons. Palmer had been sent by Six to
hunt up local talent for an intelligence network that would keep an
eye on the local troublemakers. During the course of his mission,
Palmer decided to try recruiting the local Priest who was British and
had been living in the area for the past fifteen years.

I could imagine his surprise when it turned out to be Peter Quippen.

For fifteen years, Pinley-Stewards former close associate lived
amid the jungle squalor with a mixture of fear and resolve at that
incident returning. For he too was trapped by what he did that
night. Even if he turned Queens Evidence hed hang right along
side the others for the crime of murder, so he fled the luxury life
for the struggling one of a Missionary among the poorest of South
America.

And now there he was, on his knees before Palmer confessing all.

Others would have probably put a bullet into Quippen after getting
what they wanted, and Palmer did demand a confession on both paper
and recorded tape. But he didnt kill out of revenge, and
wouldnt. Quippen had abandoned all for the sake of Penitence, and
Palmer let him be.

But Palmer was stuck by the irony; Quippens confession gave him
the means to bring them all down. However, that meant exposing
himself as being Homosexual, (though he had been alone since
Stewards death), and Quippens part as well in the matter. So
he had to contend himself with waiting; waiting for attitudes to
change, waiting for those he hunted to become complacent, and most of
all planning out the best ways of gaining perfect revenge against
them. Undoubtedly, any legal maneuvering would be fought by
Pinley-Steward. So it had to be done the cold calculated way

By murder, if you could call it that considering what they were.

So from the start of this year, he carried out his plan of revenge.

Wilkenson and Werrow were the easiest, though in Wilkensons
case he had to lure the drunken banker out of his cabin to the
railing, where after punching him in the stomach he threw his lovers
murderer into the water. Nobody on board the yacht herd the splash
because the party was just too noisy, and he was away for anyone was
the wiser. Werrow went to his demise roughly the same way, but
Palmer broke his neck at the top of those stairs before throwing the
body down them.

Rother was a little more difficult, needing a months worth of
work to finally discover ( with Sixs help) that he was going to
take his newest sports car on vacation with him in the Alps. Palmer
had to time the accident right with a small explosive taped to the
right-rear wheel of the car so when Rother, a notorious speed freak,
was heading into a right turn hed set the bomb off. Incidentally,
Palmer was driving the small car that Rother was passing when he had
the accident.

But for sheer spectatularness, the orchestrated end of Misters Rowe
and Barker was in step with any stunt from any James Bond movie.
What helped was the fact that the planes door could be opened and
closed automatically, add a simple timer to the door controls and
carefully pack an air bottle and parachute for the leap from the
plane one hour before its arrival in Bermuda. Of course, by then,
Rowe and Barker were already dead from suffocation. But their
personal pilot, a mercenary wanted for various crimes in Africa, was
dead a lot longer.

Palmer kept Quippens confessions safe while carrying out his
painstaking revenge against The Winter Boys. All of which would be
released in detail once the deeds were done, as so he told us all.
But Kim had a thing or two to say on why Pinley-Steward ran to my
Father for protection.

Better him than me I would have broken down crying.

When Pinley-Steward managed to have him self protected on the
Drummond Estate, you must have been caught off-guard by the
unexpected move. Kim stated. For any attempt here would have
been exploited by Pinley-Stewards associates to reflect badly upon
Lord Drummond and his Family.

But when you herd of the investigation Lady Angelica and I were
conducting under her Fathers supervision, you found a better
opportunity for revenge.

At that, Palmer smiled back. It was perfect, and what you two were
able to gleam from his business transactions should open plenty of
doors to the European Unions investigators. But I do apologize
for what happened in BernApparently, I wasnt too careful at
Cambridge.

Kim was right, it was something from the past

Only he didnt look so proud of it.

Kim and I needed to be held over for the Inquest. General Colton
didnt like that a whole lot, but since Kim was a major witness for
the case against Pinley-Steward it was necessary for him to stay in
England. Father, now installed as the head of Six, at Government
request due to the resignations of Richards and many others of the
Hierarchy when their ties to Pinley-Steward became known, did
guaranteeing his safety while he remained over here.

However, Father made himself very clear; after the Inquest, we were
to leave for America.

I dont think I can keep the General sated for much longer than
that. He explained to us. And also insisted that I apologize to
General Colton for my rudeness towards him over the Telecom, while he
was on the line.

Which General Colton graciously accepted, only after giving me a well
deserved chewing out about my temper

That gave us a week to relax. Father and Mother made certain we
wouldnt, couldnt be disturbed during that time.

But it was an effort …

Within mere hours, the Media outlets had the full story of The Winter
Boys assorted evil doings as they claimed. A lot of it was
outright tripe, meant to sensationalize on Walter Pinley-Stewards
initial arrest for the attempted murder. But there was that which
was leaked to the media from within Sixs now fluxing interior,
taken directly from information Palmer and the Business Manager had
freely given while in custody. This drove Father utterly mad with
rage, and he set out personally to plug the holes back at the
Office.

We didnt see him for three whole days. And when he returned, poor
Father was utterly worse for ware. As we were from the media
besieging the Manor, all the way up to the day of the Inquest. They,
of course, tried latching onto Kim in all sorts of sensational ways
when they discovered who he was. But he told them quite
clearly in person, on the very bright and clear day Father staggered
back home, with several guards standing behind him, that the affair
wasnt about him at all.

It was about Walter Pinley-Steward and his crimes.

And on that very cheerful morning, the whole family was there as we
in our best gave our testimony at the Inquest about all that had
occurred. The legal aid Pinley-Steward hired for his defense, all
seven of them, tried every conceivable trick and maneuver to disallow
and discredit every shred of evidence against their client, even to
direct attacks upon Kims creditability as a witness for his part
in the affair and his fugitive status as well. They even went after
Palmer as well, though their request that his testimony be
discredited due to his status of Murder was laughable. The
Media already had made him out to be the tragic hero of a tale
spanning fifty years, persistently crusading against the absolute
corruption of the elite Winter Boys. And the public adored him
for it, with thousands gathering to show their support from across
all lines out in front of the Courthouse and across the country.

But Murder is a crime regardless. It was just the circumstances were
highly unusual in this case, considering that those he murdered were
they themselves murders as wellwhen it was convenient for
them to be, as Kim himself argued. And that these individuals
couldnt be touched by any conventional legal means due to Walter
Pinley-Stewards incredible skill and corrupted reach within the
very justice system itself which like Six, was undergoing its own
reorganization due to several resignations.

The Justices had seen and herd enough of Pinley-Stewards affairs,
and wholeheartedly considered all the evidence (even Kims) to be
creditable beyond a shadow of doubt finding him guilty of both the
murder of Steward Randolph and my attempted murder. There were many
other things pending that would come soon enough to light, and he
would surely stand for them all

While Roy Palmer could live out his life with full retirement from
Six, without ever seeing a day in Prison.

As he was, flanked by six police officers, wearing one of those brown
business suits but wearing ankle and wrist shackles, the Great
Walter Pinley-Steward sat through it all in silence.

And after the verdicts were given, after they stood him up to lead
him away to the cell, Walter Pinley-Steward was openly crying.

Not that it moved me to tears; for all that he had done and tried to
do

But somewhere, I think, Professor Winter was crying too.

1
Authors Note–Soviet Agents from the 1950s till the 1970s
often preyed upon members of Britains Foreign Office and
Intelligence Agencies when they discovered them to be closeted
homosexuals, and threatened to expose them as such if they didnt
cooperate with them.

Alan Turning, whos work in breaking
the ENIGMA Code during the Second World War, and who also laid the
mathematical ground work for the development of Computers, lost all
governmental credibility and access when it was discovered that he
was a homosexual in the 1950s which eventually led to his
suicide.

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