Tranxending Vision

Thompson's office, Department of Security, Area 51.

Thompson's buttocks clamped down on the female soldier as he began grinding on her. The soldier on the other hand was trying her best to hold in her disgust and dismay despite appearing aroused.

The National Security instigation booth was uprooted and their urgent appeal hastily handed to their chief, only for him to act to it with his obese hinds.

"Oh baby, baby, how gorgeous you are." Thompson began his sweet talk.

"I have the highest praise for your mother."

"Huh, do I remind you of her?"

"Because she made you, you pretty little thing."

"Right...Sir, about the promotion, when are you going to consider it…?" The female soldier wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping him close at the right time while she awaited her answer.

Thompson was nevertheless in a pleasant mood. "Sure, I'm feeling generous today. I'm going to fill up the documents by the end of the night. You're in luck."

Smooch!

She cupped her lips onto his and gave him a tight kiss. "General, let me treat you in return."

"Hahaha, aren't you a darling." Thompson was exhilarated as she smirked. He detached himself from the female subordinate before he went lying down on the couch. The man was at ease and no doubt in pleasure.

Doot doot doot… Doot doot doot…

"Goddamnit who's calling at this hour?" The female soldier was displeased.

Thompson retrieved his custom made hand-held.

Holding on Thompson's arm, she pouted, "General, don't pick up the call…"

Thompson took a glance at the screen and subsequently swiped her hand away.

"Sir!" She was persistent.

Thompson spanked her on the ass as he comforted, "This is an important one. I have to take it. As for your promotion, I'll get to it. Be a lamb and leave, alright? I need to pick up this call."

The female soldier grabbed her discarded clothing and left Thompson's office. She was clearly relieved that her session with him ended prematurely, and now that he personally requested, she didn't need him to repeat as she hurried her way out.

After the soldier left the office, Thompson finally accepted the call. Reactively lowered his voice, he spoke, "Mister James, is there a problem? I'm in the middle of something here."

He was on the edge because the caller was none other than Xia Lei. He could dismiss anyone in the world at that moment, even flipping the finger at the President. But not Xia Lei. Xia Lei was his personal money printing machine and his lucky star.

"Mister Thompson, listen closely, everything I'm about to say is important."

"Alright, I'm all ears. Do proceed, Mister James," Thompson was modest.

"In ten minutes, I need you to send me a complete list of every single personnel in Area 51 on duty tonight, straight to my mailbox."

"What…?"

"Is there a problem, Mister Thompson?"

"No, it's not that Mister James. I will do anything for you, but doing so will leave evidence behind. It's only a matter of time before they trace it up to me," Thompson explained.

Xia Lei replied, "You're the top official for defence and security in Area 51. I'm sure you have a way to observe all entry points of the area without taking a single step out of the office now don't you?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"Are you somehow unaware of cameras? Gather enough footage through photos and send them to me. That way there wouldn't be any traceable evidence back to you!" Xia Lei raised his voice.

"Ah hah!" Thompson slapped himself on the forehead, "Right! Why didn't I think of that? Alright, consider this done Mister James. I'll gather the photos and send them to you soon."

"Second, the western National Police checkpoint has been demolished, is there any response from the Pentagon and CIA?"

"I just got the updates from the CIA but I've not got the time to get around it. I'll look through them immediately!" Thompson hastily scrambled to his desk and began flipping through the confidential update, while simultaneously updating Xia Lei on its contents. "They found corpses of gang members around the station. Though, it seems that the killer who've gunned down members of the National police squad was one of their own.

The perpetrator fired from behind, leaving no living evidence before he committed suicide. Furthermore, they found out killer X has been dwelling amongst the gang members."

Their cause of death, killer X, clearly points to Zhu Xuanyue. Zhu Xuanyue chose to hunt in America and left a trail of rotting brains loosely hanging to the corpses. The American intelligence and police force could not wrap their heads around it, so it was only normal that they labelled her as killer X.

"You don't have to explain the incident to me. Get straight to the part on the Pentagon and CIA's response protocols."

Thompson hurriedly flipped through clumps of pages, before he replied, "There isn't any, sir. No advice from CIA, or any military instruction from the Pentagon, besides to heighten our defence measures, and…"

"And what?"

"To forward a complete list of all personnel getting in and out of Area 51 to the CIA." Thompson was perplexed at how exactly identical the CIA's instructions were with Xia Lei's to him.

"That's all I need, and here's the final thing," Xia Lei added, "In an hour, I will enter Area 51. I need you to make it happen, however you can."

"Huh, but…"

"After tonight, you will get all the money you need. So, Mister Thompson, one last mission and you're set for life," Xia Lei declared.

Thompson paused for a long while.

"What is your current location now?"

Xia Lei replied, "My current coordinates are 37.233382，115.81049. Get to work and remember, you've got one hour, that's all."

Thompson was already on the verge of tearing up. "Mister James, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you with this. I wouldn't want anything more than to complete the deal tonight. But I'm sure I've mentioned that the tech in Area 51 is the best there is in the world right now. Even if you could disguise yourself as just about anyone on this planet, the face recognition technology in place could still reveal your identity."

Area 51 was renowned to be the hardest place on Earth to break into. It was no secret that Chinese intelligence has eyed an infiltration for a while now, only to no avail. So did the Russians, notably making it among their main goals during the USSR era.

"You gave me just an hour. There is no way I could make it out safely for you! Not even if you could put on enough makeup to look like a carbon copy of me."

Xia Lei offered a solution. "Mister Thompson, relax, I've got a plan set up for you."

"You do...?" Thompson was stupefied.

"Listen here…"

Thompson's mouth was wide open.

Meanwhile, over at the radar station at the fringes of Area 51.

A minuscule red dot began flashing on the edge of the radar indicator. Noticing the intruder, the army patrol held up the communicator and ordered, "You're now trespassing the boundaries of the American military territory, stand back. I repeat, stand back and turn around or we will strike you down. Final warning!"

On the other end of the communicator, a voice replied, "We've got approval from the Pentagon, established code tmx11809."

The watchtower patrol inputted the code into the system, and it was valid. "The code is valid, please provide the entry password."

"XJ77963."

The soldier subsequently replied, "The password is correct. Landing authorised. Upon landing, please abide with all investigation and handling protocols on Area 51 grounds."

"Roger that."

After the call ended, the watchtower patrol picked up the base landline and dialled straight to Thompson's office.

The line connected, and Thompson took to ask, "What is it?"

"Sir, there is an administrative black hawk chopper landing in the compound, valid Pentagon approval is displayed and authorised to enter."

"Who is it?" Thompson added.

"On the certification of approval it stated an ambassador from Lockheed Martin but no specific names were given sir."

"No names specified?"

"Yes sir, this doesn't align with the protocols sir. But the approval is valid so there is no denying their entry."

"Find out everything on those people and send me a written report ASAP. Over." Thompson hung up the phone.

The watchtower patrol burst into an explosive rant. "Motherfucker must be with that bitch Jenny again. God damn what a scum of a couple!"

Back in Thompson's office.

Thompson flipped open his laptop and began withdrawing all lists of entry, along with that specific certificate of entry. He then quickly snapped photos of all records. Throughout this process, however, he had not a single clue of what he was a part of, all he knew was he was the general and he sure was busy.

Two minutes later, another administrative black hawk landed on the helipad within the area.

The doors flung open, and out came two sleek and alluring blonde women one after another, before assisting a blond young man off the helicopter.

The visitors were none other than Lockheed Martin's new CEO Kestin and his two attractive female bodyguards, Charlotte and Eva.

The two blonde women were dressed in pairs of fitting black pantsuits, the skinny fit cut on their outfit portrayed their mesmerising curves from top to bottom. They were a sight to behold even amongst all the European beauties. For beauties like these two to present themselves at a military base, it was a genuine wonder how many toilet rolls the lonely soldiers were to go through that night.

Not long after, a military use cross country vehicle came charging along with several military personnel on board.

"You guys go ahead, I'll inform them that we have special authority to skip the search protocol," Kestin said.

Charlotte and Eva nodded and proceeded towards the military-grade all-terrain coming their way. Before they could get close, a light whistle was heard.

Kestin retrieved his phone and dialled a full 32 digit number. Seconds later, he kept his tone low as he reported, "I'm in, everything is going just as you've planned."

Nothing was heard from the other side of the line.

After a two-second pause, Kestin hung up. He brisk-walked towards the all-terrain and there he caught glimpses of his two striking female bodyguards heckling Thompson's henchmen as they attempted to proceed with a search.

Over in the middle of the outer ring of Area 51, it was but a void of sand and nothingness.

Xia Lei tapped on his email app on his phone, and after logging in, his forehead crinkled from dismay. Lockheed Martin is coming to join the party tonight too? Even if there wasn't a name, he knew Kestin was there. Who the hell was he, and who was he actually working for?