Troy Island

Roger woke up suddenly and saw the time. "Damn! It's midday! I let Rebecca alone at the Department!"

He left his building and crossed the Rock Avenue in his airmotorbike, but in civil clothing. Entering the complex through several automatic doors made him remember Forniture Men Bar and the young slim guy with his cock inside the Whiskey cold glass. But the smile of pleasure freezed when he looked at the room where he left Rebecca the last night: It was empty. 

He checked all the security cameras to see at what time she left, but was terrorized to see that there was no evidence of her, as she never has entered the place. Roger took the electronic stick that was his way to control the entire system and forced the most hidden cameras surrounded the Police Department: same results. She disappeared.  

Nervously he returned to the streets and went back to her department. It was closed by the police with a security seal. He opened it with the electronic stick and went inside. The apartment was in silence and a digital silhouette of Nassin was at his desk. There were no traces of Rebecca. 

He called the legal medicine inspector that was in charge of the Nassim autopsy. The results were ready at his online network. The Captain checked it on his phone: Poisoned by a synthetic agent. Time of contamination: 5 minutes before the heart attack. Way of contamination: contact with the hands' skin. 

"And where is Rebecca?" he thought. It could be that she was the main suspect and she killed her husband or she is the next victim. 

There is a way to locate a person in Troy Island: The Monitor Department. 

The Monitor Department is the last floor of the Inter-Intelligent Tower B, the tallest skyscraper in the city. Very few persons have access to the area. The chief was a Danish senior in his 70s that in the outsider world was searched by the Interpol for sophisticated online crimes. Mr. Heng gave him shelter with the condition to put all the online security of Troy Island under a powerful protection that hides the city from any outside contact or supervision. 

As chief of the Troy Department of Police, Roger has direct access to the MD, but he must complaint with all strict policies. Many conditions were to be authorized directly by the Caesar, meaning Mr. Heng. 

 Aage was at his laptop in a big place that seems more as an empty white space without much furniture and the walls made of hundreds of cells. It was cold and there were the chords of a Danish song. 

- Yes, Captain... what I can do for you? - said Aage without looking to him. Although his old years, he kept his bodybuilder figure and the aspect of an old Viking with a formidable height of 1,80 m. 

- Mr. Aage, I need your help... I need to find somebody immediately... 

- Right... just show me the full authorization from the Caesare.

- Come on, Mr. Aage, it's just a location. We are right in the investigation of a case to prevent espionaje into Troy...

Aage looked for the first time at Roger and smiled.

- I believe you, Captain, but I cannot authorize any search myself. I could be dismissed and you know what it would mean for me: I can be expelled from Troy Island and become a pray for the Interpol. 

- Kære - said Roger in Danish - don't think that Mr. Heng will let you go so easy. But I assure you that nothing bad will happen. Help me with this search... it's urgent.

- No Way, Captain. Get your due permission. Now I excuse myself. 

Aage looked back to the computer with the intention to ignore the presence of the Captain, but suddenly two powerful arms caught him against the chair. His glasses fall to his chest and he saw the handsome face of Roger looking straight to his eyes.

- Please Rogger, no now... - he pledged, but then he saw the dick of the Captain over the laptop screen.

- Would this key help you, Kære?

The old man's heart beat strongly and Roger felt it.

- Calm down, Kære... That heart is not made for running too fast. 

Roger removed the  shirt of the old Danish that was rather a silver fabric and massive muscles trembled at the exposure of the cold environment. The young policeman played immediately with his nipples and Aage abandoned himself to the pleasure of the moment. The laptop fall on the illuminated neon tile without any damage. The Danish music, played by an intelligent system that could read the emotions of the listeners, changed to be a sensual melody. 

It is the first time we can see the strong dick of Captain Roger. He remained with his uniform, because he was in duty. But his gang left through his zip, great, hard, long, venous and hit the trembling skin of the old Viking who was moaning like a baby. The dick ascended through his belly and then chest, followed by two rounded testicles that filled the pleasure of Aage who was whispering Åh min gud, Åh min gud... in infinite mode. 

In a moment Roger remembered that the man was 70 and so much emotion could break his heart and he stopped suddenly. The head of his dick was already reaching his neck. 

- Aage, it can be bad for your health, man...

The Danish opened wide his eyes and saw to the black eyes of Roger.

- Hvad fanden! - meaning 'What the fuck' - Just keep running that fucking train to my mouth, son of a bitch...

Roger blushed at that vulgarity of the Danish. He was always a gentleman and he disliked rude people. 

- Could you be a little more kind, Kære?

The old man got the idea. He knew that Roger could be the man with the longest dick and cutest face he knew in town, but he was, first of all, a gentleman.

- Sorry, sorry, Captain... May you, under your infinite kindness, put your sweet penis inside my mouth?

- Oh... Of course, sir! Why you did not ask it before???

The Captain jumped his dick from the neck of the old man to his hungry mouth that was guarded by a blond moustache. Aage sucked it like a baby, with a real tender expression in the face that makes Roger to feel love for the old genious. 

When he felt his interior bumping already, he prevented Aage...

- I am coming!

The old man opened his eyes and indicated that he wanted to get all the shoot inside his mouth. 

The Captain felt the semen running from the interior of his being, like a volcano and exploded inside the man's mouth, who made a funny expression, like a guy enjoying a cream of something sweet.

Roger stood and looked at Aage...

- Do you want to cum? 

- Oh, I am fine, son... mmm just let me dream with you tonight.

- Well? - he said.

- Who is that person? The one you are looking out?

- Her name is Rebecca. Her husband was under an investigation for espionage, but he seems to be assassinated last night. I left her in a room of the Police Department, but now she disappeared. 

- Did you check the security cameras? - said Aage while cleaning the Captain's semen with a tissue and opening his computer. 

- Yes, of course... but it is the strain... it seems like there was never such an action... It is like somebody removed the footage. 

Next: Where is Rebecca? Is she a suspect or a victim of the mysterious force behind the crime of Nassin?