Free Freedom Express by Mack Maloney Page B

genius for the cross-eyed madman. He had turned the place into a natural riddle: It was almost impossible to find, yet it stood out like a sore thumb from the surrounding landscape. It was laughably vulnerable from all sides, yet no enemy could approach it from any direction - either by land or by air, day or night - without being spotted while they were still miles away.
     
    Best of all, the place looked deserted -yet it housed hundreds of weapons, a dozen barracks, a mess hall, a small power generation plant, two fuel dumps and two airstrips long enough to handle any jet fighter. To protect it all, dozens of SAM nests lay hidden in its perimeters, holding enough missiles to shoot down an entire air force and still have some to spare.
     
    But the gem of his secret encampment was Devillian's heavily guarded, "invisible" mansion that sprawled over nearly three acres of the northern side of the base. Separated from the rest of the military installation by a series of security barriers, the mansion contained Devillian's personal living quarters, as well as the customed-designed Combat Command Center, which was the electronic brains for the Burning Cross.
     
    This control center was actually a huge war room filled with state-of-the-art communications equipment. One entire wall of this room featured an immense control panel that electronically linked everything from the defensive installations ringing the base to the dozens of Burning Cross outposts set up in remote locations throughout the Badlands. From this one room, Devillian could send orders and receive information from anywhere in his organization's rapidly growing domain.
     
    Devillian had two favorite spots in the twenty-room phantom mansion: One was the War Room; the other was his Play Pen.
     
    The Play Pen was a lust chamber that contained, among other things, a giant sauna and whirlpool, a huge video screen, a forty-foot-long, marble-topped bar, several massage tables and a massive waterbed. The ceiling and most of the walls of the huge room were covered with large mirrors; the remaining wall featured a bizarre catalog of sexual restraining devices.
     
    It was here that Devillian headed as soon as he climbed out of the Hind. Despite the period of stimulation provided by gunning down scores of helpless Indians over the past two days, the long trip from Football City had left him tired and just a little tense.
     
    But he knew exactly how to take care of that.
     
    As he entered the Play Pen, he immediately yanked a long velvet cord dangling from the ceiling, sounding a bell in another corner of the house. Less than a minute later, two young women-a young, busty brunette and an older, slimmer, very pretty blonde -entered the room.
    Both were wearing sheer silk robes that did nothing to hide the alluring contours of their bodies.
     
    "It's been a long two days, girls," Devillian told them crudely.
    "And I'm aching all over. So get to work."
     
    The two girls helped Devillian undress. He stretched out on the massage table, and for the next several minutes, their nimble fingers roamed all over his white, pudgy body.
     
    Finally he sat up.
     
    "Make drinks," he said to the blonde. Then he turned to the brunette and barked, "And you, help me put in a movie."
     
    The blond girl, whose name was Desiree, scampered to the bar to make cocktails, while Diamond, the brunette, accompanied Devillian to a long, low sofa situated in front of the video screen. Devillian opened a large cabinet at one end of the sofa, revealing several shelves filled with hundreds of his homicidal pornographic videos.
     
    "Get out three-oh-three," he commanded. "And make it quick."
     
    Diamond's heart sank as she pulled out #303. She knew it featured women making love to each other in a variety of sadistic ways. She also knew the effect it would have on Devillian. After watching it for only a few minutes, he would order Desiree and her to perform the same perverted acts on each other. She hated