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ELI BEIGHT
by
S.L. McKay
2034PRESCIENT DREAMA LIEDYING KINGMAKER
CAPILLARY CATERPILLARSREAGAN RANCH SPACE SPA
HOME GUARDIANWATERGATEPAVLOVIAN CHIPS
BERNAYS' PERFECTIONINDOCHINEUNIVERSALISTS
ARCHAICSUNIGENTSWORLD ORDER FEDERATION
(WOF) DESERT ATLANTISBALANCERS1934TEXAS
VALHALLAFINI 2014SUMERSJADE VIRUSDAUGHTER’S
REVENGEGEN X-ERS BOOMFALLUJAHAQUA D’OR
SENGAMINESARIAN-AQUARIANSHOLOGEBRAZIL
PSYCHOTIC PEACENIKJOI OHIO2004AGED NEW
AGERSJAXGLOBAL INFORMATION NETWORK (GIN) 
AUSSIE NUKESGREAT RAIN MOTHER3 WORDSM-PLEX
KINESTHETIC INTENTIONAL PEACE PROJECT (KIPP)
LUCID TUESDAYDAJBIRD FLU FOOLERY1994
LOVERS COLLIDEENEMIES UNITESUBSAHARAN
SAMSARANEOCON-NEOLIB REDUXQUE DIABLO?
BOJE MOJ!POWER -V- FORCEFUTURE NOW
Copyright 2005
S.L. McKay
All Rights Reserved
ELI BEIGHT
Oddly, her final sensation was neither shock nor pain. Dismay too
late to overcome washed over her as a cool breath caressed her ear,
rasping two words into her wilting brain: a lie.
Gasping, Joi’s eyes flew open. The phone was ringing.
Nightmare-induced panting had voice-activated the call.
Chapter One
“Time, 3:10 a.m. central standard.” Noted a sensuous male
voice before connecting the caller.
A bony hand reached for her heart. Fear flashed red. Surged
“Joi? Darling can you hear me?”
through her veins. Eyes bulging. Heart racing. Body frozen. A living
She pressed a palm against her chest. Felt no gapping
statue unable to fight or flee. The emotive organ screamed. Slammed
wound. Felt her heart thudding beneath clammy flesh.
against her ribcage; bruising itself senseless in a futile attempt to
“Hello? Joi are you there?”
escape its craven host. She flinched as fingers of the hand, frigid as
She collapsed onto her pillow and groaned into the darkness.
icicles, began stroking her palpating flesh, numbing it like Novocain.
“Yes.”
Were it not for the crimson that oozed between them, she wouldn’t
“Were you sleeping? I’m up at the Reagan Ranch and haven’t
have known that icy fingers with razor-sharp talons had broken her
a clue about time down there.”
tender flesh. Cracking of bone breached morbid fascination. Agony
“Just check the level of your vodka bottle,” Joi mumbled.
that burst arteries and melted marrow devoured cognizance. Lungs
“Is something wrong with Rolf? I can’t see you.”
collapsed from a shriek pitched too high for lowly mortal ears to
“It’s three in the morning and the lights are out.”
discern. The cold, rigid hand clutched her warm, supple heart and
“The lord of Valhalla hasn’t had Rolf programmed to turn on
squeezed into a tight fist before ripping the organ from her chest.
your lamp when he engages a call?”
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“I repeat: it’s three a.m.”
such edgers, in fact, that they come with some gruesome risks. For
“Sorry, darling. Shall I ring back later?“
instance, if the caterpillar’s appetite were incorrectly programmed it
“No need. There’s no change.”
could bite off more than it should chew and severe an artery. Or an
“What do the doctors say?”
overzealous technician getting me too tuned up might cause my
“What they’ve been saying.”
neutrons to go off like firecrackers in a ceramic pot, or perhaps turn
“Ah. I see.”
me into the Bride of Frankenstein.”
Joi muttered, “No, you don’t.”
Had Joi cared to listen, the comparison to a character in a
“Not likely to come out of the coma, then?”
century-old movie would have been lost on her. Instead, she absently
“Brilliant deduction.”
commented, “What a shame.”
“I suppose that there’s no point in me cutting my
“Oh, it sounds worse than it is. No need to worry. I put my
rejuvenation short then, is there?”
affairs in order before shuttling up. Minor risks, really, considering
The question hung in the air like cheap perfume, which Joi
that after the procedures you and I will be about the same biological
refused to acknowledge by holding her breath. Marcia finally cleared
age.”
the air with a sigh.
“How miraculous. Ever thought of taking Papa with you?”
“This excursion isn’t just about jet-pack pony rides, meteor
“Joi, darling, you know he consulted the best experts on the
mineral showers, and cosmic cocktails, darling. Doctor McNeil
planet. His disease was too-“
insisted on the full treatment, including a capillary caterpillar session
“Too far advanced. I’ve heard the mantra. There’s nothing to
to scour my cardio-vasc pathways and a neurotune to get the old
be done.”
brain pistons firing like new. All done while I’m in some type of nongravitational cryogenic state. Totally scoot. These procedures are
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“Yes, nothing. Nothing the doctors, or you, or I can do.
“Was, darling. Rolf was as efficient as they came in that
That’s why there’s simply no point in my cutting my rejuvenation
year—what is he twenty-seven, twenty-eight?”
short.”
“Thirty.”
“Right. No point.”
“Really? A 2030 home guardian? More advanced than his
“You’ll notify me when he…when…”
performance indicates. Still, I would think milord could afford Victor
Teeth clenched. “Yes.”
2034. My Victor practically reads my mind, uncanny really. Since
“About the arrangements-“
you’re stuck with Rolf at least have the good sense to run an update.
“Already taken care of.”
I don’t know how you sleep in that mausoleum without the latest
“Did you-“
protection. That desert tomb is a magnet for the criminal mind, miles
“He did.”
and miles from nowhere with only a handful of people living
“Of course. Who else? In splendid detail, no doubt.”
therewith how many rooms?”
Balling her hands into tight fists, Joi welcomed the sharp
“Fifty seven.”
burn of fingernails pricking her palms. “It’s late-”
“Only fifty seven? Seems like there’s twice as many and, as I
“Joi, if there’s anything you need-”
recall, most are unused and crammed with antiques and treasurea
“Your name’s on the notification list.”
calling card for looters. How it remains dank and drafty in that arid
“I do hope Rolf will get it right.”
climate is creepy, too. Brrhh! Gives me the shivers just thinking
“Rolf is as efficient as they come.”
about it. Of course, catching pneumonia is the least of your worries.”
“Was.”
Joi shook her head and stared into the darkness, annoyed
“What?”
with herself for not having the guts to hang up. Static piped staccato
through the connection, underscoring the expanding silence. An
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audible sigh broke the rhythm. Neither woman was sure who had let
The light clicked off and Joi Ohio drifted into dreamless
the sentiment slip.
sleep, her nightmare forgotten.
“Really dear, be careful. There are people who would like
nothing better than to…well, with things being as they are be
As Joi slumbered in the east wing of what had once been a
cautious…watchful. Get Rolf up to speed.”
rugged highlander’s castle her grandfather lay dying in the west wing.
“Your concern is noted. Anything else?”
The modern-day kingmaker was departing and not a single trumpet
“You sound put out with me, Joi. I’m only voicing motherly
had been sounded. No fanfare to bid him adieu. No gathering of the
concern.”
faithful to pray for his immortal soul. Not even the customary
“You’ll be notified when Papa dies, anything else? If not, I—“
circling of vultures. Like the knights of old, the once renowned Odin
“Oh! The yellow light’s come on. Call break’s over. I’m off
Karn was fading from collective memory. There could be no more apt
for a space walk. Zero gravity does wonders for boobs and bum. You
setting than a gothic bastion to rendezvous with the Reaper.
really must try it, dar-” A wave of static crashed through the speaker
Karn had won the fifteenth century Scottish castle in a poker
and ebbed to a dull hum.
match sixty years earlier. The unexpected boon triggered a fancy
“Don’t forget to pull your head out before tightening!” Joi
notion that he might someday retire and enjoy the life of a Scot’s
seethed into the darkness. “Rolf, disengage.”
gentleman. Three big problems with that line of thinking had been
Groaning, she shoved a pillow over her head, then threw it
that he was a Texan, no gentleman, and would never choose
across the room. A ceiling light switched on, spotlighting where it
retirement. Still, being male, and a Texas male to boot, he couldn’t
had landed.
resist the opportunity to boast of being the only man in the Lone Star
“Turn out the light, Rolf.”
State to have won such a flamboyant prize on a hand of poker. The
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tale had been impressive enough to become minor legend in Texan
Tuesday afternoon just before Thanksgiving when a call came in that
political circles.
served up all-you-can-eat-for-life prime rib.
It was 1974. The conservatives had been given their
“Hello, Mr. Patton, what can I do for you today?” Odin asked
comeuppance in the mid-term elections for belonging to the party of
in a voice that belied his churning gut.
a disgraced President. As Republicans around the country were
“Call me Ty,” instructed a voice acquainted with Hennessy
navigating through rough constituent seas in a dark and stormy
and Havana’s. “That was one helluva game plan you came up with,
political night, a beacon was ablaze in Texas. Odin’s public relations
Odin. You sure you’re daddy’s name ain’t Landry?”
firm had helped add sixteen Republicans to the Texas House in the
His father’s face flashed across his mind, stern and
mid-term elections. Such success would have been lauded in any year
disgruntled. “Being that we’ve never met, you can’t know how that
given that the state’s taste for Democrats was nearly as renowned as
comment tickles me.”
its taste for longhorns. In the aftershock of Watergate, such a feat
Patton gave a neutral grunt. “No, guess I wouldn’t. Odd,
catapulted Karn into the spectrum reserved for senior diplomats and
given that we both herd cattle for the same ranch. Don’t seem right
rock stars.
that we haven’t met along one dusty trail or another.”
His Austin firm was awash with calls, letters, gifts of
“I hope one day soon to have the pleasure.”
congratulations, and inquiries into hiring his firm for upcoming
“Glad to hear it! That’s why I’m calling. Want to remedy the
campaigns. The attention fed but didn’t sate his ever-starved ego.
situation. Now that you’ve proven you can beat the damnedest
Accolades were peanut butter fudge and chocolate truffles. New
sonsabitches in the Democratic Party, how about relaxing with a
business deals caviar. All tasty, but nothing he could gnaw and let
friendly game of poker?”
settle in his belly for visceral satisfaction. That changed on a drizzly
Ty Patton was one of the richest, most powerful men in
Texas. A wealthy son of the Lone Star state was as common as the oil
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wells that pumped the booty so being a force to be reckoned with
upon fields that lined both sides of the road as far as the eye could
went well beyond money. His formidable influence was a
see. Most lay fallow, but would soon sprout corn, wheat, and cotton.
combination of material muscle and immaterial intellect, which he
He sped along for several miles before noticing the structured
had honed to become a master political puppeteer. Besides having
landscape had surrendered to unfettered grassland.
mountains of greenback needed to make and break races, Ty Patton
The slumbering prairie would soon awaken lush and dripping
had essentials that money could never buy: laid-back charm, quick yet
with color ranging from cool plumes of toadflax, skeleton weed, and
subtle mind, and killer instinct. He was the kind of man other men
fiddleneck to fiery swatches of lantana, butterfly weed, and scarlet
lusted to be and women lusted to be with. A nod of approval from
pimpernel. As the grassland rose to high tide and lakes cradled in the
him was a coveted honor. An invitation to his exclusive poker game
shadows of cypress groves warmed, whitetail deer, badgers, red fox,
was a rare distinction. A seat at his table was harder to come by than
and flocks of buffleheads, white-face ibis, and yellow-billed cuckoos
a seat at the Oscar’s or Super Bowland ultimately more prestigious.
would begin the task of raising another generation. Odin was
It was admittance to the club.
oblivious to this natural cycle, wondering only why there were no oil
On a cold evening in early 1975 Odin journeyed to Cypress
pumps in sight.
Shadows, Patton’s twenty-thousand-acre estate sixty miles southwest
A fingernail tip of a moon was on the rise as a sprawling
of Dallas. Turning off I-20 toward Abilene, Odin drove fifteen miles
hacienda-style estate that was nothing short of magnificent came into
through prairie sprinkled with piney copses and oil pumps before
view. Two stories high and many times as wide, its red tile roof rose
turning onto a gravel road, which marked the northern edge of the
like a bonfire against the starlit sky. Outer walls of cream and red
estate.
granite gave a resplendent illusion of traditional stucco and terra
The pale winter sun had hurried away hours ago. A heavy
cotta. A cobbled circular drive ushered Odin around a three-tier
dusting of stars now visited the cloudless sky, casting ice blue light
fountain, past fifteen-foot archways leading to a courtyard and
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entrance beyond, and finally to the guest parking area. Were Odin a
Ty greeted Odin like an old friend and introduced him to the
man given to second thoughts, one might have popped up as he
four other players. Short, pudgy, baby-faced, and subdued, Karn
parked his Buick LeSabre next to what he assumed were the other
appeared outclassed by the other men, who were all tall, lean,
guests’ vehicles: Alfa Romeo Alfetta GT, Mercedes Benz 450SE,
weathered, and boisterous. Outward appearances and first-
Porsche 911 Carerra, and Cadillac Eldorado convertible.
impressions would soon be forgotten as the fortunes and fates of
A butler, who looked like he doubled as a security guard, led
these men were destined to crisscross and mesh taunt and strong to
Odin into the game room, which was unexpectedly cozy despite its
forge a foundation for the new conservative movement. Of course,
expected vastness. The décor was no surprise: rugged, big, and
such grandiose schemes and dreams weren’t in play as Thursday
expensive. Pine paneled, the walls held obligatory heads of moose,
night’s card game was being dealt into Friday.
elk, and deer mixed with photos of family, friends, and Texan
It was two in the morning and three of the six players
celebrities framed in rustic wood and wrought iron. Bulky pine,
remained in the game: Ed Corker, Richard “Spur” McAllister, and Odin
walnut, and leather upholstered furniture rested upon a mellow
Karn. Corker was heir to the third largest oil fortune in the state and
brown hardwood floor casually dressed with hefty wool rugs woven
owned several media outlets. McAllister’s daddy had amassed a
into traditional Navajo stripe and diamond designs in earthy tones of
fortune forging equipment to pump black gold. McAllister had taken
red, blue, green, and beige. Gray and golden limestone lined one wall,
that fortune and created a billion-dollar empire, which included
with a central hearth big enough to roast a steer and appropriately
international real estate and resort management.
trimmed with a grizzly head rug. At the other end of the room a
“Ante up, boys.” McAllister gnawed on the white plastic
wagon-wheel chandelier cast a glow, golden as a prairie sunset.
mouthpiece of his Tiparello as he shuffled the deck.
Beneath it, a green felt-top poker table flanked by six leather and oak
Each tossed in the five-grand minimum. Each noted how many
barrel armchairs was dressed and waiting.
chips the other had. Corker was down to fifteen thousand after the
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ante. McAllister wasn’t much better with only twenty. The night had
glass back on the table, a sure sign things were about to get serious.
belonged to Odin, with over two hundred grand stacked to his right.
Odin slid five thousand into the pot to start the round.
“Five card draw. A game to make everyone feel like a genuine
Corker snorted and surrendered half his chips.
cowboy.” McAllister grinned at Karn, who didn’t miss the rub.
Spur flipped open a platinum lighter shaped like an oil well
He slapped down the deck in front of Odin for a cut. Odin
and touched a flame to his slim, brown cigarette. Pale gray plumes of
obliged. The hand was dealt with precision.
smoke rose and kept watch over the players.
Odin slid in five thousand.
“Corky, son, hate doing this to you. See you.” Spur tossed in
Corker surrendered a third of his chips.
the match. “And raise you ten.” Pitched his last chips into the pile.
Spur tossed in his match and reached for the deck.
The calm pre-dawn air surged. Sensing the shift, Senator
With no hesitation, Odin plucked two cards from his hand, set
Tower, future governor Bill Clements, and Patton, all of whom had
them gently to the side, and held up two fingers. Spur obliged.
been lounging in over-stuffed leather furniture, sipping scotch, and
Corker chewed the inside of his bottom lip and slid three to
chewing the fat at the far end of the room since exiting the game,
the side. “Three, and, Lord, make it a holy trinity.”
ceased their conversation and turned toward the table.
“I’m praying for you, friend.” Spur chuckled as he dealt Corker
“You wouldn’t be tryin’ to bluff the new kid, would ya Spur?”
three cards. Then, after weeding two from his hand and taking the
asked Corker, folding his cards and slapping them softly on the table.
same, he set the deck aside and lifted a brow to Odin.
“Didn’t work for the opposition in the general election.”
Five cards folded neatly in one hand, Odin wrapped the other
“Damn, Corky! You comparing me to a Democrat? I’ve shot
around the heavy-leaded crystal glass that held his second scotch and
men for lesser insults!”
soda of the night. The ice within tittered as he brought the drink to
That drew a round of laughter. Odin and Spur sobered first,
his lips for a leisurely sip. The cubes hushed the moment he set the
together. Their eyes locked.
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No, thought Odin. Jackace McAllister isn’t bluffing. He’s
Karn was surprised to learn that the scoundrel also had a code
cheating. Karn had never sat across the table from Richard
of ethics. He didn’t cheat in every game, never swindled his host, and
”Spur” “Jackace” McAllister, but had investigated him along with all of
could be counted upon to be a Jackace to someone he particularly
the evening’s poker opponents with the same cold efficiency and
despised. His special blend of morality coupled with the fact that no
thoroughness he gave to political opponents. Sleuthing uncovered
one had ever been able to catch him in the act had earned him dark
that McAllister was a coy and selective trickster.
admiration. Not really a surprise given that the men he ran with were
The well-known, well-kept secret among the gentrified was
all swindlers in some way, shape, or form. Such was the nature of
that McAllister had been known to snatch victory from a final hand of
high-stakes business, politics, and poker.
defeat by having a few jacks and aces up his sleeve. Though he
The background was good to know, though all for naught this
already had a nickname, Spur would have been surprised to learn that
night. Odin could stop wondering if Spur was hoping to reaffirm his
those who had played poker with him over the years had come up
nickname. Jackace had just tossed in his last chip.
with a private diminutive, Jackace. It was dead on because, after
“I’ll see you.” Karn slid in ten grand. “And raise you ten.”
comparing notes on shirts lost to the man, it described a pattern that
Glided another stack of chips into the pot. Eyes never wavered from
emerged. As sure as the Texas prairie wind could shift from warm to
his opponent.
cool in the span of a crude pump cycle, the wily cowpoke would be
Corker pushed his chair back and folded his arms across his
holding a combination of jacks and aces just when he needed them.
chest. “You know I’m out.”
Four aces and a jack or vice versa would show up now and then, but
McAllister flicked ash from his cigarette into a lead crystal
his preferred hand was a full house, jacks high. Whichever
ashtray shaped like Texas. The other three men had moved from
combination, the jack of diamonds was the signature card in every
across the room and now stood in the shadows watching the finale.
winning hand.
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“Well, Odd,” McAllister grinned. Though the round-faced man
“You know it.”
across from him moved not a muscle, he knew his special nickname
“Well, then.” He reached into his vest pocket, pulled out a
irked. “As you can see, my chips are gone. But damned if I’m not
folded paper. Looked Odin square in the eyes. “I have a proposition
craving to see those five cards in your hand.” He slipped the
for you Odd.”
Tiparello between his teeth and absently wiggled it up and down.
Odin didn’t even raise an eyebrow. Jackace unfolded the
“Tell ya what. How about an IOU?”
paper.
Patton rebuked, “Now, Spur, Odin here may not know better,
“This here is a deed to a castle.”
but you sure as hell do.”
Tower’s rumbling laughter filled the room. Corker snorted.
Odin’s face was stone.
“You dog!” yelped Clements.
McAllister offered a rubber grin. Shrugged and feigned a
Everyone smiled and shook their heads. Everyone except Karn.
sheepish look. “With seventy-five grand staring me in the face, I had
“Now, hold on. It’s bona fide.” He handed the document to
to try.” Didn’t fold his hand.
Patton.
The air held only the sounds of stale smoke and ghost echoes
Squinting in the dim light, the host scanned the document. “It
of resin chips hitting the table.
does look like a deed. Castle of the clan McAllister.”
Clements finally chuckled away the tension. “We should have
“Aye, laddies. It’s been in me clan for five hundred years,”
guessed that Odin here would be as shrewd at poker as he is at
drawled McAllister in a mangled Texan-Scot accent.
politics. Gents, it’s been a-“
“And you carry it around in your pocket?” asked Clements.
“Wait!” exclaimed McAllister, patting his vest. “Correct me if
“That and a flask of Jim Beam, you know it, son! Nah, I just
I’m wrong Ty, but don’t the rules say that we can bet only what we
happen to have it with me because I was going through some papers
bring to the table?”
today with my attorney. Plum forgot about the old family homestead
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until he showed me the deed. Pocketed it to take home and show
glazed eyes held those blazing with fire from the blackest depths of
Maribelle.”
hell.
“Another mansion for your wife to remodel? Yeah, I can see
Jackace clenched his jaw, a mulish attempt to maintain the
how she’d get a kick out of it,” said Tower. Everyone laughed.
upper hand even as his gut started to tumble. Were his eyes playing
Everyone except Odin.
tricks, or did a corner of Odd’s mouth lift? Smug little prick! Going
Ty offered the deed to Odin. Karn held up his hand and
to make me say it? OK. Then we’ll see who’s smiling.
shook his head.
“I call.”
“You’re rejecting my offer without a glance?” Jackace’s eyes
Odin didn’t hesitate. A chill to rival a highland winter
sparked red.
feathered down McAllister’s spine. Four eights and a jack of
All eyes gravitated to the somber inductee.
diamonds fanned out starkly against the green felt, mocking his
“No, Spur. I don’t need to see the deed. I’ll take you at your
shifty eyes. No Jackace in the realm could reign above it.
word.”
Eyes of the onlookers sharpened. Slim grins and subtle nods
followed.
McAllister gave a curt nod and accepted his deed back from
Patton. “Well, that’s right neighborly.” He tented the deed over the
chips.
Silence and tension gripped the moment. Minds awash with
whitewater. Bodies still as stone. Even odds on Jackace. Odin’s frost-
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indicates it never encircled the keep. Was an outpost perhaps? No
matter, even in its prime it was never impressive.”
“The keep? Did you send me a picture?”
“Ja. Photograph labeled 1-D.”
Karn found the grainy image. Grunted. “Looks like it’s been
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bombed!”
“Nein, simply poorly built and on a slope no less. Much of
The celebrity as Laird of Castle McAllister would fade quickly
the structure has crumbled.”
for Karn if his fortress remained crumbling in Scotland. Owning a
“Any good news?”
castle on the Isle was hardly unusual, after all, and afforded no
“St. Andrews it is not, but I believe we could salvage enough
bragging rights in Texas. There was only one thing to do. Karn
to create a nice example of a gothic keep. Ten to fifteen meters
employed master stonemason Otto Beisner to survey the site and
square, perhaps half as high.”
soon they were discussing his findings on a scratchy transatlantic
Odin shook his head. “I’m not interested in a child’s
connection.
playhouse. Or a scaled-down replica to display on the lawn.”
“Looks like a pile of rubble! And a small pile at that,” said
“Ah. You had in mind Neuschwanstein or Linderhof?”
Karn as he examined the black and white photographs Beisner had
“What?”
sent via air courier
Otto shook his head, Americans! “Windsor or Versailles?”
“Ja, Herr Karn, that is one point of view. The centuries and
“Right! Big. Bold. Takes your breath away when it comes into
climate have not been kind. The structure was not built to withstand
view.”
large assaults or house many people. What’s left of the main wall
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Castle McAllister will certainly steel the breath at first
Word quickly spread of Karn’s stunning victory over Jackace
sightwith a groan, thought the stonemason.
and his remarkable prize, which was surely picture-postcard perfect.
“Load up what you can salvage, Otto.”
Even Karn, hardly a romantic, envisioned he’d won a Scottish
“Pardon me, Herr Karn. The connection is not good. Did you
Camelot. And so he had.
just request that we excavate?”
Odin Karn had built a public relations empire, in part, by
“Yes. Whatever you think can be used to rebuild here.”
mastering the art of dropping a casual word into the right ear. It only
“Here?”
took a couple calls to influential clients and colleagues to start a
“Texas. I also want a blueprint of a castle that will impress the
kudzu vine about how “Laird Karn’s” castle was progressing. Office
hell out of folks. Big. Huge! Extravagant. Not too prissy, mind you.
buzz throughout Austin and DC was that Karn had enlisted his own
No Cinderella-sugarplum-fairy-gingerbread design! Rugged.
private Black Guard to escort the historic landmark—as impressive as
MacBethian.”
Windsor palace—to Texas.
Otto shook his head and explained that it would be less costly
Mundane details turned extraordinary when the bored and
to obtain all the stones within the States and build a castle from
envious whispered at water coolers and over lunch that, sparing no
scratch. Karn would hear none if it.
expense, Karn had enlisted a small army to ensure that the massive
“Otto, let me ask you this: Would you rather see a Scottish
edifice was painstakingly disassembled, crated, and convoyed from
castle in Texas or a Texan castle in Texas?”
the treacherous Highlands to the ancient port of Gairloch and hoisted
“Texan castle?”
upon an ocean freighter bound three thousand choppy miles to New
“Exactly. Now get to it.” He hung up, not inclined to explain
York Harbor. A fleet of rail cars then ushered the Gaelic fortress two-
the art of image making.
thousand miles to Austin where a platoon of big rigs played escort
the final two hundred miles to five thousand acres of prime West
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Texas grassland. Such aggrandizement was seasoned with titillating
rising from Texas prairie dotted with oil wells, set dark and
tidbits such as the fact that Odin had been given the coveted real
mysterious against an endless blue sky? Truly unique and secluded,
estate as part of a thank-you package from a wealthy Texas Senator
his retreat would be used to entertain powerbrokers and make deals
for helping him destroy his opponent in the general election.
that would change the world. He would call his kingdom Valhalla.
Not much of a country gentleman, Odin had been happy with
By the time the rocks reached their destination, Karn had
income provided by a dozen oil wells scattered across his land, which
approved Beisner’s design, modeled after ancient Dunvegan castle of
pumped profits rain or shine. After winning the castle, however, a
the clan MacLeod: massive dark gray granite stacked to four stories
grand plan to make better use of the land began to take shape in his
with crenellated towers. Though most of the stones had been
ever-churning gray matter.
quarried in Vermont, the original stones from castle McAllister were
Karn’s life was split between the nation’s capital and the
used for the façade so that Karn could truthfully invite guests
state’s capital. Slave to his work or dedicated, depending on whether
entering his fortress to reach out and touch a piece of
you asked his wife or him, he had sleeping quarters adjacent to his
historyprovided, of course, that project Valhalla got off the ground.
offices. When he chose to curb his workaholism, he went home to a
“What do you mean they are picketing?”
twelve-room brownstone in Arlington or the penthouse of an
“They are holding signs, walking in a circle, and-“
apartment building he owned in Austin. Both were suitable for
“I know what the hell picketing means! Why are they doing
entertaining certain associates, but were shoddy backdrops for the
it? How did it begin?”
lords of national and international realms he wished to impress. His
“Senor Torres came to me last Friday and told me he had
Promethean palace would set the perfect stage to cast him in a
discovered that he and his crew were making much less than other
powerful new light and cultivate his eccentric mystique. What better
bricklayers in the area. He asked that their wages be increased to the
to juxtapose new and old world power than a gothic monstrosity
going rate. Remember, I talked to you-“
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“And I told you that I’m within the law, paying the minimum
“So it’s about equity is it? Fine. I’ll pay you and your crew
wage.”
the same as them, how’s that?”
“That’s only $2.10 an hour.”
“Please, sir, do not be insulting! Besides being physically
“No one’s forcing them to work for me. They can take it or
demanding, this work also requires finesse. We are craftsmen,
leave it.”
artisans-”
“Ja, I relayed your comments, though not quite in those
“I repeat: no one is being coerced. If they can find a better
words. In any event, they showed up today and informed me that
opportunity, they have my blessing.”
they had joined a-a-what was it? A localenein. Local. Ja, that is it.
“It is not that simple.”
Local 5, a Bricklayers Union. Mr. Torres is now demanding he and his
Karn, who prided himself on having glacial composure, was
crew be paid union scale.”
experiencing volcanic tremors. His voice steamed through the line.
“Union scale? Labor unions! I will not be robbed by those
“Not that simple?”
damned communists!”
Thankful the conversation wasn’t face to face, Otto
“Frankly, Herr Karn, Senor Torres is a master stonemason.
continued. “Camera crews have arrived and are interviewing men on
He has designed and overseen the building of several cathedrals as
the picket line. A TV reporter just came to me and said that he had
well as secular buildings throughout Coahuila. His crew is highly
heard labor’s side and wanted a comment from management.”
skilled as well.”
“You didn’t give one!”
“Well, bully for him. Tell him to get the hell back to Mexico if
“Absolutely not! I called you immediately.”
he doesn’t like what I am paying him.”
“You did the right thing. Did you get the reporter’s name and
Otto cleared his throat. “Herr Karn they are making
number?”
considerably less than my crew and I.”
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“Ja, four names and numbers to be exact. Two TV, one
On the heels of the Civil Rights Movement, people of color
newspaper, and a radio station.”
were gaining the opportunity to show their equal range of talent and
“Very good, Otto. Don’t hang up. I’m putting you through to
intellect. Yet there remained layers of prejudice to overcome. Arthur
my secretary and she’ll get the information.”
Ashe winning Wimbledon and The Jefferson’s moving on up aside,
Odin Karn would not be coerced. He had hired Otto Beisner
many of his class did not balk at the chauvinistic belief that they were
based on a colleague’s recommendation. A renowned German
naturally superior. America’s elite, after all, had sprung from the
architect for chrissake! The prestige he would earn through just
crème de le crème of Anglo, Norman, and Germanic peoples forged
namedropping was worth paying top dollar. This was how it was
over centuries into a hybrid broadly labeled Northern European. Of
done. Pay for distinction, cut costs elsewhere, starting with labor.
course, not all northern Europeans met the standards of the pale
Regardless of whether or not the crew members were clones of
pedigree.
Diego Rivera or expecting fair compensation was just, Karn, a true
New World blue bloods were mostly hatched from Old World
American conservative to his bones, saw no reason to break with a
nobility, but disparate eggs managed to plop into the nest. Fledglings
four-hundred-year tradition of unequally dividing status and profit
possessing haughty sensibility, ruthless determination, and a pinch of
between descendants of the conquerors and the conquered.
luck might earn a place among the privileged flock. Properly
Conquistador blood surging through the veins of many Mexicans
mimicking the prime specie could morph them into a hybrid
made little impression on history-challenged gringos north of the
American elite within a generation or two.
border. Even those, like Karn, who begrudgingly admired related
It was no secret that colonial aristocrats, through blood or
traditions with Spanish and Portuguese cousins maintained
deed, created and controlled government, laws, and commerce in
unwavering belief in Anglican superiority.
keeping with European tradition. That was not to say that there
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weren’t veins of opportunity for the common man, meaning white
The American rainbow was pale and elusive, but not out of
male, which hadn’t existed before.
reach for the Chosen. If you fearfully worshipped the correct God,
A white man had the chance to become king of his own
cheerfully shouldered your burdens, and weren’t defective, you’d earn
personal domain as never before. If he really applied himself, he
your pot of gold. The Establishment nurtured this belief to root deep
could even reach a level to lord over inferior men of his own class as
and vine around the national psyche. The strategy was brilliant, of
well as the feeble and sinful races and sex. The Injun, Nigger, and
course. It offered unlimited hope and division of wealth in a limited
Chink as well as the lowly daughter of Eve were slop-bearing serfs in
scope; gave the huddled masses just enough freedom and
the land of milk and honey. Though built on their backs and fueled
opportunity to make them think that everyone could stand upon the
with their blood, the American birthright of life, liberty, and pursuit
top of the heap, provided their brawn, brains, and balls were big
of happinesscode word for propertywas not theirs to claim for
enough. Odin Karn knew this was a lie, of course. Not merely
generations. It turned out not to be a legacy for every white male
because it was mathematically impossible for everyone to win, but
either.
also because Darwin had proved it. Some people were simply born
If a white man didn’t make something of himself, he had no
superior.
one to blame but himself, of course. Whether born to a Virginia
plantation owner, a chimney sweep in Boston, or an unwed scullery
Aliens Threaten Austin Citizen
maid from Philadelphia, white boys had equal opportunity. If one
The headline was splashed across the front page of the
didn’t succeed, it was due to an innate flaw. Gender or skin color
Austin Chronicle the next morning. The story began:
wasn’t the apparent culprit; thus, it was evil taint like sloth, dull wit,
Mexicans workers stormed private property of Austin
worshipping the wrong God, or inferior European blood coursing
businessman Odin Karn yesterday, demanding he give them more
through one’s veins, such as Italian, Greek, or Irish Catholic.
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money. Karn was paying a legal wage and was forced to fire the crew
eyed Jesus and wrapped in Old Glory, old-fashioned modern
after they refused to go back to work….
Republicans laid claim to family values. Lone Star sons and
Television reports were similar. It had only taken a couple of
daughters, confused as to whether or not the charge Remember the
phone calls.
Alamo was a Biblical commandment, were more than willing to cast a
Even if Karn’s PR firm didn’t pump millions of dollars into
vote for candidates of the born-again party.
media outlets around the state, the immigrants still wouldn’t have
Karn hired more immigrants for $2.10 an hour and took great
stood a chance at receiving balanced coverage. New York daughter
pleasure in watching his castle come to life. Cost-cutting measures
Shirley Chisholm could be the first black woman to run for President
aside, the cost in both time and money was tenfold what it would
and Cesar Chevaz could get health care for immigrant farm workers
have been to have a replica built. But how could one put a price tag
in California, but these breakthroughs had little effect on life in
on prestige? His spouse sure as hell could.
Texas. Texans, after all, hadn’t been keen on LBJ’s stance of civil
Mrs. Karn had been outraged upon learning of her husband’s
rights. Most certainly hadn’t embraced the Commies who pushed
extravagance over a pile of rocks. What had truly fueled her ire was
through the Civil Rights Act, protested the war, or joined unions in
of only learning about Valhalla when a reporter from the Austin
hopes of earning a decent living. What had happened to their beloved
Chronicle called their D.C. residence for a comment about the
Southern Democrats? Voters might have pondered that the answer
“spectacular project.” Against long odds, Odin had been making a
just might be that old Southern Donkeys no longer wanted to be
rare appearance at home so she didn’t have to suffer the
societal asses and perhaps constituents (that would be them) might
embarrassment of being caught dumbfounded and subsequently
consider their good example and start showing their asses less and
humiliated in the society column about the lack of communication in
expanding their minds more, too. It never happened though because
her marriage. She passed the call off and waited for him to finish the
a new fangled party rode into town. Armed with portraits of blue-
interview.
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After hanging up, Odin returned to reading a report and
fortunes in New England for two hundred years. Then Black Tuesday
ignored the persistent tapping of her toe. Finally, the only word
happened, and it only got better.
between them on the subject was uttered.
Reginald St. Alban, family patriarch during the stock market
“Well?” She huffed, standing before him with arms crossed
crash of 1929, had invested heavily and lost millions. Yet unlike
and mouth agape.
lesser families, as he categorized peer families with fortunes under
Eyes, pale and cold as a Nordic wind, stared through her until
$100 million, St. Alban had several hundred million dollars in liquid
her mouth shut like a trap and she left, slamming the door and
assets including land and estates on four continents and more gold
leaving him to bask in the solitude he craved.
and silver bullion in Swiss banks than would fit in the treasuries of
Gena never made the connection that her cold shoulder was
most countries.
her husband’s warm reward. Had never understood him, and he had
Altruistic capitalist to the marrow, Reggie happily helped the
never much cared. Like most people he had known during his eighty-
fools who had crashed and burned by relieving them of their burdens
nine years in the earthy coil, she hadn’t been worth the effort. She
of property and other assets. He had no qualms about ridding
had, however, been worth the effort to possess.
himself from his own burdens either. He temporarily closed half of
Gena Maria St. Alban was from one of the oldest families in
his textile mills, throwing several thousand people out of work, and
Rhode Island. Her great-great-great grandfather, James St. Alban, had
slashed the pay of those who ducked the axe. There was no
been a wealthy Flemish merchant who had ventured a healthy chunk
hesitation. Not a moment’s sleep was lost. No reflection of the
of his fortune in New World textile mills in the eighteenth century.
human cost. Workers, after all, were just another resource to be
His investment more than tripled in his lifetime and was passed to his
expanded and curbed within the cyclical system. There was no help
three sons. The St. Alban’s boasted one of the oldest and largest
for hardship until things improved. Things, of course, did not
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improve for most folks for a decade. For the chosen few, however,
While much of the world was suffering from the economic
the Great Depression became the Great Succession.
bust, St. Alban and his peers toasted the cycle that dragged millions
It was an old game. Established materialists at the top of the
down under a sea of destitution and despair. What did the upstarts
food chain like Reginald St. Alban were able to buy up more existing
and contenders expect, after all? Only the strongest survived and
wealth thereby increasing and solidifying their own wealth and power.
such cycles helped weed out the weak and restore the natural order.
Most members of this elite club came from Old World or old New
True, some elite tumbled down with the masses or lost degrees in
World wealth and were as far removed from the masses struggling
altitude. This only reinforced the point. The system by design
through the Great Depression as the gods of Olympus had been from
secured the oligarchy’s place at the peak and ensured its ever-
mortals they gleefully manipulated to ease eternal boredom. What
expanding domain. Thus, the Great Depression helped St. Alban
better amusement for a god than concocting tribulations and rock-
expand his power and wealth beyond any planned expectation.
and-hard-place choices and watching mayhem unfold? Nothing
In the early 1930’s Reginald St. Alban hooked up with an old
against the earthbound sobs, of course, it was just for kicks.
chum from his Yale days, now a partner in Brown Brothers Harriman.
Like mythical gods, the upper echelon had free reign to wreak
He soon began overseeing BBH’s newly acquired Hamburg Amerika
havoc with lives of common folk. Unlike the gods of old, the modern
shipping line, which happily did business with the Nazis, even into
gods weren’t interested in having personal relationships with
World War II when such dealings turned from unethical to treasonous.
commoners. The objects of their desires were markets, not mortals.
St. Alban made more than greenback on the endeavor. He solidified a
Modern gods were not guardians of the lesser beings. Their
trusted relationship with and secured a place among a familial dynasty
calculations and actions were concerned with sole survival and
that would soon revival the most influential clans in U.S. history. The
expansion of power. Their duty was to their own economic bottom
clan would remain obliquely powerful for decades until the time was
line, not the welfare of humankind.
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ripe for its members to emerge as public masks for the
They met at a Washington gathering in 1969. He, an up and
neoconservative movement.
coming politico working for Congressmen Bush from Texas, and she,
Direct ties to unfettered power were the potent legacy that
an Eastern Establishment coed on the arm of a preppy Senator’s son.
Reginald St. Alban would pass to his son and granddaughter. Ties that
Odin watched her all evening as she seamlessly wove in and out of
would one day fall into the hands of a member of a lesser family by
conversations around the room. Tall, slim, and graceful as a lily,
the name of Odin Karn; ties Karn would use to bind the scattered
people were naturally drawn to her and Odin was no exception. Beauty
remnants of the natural hierarchy and regenerate the proper order.
and poise wasn't what hooked him though.
Gena St. Alban’s ethereal beauty and old money was lure for
Prep boy downed martinis like water until his eyes glazed over
any man. In the realm of earthbound gods, however, such attributes
and nearly spun from their sockets. The debutante was royally peeved
were mere saccharine icing to sate a healthy sweet tooth. The truly
and didn’t even try to feign concern for the miserable cad as his
delectable cake was the rare benefaction of power that surpassed
chums dragged him away to heave out his guts. Gena dismissed the
government and civil law, which could only be savored through
juvenile without a second glance. Turning to the closest group of
sacrificial vows that few suitors would view as a hardship and many
guests, of which Odin was a part, she smiled and asked if anyone had
ruthlessly competed for a chance to utter.
heard the latest about the upcoming Apollo mission to the moon. At
It was Odin’s Karn good fortune indeed that bland, brainy men
that moment, and for at least one night, Odin Karn was in love.
appealed to the delicious Miss St. Alban. Though he recoiled from the
Was she mad? Princes de royal and princes of oil, kings of
emotional intimacy a real marriage required and would come to
pedigree and kings of industry had courted Gena. Her decision to
disdain his spouse’s libertine nature, he never regretted forging the
marry Odin Karn raised brows, unhinged mouths, and set tongues
partnership that opened the doors to the highest echelon of global
clucking from Manhattan to Monaco. The question repeated most
power.
often in drawing rooms on either side of the Atlantic wasn’t whether
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or not beauty would marry the beast. It was: why would beauty settle
the decency to deny it when she accused him. Friends and family
for a bug?
didn’t deign to offer a cold, silk-padded shoulder. What had she
Family and friends viewed Odin as a dull brown moth drawn
expected having chosen to marry outside the fold? Surrounded by
to an exquisite flame. Lackluster appearance aside, in light of her
frosty contempt, it wasn’t long before she accepted the first of what
range of prime choices and despite his solid wealth and ever-
became many invitations to fill her empty nights and numb the
expanding connections, she really shouldn’t have considered any man
stinging abrasions to her heart caused by the shards of shattered
so far beneath her station. It was the late sixties though, and
illusions.
traditions were being questioned and ignored. The only objection she
Odin tolerated her rebellion for a time. He took perverse
might have heeded would have been her father’s. He uttered not a
pleasure in giving her a long leash. Let her entangle and trip herself so
one. An old friend and Odin’s boss, Congressman Bush, had epoxied
he could be consoled as the injured cuckold. Gena, after all, had been
his lips.
his pass through the gates of the Eastern Establishment, and he had no
As was the case with most people, Gena didn’t see below
intention of leaving. Let the nouveau ton cast a woeful eye at the ever-
Karn’s placid surface to the shark that lurked actively beneath. A
devoted husband accompanying the harlot wife on the carousal of
refined predator, he found strategizing, calculating, devising, and
philanthropic events and inane A-list gatherings. Methodically
successfully executing the venery more thrilling than the prize. Once
networking and building his power, he would bide his time. When the
the capture and initial feasting had sated him, he catalogued Gena’s
time was ripe, he’d tighten the noose and let her swing. The avaricious
usefulness and set her aside.
clique would then cheer and embrace him as one of their own. By
Within months of taking their vows, it dawned on Gena that
blood, he would earn his blue blood. He knew the rules of the game.
her husband was no better than a flim-flam man, using their union to
Their marriage was a façade by the time he heard about the
bolster his standing among A-list powerbrokers. He didn’t even have
movie “Stepford Wives” at a Beltway cocktail party in the early
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seventies. Still, he was intrigued, having fantasized about
Odin chuckled though his lips didn’t even twitch. If Marcia
programming Gena in such a way. He was convinced he could tolerate
knew about the chill, she’d surely complain about it, and about Rolf.
wedded bliss if he could control his wife’s thoughts and actions.
But Marcia didn’t know. Wasn’t around to know. Didn’t care to know.
Trouble was he simply didn’t have the time to train her properly. Too
He had made sure of that. Thanks to another perfectly executed plan,
bad the FDA hadn’t yet approved drugs he fantasized about that
the dying man’s daughter didn’t care at all.
would easily mold a Stepford Wife.
The ventilator gasped in rhythmic four-four time as the vital
signs monitor hummed a low and steady melody creating a symphony
In Odin Karn’s much sought after opinion, humans could be
that merged with iridescent blue light from giant monitors positioned
manipulated, but the investment of time, money, and energy too often
about the room. Cool blue to match the temperature. The chill
exceeded the pay-off. Machines were much more useful because they
couldn’t cover the cloying scent of antiseptics and decaying flesh
could be programmed with relative ease. Yet in the end, even the
seeping from a king-size bed protruding from the northern wall, which
microchip let him down.
served as an open casket for the zombie. Sights, sounds, and smells
Rolf was instructed to keep the temperature in the master’s
combined to create a freakish tomb rather than a nondescript hospice
chamber a balmy eighty degrees. The home guardian could barely
which those who knew him in his youth might have foretold as the
muster sixty-eight. In fairness to Rolf, the room was a stone chasm,
final residence for Odin Neils Karn—were such morbid ponderings
fifty feet square with a ceiling half as high. Granite walls sucked in
commonplace.
warmth and blew out chill. To further impede matters, the heating
Odin had never been robust. Had inherited his father’s pasty
system was turn-of-the-century old. Still, thought Odin, any home
Nordic complexion, which may have tanned if he had ever been
guardian worth his microchips would be able to figure a way to keep
inclined to turn his face toward the sun. Much to his father’s chagrin,
the room of an invalid warm.
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country and downhill skiing. Roderick Karn had moved his company’s
from enough wealth to ensure a modicum of interest from both sexes.
headquarters and family to Dallas when Odin was three, so disinterest
His body unexpectedly announced its preference in his twelfth year.
in snow sports wasn’t the point of contention between father and son.
It was a Saturday, much like any other, in the late summer of
Odin’s contentment in lounging alone in his room for hours, blanketed
1957. Odin and his friend, Johnny, were again drafted into their
in books, was the problem in the eyes of a father who craved perpetual
mothers’ service to carry packages of clothing, housewares, lotions,
motion. The boy’s lack of ability to play sports, desire to watch sports,
potions, and noveltiespurchases Odin suspected weren’t weekly
and disinterest in exploring the outdoors and nature, mystified and
necessities. Submerged with other suburbanites in a tumultuous sea
infuriated a father who defined masculinity by skill and mastery in
of department and specialty stores, the boys were barely able to stay
such feats. The distance and speed by which a man could toss a ball,
afloat with the weight of bags and boxes. Only the promise of
run a race; the endurance and wit to rough-it on the side of a
escaping for three whole hours into cool darkness of the Silver
mountain; and the drive to attempt such feats regardless of innate
Armadillo Theater made the ordeal sufferable.
ability was the measure of a man. His son fell short of every mark.
The featured matinee was The Girl Can’t Help It, and neither
Odin grew to average height, but never quite outgrew chubby,
could the boy. Upon seeing Jane Mansfield shimmering on the screen
preferring to work mind rather than muscle. As a child, those who
Odin’s pubescent body gregariously proclaimed his taste veered
wished to be kind referred to him as bookish. Those who
toward the opposite sex. Sandwiched between his mother and Mrs.
didn’tmost male classmates from kindergarten through high school
Hannity, with only a large bucket of popcorn shielding his
and his fathercalled him sissy or beat the crap out of him or both.
announcement, he was mortified yet oddly delighted. Other than
His physical appeal was further diminished as male pattern balding
“quit” being harshly whispered a few times in reference to his
arrived just after high school. Fate, however, had not dealt Odin Karn
uncharacteristic fidgeting, the women paid him little heed. For the
completely out of the game. Teenage acne passed him by and he came
rest of his life Odin would have a fondness for popcorn.
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Hard times had arrived to frustrate Odin until his sophomore
kept secrets of kings and unleashed lies to oust those who would be.
year in college because more often than not females viewed him as a
Yet for all his accumulated wealth and power, he couldn’t ultimately
pal. He mostly got through by becoming a picture show enthusiast,
manipulate time or his mortality. The withering of his body and mind
yet managed to finagle a few G-rated dates during mid-terms and
was surely his greatest failure.
finals. Odin was the Pillsbury Doughboy without the cute personality
The once big shark was now reduced to a guppy floating in a
and with an IQ of one hundred seventy; a dull brilliance that made him
sea of soiled sheets, blankets, and pillows. Were it not for the bed
the object of desire of giggly girls determined to keep their minds as
being automatically adjusted in five degree increments from zero to
untried as their bodies.
twenty-five each hour, around the clock, he would likely sink and settle
Truth was the lack of sex appeal didn’t bother Odin. Unlike
to the bottom to decay unnoticed. The I.V. drip that fueled and
most boys his age, of the two male brains, his libido rarely rose above
hydrated his body was also automated. As were the ventilator and
alpha state. Zen libido combined with an genius brain directed him
catheter tubes that had become permanent appendages in the last
early on to be in control and never to lose control or be controlled.
month. Vigilant eyes, ears, and fingers of vital signs machines
It was no surprise then that a ruthless mind and lucrative
methodically monitored and recorded his every nuance. Not a belch or
marriage launched him into the upper stratum of global power by the
fart was missed. There was little need for human care of any kind.
time he was thirty-fivea full decade before his belly potted and his
Proof beyond a doubt that his vision had been true. This awareness
face jowled from too many power lunches and State dinners. Though
swirled within Odin Karn’s brain.
few knew his name, his hands had molded the world as much or more
Were he able to do so, he would have smiled. His limbo state
than most leaders noted in history books. He had advised heads of
would be almost perfect if his fingers and toes didn’t feel as though
state and heads of national corporations; devised bloodless coups
they were sheathed in ice as just as they had felt when his father had
within the United States and bloody revolutions around the world;
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forced his young son to camp in the Rockies in early spring. Why was
“What the hell does that mean? Being killed by a drunk driver
he so cold?
had nothing to do with her complex emotions or your love for her!”
He arched a graying eyebrow, stood, walked to a cathedral-
“You are one cold son of bitch!” she spat.
style window, and gazed out. “One would think you would have
The man didn’t flinch. Ice blue eyes held fire blue as he slid
learned the rules of the game by now, Marcia.”
the document across the satinwood desk that had been designed for
The tick-tock of a sixteenth century German Graf clock filled
Cosimo Medici.
in the silence. Marcia stared at the parchment in front of her; an
“Why are you doing this? How can you be so heartless to your
incongruous formality. Whether she signed it or not, Odin Karn would
only child?” Liquid silver glazed her smoldering eyes and threatened
do as be damned well pleased. She had indeed learned the basic rule
to spill.
of the game years ago. Yet it hadn’t stopped her from trying to break
“You are too much like your mother.”
it. A tear slid down her cheek.
“Is that suppose to be an insult? You loved mum. Deny it to
Odin observed his daughter’s reflection in the Louis XIV
anyone else, but not to me.”
mirror set along the same wall as the windows he faced. Just as her
He shrugged. “I lusted for her in the beginning. That’s the
mother, Marcia Grace Karn possessed an angelic demeanor that
only reason you’re here.”
masked the spirit of a hellion. Both mother and daughter had
Marcia winced. A corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Bull’s
charmed Odin for a timeuntil each went too far. Unfortunately for
eye. It was much too easy.
Marcia, Odin was her father rather than the Texan upstart who had
“She was the one person you couldn’t control. The one person
married her for her money and connections. He had eventually set the
who refused to put up with your crap.”
mother free, but had no such plans for the daughter.
“She’s gone. I’m still here.”
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Hand shaking, Marcia reached for the document. Odin heard
“Well, sir. I just saw her leave your office and it seemed that—
the crisp rustle of paper and smiled darkly. The rustling grew louder.
well, she didn’t seem like someone about to go on holiday.”
Eyes narrowing in suspicion, he swung around just as she launched the
Karn rubbed his eyes. “Yes, the young woman is quite
wad, striking him in the nose.
agitated. She’ll have to be medicated. For her own good, as you
She gave a harsh laugh as she headed for the door. “Oh, I
know.”
understand the rulesyour rules. Too well. And, that, daddy dear, it
“Yes, sir. I’ll notify Dr. Neff. Has Miss Gable been informed of
what you can’t handle.”
the trip?”
Tongue clucking, he slowly shook his head. “Such a juvenile
“No. Why should she be?”
display is beneath you. You should have signed it.”
“Well, I assumed the child’s nanny-“
“She’ll never be yours. Never!”
“You assumed incorrectly. My granddaughter is staying with
The door slammed shut. He chuckled without humor. Too
me, so the nanny stays as well.”
much like her mother. Joi Ohio would not be subjected to such weak
“I see.” The assistant cleared his throat. “By the way, sir, while
matriarchal heritage. He pressed the intercom.
you were visiting with your daughter, Mr. Jameson phoned. He wants
“Lucas?”
to discuss the Eli Beight project when he’s in town next Thursday. You
“Yes, Mr. Karn?”
had an opening at 10 a.m. so I penciled him in.”
“See that Miss Karn’s bags are packed and that she is on the
“Very good. Now please hold my calls for the rest of the day.”
jet for Berne as scheduled.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah…yes, sir.”
Karn poured himself a finger of single malt scotch. Leaning
“Why do you hesitate?”
back in his leather chair, he savored a sip and smiled at the stir Mr.
Beight was causing.
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were after even before he heard the panel slide open. It clicked shut
The smoky-sweet lingering on his tongue was replaced by a
before the thieves could hear the vital signs monitor’s harsh scream.
sour tang. His throat was suddenly parched. Confused, Odin tried to
swallow. His tongue refused his brain, lying full and heavy in his
mouth. Then he heard voices.
“Beight! For the umpteenth time Eli Beight is the name!”
“OK! Don’t blow a circuit. Was just asking. Strange name,
Elias. My mother’s brother was named Elias. Uncle Elias I called him.
Odd fellow, that one. Likely as odd as that guy in that ancient flick my
dad liked so much. Thought it was scary. Scary? Yeah, right! About
as scary as watching an egg fry. Bate was the name of the whacko in
the flick. Norman Bate. No…Bates. That’s right. Bates with an es.
Are you sure this guy’s name isn’t Eli Bates?
“For the love of God, shut it!”
Who the hell are you? Odin’s question went unheeded. The
two men didn’t even glance at the lump in the middle of the bed.
What were strangers doing in his chamber? How did they slip past
security? Where was Rolf? Rolf! Damned that piece of crap, he’d
probably crashed again. The intruders’ voices drifted toward the
bookshelf along the inner wall. Ah. Karn knew exactly what they
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“I had a meeting in Albany and took a chance you’d be in this
neck of the woods.”
Liar. You looked up my schedule and knew I would be at NY
Central. “Oh? Something that couldn’t wait until I got back to the
office?”
She felt the heat of him seconds before he spooned himself
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into her, his breath brushing her ear. “I needed to see you, Jeniz.”
She rolled her shoulders, gently shoving him off her back.
The security monitor’s red light silently screamed that an
Nimble fingers pressed the last sequence of the code to begin the
intruder had entered the chamber. Jeniz Aribiba’s eyes darted to the
second phase of the serum check.
security screen. She scowled because, having just pressed the button
“Aw, c’mon baby, I can hardly walk with this rock between my
to start Stage One it was now too late to abort the test.
legs.”
Clutching the cold metal railing, Brad Williams lifted a shaky
She moved to the next monitor. Still hadn’t given him a
leg from the last steep step onto the grated metal walkway, mindful
glance. “I’m working, Brad.”
not to look down at the cement floor forty feet below. Swiping his
“Working, yeah. Press a couple more buttons and then you’ll
brow with the back of his hand, he struggled to look cool and
have a half hour to kill waiting for the results. Now what are we
collected. It had been years since he had been inside a water station
going to do with all that time?” His finger grazed down her spine.
and he’d forgotten how the humidity weighed upon the body like a
Jeniz Aribiba had made a tactical error with Mr. Williams. She
lead suit.
had been aware from the first day she started at Eastern Aqua that he
“What brings you up here, Brad?” she asked without glancing
wanted to bed her. Initially, she thought to put him off with the tried
his way.
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and true cold shoulder. Not the best move. Quite the alpha male, a
angel disguised as a godsend. A key corporation that kept the World
challenge only piqued Brad’s interest. Aribiba hadn’t come to the
Order Federation in business hired the enemy. A unigent was in the
States to find true love, build a life, or even advance her career. She
fun house.
had been with Eastern Aqua, a subsidiary of the international
Jeniz was in charge of monitoring water quality of thirty
conglomerate Aqua d’Or, for almost two years and was planning to
public water systems along the eastern seaboard. She was also a
leave in less than a week. Her bosses and co-workers didn’t have a
Universalist agent, a.k.a. unigent, and a vital link in operation Three
clue about her plans, and would be shocked to learn the direction she
Little Pigs, often referred to TLP or Pigs. She was among a select
was headed. To a culture that had been taught that working for a
group of unigents, whose mission was to clean up public water
Fortune 500 company was heaven on earth, putting on the brakes
systems serving dense populations around the globe, which were
while jettisoning up the corporate ladder was akin to rejecting a gift
systematically infused with emotional inhibitor serum, EIS. This
from God.
tasteless Novocain for the brain was an integral part of WOF’s success
Jeniz Aribiba had come highly recommended, with a master’s
in controlling the masses; thus, no revolution was possible without
in molecular biology from the University of Bonn and working on her
diffusing the toxin from pubic water systems.
PhD at MIT. The head hunter for Eastern Aqua couldn’t believe her
Obtaining high-level clearance with Eastern Aqua gave Jeniz
luck when Ms. Aribiba inquired about work the very day the senior EIS
access to detailed maps, procedures, and other classified data, which
analyst for the East Coast fell over from a heart attack. Quite a shock
she fed to other unigents in charge of placing underground anti-EIS
given that he was only twenty-eight and had recently passed his
tanks and pipes and tapping into the reservoirs. Once the process
annual physical without a hitch.
was underway, she was the human valve that made sure the secret
References verified. Background check clean. Bright, poised,
didn’t leak out.
qualified, and eager for a paycheck, Jeniz Aribiba was an avenging
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Pigs would have been as easy as sausage patties, were it not
“I’m sure Eastern’s board of directors will be pleased to know
for Brad Williams. He followed her like a beagle on a rabbit’s trail.
that the company uniform is hot.” She tried to pull away.
She couldn’t take a chance on him stumbling into a Universalist anti-
“All business again, huh?” He pressed against her. “That was
EIS hole while in pursuit, so decided to end the chase. Truth be told,
a turn-on from the start. But we found out soon enough what you’re
he was easy on the eyes and Jeniz was overdue for physical release.
really about, didn’t we?”
Turned out that he had the motion to backup his commotion. Nice
He captured her mouth. She pushed against his granite chest,
equipment that he knew how to operate for maximum outcome.
but they both knew it was for show. They had played this game
Trouble was, after one night and another, and another, he changed
before. He had her number. She might as well play it to her
from a beagle howling to catch a rabbit to a plain old greedy hound in
advantage. Make it quick and send him on his way. She kissed him
constant need of a bone.
back, deep and hard. Her hands roamed with frenzied intent as he
Jeniz sighed inwardly. Aborting the EIS check wasn’t an
stripped her from her uniform.
option. Stopping a sampling in mid-cycle sent up a red flag. Such
“Oh, God I need you inside me right now,” she gasped.
action required filling out a lengthy report to superiors and could
She unzipped his pants and steered him to take her.
lead to an investigation. Her only option was to get Williams out of
“Damn! Talk about change in the weather. Ice to fire. Slow
the building before the cycle was complete. She pressed the final
down, baby.” He slid down her front, kissing and nipping as he went.
code and turned to face him.
“Oh, dear God! Ohhh!” Her whispered shout echoed erotically
“Brad, this really isn’t a good time.”
in the massive chamber of metal, stone, and digital readouts.
His hands slid around her waist. “Are you kidding? There’s
Somehow she pulled herself away from his talented tongue
nobody here but us. I gotta tell you, this skin-tight jumpsuit you’re
and impaled herself upon him. It was a primal, brutal coupling. He
wearingor is it wearing you?is hot!”
pinned her against the heavy-gauge grated-metal side panelonly
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thing that stood between them and the pavement below. She
An eardrum-numbing alarm blasted. Jeniz bolted up. Brad
screamed in fear and ecstasy. He was relentless, taking her deep and
slaked his arm around her waist, holding her captive. The harsh
hard and abrading her soft backside as he banged her against the
beeping stopped.
grating. Serum tests, EIS, and the World Order Federation ceased to
“Soup’s done,” she said casually, trying to quell her racing
exist. There was nothing but ever-expanding critical mass, sweet
pulse.
torturous need, and single intent upon blissful explosion.
“Oh, no you don’t! Break’s not over yet.”
He smoothed her hair back from her brow and kissed it. On
“Really, Brad! I need to pull the disk and submit my report.”
his back now, serving as her human pallet.
“You already know what the results will be. What they always
“That was incredible!” He stroked her back and bottom. She
will be. How about pulling my disk instead?”
winced. “God, you are the sexiest, kinkiest woman on the planet.”
She pushed against his chest. “It won’t take me long. I’m
Boneless, she barely managed a grin.
parched by the way. Why don’t you run down to my cruiser and get
“Hey, you know what would be really kinky? Skinny dipping
us something cold to drink out of the frig?”
in the reservoir.”
“Dedicated to a fault, that’s one of things I love about you.”
“In a three-million-gallon tank of cold water? No thanks.”
He gave her a long, lazy kiss before releasing her. She was up and by
“OK. Guess that reality wouldn’t quite match the fantasy.
the machine, blocking his view of the test lights, before he finished
Here’s a better idea. Let’s you and I go somewhere on holiday. And
sighing.
don’t even try to tell me you can’t. I know for a fact you haven’t
Everything was under control. She just needed to switch out
taken one day off since you’ve been with the company. Do you like
the test disk with the doctored disk in her pocket. Her pocket!
snow skiing? We could go to Lucerne. I know the perfect villa-“
Damn! She spotted her jumpsuit a few feet away, on the other side of
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Brad, who was bending down to retrieve his pants. She nonchalantly
quarter was wedged in the metal mesh. Jeniz stifled a groan. Both
edged by him.
reached for it. Brad was quicker.
“Where are you going?” he asked as she reached for her
“What’s this?”
garment.
“Just an extra disk. I always carry back ups.” She reached for
“Just getting decent.”
it. His palm snapped shut. Her mouth dropped opened. Her gut
“Oh? I prefer you indecent.” He snatched the suit out of her
clenched. He grinned. Snatched her expectant hand with his empty
hands.
one and brought it to his lips.
“Brad! What the hell are you doing? Give me that!” She
“Truce, baby.” He placed the disk in her hand, snatched up his
grabbed for it and he held it up, out of her reach. She jumped up and
shirt, and turned to go. “We could both use a cold one.”
he shifted his arm behind his back.
He began to move past the EIS monitor. A blinking red light
“You’re really pissing me off! Give me my clothes!” She folder
caught his eye. It may have been years since he worked in the field,
her arms across her breasts.
but he knew that anything but a green light signaled something
“What’s it worth to you?”
wasn’t right. And red meant something was very wrong.
She snarled. “You’re such a juvenile.”
“What the hell?”
“Oh, boo-hoo. Is my wittle sex goddess upset?” He tried to
Jeniz’s wide eyes reflected red.
tickle her with his free hand. She slapped it away, her nails raking his
“The monitor is flashing red at the serum level sector. What’s
forearm and drawing blood.
the code so I can access the results.”
“Ow! God, you can be a bitch! Here, take the damned thing.”
“No, I’ll do it. Go get the drinks. My throat’s so dry I can
He tossed the garment at her. Something clinked on the walkway.
barely swallow.”
They looked down in unison. A silver disk the size of an old-fashion
“It’ll only take a minute. I’m curious. Aren’t you?”
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She shrugged. “It’s nothing. Probably nothing. Just go and let
“You’re the one with the problem! This is my job. I’m
me do my job.”
responsible for-“
“Nothing? It’s flashing red!” His brow furrowed then eased.
“Give me the damned code!”
“Game’s over, love.”
She shook her head, stalling as her mind raced for a way out.
“Game?”
“Fine. I’ll just call Central and ask for an override.” He
“You aren’t sure what do in case of a malfunction. Probably
reached for his digicom.
haven’t had to deal with many. Come to think of it, there hasn’t been
“Come on, Brad, you’re being ridiculous.”
a system malfunction in this quadrant since you came to Eastern. No
He turned away from her.
need to be embarrassed if you aren’t sure what to do. It’s probably
“Brad, c’mon! Don’t do this. Go get the drinks. Let me do my
nothing to worry about, like you said. Might have gotten a weak
job.” She reached around and grabbed for the digi.
batch of serum or a bad mix. More likely a misread and we just need
He shoved her away without a word and with such force that
to rerun the test.”
she slammed against the metal security panel. Had it not been there,
“Right. A misread. Why don’t I rerun-“
she would have tumbled to her deathno, he would have pushed her
“What’s the code, Jeniz?”
to her death—having turned from her without a hint of apology to
“It’s classified.”
boot. Her eyes narrowed at his broad back and exposed neck as he
“Yeah? And you know that since I’m two ranks above you, I
tilted his head down. He began pressing the keypad. That was too
have clearance.”
bad.
She pursed her lips. He was too mulish for his own good.
Her survival instinct kicked in. Flee! No, there was nowhere
“What is your problem, Jeniz?”
to run. Even if she could get out of the States, she’d be jeopardizing
the operation and the organizationnot to mention the fate of the
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world! She had to stop him. But how? Her frantic eyes and mind
came to rest on the tool drawer of the auditing station.
“Hello? Eastern Central, EIS opera-“ Gasp. Gurgle. Brad
collapsed like stone, face first. The walkway shimmied violently.
Finally the vibrations subsided and Jeniz watched as a hand she did
not recognize reached down to remove the screwdriver from the base
of his skull. She jerked back. A stranger’s voice that sounded eerily
like her own ordered her to keep the seepage to a minimum. She
wrapped his shirt around his neck to sop up the blood that was
oozing. Now, what to do with the body? Her eyes came to rest on the
tank access hatch a few yards away.
Brad was going to get his skinny dipping wish. And the reality
was definitely not going to match the fantasy.
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Marshall Sanbujuma walked over and gave her a hug. “Let’s
give Jane and her team a round of applause—one that our brothers
and sisters from Ankara to Anaheim can hear, heh?”
Thunderous applause and whistles ricocheted off the
limestone walls. Hands steepled at his chest, Sanbujuma closed his
eyes. The group settled. In the hush, he opened his eyes and smiled
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before speaking in a voice soft as savanna grass rustling in the
breeze.
“The fantasy is turning real. Ramp-up for Lucid Tuesday is
“Listen, mirrors of my face. The elements are conspiring with
bustin’,” whispered Kidjin Maecraeg to a comrade sitting next him at
us. Water, cool and pureonce again, pureis seeping into the
the gathering of two-dozen Universalist leaders. Jane Meier, field
bodies, minds, and souls of people around the world. The first
operations director for Operation Three Little Pigs, was finishing her
essential element has been returned to the people. What of air, hmm?
update.
Let us now hear from Daj about how we shall reclaim air for the good
“So as you now see, TLP phase has been completed
of all.”
successfully. Two years of diligent and dangerous work by the TLP
Daj Lubumbashi unfolded her six-foot six-inch frame from the
team has indeed laid the ground work-“
pillow she had been sitting cross-legged upon and embraced Marshall
“You mean laid the water work!” blurted Ajay Rabindrath, lead
before moving to the compad. None of the onlookers would have
engineer for sister operation Little Red Riding Hood.
guessed that the two had been spitting fire at each other not ten
Laughter rippled through the cavernous chamber.
minutes ago.
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“You will not utter a syllable!”
“The cause is the same. Self-determination. Human dignity.”
“Won’t I?” Eyes, shining dark as the universe, looked down at
“Is it? Isn’t it about destroying WOF?”
him.
“Exactly.”
At six-foot-three, Marshall Sanbujuma rarely found himself
Laughter bubbled up from her gut. “Oh, Mar-mar, we agree on
looking up at anyone, but her stance didn’t intimidate him. Never
the purpose. But it isn’t the same as before. No more illusions about
had. He met her gaze with equal fire. “No, Diamond Daj, you will
creating utopia, heh? We go into this with open eyes.”
not.”
“That’s what leaders must do.”
She knew he used the old nickname on purpose, to remind her
“But not the soldiers?”
of the blood, sweat, laughter, and tears they had shared over what
Marshall’s jaw fell like a trap door. No sound fell out. It
had become a lifetime. “Our comrades have the right to know what
sprang shut.
they are really getting into, Mar-mar.” Two could play that game.
“Ah, so there it is. We’re back to generals and soldiers. The
“Do they? Even if it will jeopardize us all? Think, Daj! Desert
circle can be stretched, but never broken.”
Atlantis in no longer a commune of a few thousand. There are one
Marshall sighed. “We must be true to our nature.”
hundred thousand living in communities throughout the land-“
“Our nature? What do we truly know of our original nature
“Under the land.”
after countless generations of becoming what we have been nurtured
“And several million worldwide.”
to be?”
“And they will be asked to put their lives on the line in a
“Diamond, we have no time for philosophy. The time to act is
matter of days.”
upon us. Do not make our impossible task unbearable by stirring up
“Just as their parents and grandparents did.”
doubt and fear amongst the freedom fighters. Surely they all have
“Yes, but for a different cause.”
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weighed the risks, in their own way. To give into fear is to give into
the back wall. His brow lifted in askance. Her wide, naturally-
force. Don’t plant the seed.”
persimmon-tinted mouth stretched and spread into a ten-carat
“There is no shame in placing a welcome mat for Death. It
diamond smile. Marshall breathed a sigh of relief, for this moment at
comes when it comes, no matter. There is power in openly living with
least, the temperate side of the enigmatic Diamond Daj was on
the Reaper. The fear comes in pretending that most of us will greet
display.
the dawn the day after Lucid.”
At the turn of the century, Daj had been one of a handful of
“Your fear! Mass destruction is what you fear! Do not cast
human rights activists in her native country, Democratic Republic of
your leaden net of despair into a sea teeming with promise and hope!”
Congo, who refused to cower to the ore fists and diamond-tipped
Daj shook her head slowly. “There is no hell once you face it.
bullets aimed at the hearts and heads of her people. As poverty and
No fear once you taste it. Embrace it, give it name. Love it without
its nasty byproducts of starvation, disease, and desperation noosed
shame. How is it that after three dozen years together I have come to
itself tighter around the throat of the population, President Laurent
know this and you still do not?”
Desire Kabila struck a deal with the spawn of original imperialist sin
A cool sensation swept his being. Once upon a time they
in what became known as the Sengamines. Rather than harvesting
thought as one mind, spoke as one voice. Now they struggled to
the countries natural resources by and for its people, leaders like
speak the same language. Feeling helpless as a child he whispered,
Kabilawho were suppose to be more egalitarian than the colonial
“Please.”
rulers they had replacedsought obscene wealth for themselves.
This meant that in the resource-rich DROC, as poverty and diseases
Eyes, shining dark as the universe, scanned the thirty pair of
like HIV and malaria ravaged, the bulk of seven-hundred-million-
eyes looking back. Daj’s shining eyes came to rest on Marshall, who,
dollars net profit each year from diamond mining alone became
after introducing her, had returned to his usual place, propping up
blood-encrusted booty for a handful of global pirates.
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Congolese, many of whom were teenagers and all of whom
witnessed and destined to melt in vain from greed and neglect into
were gripped by famine, joblessness, and hopelessness, armed
rivers of tears and blood.
themselves with buckets and shifters to scavenge the land upon
Daj earned her diamond smile through a guest appearance on
which they were born for traces of diamond dust. Like hungry lions
a local TV news show, Kananga This Week, which was aired live in
roaming ancestral hunting grounds that had been claimed by two-
front of a studio audience and broadcast throughout the western
legged invaders, they risked violent death over starvation. Anyone
region. She and Hans Gardiere, a spokesperson for Sengamines, were
found in the concessions, areas given to foreign corporations, was
invited to discuss the increased shootings in and around Mbuji-May, a
jailed or shot at Sengamines discretion. No questions asked. No
city located in the heart of the concessions.
apologies. No consequences for company assassins.
“Ms. Lubumbashi is simply mistaken,” said Gardiere to the
Despite having been arrested and assaulted many times for
camera. “Sengamines does not order murders of trespassers.”
distributing leaflets and speaking out about the atrocities, Daj
“Oh, please, sir! Dozens of people, many of them children,
refused to be intimidated into silence. Her courage and wisdom
have been killed this year alone. Just last week three boys, ages
blazed warmth to those abandoned to cold realities; was used by
twelve, sixteen, and seventeen, were shot and killed in the
others to spark their own flames to burn with hope and purpose.
concessions.”
This was no small thing in a place like DROC, which, like its
“An unfortunate accident, Ms. Lubumbashiafter being found
neighboring countries in sub-Saharan Africa, was viewed by most of
trying to steal Sengamines’ property, let’s not forget. The security
the world as an incomprehensible black hole far across the galaxy.
guards ordered them to stop. The men fled.”
Hers was a land of shattered bones and brutal betrayals where
“The boys were gunned down. Had they been running they
pleading cries fell heavy and deep like Ruwenzuri snow; rarely
would have been shot in the back not the chest.”
“They ran. The security forces fired warning shots.”
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“Warning shots!”
Daj turned her head toward the voice, the studio lights
“She has a point, sir,” interjected Bani Zunimba, the show’s
blinding her vision. Like a heavyweight’s left hook, a fist-size rock
host. “The youths ended up dead.”
came out of nowhere and slammed into her mouth. Her head
“The young men were caught trespassing and stealing-“
snapped back. Blood, flesh, and bone sprayed Gardiere’s face.
“Wait,” interrupted Daj. “Please clarify warning shots. Aren’t
Despite being chased down and captured by two burly
such shots usually fired up into the air? As a warning-”
audience members, the cowardly attacker miraculously escaped from
“Yes, fired to warn criminals-“
armed authorities on the way to the police station and was never seen
“Shot in the chest, Mr. Gardiere.”
again. No surprise since Sengamines gave incentives to law
“Ah, well, sadly the bullets went astray…”
enforcement to ensure the law was enforced to its liking. There was,
Daj gave a mirthless laugh. “The bullets were in error? I see.
however, an unexpected, symbolic, and utterly beautiful surprise to
Now we are to believe that Sengamines security forces don’t kill
come.
children, rogue bullets do!”
News of the assault would have been suppressed had the show
Unprompted jeers and applause erupted from the audience.
not been airing live when it happened. People saw and heard about it,
Daj flashed a triumphant smile at Gardiere, whose pale brown eyes
and the news spread. Not only about the initial brutality to the youth,
smoldered red.
but also about Daj, whose upper jaw had been cracked and front
“All right, thank you audience for weighing in on Ms.
teeth knocked out.
Lubumbashi’s comments. Let’s settle down so that we may hear Mr.
Later no one could recall how it began, but in the weeks
Gardiere’s response.“
following the assault communities throughout the country had “Daj
Someone from the audience shouted, “Hey, Daj! Here’s his
Day” gatherings to celebrate her courage and raise money for the
response!”
“Diamond Daj” fund to pay for her medical bills. The effort alone was
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enough to make Daj beam toothlessly. Soon she was fitted for a
Tutsis-Belgian descent, who had been shot in the shoulder while
bridge and was informed that complete strangers had raised enough
trying to rescue civilians in a village north of Katanga during a rebel
money to pay for everything—plastic surgeon, oral surgeon,
slaughter spree. Returning from delivering humanitarian supplies to
medication, and custom bridgework. Never in her wildest dreams had
a Kimbanguist relief shelter, Sanbujuma’s four-man patrol unit was
she imagined this included a bridge wired in platinum, which
unaware of the violence they were driving toward. Their Jeep would
displayed four dazzling diamond teeth of ten-carat total weight!
have passed the body camouflaged by bloodied khaki clothing and
Daj’s diamond smile faded as the Sengamines’ obscenity soon
late afternoon shadows had it not been for a fiery glint that caught
paled to a genocidal-inspired civil war that would result in death,
Marshall’s eye.
disease, and displacement for three and half million people. As ruler
Though taller and nearly as heavy as he, Marshall managed to
Kabila sold the heart of her homeland, he also opened its soul to debt
carry the unconscious woman into the Jeep and then cradle her
and despair by ignoring the hate that was brewing in the eastern part
across his lap as the unit was driving her to hospital. Her eyes
of the country. Rwandan and Ugandan Hutus and military forces that
fluttered opened and she winced from the pain of her wound.
had helped the current dictator overthrow the previous one were
“No!” she screamed. Kicked and lashed out with the speed
extracting a brutal reward. By the time Kabila thought to tend the hot
and strength of a tigress.
pot in the summer of 1998 and expel the rebels, madness was boiling
It took both Marshall and the other UN guard sitting in the
over. The rebels controlled nearly a third of the country, pillaging its
back to subdue her. Once firmly held, she hadn’t the strength to
natural resources and terrorizing innocent people at will.
struggle.
Marshall Sanbujuma was a fresh-faced U.N. Peacekeeper,
“Take it easy. You’ve been shot. We’re UN Peacekeepers and
sporting a baby-blue beret and belief he could save the world. The
we’re taking you to hospital.”
best he would do would be to rescue a twenty-year-old woman of
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“Peacekeepers?” She spat weakly. “There are no peacekeepers.
for Lucid, a point of clarity had gathered critical mass inside her
Only the hunters and the hunted, and the spectators that watch,
being and exploded into a knowing that enveloped her body, mind,
either sympathetically or sadistically, glad that they are on the
and soul. A sense a purpose that went beyond what Universalists
sidelines for this round of the never-ending game.”
envisioned. A destiny powered by nothing less than the Divine hand.
“Tell me tigress, which are you?”
“Good afternoon. Thanks to each of you for the honor of
She smiled, revealing four brilliant diamond teeth. “What is
allowing my humble eyes to look upon your divine faces. Soon we
your name?”
will all be looking at divine faces from around the globe. Human
“Marshall Sanbujuma.”
beings whose right to self-realization has long been denied; hidden
“Tell me Marshall Sanbujuma, have you never been hunted
from their eyes…their minds…their hearts.”
then? Or been the hunter?”
Murmurs and nods of agreement swept the room. Daj felt the
He shook his head, mesmerized by eyes that sparkled and
presence within her nod in approval. Dajeelia Kwafiuni Lubumbashi
captivated more than the fiery smile. Both eyes and smile began to
had been tested; walked through crimson coals only to discover the
dim.
azure waves of infinite power wash over her.
Slipping back into unconsciousness she mumbled, “I hope you
“These children of God, children of Gaia, will once again be
never are, Mar-mar. If there is any justice, I hope you never are.”
free. How do I know this will be? It is literally in the air. In a matter
of days, eight to be exact, we will sound a wake-up call. Rousing our
Thirty years and eight-thousand miles from her homeland,
brothers and sisters around the planet to rub the sleep from their
Daj’s diamond whites now shone like justice. Justice that had eluded
eyes and stretch their minds, again.”
her until she finally, and only recently, realized it was already within
Daj pressed a button on the compad and a global map
her waiting to be unleashed. During the past two years of planning
appeared on the wall behind her, outlining the eight regions of the
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world: Eurokraine, Euromed, AfriEast, AsiaEast, AsiaWest, North
The cherub-faced man with cropped gray hair waved a
America Anglo, North America Latin, and South America.
dismissive hand. “Too green to have a clue. If those cave kids had an
“For the last sixteen years we have been laying the foundation
inkling of what was about to go down they’d be wailing and messin’
of freedom. Building bridges back to our humanity. Gathering
their diapers like newborns.”
strength from righteous determination and universal truth.”
“Hey, check this out! Here’s a real scream.” A track of
Heads bobbed. Daj saw them bow to her. Bow to deliverance
George Carlin performing stand-up appeared on his viewer.
and destiny. She was going to save them and all of humankind from
“Humorist’s posthumous fame. Carlin would get a kick out that!”
perpetual sorrow. Like goddess-gods that had come before her, she
Blaine Randall touched the edge of the screen and the twentieth-
would be remembered as the Diamond Mother who cast fire from her
century comedian’s face dissolved as the system began sorting and
fingertips that sprayed onto the world as a cooling fountain of pure
compacting his performances and writings onto the chip.
potential.
“George Carlin was famous while he was alive. His fame can’t
“Yes. Universalists understand. At the stroke of midnight on
be posthumous.”
Lucid Tuesday, November 7, 2034, the journey back to awakening
“Sure it can. If the audience never heard of him until years
begins. The long night of human sorrow will end as will the éclat of
after his death.”
its lords.”
Ari McFadden shook his head. “After you finish reviving
Carlin, how much we got left to input?”
“Lordie, if Diamond still don’t got it!” exclaimed the lanky man
Blaine eyed a pile of yellowed documents, frayed journal
with a graying ponytail as he muted the volume from the conference
covers, tattered books, and compact disks on the table. “That’s the
feed. “She’s got the team on their feet and screaming for more!”
last stack. All the documents we’ve got left to load, love.”
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“A million words, then?” Ari pressed the save button on the
going to get plugged in, let alone make it to the people. No telling
screen.
what the world will do if the words and images do get through.”
“Give or take.”
“Now, love, you know there’s never been no guarantees. Forty
“Doesn’t seem possible that we’re almost finished. Does the
years we’ve been at this.”
team know?”
“Forty my once-tight booty! We ain’t been communing with
Blaine said, “Yeah, I sent an e out this morning, told everyone
cave bats that long!”
to take a rest. Wanted it to be just you and me ending what we
“No. But we’ve been fighting the green meanies that long.”
started.”
“Oh, if only we could get the green meanies back! Give me back
Ari grinned. “Still the romantic, even after troving, what?
the World Bank and IMF any day! Let trigger-happy cops again
Several hundred million mind-blowing words.”
serenade me in Seattle. Let my eyes bleed from teargas rising from the
“Aristotle to Zevon, all soon to be returned to their rightful
Spanish Steps like angry ghosts of ancient Rome. Let me embrace the
place. To the public at large to hear and read, contemplate, judge,
unparalleled joy of flipping off the Resident as his black SUV
accept, and reject as be their will.”
motorcade rushes by. Oh, lord Krishna, give me back those days!”
“We hope. What with WOF druggin' them for so long. An
Blaine winked. “You were a hellraiser, Ari, I’ll give you that.”
entire generation’s been junkies from the womb. What if they can’t
“Pah! It was you, darlin’, who corrupted me. I was a good
think for themselves, even after they’ve been weaned?”
little GenXer on my way to Columbia and then Wall Street when you
“Now, Ari, don’t be that way.”
abducted me from the that Seven Eleven outside Schenectady.”
“What? I’m just being a realist, Blaine. We’ve been at this for
“Oh, no. As recall you picked me up in bar in The Village.”
the better part of five years. There’s no guarantee these chips are
He giggled. “Maybe we did both.
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“It’s hard to remember the details when you’ve just realized
Jared Smidley, the aging GenYer, rolled his eyes at Blaine’s use
you’re going to change the world.”
of his generation’s rusted slang. “Marshall sent me to see if we’ve
“It’s harder to forget when you don’t.”
uncovered anything on Beight.”
“Wow! Talk about a doom-gloomer! Oh where, oh where has
“From the last shipment, you mean?” asked Ari.
my starry-eyed dreamer with rosy glasses gone?”
“That would be the one. Two crates of documents came in.”
“Stars turned into WOF satellites and smart bombs shattered
Blaine nodded toward the pile. “Most were in sorry shape, I’m
the glasses.”
sad to report. Time has always liked munching musty documents.
“Yeah, well, things did get bad in the teen’s-”
Feasted on quite a few. Others were dry as crypt bones, delicate as
“Worse! They were bad and got worse! Sixteen years since
ash. There’s what we salvaged.”
Fini, hon. Sixteen years in the hole!”
Smidley’s mouth turned down. “That’s likely the last shipment
“Lucid is going to turn things around. We’ve gotta keep the
before the Pigs’ premiere.”
faith. I still believe Adam will lead us to peace.”
“I gotta say, Smid, I think we’re getting worked up over
“Adam? Ah, hello? I’ve only seen his ghost haunting the
nothing. If this Eli Beight fella was as important as some say, surely
tunnels. The man we knew died along with his promise in the
there’d be more than a few references to him in handful of memos.”
massacre. Besides, there is no way to peace, sweetheart, peace is the
“Memos to and from the Office of the President of the United
way.”
States. About life and death policy issues. Geez, Blaine, we’re not
“The way to what? A hole one hundred feet underground?”
talking about personal emails about cigars.”
Came a voice from the shadows.
Blaine nodded his head. Shrugged. Tipped back in his chair.
“Hello, Smidley, what’s the 411?”
“Don’t take that tone with him, Smid. We lived through those
times. Tried to prevent things from going to hell in a hand basket
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while you were still gurgling with the joy of having your ass
“Yep, good ol’ Wal-mart, remember them? The store of, for,
powdered.”
and by the people that came to town and wiped out the American
Smidley snapped, “And you did a helluva job, Ari.”
Dream for mom and pop, paid minimum wage, and did there best not
“At powdering your ass?” asked Blaine.
to hire homos. Bet your parents loved Wal-mart!”
Smidley bit his cheek, but his dimples showed anyway.
“You’re a real bitch, Ari!”
Ari rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop his tirade. “Yes, smart ass,
“Oh, my! That’s soooo clever, peanut.”
some of us did. Wasn’t enough, not even close. Not because there
Blaine tried to intervene. “Ari, attacking his parents is low-“
were too many evil bastardsjust too many ignorant, laz-butts! What
Ari held up his hand. “I don’t speak ill of the dead, just the
were your God-fearing parents doing when the last pristine
truth. Zealots aside, even basically decent folk couldn’t be bothered
wilderness on the planet was being raped by Exxon Mobil?”
with things like considering the impact of the growing gap between
“Hey, now-“
rich and poor, eroding wages and workers’ benefits, obscene
“When children were being worked like dogs in Nanjing so gay
pharmaceutical profits, and tens of millions of working folks without
bashers in Nashville could buy cheap Kathy Lee Sunday suits, particle-
healthcare.”
board dinettes, and gallon buckets of malted milk balls from Wal-
“And the Romans fed Christians to the lions. Europeans
Mart?”
clasped iron chains around Africans. What the fuck is your problem?
“Tsk, tsk. Still can’t let it go, can you?” Smid’s parents had
You can’t change history!”
been active in the Christian Coalition at the turn of the century,
“No, but you can make itat least help shape it a little better.
lobbying in Tennessee for a constitutional amendment to ban gay
The history you’re a part of, I mean, but only if you understand what
marriage.
was going before you came alongbeyond the pre-fabbed, status-quo
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approved crap they served you in ninth grade history class. Then you
Ari tossed a paper wad at Blaine’s head without a pause. “And
might begin to understand what’s really going on, and why.”
how to refinance the homestead for a trip to Disney World or to pay
“Let me ask you this, Ari, who died and made you Socrates?”
off the credit cards that bought the façade of wealth. Because, oh,
“OK friends-”
God, what would co-workers and strangers think if one didn’t drive a
“Stay out of this Blaine.”
new SUV every couple of years and have a fancy-smancy ZIP code?
“Shut your face, peanut! Don’t tell him to shut up!”
Folks too wrapped up in what the Dow was doing instead of
“Now, Ari-“
connecting the dots between fast-food society and the loss of our
“No, Blaine! We’re down in this hole working to enlighten the
humanity!”
world out there and look!” He pointed to Smid. “We’ve got
“Now, love, I think that’ll do.”
Universalists who still don’t understand the reasons we’re here!”
Smidley shook his head. He’d never understood Ari and never
“Oh, excuse me, wise exalted Buddha, we sure as hell do! We
would. The past was the past. What his parents, or anybody’s, had or
scurried halfway to hell to keep our asses from being blown all the
had not done back then didn’t matter now.
way there!”
“I think we could all use a fieldtrip,” said Blaine. “I know I’m
Ari sighed nearly enough carbon monoxide to suffocate them
needing to make some vitamin D.”
all. “Before that, peanut. Back to the manufactured greed dished out
Smidley nodded. “We’ve got one scheduled for the day after
in the form of huge tax cuts for the ultra wealthy and corporations.
next, to Jasper Lake. I’ll add you both to the list.”
Most tax dollars going to the military industrial hog while deficits
“Don’t you dare patroni-“
soared higher than an eagle. And all the while most folks were more
“Ari! Enough. It’s not like you to be so hateful.”
concerned about who was getting drafted in the NBL-
Ari put his face in his hands. After a few moments he settled
“NFL, love. Or perhaps you mean NBA-“
down. “OK. OK. Maybe I need some relief. Won’t get it from fresh
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air and sunshine, though. Won’t get it until Lucid Tuesday goes
“But there’s nothing on Beight. We’ve got fifty centuries of
down, one way or the other.” He heaved himself up from the chair,
scrubbed history prepped for load. What’s in this can that can’t wait?
patted Smid’s shoulder, and kissed Blaine before shuffling out of the
“Are you kidding? That little disk I just slipped in there holds
room.
the never before released Reagan papers! The who’s who of the JFK,
Blaine gave a sheepish smile. “Smid, we got another container
RFK, and King murders. Elvis in Vegas. President Eisenhower
of chips to deliver to Rome.” He opened a titanium case, placed the
speaking about the dangers of the military-industrial comp-“
chip Ari had just finished in the last slot of its three-inch by three-
“I’ll check with Marshall. We’re in the witching hour as it is. A
inch compartment. “We should get it to our contact in the next
delay in getting all the data out is OK. We’ll add it once GIN is
twenty-four, if we can.”
secured.” Smid gave a mock salute and thought to himself: Dinosaurs
“Well, I don’t know how that’s going to happen. Jax is still at
surround me! Public didn’t give a flip about that crap when they had
St. John’s camp and Adam is nowhere to be found.”
free access to it. The Universalists’ plan of mass enlightenment is a
“Reeves is missing?”
freakin’ waste of time! Thank God Daj had the vision and guts to take
“Seems so. No one’s seen him for days.”
the bull by the horns.
“That doesn’t sound like Adam. He didn’t leave word with
Walking through the tunnels that led to the control center
anyone?”
where Daj and the Unigents were still gathered, Smid continued to
“Yeah, there’s a crypt in the system that he left for Jax, but
think about how fortunate he was to be among only a handful of
he’s not here to access it.”
Universalists recruited by Daj for a covert mission to supercede the
“Well, what’s the problem? Sounds like Adam left word with
weak operation Lucid Tuesday with Lucid Doomsday. Smid knew from
Jax, who is due back in the next day or so. Still, we can’t wait that
studying latter twentieth and early twenty-first century history that
long to get this data out.”
Daj was taking unilateral charge just as conservative leaders had done
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with great success. Conversely, the aging progressives and liberals,
who held a slim majority on the Unicouncil, still dreamt of
democracy. Fools! Hadn’t they learnt anything from the butt
whipping of 2018? In a world that required instantaneous actions
and reactions, they still thought it possible to give everyone a voice
and reach consensus. Yeah, like that had ever happened with
humanswonder WOF had thrashed the Arian Aquarians and sent
them scurrying into the bowels of the planet. The group might have
changed its name, but the Universalists were still clueless about how
to gain power. Daj got it, though. Demanding life on your own terms
and kicking ass to get your bliss was the only thing goddamned
conservatives understood!
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observing the lunacy around her as serenely as the Holy Mother
herself.
As the cocksure smirk faded into a pout, the trilling of a
telephone thankfully interrupted uncomfortable silence. One of the
shapely bottle-blond assistants, who were on private display and
carefully kept from the cameras, answered.
“Office of-“ She halted her sultry greeting and pulled the
Chapter Five
telephone away from her ear until the cussing subsided on the other
end. “One moment please.”
“God damned networks! They’re reporting on the exit polls!
With singular determination, she pressed the tiny hold button
What the hell is wrong with those anchors? Assholes every one!
on the cordless phone with the tip of a blood-red, half-inch long,
Heads will roll. Fuck!”
acrylic fingernail before sashaying to a chief advisor, who was sitting
“Calm down, sweetheart.” His wife rushed to his side and
upon one of several overstuffed leather sofas talking to a junior aid.
stroked her hand over his chest. Several pair of eyes looked away,
She leaned close to whisper in his ear.
understanding the caress was unspoken concern for his fragile health.
“Lydie, doll, you smell like heaven.”
“Listen to the ol’ ball and chain, Tinman. Take a load off.
Giggling, she swatted his chest. “Behave yourself, you horn
Nothin’ to worry about. Karn’s got it under control.” The ever-present
dog!”
smirk reached the figurehead’s eyes, no surer sign the dye had been
He wrapped his arm around her hips and winked at the aid,
darkly cast.
who was blushing and had suddenly found the design of his tie
“Hush now, Junior.” The soft but firm command came from a
fascinating.
silver-haired matron, who was sitting in a wingback chair in the corner,
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“John Welt is on the phone.”
to conduct a phone intervention to assure the panic stricken ally that
“That SOB! It’s about time!” Snatched the phone from
every “i” had been dotted and each “t” crossed.
Dollface before dismissing her with a flick of his wrist. “John, what
“Jay, you insult me, I gave you my personal assurance.”
the hell is going on up there?”
“Forgive me, Ol. I’m not questioning your word. It’s just that
“Take it easy old friend. I’ve got it under control. We’ve got
things are getting out of hand. We’re off message. News is getting
all the ducks in a row, again. All the network anchors have the script,
through. Folks around the country are seeing and hearing about
are about to deliver the same line. They’ll apologize for reporting on
voterspoor and middle-class, blacks, woman, and college
polling guestimates and assure the public they will only report the true
kidsstanding in lines for hours, being sent to wrong polling places,
votes. Those that are counted. Those that count.”
nonexistent places-“
“Christ! We only want another Florida to be Florida! That’s
“Jay-“
where the public’s eyes and ears are supposed to be! Jesus, man, you
“Machines counting backwards, districts that are seventy-
know the plan! Ohio could blow the lid off!”
percent Democrat voting eighty percent Republican, but only in the
“It won’t. No sweat. The cartel has it together, don’t worry my
presidential race-“
friend, we’ll deliver the message that delivers victory, again.”
“Listen-“
As this conversation was happening, Odin Karn was freezing a
“One poll closed due to a Homeland Security threat, but no
meltdown. The Ohio campaign director had called his private line,
threat has been announced by the Department of Homeland Security!
frantic about the exit polls and reports suggesting dirty tricks. Having
It’s a goddamned frickin’ nightmare!”
been in the middle of reviewing the seventh draft of his boss's victory
“Jay, calm your candy ass down!”
speech, Karn found himself struggling to mask his irritation at having
“I’m trying. It was easy to talk a big game last spring.” He
chuckled nervously.
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Odin clenched his jaw. Jay shouldn’t have brought up his
“How do you know?”
major faux pas. He had been one smug SOB then, publicly boasting
“I beg your pardon?”
that he would deliver Ohio. It had gotten little play, of course.
“How do you know?”
Corporate media was trained and on a tight leash. Still, it had been
“Are you questioning me, Jay?”
bad form, and nothing annoyed Odin more than an undisciplined twit.
“Well…yeah. I guess I am. I’m here and what I’m seeing isn’t
“Ol, what should I do?”
matching what you’re saying. I don’t think you know-“
“Nothing.”
“Listen carefully, you little hemorrhoid wipe.”
“Nothing?”
“Hey! There’s no need to get nasty!”
“Let the local media spew. The networks will play a small
“I am going to speak very slowly so that you are sure to hear
violin about it and the public will move on by dawn.”
what I am about to say because I never, ever, want to have to say this
“What if the machine monopoly gets scrutinized? What if
again. Are you listening? Jay?”
Chuck’s ties to the campaign are revealed? He’s the CEO of the
“Don’t be an asshole, Odin.”
company that controls the machines for Christ’s sake!”
“Shut up Jay. Listen. When I tell you not to worry…when I tell
“We’re hiding in plain sight.”
you it, whatever it is, is taken care of, believe. Don’t question. Don’t
“We are?”
question me. Ever.” An index finger with a well-manicured nail tapped
“Hell, yes! It’s an open secret. You know the game. Stick to
the speakerphone button and disengaged the call.
our game plan.”
Odin closed his eyes. Pinched the bridge of his nose before
“What if the declared loser doesn’t move on?”
reaching for the remote and looking at eight seventy-two-inch
“He’s a player, wants to stay in the game. He’ll follow the
monitors on the wall, each tuned to eight major broadcast and cable
rules. Concession’s assured.”
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networks with the sound muted. The corners of his mouth lifted as he
where the presidential contender was showing an insurmountable
turned the volume up and down on each, sequentially.
lead.
Every talking head was authoritatively dismissing the
Satisfied that the victory train was back on track, Odin muted
preliminary exit poll results in Ohio and stressing that the race
the stations and reached for the tape recorder he always kept within
wouldn’t be called until all the votes were counted. There was no
reach.
discussion that exit polling had become an exact science, which in
“November second. Robin, take Jay Cluney off the A-list for
recent years had been used to accurately identify winners in advance
the inaugural. Move him to…C level.”
in state and national races. Never mind that every finance minister
The Buckeye buffoon had served his purpose and could be
and political priest tending flocks along Madison Avenue, Wall Street,
discarded. Wouldn't be smooth to drop him on his head, though. Just
and the Belt Way studied and believed polls as gospel and structured
cast him as a distant relative. Let him think he was part of the family
their sermons in accordance with market research scripture. Every
celebration, but he would have to pay his own transportation and
reputable politico used them and, at least privately, thought them the
lodging and wouldn’t get within a hundred feet of the main ball.
word of God. Few of the rulers and the ruled paid heed that not one
Leaning back in his black leather chair, he steepled his fingers to his
talking head brought up the oddity of this Election Day’s exit polls
chin and looked at the picture of his newborn granddaughter. A cat-
hitting the nail on the head in nearly every race in every state. No
swallowing-the-canary smile formed. He had aptly named her Joi Ohio.
significant pondering about the oddity of the exceptions being in the
presidential race in key states like Florida and Ohio. Too few with
“Four dead in Ohio…how many dead…four dead in Ohio…”
power to make a difference cried foul when network and cable anchors
The thief hummed and muttered as he rifled through another file
looked into the cameras like deer into truck headlights and told
cabinet.
America that exit polls in these states were wrong, especially in Ohio
“Damn it, man! Shut it!”
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“Lighten up, Stan. You know how I can’t help but word
Bud rolled his eyes and stuffed the picture into his pocket.
associate. This wood paneling started me thinking about my
“Might be the only thing worth taking from the looks of it. We’ve
granddad’s study, which got me thinking about—“
searched high and low and-“
“Judas Priest! Not Psycho, again.”
“Hell’s bells! We’ve hit the jackpot!” Stan waved a thin manila
“Huh?”
folder.
“Shower curtain? Plunging knife? Bates? Oh, never mind!”
“Don’t look like no jackpot.”
“No, it got me to thinking about the golden oldies he use to
“Eli Beight file is what we came for and that’s what the label
tune-in to on Saturday night. You know, all the weird-ass crap they
says.” He pointed to the label. “Beight, E.”
use to call rock n’ roll. Then I happened upon these photos in the
“But it’s so thin. Don’t look like there’s anything in it.” Bud
drawer, mostly of the old geezer’s granddaughter. A particularly
tried to snatch it. Stan turned his shoulder away.
shapely form known as Ms. Joi Ohio. And what a happy state she puts
“Settle down! Nobody said it was a big file. Let’s get out of
me in.” He smooched her image and started to pocket the photograph.
here.” He headed for the door.
Stan glanced up from checking desk drawers. “Find
“Shouldn’t we sneak a peek?”
something?” He rushed over. “Oh, jeeze! Where did you get that?
“We were told it was confidential.”
Gimme that!” He tried to snatch the photograph away, but Bud was
“But nobody said we couldn’t look. Maybe there’s a picture of
quicker.
the fellow. Ain’t you curious about what the guy looks like?”
“Ah, ah! My memento.”
Stan shrugged, but his rising brows gave his curiosity away.
“You ain’t right, son. Put that picture back where you found
“They’ll be hell to pay if we somehow snatch the wrong file.”
it.” He opened another file drawer and began rummaging.
“True.”
“Well?”
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With Bud leaning over his shoulder, Stan opened the folder.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake!” He pushed his scrawny partner toward
Both men’s brows furrowed. A small sheet of fine linen stationery
the door. If the kid wasn’t a genius with cracking home guardian
bearing gold embossed initials ONK was the entire contents. Upon the
programming code he would have done the job alone.
paper was a handwritten note, inked in black: You took the Beight, but
Stan cautiously pushed open the panel and looked into the
no catch. Cast again.
main chamber. “C’mon, coast is clear.”
“Son of a-“
Stan followed unaware that the cryptic message had escaped
“Crap!”
the file and was settling upon the carpet as the panel door to the
“What do we do?”
secret room clicked shut.
Stan shrugged.
The monitor alarm had automatically shut off once Odin’s
“Keep searching?”
blood pressure had come down. The thieves creeping by hadn’t a clue
“No! We’ve turned this place upside down.
that they had agitated him. Neither did anyone else in the mansion
“For that?”
thanks to Bud’s handiwork with routing the room’s circuitry off-line
“We were told to find and deliver a file labeled Eli Beight. We
and replacing it with clone circuitry that told the main computer
found it, now we deliver it.”
everything was normal.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
Bud edged toward the bed and looked at the machines and
“What?”
tubes. His knee hit the side of the mattress causing him to look down
“Take the bait.”
upon the object their devotion.
“What?”
“Holy Mother of God, it’s a corpse!”
Bud snickered.
Stan had made it to the French doors that led to the balcony.
He swung around and hissed. “What the hell are you doing?”
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“Maintain,” Bud whispered back. “Just wanted a peek is all.
“Wh-what? How dare they! How dare you!” She launched out
So here lies a major player, huh? Looks like he got his butt kicked out
of her chair and was half way to the door before turning around and
of the game.”
glaring. She didn’t have to sit here and take his abuse, even if she had
“Have some respect! Leave him be and let’s get out of here.”
expected it. She had known trouble was brewing when he summoned
Stan was holding the door open.
her to his office this afternoon. Her father rarely invited her into his
“Yeah, OK, the place gives me the creeps anyway.” Bud walked
public domain, preferring to keep his wayward daughter faraway from
to the door. “You’d think a guy with his deep pockets would be able to
his professional life. This was even truer since his office was now in
afford to have the lights on and heat running, and have a few people
the West Wing.
around to tend to him.”
Odin studied the lithe form. Graceful arms crossed over a
Shutting the door firmly behind them, Stan asked, “Who are
shapely bosom. The sculpted face with creamy skin flushed pink and
you to judge?”
flaring nostrils of an aristocratic nose signaled her annoyance far more
eloquently than the rosebud mouth muttering maledictions. He could
“I am your father, that’s who. That man’s a scoundrel and you
easily be watching Gena as she had been in the bloom of youth.
aren’t to see him again, is that understood?”
Marcia Grace Karn had been an accident. After twelve years of
“Daddy, I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown woman and you can’t
marriage no one was more surprised than Odin to learn that his wife
tell me who I can and cannot date.”
was pregnant. They had tried occasionally during the early years
“Marcia, I am painfully aware that you are a woman. If even
without success. As they drifted apart and began living separate lives
one tenth of the rumors are true, half of my colleagues’ sons know you
both had felt it a blessing that there were no children to contend with.
in the biblical sense!”
They were in the process of divorcing when Marcia was conceived.
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Shortly before the split, the Karn’s had RSVPed as a couple to
first time. Finally, tentatively, he touched his finger to the tiny open
a birthday bash for Senator Tower. Rather than get into explanations,
palm. Suddenly, she squeezed a fist around his finger and cooed in
they agreed to go through with it. After years of acting the roles of
her sleep. Genuine laughter bubbled out of him. He looked over his
happy Mr. and Mrs. Karn how hard could one final performance be? It
shoulder at Gena. They shared a smile.
was an extravagant weekend affair on a yacht in the Gulf of Mexico.
“You can hold her, you know. She looks fragile, but is strong
Cool jazz, cold champagne, warm conversations, and hot romances
for her size.”
among many of the two-hundred guests proved seductive and they
“Like her mother.”
ended up making love one last time for old time’s sake.
With Gena’s help he did hold his daughter. For a time, he held
The stork arrived a week before the 1980 presidential
her every day. It soon became evident, however, that the little bundle
election. Odin was on staff for the GOP vice presidential candidate
of joy could not put mommy and daddy back together again. The
and didn’t even see his daughter until two days after the election.
Karn’s divorce was final before Marcia was crawling. Daddy missed
“I suppose you would have been on the first plane had it been
that first as well as her first step, first word, and most other
a boy.” Gena stood in the doorway of the nursery as he leaned over
milestones in his daughter’s life. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have been
the crib and first set eyes on his daughter.
around for her, with her for events big and small. He had insisted on
Odin gazed at the child for minutes, too awed to touch her.
shared custody, but never chose to take advantage of his share.
He had never seen anything so tiny, so perfect. The little pink face
Always more than generous with financial support, he rationalized
brought a feeling of warmth he could not name. Awareness sparked,
that it compensated for being stingy with his time, his presence, and
like sunlight penetrating the abyss where his heart had tumbled years
his love. Odin told himself that his ambivalence to his daughter was
ago. Life was shining upon him, sinking into every pore, and
because she was the spitting image of Gena. Yet every now and then,
boomeranging back out. He was alive, and he knew it as if for the
in the wee hours of the morning, exhausted from work, lonely and
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alone, his deepest, most honest thoughts would surface. Once he
Nodding, still grinning. “Very. You see, daddy dearest, I
stumbled upon the memory of Marcia’s birth and begrudgingly
happen to know that you think Adam Reeves is brilliant. You’ve tried
admitted to himself that he would have been in the delivery room,
to hire him twice.”
would have given his eye teeth to watch that first step, would have
“How do you know that?”
made time to know his child, had that child been made in his image.
“Pillow talk.” She giggled shamelessly.
To his chagrin, he turned pink. He walked over to the wet bar
“You are such a male chauvinist! You wouldn’t treat a son this
and put ice in two glasses. “Adam Reeves is brilliant, only a fool
way! Would be congratulating him for sowing his wild oats before
would dispute that.” He handed his daughter a glass of sparking water
getting tied down. Instead, you’ve been having me followed! God,
before returning to his chair, scotch in hand.
you’re a pompous ass!” Marcia now stood in front of his desk, looking
“The polite thing would have been to ask me what I wanted to
down at him.
drink and I would have said, I’ll have what you’re having.”
Odin didn’t deny it. “Watch you mouth, young lady! You talk
Odin grunted and took a sip, letting the smooth single malt
like a truck driver. Adam Reeves is not suitable. He’s not for you and
slide down and settle in his gut before resuming their conversation.
that’s final.”
“Reeves is a genius, from a good family, congenial, and, much to the
Delicate laughter tinkled like a wind chime on a breezy day.
dismay of fathers everywhere, a playboy.”
Marcia sat down in one of the two wingbacks in front of his desk,
“Playboy!” Tinkling laughter sounded again. “What an archaic
crossed her shapely legs, and grinned.
term! Why not swinger, sugar daddy, macho man, stud? He’s
“You find this amusing, miss?” He asked, targeting her with
gorgeous, daddy. Fine, divine, handsomea hottie! He is a sexy, sexy
twin pools of ice that had been known to fell the hardiest of
man.”
opponents.
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Odin blinked his eyes rapidly, one of the few outward signs he
“KIPP. It stands for Kinesthetic Intentional Peace Project.
ever gave of being agitated. “Yes, yes. Use whatever term you want.
What about it? He has used scientific research to prove that loving
My point is that hottie or not, no matter how brilliant, he is not the
energy is physically more powerful than hate.”
right man for you.”
“New Age mumbo jumbo!”
“Why? He’s single, comes from a good family, and adores me.
“Ancient wisdom. Now proven with modern technology.”
I know that you admire him, at least professionally.”
Odin waved his hand. “New Age nut case aside, most
“No, I do not. There was a time when I had been impressed
unforgivable was opposing the war as he did—still does.”
with his mind, his accomplishments for one of his age. No more. It’s
“A lot of people oppose the war.”
impossible to respect a man who has chosen to use his talent and
“Not our people.”
intellect for evil rather than good.”
“Yes, daddy, our people! Half of America and most of the
“What on earth are you talking about?”
world! You are so out of touch. Thousands of our people are dying,
“He is not one of us, my dear.”
being physically and mentally impaired for life. Families are being
“One of us?”
split apart. Lives are being destroyed—on all sides. And for what?”
“Yes, he has broken from his own kind. Writing and lecturing
“For what? For what! For creating a safe world, once and for
about human rights and free speech, and God knows what other
all! For putting the capable in charge and setting up a system that will
ridiculous themes. Radical, dangerous ideas every one. Promoting
ensure world order for the future.”
that godless smoke and mirror business of his. What does he call it
“Capable leaders? Who? Whose system? What kind of order
again? FLIP? SKIP?”
and for whom? What kind of future? What gives you and those you
pimp for the right to decide?”
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“Pimp for? Such words for your father! You’re proving my
Odin took a pull of scotch. Shook his head. Offered his
point! Reeves is corrupting you.”
patent iced stare.
“If anything Adam is helping me to grow. To explore ideas.”
Marcia was the only person on the planet who would dare a
Odin snorted.
stare-off. She matched his frost with blazing blue. Karn begrudgingly
“You don’t know him. You don’t even know your own
admired her verve. Yet there was never any question of the victor.
daughter. Yet you’re always quick to judge. At the risk of losing my
Unlike her father, she had the heart of a woman and wanted
head, I’ll ask his lordship again: What gives you and those like you the
desperately to understand his coldness and peel away the callus that
right to decide what is correct for every person on the planet?”
covered his heart. As always, she caved.
“We give ourselves the right, my dear. Unless someone has
“You don’t like me.”
the power to stop us…” He shrugged.
“Oh, here we go.”
“Oh, my God! Why haven’t I seen it before? Heck, what am I
“Admit it. I’ve always known it. I use to think it was me. That
saying? It’s amazing how much I have seen given the meager time
there was something wrong with me. But it’s not me. It’s…people.
you’ve spent with me.”
You don’t like real people!”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Odin shook his head in disbelief. Marcia pointed her finger at
“You know damned well! When was the last time you made
him and nodded. “Oh, yes. You and your kind, you think there are
time for me other than to reprimand me for some imagined sin I’ve
two kinds of people. Only two. Us and them. Us, of course, being a
committed or to issue an ultimatum like you’re doing today?
few select, superior entities, like you milord-“
“I don’t keep track for Pete’s sake! You know how busy I am.”
“That’s quite enough!”
“Never too busy to criticize.”
“Us and them. That’s why you and the other us’s you bond
with can do what you do. What’s death and maiming them to us? So
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what if it creates another generation of hate between them and us?
“Oh, for the love of God, now you’re being melodramatic just
Them hating us and vice versa is what it’s all about, right? Them
like—“
aren’t really people anyway, right daddy?”
“Like mom? Better to have emotions like a flooding river than
“Marcia, you have gotten completely off the subject.”
to be empty as a dried up riverbed!” Tears spilled from her eyes.
“No, actually, we are the subject. You and me, us and them.
Odin propped his elbow on the desk and leaned his forehead
How differently we view the world. How we see life. I use to feel sorry
forward. Cupped it with his palm. Closed his eyes. He heard her rise
for myself. Right up to walking into your office today, I wished—no
and walk around the desk. Felt her warmth next to him.
yearnedto be close to you, to talk of nothing and everything, like I’ve
“It’s OK.” She swallowed a sob. “It’s OK. Is just the way it is.
heard other fathers and daughters do. I wished that you would love
All I’ve ever wanted, oh so desperately wanted, was for you to love me.
me, daddy. Love me. Marcia. Pretty, plain, skinny, fat, smart, dumb—
But you don’t. You can’t.”
however you think I am, love me.
She sniffled back her tears. He sat like stone. Eyes remained
“This has nothing to do with Adam Reeves.”
closed. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I love you anyway,
“Oh, but it does. You can’t stand it that I’ve fallen in love. Or
daddy.”
that a man loves me.”
The air moved and grew cold. He opened his eyes and
“Love! What could you possibly know of love?”
watched her float away like an earthbound angel. A little voice in his
“Until Adam? Only two screwed up extremes. A mother that
head urged her to come back. She didn’t hear. The door softly clicked
smothered me with love and a father who’s so hollow inside that it’s
shut. He lifted the glass of scotch to his lips and slowly pulled it all
easier for you to pretend I don’t exist than to mourn for your own
into his mouth. Swished it around. Swallowed. Smooth burn
dead heart.“
homecoming.
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He was smoldering from the inside out. Surely it wasn’t from
the scotch. His heart was racing and he couldn’t slow it down. Why
was it so dark? Then he heard the steady electronic beep and
rhythmic suction. A sour smell filled his being. Oh, God, I’m rotting.
I’m a living corpse. Still plugged in. Isn’t this the damnedest thing!
I’m ready to go, and the machines I once preferred over humans have
turned into the enemy. Dying shouldn’t be this hard.
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He’d be exposed either way. If WOF’s eyes didn’t spot him and send a
death tracker, the sun would crisp him within minutes. Another time
he would lounge in a cave to wait out the hostile sky probes and
blazing heat until the atmoshield powered up at dusk. This time he
had no such luxury. St. John’s henchmen were in pursuit.
Another man would be losing precious water to rivulets of
Chapter Six
nervous sweat and cramping from guts twisting in knots over the
predicament. Another would also be sporting a bloodied noggin from
Hard gray eyes squinted up at a harsh gray sky. Aside from
banging it against the jagged rocks while lamenting about leaving an
the whisper of a northeast wind, all was quiet. Still, he knew they were
envirosuit behind—more to the point over the reason the precious
up there. He could feel them. Watching. Waiting. Absently chewing
garment had been abandoned. Not this man. He was so cool that it
on a cigar stub, he formulated his next move.
was a wonder he even needed a suit. He snickered at the iron-man rep
From his position, crouched behind a hedge of boulders on a
that had gripped him for thirty years. Fact was, Jax Cormante was still
shelf midway up a five-hundred-foot hill, he had a bird’s eye view of
a man and no man could venture into the hellish Outback without
desolate landscape that appeared to the untrained eye to be wasteland
encasement. He’d left the gear at St. John’s camp in favor of keeping
that stretched forever. Those, like him, who had found refuge here
his hide. Now he faced his second life or death moment in less than
knew that the stark, barren tarmac protected life below. Life he was
six hours, and all because of a woman. God! Would he ever learn?
trying to get back to without being detected. He was a good thirty
minutes from where he needed to be in order to reach the entrance to
“Jax, love, Bart won’t be back for hours,” cooed the sultry
camp. Trouble was the atmoshield would power-off in less than five
brunette as she unzipped his pants.
minutes. No time to make the entrance. No time to stay where he was.
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His hand shot out to shackle her wrist as her fingers slid
his feet to the floor, which was vibrating because St. John was banging
under the waistband of his briefs. “Don’t go getting any ideas. If he
the ceiling beneath them with his iron cane.
catches us together, he’ll try to skin me alive…and you, my beauty,
“Dee! Deedee my lovely! I know you’re up there. Get you
he’ll toss to the dingoes.”
plump little arse down here.” Bart St. John’s roaring shook the rafters.
Her lushly rouged lips formed a seductive moue. “What ideas?
“Gone for hours?” Hissed Jax, jumping into his pants.
I’m simply being a gracious hostess and have come to tuck you in.”
Wrapping a sheet about her, Deidre headed for the door. Jax reached
She leaned in and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
it a step ahead and blocked her. “What the hell do you think you’re
He grew harder. She wiggled her fingers that still grazed the
doing?”
top of his groin and gave a sly smile. “As for ideas, you know that,
“I’ve got to answer the beastly bastard or he’ll come up here,”
when it comes to you, I only have one thing on my mind.” She pressed
she whispered.
herself to him fully and kissed him with full intent. Ah, she was so
“Deidre? Are you warmin’ the sheets for me, then?” A hopeful
wickedly good at enticing the promise of everything wonderfully bad.
note dulled the edge of St. John’s voice. The bottom step of the stairs
Jax moaned and released his grip on her wrist.
creaked.
He and Deidre were indulging in a double header and bases
“Lord o’mercy! He’s coming up! We’ve got to get out of here!”
were loaded when a human foghorn blasted, followed by the slamming
She rushed to the window, opened it, and dashed back to Jax.
of the front door downstairs. Jax exploded and the room shook,
“We?”
knocking pictures on the wall askew and causing bric-a-brac on the
“Aye! He’ll kill us both, c’mon!” Deidre grabbed his hand and
dresser to clatter. It took a second for him to realize that he hadn’t
pulled him toward the walk-in closet.
experienced a literally earth-shaking orgasm. He disengaged and slid
“What the hell—“
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“Get in here! We’ll take the chute to the laundry room.” She
suit! It was draped across a chair next to the door. He started to dash
grabbed a pair of boots, snatched a dress off a hanger, and tossed
back for it just as the door crashed open. St. John’s face was crimson
them down the chute before climbing in feet first. “He’ll see the open
and fit to pop. He headed for the open window, not noticing Jax in the
window and think we escaped that way.”
darkened closest. Turning on a dime, Jax jumped out of the fry pan,
“Are you nuts? Check that! Are you insane? I can’t fit down
down the musty laundry chute, and barely a step ahead of the fire.
that-“
Deidre led him to the stables at the south end of the
“Yes! Yes, you can! I stuffed a bloke your size down it not a
encampment, explaining that Bart would head for the garage to the
month ago.
west, thinking she’d go for the cruiser or hover. They saddled up and
Jax couldn’t suppress a grin. “Why you randy wench!”
had traveled several miles through sparse brush that butted a dried up
They both jumped as St. John tried the door handle and
riverbed before the whirling sound edged toward them.
pounded on the door. “Deidre, I’ve had enough of your games, love.
“Off the horses! Now!” Jax leapt off and scanned the terrain
Open the bloody door!”
for boulders.
C’mon!” She disappeared.
“Are you out of your mind?” Deidre reigned in her mount.
Jax stuck half his upper torso down into the square, dark hole.
“We can’t out run them on foot!”
It seemed just wide enough. He heard a thump and a groan echo up
“Do you want to be sitting on that horse when they blast it?”
from below.
His question was drowned out by the hydrohover above, barely visible
Deidre’s voice called up to him. “For the love of God, Jax,
against the night sky. The pilot, however, had night-vision sights and
hurry!”
heat sensors, and had likely already honed in on the horses.
He glanced down and patted himself, inventorying his
“Jump! Slap his ass! Then freeze!” He yelled.
possessions: shirt, jacket, slacks, boots, hat, envirobag—damn! The
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Too late. A single image was imprinted upon Jax’s mind
protect his country. He kissed them goodbye and led a brigade into
forever: Deidre’s sultry eyes reflecting starlight and terror just before
Afghanistan. Jax worshipped his father and literally counted the days
she and her mount and Jax’s mount burst into a million brilliant
until he could enlist. It would be years before he would come to
pieces.
question what love of God, country, and your mother had to do with
Jax’s survival instinct overrode his horror. He ran to the dried
killing to protect and expand corporate interests and the fortunes of
up riverbed and wedged himself under and around a large boulder. It
the world’s elite.
was a long shot, but his only hope of avoiding the heat sensors. The
Private Jax Cormante and his regiment arrived in Fallujah the
hover whirled above for perhaps a minute. Apparently satisfied that
summer of 2004. Accelerated boot camp and instruction in modern
the mission was completed, the pilot headed for home. It was only
weaponry had trained his body and mind for endurance and carrying
hours later that he heard the whirling noise again. This time he
out commands. Some of the sites and sounds of the theater were
escaped into a cave moments before a laser with his name on it
expected, having seen images of the ground war via TV and military
blasted a six-foot hole where he had been standing. St. John hadn’t
training videos. Yet nothing could have prepped him for the visceral
been easily fooled. Jax wasn’t surprised.
experience, especially the smell of war. A ghastly amalgamation
Cormante and St. John went back thirty years to the Iraqi
assaulted his nostrils and invaded his being: acidic aroma of burning
Occupation. Jax like so many youth of his generation had been easily
rubber and gasoline from torched cars; sulfur from countless rounds
indoctrinated into the jingoist fever that had swept America after the
of fired ammunition; charred buildings; sour garbage rotting in the
country had been attacked on September 11, 2001. At fifteen, it had
street; fetid stench of human and animal waste; and a sickly-sweet
been the most profound event of his life. His father, Andrew
putrid stink he couldn’t name. He discovered its name soon enough
Cormante, who had been ready to retire from a thirty-year army career,
when he came upon what appeared to be a clubbed foot peeping out
explained to his wife and four kids that it was his duty to serve and
from under a wheel-less, dust-encrusted car. His instinct was to grab
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the appendage and pull what he assumed was a body out from under
“We served together in Nam. Fine man. Got a hell of a mess
the rubble, but his training kicked in. Could be rigged. Cautiously, he
in Afghanistan though. But then don’t we all.” He gave a hollow laugh
poked the foot with his rifle. No response. He knelt down and the
before shouting without taking his eyes from Jax. “Major St. John!”
face of Hades flashed before him. It was the body of a child, who
A tank of a man who had been talking with two other soldiers
looked to be about ten years old. His skin was gray and waxy, melting
across the street proved to be surprising light on his feet as he
in the heat and hosting horseflies. No, there had been no training for
sprinted over. “Yes, sir, Colonel Peterson, sir.”
this. Jax shuffled to the curb’s edge a few yards away from the corpse
“See that Private Cormante has directions to my home, he’ll be
and heaved his lunch. In the midst of recovering from the first
joining us for dinner at seven o’clock sharp.”
intestinal jolt, he nearly crapped his fatigues when a hand firmly
“Right away sir.”
cupped his shoulder.
The colonel walked away. When he was out of earshot, St.
“It’s hard to stomach at first son.”
John gave a low whistle.
Jax found himself facing a colonel and saluted. “Yes, sir. Sorry
“Well, aren’t you mister fine and dandy! The old windbag
sir.”
doesn't share his rations with just any GI Joe. I’m going to make a
“No apology necessary. No one should apologize for being
point of staying close to you, son. You’ve got the mojo.” He chuckled
sent to hell.”
and rubbed Jax’s helmet. Jax jerked his head back. "Hey, easy now!
“Yes, sir.”
Don’t you know a compliment when you hear one?”
“What’s your name, son.”
Jax eyed him warily.
“Cormante, sir. Private Jax Cormante, sir.”
St. John snorted. “Loosen up, son. There’s plenty enough to
“Cormante? Any relation to Lt. General Andy Cormante?”
wind you up tighter than a tourniquet. Got to learn to hang loose
“Yes, sir. His son, sir.”
when the camel jockeys are regrouping. You stick with me and-“
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Movement caught Cormante’s eye. A man, masked by the
Ash gray eyes popped open. “Direct order or not, think I’ll
drape of his black and white guhtra and sporting a rocket launcher on
pass on hanging loose, sir.”
his shoulder, rounded the corner of a building across the street and
St. John rolled his head back and yowled with delight before
aimed. Jax propelled his body into St. John’s and sent them both
jerking him up by his shirtfront. “C’mon Mojo. Your work is done for
crashing to the pavement, behind a Hum-V parked on the street. In
the day. Let’s get you spit polished. It’s time to party!”
the next instance, the sidewalk where they had been standing
exploded into a stinging cloud of stones and dust.
Colonel Peterson’s digs were suave for a war zone. He and his
The Iraqi was quickly gunned down, but the incident was far
officers resided in a granite palace on the southern outskirts of
from over. The insanity that constantly simmered bubbled up and
Fallujah. The estate had belonged to a cousin of deposed despot
burst. A gang of American soldiers went on a ten-minute tangent,
Saddam Hussein and had miraculously survived months of rockets red
spraying the air with sulfur and shrapnel, firing into windows,
glare, sniper fire, and car bombs. The sinking sun cast golden light
doorways, alleyways, abandoned cars, up and down the vacant
upon the pale limestone building, adding to its serene illusion. A
streets, up to the sky, into emptiness.
Hummer, properly christened in sand and sulfur, rumbled past the
The two men who had escaped the rocket blast didn’t notice.
wrought iron gates with Major St. John behind the wheel and Private
Upon impact, St. John had rolled over Jax like a tank over a sapling.
Mojo in tow. The sniper incident earlier in the day had cemented the
Coughing violently, the major rose to his knees and swiped the air
gruff major’s belief that the fledgling was his own life-size good luck
with his arms to disperse the cloud of dust that enveloped them. The
charm and he wasn’t about to let him stray.
private was pasted to the street, flat on his back, eyes closed.
Stomping sand from their boots, the two men made their way
“Hey, little Mojo, you still with me?” St. John gripped his
up marble steps, each bordered with pedestals overflowing with
shoulders and gave a shake.
jasmine, gardenia, and fern. Bart needn’t have bothered reaching for
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the doorbell, as the double doors collapsed and a princely looking
The two men were ushered to the left, through fifteen-foot-
Iraqi wearing traditional robe and headdress bowed and bid the men
high, pearl-white, gilt-trimmed double doors, and into a cavernous
to enter.
living room decorated in golden shades of cream, yellow, and green,
If the exterior had awed Jax, the interior stunned. The foyer
with teak tables and plush furniture upholstered in silk and leather. It
was half the size of his parents’ home. The only reference he had for
was an intimate gathering of a dozen or so officers, scattered in small
comparison was a memory of the foyer inside the governor’s mansion
groups about the room. Colonel Peterson rose from one of the many
in Springfield that he had shuffled through during a seventh grade
large divans to greet the new arrivals.
field trip, with little appreciation. Such was not the case now as he
“Ah, Cormante, St. John. Welcome. Ahmed, drinks for our
took time to breathe in the aesthetics. Beige marble floor pulsing with
guests.” He made quick introductions by rattling off the rank and
light gray veins and dark gray arteries. Massive fountain of pink
names of his men, who offered a nod or smile before returning to their
marble rising up from the center of the room like a volcano, spewing
conversations.
mist twenty feet into the air and not even grazing the domed skylight.
Dinner was served upon a thirty-foot-long mahogany table in a
Exotic plants he could not name merging with the water and stone to
decidedly British-style dining room. The food was unusual and
create a sensually serene ambiance. Double-wide staircase set in the
unknown to Jax’s palate. Pungent lamb, spicy hen, tangy yogurt, and
middle of the back wall and caressed by an intricately patterned
sweet chutney were a far cry from the fried pork chops, baked chicken,
Persian rug beckoned Jax to consider what was beyond. His eyes
buttermilk dressing, and corn relish his mom had served back in
followed the stairs, which split to the left and right up to the open
Pittsfield, Illinois. The tastes grew on him though. A different wine
hallways that ran along either side and eventually disappeared from
served with each course likely helped. Not much of a drinker, he
view.
thought to pace himself after the fish course, but the ever-watchful St.
John would have none of it. By the time the group headed for the
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Romper Room, as the colonel referred to it, Jax was beyond wondering
left hook that sent him flying onto Sergeant Gates and the hostess on
why several of the men ceased complaining about being too stuffed to
his lap.
move and shuffled eagerly down the hallway and through double
The woman shrieked.
doors toward the back of the first floor.
“What the hell?” yelled Gates, rolling the heavy man off him.
Jax soon discovered that the Romper Room was the in-house
Bart didn’t answer. He was out cold.
bordello, the invaders’ harem; with spacious sectionals, perfect for
St. John and Cormante, it seemed, had the same taste in
getting comfortable with several hostesses as the lovely women were
women. This was the first of many times they would spar over a
called. There was a stage along one wall, where limber dancers moved
woman. Yet it wouldn’t be a female that would come between them.
to seductive music, tempting the red-blooded GI’s with their eyes and
In many ways, they were closer than blood brothers. One of
undulations. One dancer, in a turquoise and gold outfit, caught Jax’s
the many ironies of war was that it bound people together while
eye. Noting his interest, she began to sway toward him. She was about
blowing them apart.
five feet away when Bart tossed the woman he had been fondling from
Each man played off the other’s strengths and weaknesses.
his lap onto Jax’s lap and launched for the mysterious beauty.
Jax was a strategist. Bart was a hunter with peerless tracking instinct.
Cormante pushed away the woman Bart had thrust upon him and
Jax had lost count of the times St. John had either led a team to
struggled to his feet. The room was spinning, but he managed to give
rescue a colleague thought lost in enemy territory or to ferret out an
St. John a shove.
elusive terrorist cell. Jax was always right beside him, devising the
“Hey, little Mojo! What the hell?” St. John chuckled.
best way to successfully complete the mission. Together, they had
“She’s mine!”
been a formidable team. Both had healthy egos, but were different
“There’s plenty to go around, little buddy. And we can share,
enough in talent and temperament that they complemented rather
now can’t we?” He reached to ruffle Cormante’s hair and received a
than competed with each other. Ironically, it wasn’t war, but the
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quest for peace that had ignited a bloodless battle between the two
problem. The Arians had an extensive arsenal. A fleet of aircraft
comrades. A fight neither wanted. Still, fighters they were, so neither
strategically split and housed in the Americas, the Middle East, and
would back down.
Australia and a fleet of vessels disguised as merchant marine in ports
The unraveling of their friendship began in 2013, when Bart
of South America, Asia, and North Africa. Arian warriors lived in
St. John introduced Jax Cormante to Adam Reeves. Circumstances
every major city in the world, with guerrilla and underground
were such that the Arians, led by St. John, were willing to merge
battalions in mountains, deserts, and remote areas of the globe.
forces with Reeve’s Aquarians against WOF. Both leaders brought
M-Plex had done a good job of suppressing open protests and
impressive strengths to the table.
uprisings, but hadn’t paid enough attention to the extensive guerrilla
The Arians had hundreds of thousands of combat-ready men
Arian network that covered the globe. Its military might was a dual-
and women with amassed weaponry in key locations around the
edged greatest strength/greatest weakness that couldn’t be prevented
globe. Many even held positions within the establishment. The
from cutting both ways. Thanks to neoconservative militarism and
Aquarians had tens of thousands of men and women, mostly outside
neoliberal free trade, there was no shortage of weaponry or weapons
the establishment, with technical skills and equipment in key
dealers. The world had a stockpile of bombs and bullets and the
locations around the globe. The rub was that the leaders of the
machinery used to launch them. Obtaining weaponry was as easy as
groups held very different ideas of how to use the strengths.
riding a wave off Maui; if one had the time, connections, skill, desire,
Bart envisioned using Aquarian technology to scramble WOF’s
and, most importantly, gold metal currency. The Arians did.
brains so his Arians could maim, even kill, its body in order to subdue
The Arians greatest obstacle was M-Plex’s technology that was
the beast. The Arians thus far had only been mildly successful in
able to gather data, track targets, issue alerts, and share information
skirmishes against WOF’s M-Plex Security Forces. While it was true
instantaneously with its Security Forces worldwide. Had the Arians’
that SF had more troops and weapons, this was hardly the main
goal been to launch a direct, full-scale attack, it would have been
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suicidal against this type of constant, consistent monitoring. The
St. John and Reeves soon realized that, though they had a
revolutionaries had no such plans. They intended to conduct guerilla
common enemy, their view of the world and of human nature itself,
insurgency to oppose oppressive rule as other small bands had done
were as different as night and day. St. John thought that bringing Jax
like the American colonists against the British, Vietnamese against
on board would help him in his cause. Mojo, after all, had turned to
the French and then against the Americans, and Afghani rebels
the peace thing, as Bart called it, evolving into a world-class diplomat
against the Soviets.
after his stint for Uncle Sam. Yet Jax had been a soldier, and Bart
Reeves plans were at the opposite end of the spectrum. He
believed, once a soldier, always a soldier. In Bart’s mind, Jax would be
and his Aquarians would use force to assist power. It was an age-old
able to convince Reeves that peaceful power would come, but not
ploy. By showing WOF that he had a formidable army behind him, he
until the SOB’s that controlled WOF were laid to waste.
thought to strong-arm them into negotiating a détente. He was sure
In the end, the Arian Aquarian marriage was a disaster, all the
humans were still capable of creating a more just and peaceful future,
worse because of the millions who were depending upon it. Reeves
if he could get people who operated on benevolent power in
and St. John were like royals of two enemy nations who had married
leadership roles. He believed that, if put into positions of influence,
to forge powerful interests. The distrust and jockeying for lead
leaders who understood the power versus force dynamic would be
position guaranteed disaster. When WOF’s bombs started dropping,
able to implement cooperation and mutual self-interest. They would
the Arians were forced to lash out blindly because the undisciplined
project the power that would uplift the masses thereby causing a
Aquarians panicked, many abandoning the communication stations
cosmic shift in human consciousness, thereby causing a cosmic shift
the Arians had been relying upon. Worse, Reeves had never had any
in human evolution. Humans would finally rise above the critical
intention of launching an attack, naively believing that his MAD
mass of fear, anger, jealousy, envy, lust, and shame that had been
strategy would be enough to force negotiation. Key Aquarian and
keeping the species in self-imposed chains since the beginning.
Arian camps were wiped out before Reeves stepped aside and
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Cormante took over. Under Cormante’s leadership, the Aquarians
eyes and knew he’d been caught. The startling blue eyes were alert
were able to put WOF on the defensive long enough for a handful of
and probing as ever.
surviving Arians and Aquarians in Southeast Asia and western South
“Not a pretty sight, huh, Mojo?”
American to retreat to the home base in Australia.
“Bart you never were.”
That drew a genuine chuckle, eased the tension.
Withered was the word that came to mind. It had been a
Bart slapped his crippled leg. “Compliments of Uncle Sam and
shock to see Bart for the first time since the Resurgent Session two
the big, bad WOF.”
years ago. Upon Adam Reeves’ urging, Jax had ventured to St. John’s
“They’re doing a lot with tissue and nerve regeneration these
compound outside Brisbane in the hopes of mending a few fences as
days.”
well as securing weapons and transportation for the pending battle.
“Yep. Besides the fact that I ain’t a zillionaire, I’ve been
Gone was the robust, barrel-chested figure with tree-trunk legs,
rejected as a suitable candidate. Seems the paralysis has been
grizzly bear arms, and ham hocks hands with Bratwurst fingers.
brought on by the countless mega tons of depleted uranium I helped
Gone, too, was the thick, wild shock of auburn hair. Had Cormante
drop and then inhaled. The good news is it ain’t hurt my brain too
passed him on the street, he would have had to look long and hard to
much—yet.”
recognize the man that had saved his life a time or two. Withered
St. John’s words echoed in Cormante’s head as he swiped his
and bowed, an old man hobbled toward him. Years of practice
hand across his sweaty brow, returning to his present predicament.
enabled Jax to keep his face as impassive as stone as he watched St.
Neither DU nor a lifetime of bombarding his body and mind with
John lean upon a cane to support his left side and the atrophied limb
whiskey, tobacco and marijuana cigarettes, heavy metal music, and
that scraped along, stirring up clouds of dusty earth. Jax met Bart’s
shrapnel had damaged St. John’s well-honed hunter’s instinct. The
hound must have whiffed Jax’s scent. What other explanation could
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there be for the hover in pursuit after blowing Deidre into
their M-Plex contact. Jax would have Daj smooth things over when he
smithereens? Why was he surprised? The pendulum hadn’t swung
got back to DA. For the moment, then, getting back to DA was his only
his way since well before the last blue moon.
concern.
The reason for Cormante’s abbreviated stay at St. John’s had
Having been forced to head out sixteen hours earlier than he
wiped away the trust he had regained with the man he thought of as
had planned meant that he had less than four hours of atmoshield
his big brother. If Jax ever took a moment to reflect he might wonder
cover when he needed four and half. His tall, lithe form had given it a
whether his compulsion to bed any woman Bart claimed was a genetic
go, running like an Apollonian prodigy through the brush, away from
flaw or plain stupidity. It certainly wasn’t to please his palette, which
his mortal enemy and into the womb of purgatory.
never hankered for the gauche Nancy’s Bart corralledunless she was
An entry point to the Universalists’ camp lay five miles south
indeed Bart’s gauche Nancy. Friendship in the toilet aside, there were
across open sands, appearing to both naked human and satellite eye as
two more pressing items to consider.
just one of hundreds of rock formations scattered along the base of
If Bart was incensed enough to kill Deidre and attempt to kill
the foothills of the Blue Mountain range. Once green and temperate,
him twice, was he also capable of sabotaging the deal between the
the Blue Mountains had been named thus for the ever-present haze
Universalists, M-Plex, and his Renegade Arians? Bart St. John pre-Fini
that caressed them. Years of global warming and WOF attacks had
would never let emotions get in the way of obtaining power. St. John
made the haze along with most plant and animal life a distant memory
had spent the last three years developing and cementing a deal with M-
to old-timers and a myth to most. Once vivid terrain had paled to
Plex that was key Lucid’s success. Surely, Bart would cool down and
beige. Once lush mountains now served as stark dividers between
realize that Jax would have never found himself alone with Deidre,
habitable land to the east and Devil’s Land to the west. Old-timers
thus tempted, had Bart not been summoned to Brisbane to personally
remembered the region as the semi-arid brush of the Outback. Now it
handle a shipment of highly sensitive weaponry that had arrived from
was nothing more than a vast sandbox stretching six-hundred-square
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miles to the west and south. Appropriately called Hell’s Gate, the
Squinting up to the sky, he took in the last daylight he would
mountain pass where Jax was positioned overlooked a landscape that
see for weeks, if not months. Golden brown haze was fast expanding.
rivaled Hell itself with temperatures that rose to one-hundred-thirty
The shield had been deactivated. Turning, he looked down into the
degrees Fahrenheit on a cool day. The inhospitable region was the
black opening. For the second time in less than six hours, he had no
perfect swathe for an insurgent base. Jax had no desire to dip a single
choice. Out of the frying pan, into the chute, and just ahead of the
toe into Devil’s Land, but he needed passage to the rocks that skirted
fire.
it to get to his camp that lay beneath. It wasn’t cowardice that kept
him from plunging into perdition. It was time. It had run out. The
only choice now was plan B.
He spit out the cigar stub, bit off a ripe curse, and hoisted
himself up to the ledge with aboriginal symbols engraved upon its
outer edge. Flames, a serpent, and a figure eight didn’t offer a warm
welcome. At least he hoped that it didn’t. He glanced back one last
time to check for his pursuer. Then he peered down into the dark
hole, which the uninitiated would have to hazard a guess as to whether
it led to a safe passageway or dropped straight to the center of the
earth. A hairy, fist-size tarantula plopped from the ledge above and
landed a few feet from Jax before shuffling into a crevice.
“Lovely,” he commented with a grimace.
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“Yes, sir. Damned proud to do so. The Confederacy was
ahead of its time. That’s why it had to slumber through carpetbaggers
and elitist bigots before its resurgence in the latter part of the
twentieth century.”
LeBonn raised a brow.
Chapter Seven
“The New South, son! Where you been? White males took
back their power through the Republican Party. Not the party of
“Before you skiddattle, I want to give you something.”
Lincoln, mind you.” He shuddered. “The party of Reagan!”
Mike LeBonn’s hand twitched, hovering above the doorknob.
“Reagan wasn’t a southerner.”
A twist and a yank and he would have escaped the viper’s pit for
Fowler chuckled. “No, sure wasn’t. Patriot cousin of the
another day. Squeezing his hand into a fist, he turned around as Mitch
Confederacy though. With the help of Texans like Baker and Bush, set
Fowler was reaching into his desk drawer. He pulled out a coin and
things back to the natural order. God, those were hellacious times!
thumb-flicked it to LeBonn, who palmed it with ease.
People were proud of their heritage. Not only remembered it, lived it!
“My great-grandpappy gave it do me when I six, just before he
God, country, and expanding power and wealth for the glory of both.
died,” Fowler explained as Mike examined the silver coin. “A 1925 U.S.
Yes, sir, I sure miss those days. Miss the living history. Use to be a lot
Stone Mountain Memorial silver half dollar.”
of history to see near the old homestead.”
“Wow,” said Mike neutrally, not knowing anything about coins.
“The Battle of Franklin, I remember you telling me.”
“Wow! Is right. Minted to commemorate the War Between the
Fowler gazed beyond LeBonn’s shoulder. Seeing his ancestral
States.”
home or an ancestor perhaps. He’s eyes went glassy for several
“As I recall, your family wore gray during the Civil War.”
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seconds then snapped back to obsidian disks. He shrugged. “Dust
Southern Baptist Church since birth, Mitch Fowler never turned the
and bones, really.”
other cheek.
Not really, thought Mike LeBonn. Bodies and minds unwilling
“Yes, sir, dust and bones. Regardless, that coin has been a
or unable to be agreeable consumer workers or vendors were more like
lucky charm. I want you to have it.”
it. Every quadrant around the globe had dedicated regions for
“Oh, sir! No, really, I couldn’t-“
Archaics, as they were known. The fifteen to twenty percent of the
“Can and will, Michael. I want to show my appreciation to you.
population that, for a variety of reasons, wouldn’t or couldn’t cut it in
You’re bright. And loyal. That’s something money can’t buy. Can’t
the mainstream were forcibly placed apart from the rest of society, not
buy courage either. What you’re about to do takes guts. It’s not easy
unlike Native Americans had been in the nineteenth century.
to undermine your president, even if it’s for the good of the nation
Locations were chosen based on quality-of-life measurements, with the
and the world.”
worst ranked places first choice. In North America Anglo, Canadian
Mike felt like a rubber band stretched taunt. Breathing deeply
Provinces ranked too high so only U.S. states were considered. States
and exhaling slowly, he willed himself to relax. No easy task when
that scored high on such indicators as air and water pollution, cancer
stench of bovine excrement oozed from the pores of the man behind
and heart disease rates, violence, and uneducated workforce; and
the desk.
scored low on investment in environmental protections, health care,
Fowler was a nostalgic narcissist. Mutated memories of two
public education, and technology were obvious choices. Fowler’s home
dead centuries clung like sludge to his mind. The strict new-world-
state of Tennessee had been one of the first state’s designated Archaic
order diet that he had stuffed himself with since becoming a Reagan
by President Hale. It had, of course, been a slap in the Vice President’s
devotee in 1981, his freshmen year at the University of Tennessee,
face. The sting had never gone away. Despite being a member of the
had narrowed his vision and weakened his ability to feel anything but
contempt for anyone or anything that wasn’t useful for material gain.
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In short, the neoconservative cuisine, which evolved into fascist
checks and balances and Constitutional protections that had made
fodder, had appealed to his palate early on and helped grow him into
America the beacon for democratic ideals. You growled dark warnings
a rarified selfish son of a bitch.
at any who dared oppose his anti-democratic policies. Weren’t afraid
“This isn’t easy. Certainly not for me. Greg Hale is a friend.
to bite to maim or kill, either.
That’s why I have to do this, you see. I’d be less than a friend if I
“Greg’s no longer himself. Bad power trip, you know? All that
didn’t intervene, now wouldn’t I? Still, it’s damned difficult, you
power has made him lose his head. I’m not just talking ego. If you
understand.”
get my drift.” Fowler twirled his index finger in the air next to his ear
Mike nodded. Perfectly. Hale shuns you like the plague. Yet
and tweeted like a bird.
uses your disease whenever it suits his purpose.
LeBonn stifled a snarl as he wished for a mirror to hold up in
“Hale and I go back nearly fifty years.”
front of the Vice President’s face.
And you’ve never quite gotten over him using your “A true
Fowler smacked his hand on the desk. “OK. So we’re clear on
American for a new American century,” theme to cream you in the
Teng? All the ducks are in a row for the meeting.”
2012 primaries. Then he revamped the theme, “An American for a
“Yes. The groundwork we’ve laid, while tedious, will serve us
New World Order,” to lock up the WOF chairmanship when the board
well. We’ve achieved a level of trust with Teng that-”
emerged a year later.
“Jack Daniels!”
“Few people realize that our roles could have been easily
“Pardon me?”
reversed.”
Fowler pressed a button on his desk’s keypad then shot out of
Hale only put you on the ticket to pay for services rendered.
his chair, amazingly spry for a man entering his ninth decade, moving
Like a well-trained pit bull, you stood mean and proud with the Stars
to the wall panel to his right that was opening to reveal a fully
and Stripes as a backdrop as you helped Greg Hale dismantle the
stocked wet bar. He grabbed a rectangular bottle with a familiar
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black and white label partially masking the deep amber liquid inside
“Damn it, Grant, that’s nothing knew. That’s the name of the
and tossed it to Mike, who juggled the slippery container to keep it
game.”
from hitting the carpet.
“Yes. But the signs point strongly to a successful coup.”
“To hell with Saki! Nothing but Tennessee’s finest for our
“Not possible. I have the WOF Chairmanship for life. The U.S.
Chinese Prime Minister.”
has it for life. It’s in the charter for chrissake.”
Mike refrained from trying to educate the buffoon about the
“A mere formality, which can be amended.”
origins of rice wine.
“What are you saying? That we don’t have the votes to block a
“Couple of good shots of whiskey and the coin, and a golden
hostile takeover?”
fortune cookie Teng can’t resist, and it’ll be hail to a new chief!”
Grant Medley gave an inward sigh. Hale was a mess. Of
course they didn’t have the votes. Of the twenty-three voting
members on WOF’s board, only four were American: Nealy of Aqua
“Mr. President, I urge you to seriously consider this memo,”
d’Or, Sinclair of A-Z Pharmaceutical, Vice President Fowler, and
said his Chief of Staff.
President Hale. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”
Gregory Hale ran his hands through his thinning hair. “Don’t
“Pah!” He waved his hand. “Impossible. Give me a rundown.”
take that tone with me, Grant. I take every Level Five report
“Nigel Grey, Brit living in Rome, heads GIN. It’s an open secret
seriously!”
that he covets the chairmanship. Commandant Ludwig Piedmont,
“Yes, sir. Of course you do. What I mean to say is that we
German in charge of M-Plex, a holdover from the mostly forgotten
must consider it now. Our agents in Beijing and Rome are reporting
Teutonic diehards.”
signs that the Chinese, Eurokraines, and Euromeds are working on a
power play.”
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“Not necessarily a bad thing. He could be reminded of how we
“Abscess?”
sheltered the Nazi’s after the war. Hell, we had two presidents whose
“Aber-BP-Chev-EM-Saud.”
family was held in Hitler’s bosom for chrissake!”
“Appropriate acronym. So why do you think she’d be an
“Point taken. Wren Tataki heads Global Financial and his
abscess on my ass?” He chuckled at his bad joke. “Don’t tell me, I
relatives oversee the World Bank and IMF. He’s made it clear he wants
made a pass at her at a State dinner.”
to see an Asian at WOF’s helm.”
“Worse. You ordered the assassination of her brother-in-law
Hale nodded, shrugged.
in Checheneia—“
“Agriculture interests represented by Raul Rubio.”
“How did that leak out?”
“Why would Ruby vote against me?”
“A lot things leaked out when Karn retired and Beight
“Because he knows you tried to oust him from ADM-
disappeared.”
Monsanto.”
“Oh, yes, Karn. That wily SOB was suppose to get Beight’s file
“In support of my nephew! Surely he understands family
to me. Damned rude of him to put a foot a grave before delivering
loyalty. And what about Sahid bin Laudin? Surely we can count on
it!”
his support.”
“So it’s true? Beight was really that important?”
Medley’s gut clenched. Who in God’s name would support this
“Hell, I don’t know! Never met the man! But the possibility
senile bastard? What decade was he living in? “Mr. President, with all
that records vital to national and international security are floating
due respect, our friends in the fossil fuel industry have little influence
about spells trouble.” Hale rubbed his eyes. His true concern played
now. It’s the giants of renewables—biodeisel, hydrogen, solar, and
in his head: If those records get in the wrong hands it could split WOF
wind—that we need to court. Unfortunately, Angelique Poppov runs
apart. The shenanigans and dirty tricks we did to political opponents
ABCES.”
within the country don’t matter now. Even news of the rigging of
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voting machines in 2012 to make sure voters passed the XXVIII
amendment that repealed the XXII thus removing terms limits for the
presidency wouldn’t have much fall-out with mellowed masses now.
But the crap we pulled on China, India, hell, even Great Britain might
create bad blood within WOF’s board. We’ve got to get that file!
“Grant, isn’t someone within the White House already looking
for the file?”
“Vice President Fowler.”
“Right. I need to talk to him, get him on the line after we’re
through here.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”
“I wonder if Beight is dead? Or if he’ll surface once Karn’s
number’s up?”
The aid shrugged.
Hales smacked his palm on the desk. “Screw the Chinese and
everyone else! Once we destroy the Beight file all doors to the past are
closed.”
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feathers. Worse, that anyone or thing could breach his sanguine shell.
The elevator door opened.
“Olympus,” he commanded. In seconds, he was jettisoned to
the one hundred sixtieth floor, top floor of Global Information
Network’s headquarters. GIN was literally the brain of the planet,
supplying news and information to every citizen via Global News
Chapter Eight
Network and Global Net Online as well as serving as the internal
information service for the World Order Federation.
Nigel Grey emerged from the tunnel with cold sweat on his
As he stepped out of the elevator, his mood turned darker.
brow and cold rage in his eyes. Dark, enclosed spaces chilled him to
Nisha, his assistant, was not waiting to greet him with morning coffee
the point of making his ballocks feel like frostbit plums. Shuddering
and the day’s tentative schedule. The world’s regent of
at the thought, he dabbed his brow with a blue silk handkerchief as he
communications mentally swatted away the annoying buzzing,
passed the security desk.
ignoring the obligatory “good morning, Mr. Grey” from his dedicated
“Good, morning, Mr. Grey.”
resources. As his thumb touched the keyless entry pad to his office
“And why is that?” Snapped the smartly dressed executive,
door, his ears perked up.
pursing his lips to keep from shouting: No, it is not a good morning
“Mr. Grey!” Nisha rushed toward him. “Are you alright? I was
you miserable dinky cog in my brilliant machine!
growing concerned.”
Nigel brushed past the employee, sparing the man from having to
“Taken to jogging the corridors in the morning, have we?” He
attempt a response. His ire was all the more untenable because it was
raised a brow and proceeded to his desk, noting she had it arranged to
directed at himself. Nigel Grey would sooner have his wisdom teeth
his liking: the day’s agenda on his viewer, with the agenda for his first
pulled without anesthesia than admit anything ruffled his pristine
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teleconference peaking behind it; a large cup of steaming black coffee
His assistant smiled serenely and slipped the gizmo into her
and two cranberry scones. He sat and took a deep sip of the brew. His
pocket. When Nigel said no more, she gently grasped her round
irritation subsided.
eyeglass frames with thumb and middle finger and settled them back
“Hovers were grounded this morning. Some rot about smog
upon the bridge of her puggish nose. Nigel couldn’t suppress a grin at
conditions. Had to take the train. Bloody inconvenient.”
the thought that she resembled an owl with her round golden eyes
“Oh, how dreadful.”
magnified by the spectacles. She blinked in response to his smirk and
“Insufferable is the word.”
he had to wipe his hand over his mouth to suppress a chuckle. She
“No wonder you were detained. I couldn’t reach you on your
waited without comment for him to sober, causing him to wonder, as
digi.”
he had many times since he had hired the young fledging nearly a year
“What? Why? I wasn’t in the blasted Sumer tunnel in the
ago, as to who was in charge.
bowels of the planet for Blair’s sake! Perish the thought that the world
“Now, as far as my taking up jogging, the reason I came
implodes and I fall to that level.”
trotting up to you is that I wanted to give a head’s up before your first
“Hmh? I’ll have IT check your digicom just to be sure.” She
telecon, which begins in two minutes.” She touched the keypad on the
held out her hand.
remote she carried with her at all times and turned on one of five large
“I was in the “A” tunnel, the Queen Mary of sonic trans. You
screens that paneled the twenty-five foot wall to the right of his desk.
should have been able to reach meoh, blast, never mind!” He
“Your first meeting is with the regional VP’s of
slapped his digital communicator into her palm. “Do it pronto then.
Communication for Global News Network and Global Net.” She clicked
Tell those geek gods no experimentation. Fix it and give it back.
on the remote and their faces, names, and biostats popped up as she
You’ve literally got my entire life in the palm of your hand. Handle
spoke. “You’ve met all of them at one time or another, but here are
with TLC, Nisha.”
their faces and sketches just to refresh.”
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On the screen were sixteen people who controlled information
into the field and activate the vice presidents’ hologes around the
flow for the key global regions of AfriEast, AsiaEast, AsiaWest,
conference table.
Eurokraine, Euromed, North America Anglo (A), North America Latin
Nigel said, “Welcome everyone. Thanks for your prompt
(L), and South America. It was their job to ensure seamless delivery of
arrival. Let’s begin with a sixty-second update from each region on the
propaganda that resonated with the cultural preferences of each
status of the pending upload. We’ll start with Ms. Andropolous.”
region.
“Thank you, Mr. Grey and good morning colleagues. GNN
“A motley crew to be sure. What’s the booty we’re after in this
EuroMed is happy to repo-“
meeting?”
“Excuse me, Marilee,” interrupted Jen Ji Le of GNN AsiaEast.
“GNET is due for their annual upload on November seventh.”
“Nigel, I apologize for the interruption, but I must ask that we forego
“That’s less than two weeks.”
the current agenda and discuss the oddities that are happening with
“Correct. Nine days to be exact. There is concern that the new
increasing frequency.”
universal system will make information harder to manage regionally.”
“Oddities?” asked Paula McCort GNET North America A.
“Old news. We considered all that when we upgraded the
Louis Aljandre of GNET South America piped in. ”Yes, what is
system last year.”
she talking about?”
“Yes, but WOF remains concerned and wants assurance—“
“Please, if I may have one moment of your time to explain.”
A chime sounded and the vice presidents’ images materialized
Nigel’s face remained impassive. “Jen Ji, this is highly unusual,
in seats around the conference table. Nisha and Nigel rose and took
and not expected from you. Why didn’t you contact Ms. Alexander if
their places at either end of the long table without further comment.
you had additions to the agenda?”
Nigel nodded and Nisha pressed the codes to transmit their hologes
“I did, sir.”
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Nigel raised a questioning brow to Nisha. She shrugged,
“Not this!” declared McCourt. “Not anymore.”
owlish eyes unblinking. Nigel pursued his lips. Both Jen Ji and Nisha
“Right, not anymore,” chimed Aljandre. “It was such
were competent to a fault. The wires must have gotten crossed, but
expectations that led to reforms that now keep them subdued. This is
now was not the time to investigate.
startling information. If true, something has gone terribly wrong!”
“Very, well, Jen Ji. You’ve sixty seconds to explain.”
Jen Ji said, “Let me be clear. There are reports of violence, but
“Thank you, Nigel. Colleagues, stations throughout the region
not all offenses are violent. Increasingly, Sumers are ignoring curfew
are noticing increased reports by Security Forces of civil unrest from
and public assembly laws as well. In moderate to large cities, people
Beijing to Singapore. SF has been down playing them, but they seem to
are gathering for poetry readings, pinochle, hoops-“
be increasing. Also, viewers are turning off GNN.”
“As in card games and basketball?” asked Reynolds.
Her disclosure was met with wide eyes and gasps.
“Yes, and other such activities not sponsored or approved by
“We’ve had similar reports from Lima, La Paz, and Buenos
the State.”
Aires,” admitted Tria Gonzales, GNN South America. “We have just
“And Sumers are also suddenly not doing things,” added Tria
started looking into the incidents, but SF is stonewalling.”
Gonzales. “Just last week in Rio, nearly one thousand high school
“Let’s back up,” said Nigel. “Jen Ji, what do you mean by
students were arrested for being at the beach instead of school. When
increased civil unrest?”
asked why they weren’t in class, none of them had a good answer.
“Reports ranging from petty theft at markets and barroom
Most said they just didn’t want to go. Wanted to have some fun.”
brawls to more serious offenses like rape and murder—all among the
Chris O’Shea of G-Net EuroMed was aghast. “Fun? Who is
Sumer class, of course.”
teaching our children about unsanctioned fun?”
“What does one expect from barbarians?” asked Kavita Nezuel
from GNET AsiaWest.
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“Has SF implied GNN is responsible in some way?” asked Ted
“Our meters show that boxes connecting several million
Reynolds of GNN North America L. “Has your programming changed
viewers have been hacked or simply destroyed.”
in any way?”
Shock and dismay buzzed within the group. Nigel had had
Both women replied in the negative to both questions.
enough.
Nigel asked, “What about the rest of you? Have you heard of
“Listen up, troopers. I want three reports from each of you by
similar activities in your regions?”
this Friday. First, get with your editors and do a scan of SF activities in
No one else had, but these comments were followed with
all markets in your region. Compare reports going back one year, six
discussion that there had been rumors of pockets of unrest that no
months, three months, one month, and one week. I want to see if
one had thought significant enough to issue a directive, and nothing
there’s a pattern, and if so, when and where it started. Second, I want
was investigated at GNN without a directive. Reporters for Global
to see your programming for the same periods. Look for any changes
News Network created stories on preset topics given by editors each
that may have triggered odd behavior in the population. Third, get
day, within preset GNN guidelines. No one sniffed for stories
firm numbers on how many viewers have been disconnected and why.
anymore. Global Net simply mirrored GNN’s content and sorted and
Questions?”
distributed its news feeds into regional servers.
Nigel probed the room, his eyes settling upon Reynolds. The
“Is anyone else curious about Jen Ji’s other comment?” ask
man’s eyes were downcast. His hands were folded on the table, index
Marilee.
fingers tapping together.
“Right!” exclaimed Louis. “About viewers tuning out.”
“Ted? What’s on your mind?”
“But that’s impossible!” exclaimed Reynolds.
The tapping ceased. He glanced up, but couldn’t hold eye
“Is it?” asked Paula McCort. She turned to Jen Ji. “Please
contact. “I understand the importance of investigating these
explain Ji?”
irregularities, Nigel, but a week? That’s not enough time.”
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“How long do you need?”
World Guardian super computer at your fingertips and it’s not enough
“Well, I don’t know. This type of analysis could take months.”
time? I suggest that it is. Does anyone disagree?”
“He brings up a good point. Tracking any of the criteria for
The silence was deafening as the vice presidents’ eyes skidded
just one period could take months,” said Ramath Nibiba of GNN
from one to another before coming to rest on their boss.
AfriEast.
“Any other questions?” asked Nigel. “Very good. Again, have
The room fell silent. All eyes flitted from Nigel to the two who
your reports to me by the end of the week and be ready for detailed
spoke up.
discussion and analysis at next week’s call. Thank you and good day.”
“The Sumers have been held in check for nearly a decade
Nisha clicked her remote and the vice presidents disappeared.
without incident. In what seems to be a sudden turn of events, this
She rose and headed for the door. “I’ll contact Peter Bellenger
has changed, at least in the regions of China and South America that
immediately.”
we know of. Given what’s at stake do any of you think this is not a
“Hold it right there!”
Code Red emergency?”
“Of course, it’s Code Red,” agreed Reynolds. “But Nigel, you
have to understand the scope-“
“I have to understand? Do you think there is anything on this
planet that I don’t understand better than you, Ted?”
Ted looked down at his hands.
Nigel’s eyes slowly swept around the table. “Each of you have
hundreds of analysts times one-hundred-sixty-eight hours and the
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up. None of the others made mention of irregularities in their regions,
which may mean there are none. Unlikely, don’t you agree?”
He gave a nod.
“Which means they either aren’t on their game and don’t have
a clue or aren’t revealing what they know.”
Chapter Nine
“My, my, my. So jaded for one so young.”
She shrugged. “Just a student of human nature.”
“Trying to run the helm after less than a year?”
“You realize that there could be many possibilities here, none
“No, sir, Mr. Grey.”
of which have anything to do with my vice presidents.”
He gave a neutral grunt. “You’ve become adept at reading my
“Yes.”
mind then?”
“Think Reynolds’s was buying time?”
She blushed. “Hardly, sir. I’m simply a good listener. You’ve
She shrugged. “Not necessarily. If he was it would be because
been direct from day one about whom you trust to do certain tasks.”
he’s grown sedate running his portion of your kingdom and doesn’t
“And you are contacting Peter because…?” Nigel put his
want his incompetence discovered. He doesn’t seem to have the
hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
ambition to take on trouble.”
“Because I have observed that you call upon IA anytime you
“My kingdom, huh? I like that. GIN is my kingdom. Like any
suspect foul play within GIN.”
king, I want more. Reynolds on the other hand is like an aging knight
“You think I suspect foul play? From whom?”
holding the southwestern U.S. and Mexico in fief. I don’t think he has
“Given what we’ve just heard, there are symptoms of sudden
a clue about what’s going on. In fact, my first guess would be those
unrest among the Sumers. Yet only one of sixteen regional VP’s came
damned Universalists.”
forward and brought it to your attention, prompting another to pipe
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“The Arian Aquarians?”
“I felt a range of emotions. I had always thought the
Nigel’s brow rose. He hadn’t heard anyone refer to the
Universalists were just some small band of misguided libertines.”
insurgents by that name in over a decade. “How odd you would call
“And they aren’t?”
them by their old label.”
“Oh, no. Universalists are a complex hybrid formed from two
Nisha shrugged and bit her lip.
distinct groups of activists who opposed the New World Order, as it
“The insurgents are now commonly called Universalists. Have
was once called.”
been for quite some time.”
Nigel hid a smile behind a sip of coffee. “Pray do tell.”
“Yes, sir, I know. It’s just that—well, I was scanning old
“I had no idea of the history!”
records to get up to speed—rather stay up to speed—what with the
“Ancient, huh?” God, did she view him as archaic, too?
new upgrade coming….I came across some disks on the history of the
“Well, not quite, but old. A resurgence of political and
insurgency.”
economic activism began in the latter part of last century. Rooted in a
“You realize that’s classified material.”
longstanding tradition of dissent in the West and Latin America, new
“Oh, yes, sir! I’ve not mentioned what I read to a soul. That is
activism bloomed in opposition to war and concern about the
until now.”
increasing power of global corporations. In the United States, there
Round eyes blinked slowly, waiting his response.
were activist types similar to those referred to as hippies and
What was it about her owlish looks that he found so appealing?
peaceniks a generation before, who believed that violence and war
“So, tell me, Nisha, what did you discover? Were you fascinated?
were no solutions, only led to more problems. Most of these types
Shocked? Repelled? Intrigued?”
wanted to either fix the system or rebuild it. Some wanted a
“Yes!”
revolution, but without violence. The anti-globalists also opposed the
“Yes? Yes, what?”
wars and global problems, which they saw as brought on by corrupt
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governments and greedy corporate profiteers. Many called for radical
Yes, you do. Idealism mixed with cynicism. Like sugar and
change in these structures, by violent means if necessary. Some, like
spice. Nigel rose from the conference table and moved to sit at his
anarchists, called for total annihilation of governments and global
desk. “Well, go on with the history lesson.”
powers. As the second Gulf War ended and the powers of the new
“There’s not much more really. The code name given to the
world order were morphing into what would soon become WOF, these
two factions, the hellraisers and peaceniks, that opposed the new
groups were increasingly marginalized and attacked by the global
world order were the Arians and Aquarians, respectively.”
powers, especially the western leaders and the corporations they
“And what ever became of our guerilla warrior Arians and
worked for. I found this particularly ironic.”
flower-gathering Aquarians?”
“How so?”
Nisha shook her head. “I don’t know. My archive time expired
“Societies perceived to be democracies, like the U.S. and
midway through the disk. I’ll have to wait until next month or after,
Britain, curbed the very freedoms they supposedly stood for, that their
when I have time for such leisurely pursuits.”
wars were supposedly fought for. Government became increasingly
“Leisurely?”
intolerant of individual freedoms, like speech and Miranda, which were
She nodded.
protected in their constitutions.”
“I thought you said you were trying to stay up to speed with
“Wasn’t new, love. The U.S. government took similar actions a
your work.”
century before to crush opposition to involvement in World War I. Just
She flushed pink as a cherry blossom. Nigel stared, not
one of many examples. Regardless, do you think the leaders were
uttering a word.
wrong to not trust the masses?”
“Well, ah, yes, yes. I was. I…”
“No, of course, not!” I was just telling you what I learned.”
“You weren’t spying, were you?”
“Of course not—“
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“Perhaps I shall have IA investigate you along with my VP’s,
Was it his imagination of did he see a hint of a dimple? “Yes,
hmm?”
well, that was the MO, now wasn’t it. I take it you studied the Fini
Her owlish eyes blinked rapidly a handful of times.
War in school.”
When you blush I find you absolutely fetching. Where the hell is
“Yes.”
this attraction coming from? Have I been that long without a woman?
“Yes? Well, I’m here to tell you that you didn’t learn the whole
“Relax, Nisha, love. I’m only joking. I’ll fill you in on what became of
story. You see, WOF soundly smashed the Universalists. That part is
the Arian Aquarians. Have a seat.”
true and found in the history books. What’s not covered is that they
“It’s really not necessary. I know how busy you are.”
weren’t eradicated.”
“Sit.”
Brows formed half moons above her glasses.
She settled herself in the chair in front of his desk. He leaned
“The official record tells of the last Universalist armies being
forward, propped his chin on steepled fingers, and gazed at her. This
killed and driven into the seas off southern Brazil, India, and Malaysia.
time she didn’t even pinken a fraction under his scrutiny.
These, of course, were the areas they had infiltrated with some success
Back to your cool cucumber self, are we? Well, one pretty blush
in the teens. In any event, the record says they are no more. The
will tide me over for awhile I suppose. Don’t want to scare you off. He
truth, of course, is more complicated. Would it surprise you to learn
smiled. “Now that I have your undivided attention, let me fill you in
that the Universalist base has never been discovered let alone
on the Universalists a.k.a. Arian Aquarians. Being devious, misguided
infiltrated and destroyed?”
nardowells is the common thread that banded them together, not
“But how is that possible? Wasn’t their base camp in South
some far-fetched idealism or altruistic bent, which they unsuccessfully
Africa blasted to in 2020? That’s what I recall from school.”
tried to portray themselves as having.”
“South Africa?” He chuckled. “There’s nothing but zombies in
“Their quest wasn’t for equality, justice, and pure love?”
the sub Saharan. Even its remaining untapped resources weren’t lure
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enough for multinationals to tackle the laundry list of human
“Wasn’t much to save. There had been bloody warfare going
degradation. The region was cut loose from the rest of the world a
on for decades. Not to mention disease and excessive poverty. Any
decade ago.”
effort to try and bring the masses in line with peers in other regions
“So that’s why there’s never mention of the sub Saharan.
would have been too much of a drain. The region was a time bomb.
What has become of the people there I wonder?”
Its explosion could have maimed North Africa and beyond. The dead
“What does it matter? African countries above the equator are
zone saved more than it damned.”
part of AfriEast and people in the south weren’t forsaken. Those who
That was a lie. WOF had turned its back on the nations of sub-
weren’t a threat had a chance to get the hell out before the dead zone
Saharan Africa. Had a fraction of obscene profits made by any one of
was created.”
WOF’s lead businesses been invested in reducing debt and disease and
“Dead zone?”
expanding fair trade, human suffering could have been significantly
“Yeah. East to west across the continent from the equator to
reduced and the land and its people would have blossomed. Nisha bit
five degrees north of the equator. The entire region was covered with
down on the tip of her tongue to keep from starting an argument she
napalm and gets splattered every few years to keep it uninhabitable.
couldn’t have with this man.
It’s not totally worthless, of course; perfect scape to dump the waste
Grey took a sip of his coffee. ”Ever hear of a man named Adam
canisters from nuclear power plants.”
Reeves?”
“What about south of the Dead Zone?”
She shook her head.
“Anything south of the equator for all intents and purposes is
“Jax Cormante or Bart St. John?”
another planet.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What about the people and animals?”
“Good. That means GIN is doing its job. The information
going out to society is unsoiled. Actually, I shouldn’t even be
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discussing this with you, but, God help me, I need a confidant. Would
Nigel choked on his coffee. Cleared his throat. “Bart St. John
you like to be my confidant, Nisha?”
was a disgruntled American veteran. Nearly lost a leg in the second
She blinked three times as he had discovered she was apt to
Gulf War and so he lashed out at the hand that had been feeding him
do when she was gathering her thoughts. “Mr. Grey, I don’t want you
albeit the meat it provided was his own life.”
to divulge anything classified.”
“Hand?”
“But you went into the archives and read classified
“The military. The U.S. military mostly, but the worldwide
documents.”
military franchise in reality. He had a lot of friends on the inside and
“Yes, yes I did. It was my choice and I’ll have to suffer any
stayed in touch when they went civvy. Had a particular bond with
consequences.”
militia and Libertarian types. Perhaps not so oddly St. John and other
A vivid image of a very naughty girl flashed across his mind.
former nationalists in his circle found common ground with
The oh-so proper Ms. Armstrong in leather bustier and fishnets with
anarchists. They ended up forming a coalition that called themselves
her arms and legs splayed and tied with strips of red silk to his
the Arians. Fed up with Western governments and opposed to the
platinum bedposts jolted his mind and groin. He deigned a smile.
East, which they still perceived as Communist. Socialist was a word
“Nisha, there will be no unpleasant consequences. I run GIN. My
they often and erroneously called it. Anyway, they were pretty
kingdom as you called it.”
organized and by the mid teens had a network with strong bases in
“I see.”
North and South America, Europe, Middle East, Indonesia, Africa, and
“But even a king needs a trusted advisor or two.” Such as a
Australia. As the Arians-”
woman, not quite innocent, but still fresh enough to instruct in my
“Wait. I recall reading that Indonesia was annexed into China.
favorite licentious games.
But I’ve never heard of Australia.”
“You flatter me.”
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There’s so much you’ve likely never heard of, so much that I
another anti-establishment group was emerging. The Aquarians. Its
could teach you. “No? No, I guess you wouldn’t. Again, a good sign
original members were a goofy lot. Young peaceniks and aged hippies,
that we’re doing our job. I’ll get you details at some point. For now,
as you noted. They would remain disorganized, each pod doing their
just know that Australia is a continent southeast of
own thing. One hundred thousand marching for world peace on a
IndonesiaAsiaEast as the entire region is now calledand southwest
designated calendar date here. A thousand gathering at a musical
of South America. It was an English speaking country, former colony
festival to oppose genetically engineered food there. Fifty standing up
of Great Britain.”
for elephants over there. A dozen opposed to insecticide spraying
“Continent or country?”
somewhere. Six out to save wetlands in the next time zone. Coalitions
“Both.”
intent on stopping the bomb around every corner. Invest in children
“Oh?”
not bombs groups in every city. A laundry list of nasty concerns, with
“Yeah, it’s complicated. The main thing to remember is that it
threads of do-gooders that never were able to weave themselves into
doesn’t exist.”
one unifying garment.”
“It doesn’t? You mean it was annihilated? You speak of it as
“How could they? Sounds like there were too many threads
though it still exists “
and too many designs for one piece.”
“It does. And it doesn’t.” I wonder if you’d let me take you
Nigel shrugged.
there? We could swim nude in the shallow inlets of the Great Barrier
“Was it wrong for people to care about other people, other
Reef. An image of them squirming nude in the white sands flashed in
living things, work to make the world a better place?”
his head. His roomy pants were now too snug for comfort.
“Wrong?” He shrugged again. “Naïve? Yes. Anyway, the
Shifting in his chair, he loosened his tie and cleared his throat.
idealists found a beacon of hope. A charismatic leader appeared by
“Now where was I? Oh, yes. As the Arians were doing their thing,
the name of Adam Reeves. Reeves attempted on a global scale what
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Gandhi and King had done successfully in their countries. He
invasion of countries around the world. The excuse used for invasion
attracted the tattered and tested-to-their-limits true believers and fatal
was almost always human rights.”
optimists to what he called power over force. Love over hate. He made
“Excuse?”
them believe that good could conquer bad; that compassion, peace,
“Sure. Take the invasion of Iraq in 2003. The U.S. insisted it
and love was stronger than indifference, violence, and hate.”
was saving the Iraqi people from a sadistic tyrant.”
“A tall order.”
“He was!”
“Endless. Trouble was he forgot that Gandhi and King rose
“A tyrant? Sure, even when he was Uncle Sam’s mate. Who do
from the undercurrents of revolutionary change that had been
you think gave the nod to U.S. companies to sell him biological
building and rising for generations. He also failed to remember that
weapons that he used against the Kurds? The U.S. was the master at
the initial success of Gandhi had really ended with King. After the
turning a blind eye to dictators so long as they weren’t democratically
Civil Rights Movement in America, government got wise and, though
elected Leftists or Right-wing puppets trying to cut the strings.”
begrudgingly in many cases, began to support a modicum of equality
“I don’t know-“
and a range of limited freedoms. Conservatives really took the ball
“Grenada, El Salvador, Panama, the Gulf, textbook studies of
and ran with it.” God, I must sound like an old fart! “This must all be
how the new conservatives in the United States either interfered with
so archaic to you.”
sovereign people’s rights to self-determination or punished a friendly
She leaned forward in her chair. Propped an elbow on the
dictator who thumbed his nose at Uncle. In fairness, similar policies
edge of his desk. “No, no. It’s fascinating.”
were in play when moderates, or the so-called liberals, were in power.
Is my little owl flirting with me? “The United States and Britain
As other colonial powers were waning in the twentieth century, the
come to mind as two regimes that used populist rhetoric of protecting
United States expanded its empire while convincing Americans and
freedom at home and expanding it abroad to pave the way for the
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citizens of other countries that it was keeping the world safe for
“Touché! So you’re familiar with Reeves’ work?”
democracy.”
“No.”
“So it wasn’t? Are you saying the world’s greatest democracy
“Really?” Political intuition that no amount of training can
was keeping the world safe from democracy?”
instill. God, what a turn on!
“Exactly. Democracy! Good God, who in their right mind
“But there have been times when we humans have aspired to
wants that? Can you imagine the Sumers running anything? It would
loftier goals, yes?”
be sheer bedlam! We might as well launch all the missiles and be done
“Sure, I suppose. I think the Revolutionaries in the United
with it! The only time democracy has ever worked has been with small
States and France in the eighteenth century and certainly many of the
groups of people. Even in the United States—the American Experiment
uprisings in the colonial world of the last century were populist in
as it wereproved democracy couldn’t work. If you had access to
nature. Then the establishment finally got wise. By the end of the
texts on real history, you’d find that from the beginning those who
twentieth century, the struggles that liberals had stood for, like human
fled to the New World to escape oppression began oppressing people
and civil rights, race and gender equality, and fair labor practices had
within their communities and, it goes without saying, did worse to
been skillfully subdued by the status quo as antiquated inequities that
those outside the clique, like the native peoples. My God, who is
had been addressed and mostly resolved. They convinced citizens that
surprised? One group of humans has been trying to lord it over
the need to continue and expand such movements no longer existed.
another since the beginning. Monkey to man or Cain and Abel, it’s
Most people, quite frankly, were fine with it. Freedom is a heavy
always the same.”
burden. It’s much easier to be told how to think, when to and how to
“How so?”
work, what’s important and what’s not. Keep the belly and sex full,
“Power.”
supply clean indoor plumbing, and most people are content.”
“Force.”
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“Food, sex, and elimination! That’s your theory of what most
Brilliant, simply brilliant. Hardly a new strategy, of course. The
of us aspire to? That’s terrible!” She suppressed a giggle.
Catholics merged religion and politics successfully for fifteen hundred
Nigel was absolutely enthralled. “I’m just relating the facts. In
years before Luther. Protestants, Jews, and Muslims also effectively
the span of one generation, Gandhi and King were fading icons. All
married the two to forge nations. There was that small hiccup of
people, after all, were now free in the U.S. and India. Even the Soviet
accelerated scientific discovery called The Enlightenment, but
Union had fallen. By and large, the masses didn’t have a clue about
superstitious belief was never eradicated. Seems that we need to
history. All that were left in the remembering were vague images and
believe in something bigger than ourselves. Who better than God to
a quote or two.”
punish us for our lusty, greedy nature, hmm?”
“So Reeves failed because the masses were history-challenged
“You don’t think that people aspire to goodness? To higher
and satisfied with the status quo?”
ideals by using religion, by being inspired by God?”
“Of course. Also because his brand of spirituality was aligned
Nigel shook his head. “I think there are a few people who
with the original teachings of enlightened beings like Buddha, Jesus,
would do good deeds regardless of whether or not they had been
and Mohammad. The type of spiritual connectedness that Reeves was
taught to do things because this god or that god said they must. Some
advocating had been lost to religion.”
definitely veer away from doing bad things out of fear of God. Yet it’s
“Ah. Religion is powerful.”
fear, not God, which controls them. Most people do what their nature
“No. Religion is a tool of force not power. The resurgence of
compels them to do and then find ways to justify it to themselves,
organized religion in the late twentieth century was no act of God. It
their society, and their god.”
was a cleverly orchestrated plan by Western leaders, led by the United
“I’m not sure I agree. Hardly matters, since nobody pays
States, to keep people in states of guilt, shame, and fear. Also, to give
attention to religion anymore.”
bloody deeds for expansion and profit purpose and acceptance.
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Imagining your pomegranate lips caressing my body would be
Nigel cleared his parched throat and squirmed in his chair, but
a religious experience that would make me pay attention. “Of course
no relief from her sweet torture could be found.
not. Perpetual war for twenty years and Armageddon never happened.
“The only thing that prevented an all out civil war among the
The Rapture never happened. Nearly destroyed the faithful! Almost
holy was the emergence of GIN and its taking an authoritarian hand
made folks suspicious of war. None of the self-proclaimed saints
with creating and disseminating information. The online Bible, Koran,
could pass the muster in their ramblings of why Jesus was a no-show.”
and other major holy books now tells that the End of Days will come
“It still seems unbelievable that the conservative Judeo-
when fruits no longer blossom from toil, when the fruits are not
Christian movement went suddenly flat after reigning supreme for
consumed, when the desire for the fruits end. Go forth and multiply,
more than a generation.”
not only in My image, but also in producing the Manna that
“A generation? You mean thousands of years.”
strengthens nations and enslaves the masses. Those not christened as
“No. Not the actual monolithic belief. The post-Vietnam
consumers are to be pitied and converted. Those who knowingly turn
movement that got a foothold in America. You know, it merged
away from the Word are weak, evil. There is no giving of coats, no
capitalism, Christianity, and democracy into what became known as
washing of feet. No room for true compassion in the global word of
the Moral Majority.”
God. Liberal Christians started to be born again as Capitalist
“Now I know you didn’t learn that in school!”
Christians beginning in the nineteenth century. The doctrine of
She shrugged.
interpreting biblical scripture to fit private ownership and mass
You naughty little minx. You’re hoping to tempt me. His palm
consumerism was solidified. How else could leaders convince the
warmed as a vision of her smooth rump bared across his lap played in
masses that gluttony, envy, selfishness, shunning the least of these,
his mind.
and loving only thy neighbor who looked and thought like thyself were
God-given directives and rights? The rebirth is now complete.
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Capitalist Christians have been reborn yet again into Christian
applied research center of its kind. It also generated a fortune. Not
Capitalists and reign supreme.”
that he needed the money. His family was of the Eastern
“I never thought of it that way, but you’re right. My parents
Establishment. True blue bloods. Tobacco and processed foodstuffs,
both claimed to be Christians. We went to church Sundays and
as I recall. Anyway, Reeves was an international celebrity by age 30.
holidays, but I never felt like God was invited into our lives. I don’t
Handsome, young, super wealthy, and wielded all the power that came
even go to church now. Can’t remember the last time I prayed.”
with it before he was blacklisted by the U.S. government. Was accused
Oh, but I’m imaging you on your knees. “Perish the thought.
of having ties with terrorist groups. Not true, but a convenient way to
Only Sumers go. It’s a requisite from birth.” He looked at his watch in
diffuse him. Went underground in 2006 or so. Then, when WOF had
an attempt to shatter another erotic imagine. What’s the matter with
its hands full with the Arians in the early teens, he resurfaced.
me? I have less control than a horny pubescent! “Anyway. Reeves was
“Where had he been?”
in the business of positive enlightenment going back twenty years
“Making excellent use of his time. Had attracted a lot of
before the Aquarians. He was the top guru of his day. Bigger than
converts to his Aquarian army. They sincerely believed if they each
Chopra, Dyer, and Dr. Phil combined.”
could resonate at a higher energy level than most humans, they could
Nisha’s brow furrowed.
then unite, merging all their power into one nonviolent bomb to
Ah, so young; yet too curious to be innocent. “It must have
destroy the violent oppressors.”
been right around 2000 when Reeves founded KIPP. Stood for Kinky
“I don’t understand.”
Insatiable Partying People.”
“Who does? His theory is based on work of kinethesiologists
Nisha frowned.
and scientists, the major thinker being Dr. David Hawkins. Anyway it
“Ah, so you are still paying attention! KIPP stood for
goes like this: Human consciousness resonates at measurable energy
Kinesthetic Intentional Peace Project, which in its day was the largest
levels and influences the physical as well as the nonphysical world.
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Emotions can affect muscle, can make us stronger or weaker. Hawkins
“So most of us operate on force?”
measured the emotion/muscle factor on a scale, zero to one thousand,
“Yes. We really should thank Reeves and those who came
low to high.”
before him. It cemented WOF’s own applied research that it and most
“My, gosh, how do you know all this stuff?”
organizations that came beforegovernments, corporations,
Nigel laughed. “The question is: how do I remember it? Why
churcheshad been using successfully for decades. The Nazi
remember it?”
Goebbels is often credited as the first to use targeted propaganda, but
“You’ve got more brains than anyone I’ve ever met, that’s how
he found out about it from Sigmund Freud’s nephew of all people!”
and why.”
“Sigmund Freud?”
Nigel waved his finger. “Ah, ah. Don’t try to flatter a flatterer.”
“Yes, yes.” He waved his hand in the air. “Father of
She blinked and grinned.
psychology. Another lesson for another day. Anyway, Bernays was the
Nigel narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance. She never talks
nephew’s name. He wrote a book in 1920 called Propaganda that laid
about a boyfriend or dates. I wonder if she’s met anyone since she’s
out the case for how to persuade groups of people.”
been in Rome? “Anyway, Hawkins reckoned that emotions under 200
“You mean to control the masses?”
were weak and called them force. For example, shame rates 25 on the
“Exactly. Fear, shame, guiltthe force emotions kept people
scale, fear 85, anger 150. Conversely, those above 200 were strong.
in check. Bernays studied and wrote about it in theory. Goebbels
Power. Courage rates about 250, reason 400, unconditional love 500.
proved his theory. American conservatives perfected it and used it to
Only the really enlightenedsaints and lordsresonant consistently
wield corporate governmental and militaristic power the likes of which
above 600.”
Mussolini and Franco never dreamt.”
“So where does the average human fit in?”
Nisha feigned a look of confusion, but said nothing. Nigel was
“Around 200 give or take.”
too deep in his lecture to notice.
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“Meanwhile, a group of scientists and spiritualists like Reeves
wanted anything to do with the Arians, but his prodigy, Jax Cormante,
came along insisting that power emotions and actions trump the baser
carried the baggage. Remember my mentioning him? Cormante was a
force energies. This theory has fallen short in practice. Perhaps they
former Arian and a close chum of Bart St. John. Both groups had
just entered the game too late.”
separately been big enough thorns in WOF’s side to keep its Board and
“How so?”
their interests nervous, but could never quite pull off a decisive
“Western society, by and large, is based on smoke and mirrors.
victory. Cormante got the bright idea that the two groups uniting as
Marketing profit and greed as highest human aspirations. Of course,
one might have the sheer numbers to pull something off. The former
not all people were easily manipulated. There was opposition, but it
Arian thought he could be the poster child for warrior turned
was always subdued to some degree. Those who started to rise above
peacemaker. That many of his former comrades could be convinced to
the levels of force, who reasoned that their government and military
see the light as well. So then in 2014-”
leaders were lying to them and manipulating them, and had the
“Wait a minute.” Nisha held up her hand. “That doesn’t ring
courage to oppose policies of corporations a.k.a. governments were
true. If Cormante really bought into the power versus force theory, he
held in check by force emotions. The State used fear, lust, and envy.
would know how complicated merging the two would be. And, he
Religion used guilt and shame. And those who still rebelled met
wouldn’t want to bring that kind of negativity into the group.”
physical and emotional force.”
“So why do it then?”
“Wow. This is heavy. I’m not following how the Aquarians
“It’s hard to believe he became a convert.”
and Arians ever merged. It seems to me the Arians were operating at
“Are you suggesting he was an Arian spy?”
the force level.”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t know enough details. But my sense
She lights up when she’s intellectually excited. I wonder if she’s
is that having once been an Arian—actually been committed to violent
as eager in bed? Oh, God, have I no shame? “Exactly. Reeves never
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overthrow of the status quo—part of his brain would still be wired to
One of the lines of his compad trilled and lit up. He pressed
that circuitry.”
it.
“You don’t believe people can change?”
“Hello?”
She shook her head. “No. A leopard doesn’t change her
“Peter Bellenger, Mr. Grey, what can I do for you?”
stripes.”
Nigel’s head snapped up. Nisha held up her digicom as she
“Spots. Zebra’s had stripes.”
walked out of his office. Blasted, she was annoyingly efficient. He had
“That’s right. I saw a picture once.”
to find a way into her bed and soon!
She’s an infant! What is she, twenty-two? I must be going
through a mid-life crisis! “You’re perceptive, Nisha. Merging with the
Arians did indeed prove fatal. The Universalists suffered the same
fate as other large group mergers throughout history: turmoil, infighting, and struggles for power among the leaders of the two groups.
Who would unify the new group? In attempting to expand power they
actually fell victim to force. Just as throughout history mankind
continues to fall victim to force when tribes collide.”
“So Reeves’ theory is just a theory?”
“Seems so.” Nigel looked at his watch. Sighing, he rose and
stretched. “OK. Class dismissed. Now get Peter on the line. I wish to
speak with him before my next teleconference, which starts in ten
minutes.”
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The instant she made the Arian Aquarian slip, Nisha wasted
no time in implementing Egilles, a mind control technique targeting
the ego’s Achilles heel by subliminally activating dark, base desires in
order to keep a subject off balance and block other simultaneous
thoughts from imprinting as memories. Egilles in this case required
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sending Grey subliminal messages of sexual nature. Since coming to
GIN nearly a year ago, Nisha had regularly probed his mind and, from
Nisha made her way calmly through the hallway to her office.
the first, found his ego’s Achilles heel to be repressed sexual urges.
Once inside, she was unable to do little more than shut her eyes and
Not unusual for most humans to be sure. Grey’s sadomasochism
take a deep breath, praying that the monitors couldn’t note that she
fetish wasn’t uncommon either. What she had found perplexing was
was quaking inside.
that Grey had the power to act on his urges and had done so in the
Her skin was crawling, and it was her own fault. She’d almost
past. So why was he denying his needs and winding himself tighter
blown the smooth cover she’d spent the last nine months
than a tourniquet? Grey, after all, identified only with the first initial
painstakingly paving with two words: Arian Aquarians. Careless.
in S.M. Deeper digging uncovered that he’d only been curbing his
Stupid. Stupid!
nature during the last few years for fear of Odin Karn discovering his
Sensing Grey’s suspicion as soon as the words slipped out,
kinky exploits.
Nisha had acted with unflinching ruthlessness, which was one of the
Nisha’s subliminal suggestions had Grey undressing her with
traits that had earned her a place as the youngest unigent in the
his eyes almost instantly. She was confident that his mind and
prestigious corp of Universalist Intelligence. Her mastery of
hormones had quickly prevented any suspicion about her from
subliminal messaging was another.
attaching to his brain. He was aroused throughout their entire
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exchange. To keep from retching, she had refrained from probing for
he met Heloise Le Blanc, a missionary’s daughter stranded in
details and didn’t care to guess what he had been fantasizing. Instead,
Guangzhou on her way to escaping a war and country she wanted no
she had sat pretty and poised, feigning interest in history she knew far
part of. Though not an idealist drawn to the Marxist theory of
better than the pompous ass. She had had no choice. They were close,
equality, or politics in general, Heloise preferred the followers of Mao
too close, for her to lose it now. If Grey got a whiff that she was
to the imperialist opportunists circling Chiang Kai-shek. Her
sympathetic to the Universalists let alone one of them, she’d be toast
preference had more to do with her father’s support of the
and the project would be friednot to mention ruining her chance to
Nationalists than any sense of revolution. She certainly had no use for
avenge her father’s murder.
his god, who was just being created in the Middle East when China was
Needing a few minutes to recoup, she went to her beverage
already an advanced civilization. Jean Le Blanc, her father and
server and pressed a button for Oolong tea. She’d inherited the taste
excommunicated priest, saw things differently.
for the mellow brew from her grandmother. The machine extracted a
Converting heathens was his salvation. It was his way of
piping hot mug in seconds, causing Nisha to reflect upon old and new.
coping with guilt from breaking his vow to God. He rationalized that it
Though minutes faster than grandma’s kettle method, she missed the
had been God’s plan all along that he succumb to lust with a young
comfort found in such simple tasks.
woman of his flock, Mary Trebruet. Once his indiscretion caused
Chop wood, carry water, Grace Chen Armstrong had been fond
pregnancy and came to the attention of his bishop, he had little choice
of saying. Nisha’s maternal grandmother had practiced what she
but to leave the Church and marry the woman. The anguish of
preached, working and caring for herself and her family to the last day
dishonor had made him contemplate suicide, but God intervened by
of her ninety-three-year life.
sending him Nicholi Brink, an Episcopalian. The two were quick
Grace was a product of the Chinese civil war. Her father, Chen
friends and soon Jean was preaching at the Episcopalian pulpit. In
Ji Lei, a Mao Tse-tung devotee had been on his way to his death when
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time, he was called to save the Chinaman and make a tidy profit for
mistress. Her lack of innocence saved him the dubious task of taking
both his church and himself.
it and risking censure from his peers.
The ignorant arrogance of men like her father had slowly
Ironically, Heloise had escaped one civil war for another. How
been revealed in the decade Heloise had spent growing up among a
was the young woman to know that indigenous people throughout the
people who were as complex and spiritual in their own right as the
world were rising up against colonial powers? In time, her French
Westerns sent to save them. That, more than anything, at age
keeper would flee the country, pimping her to an American in Saigon
seventeen, was enough reason to take up with a tall rebel who offered
when he did. A military man, sent by his government as an advisor,
her assistance albeit no guarantee of safe passage to the port city of
Russell Armstrong turned out not to be the worst thing that could
Macau. Whether Chen and Heloise fell in love or simply succumbed to
have happened to Heloise and Grace Chen.
physical need was left to their romantic and realist relatives to debate.
Heloise had expected he would at least bed her, likely beat
There was no speculating on the result of their colliding.
her, and, at worst, make advances toward her daughter. Grace was a
Grace Chen was born nine months later in French controlled
delicate bud at fifteen, about to blossom into a rare beauty. No man
Viet Nam. Heloise, having escaped China shortly before the
could be blind to that fact. Russell Armstrong certainly wasn’t. He fell
Communists drove Chaing Kei-shek and his Nationalists to Taiwan,
in love with Grace Chen the first time he saw her.
had found employment as a governess for the children of a wealthy
He had come home from the embassy to find his new
French plantation owner.
housekeeper, compliments of Gerald Du Bois, nervously awaiting his
Gerald Du Bois was a widower, who, upon learning his unwed
pleasure. He was no less than amazed that in the span of hours since
governess was pregnant, decided not to throw her out. His colonial
he had left for work that morning, she had been deposited at some
mind quickly saw the advantage of having an attractive young woman
point and managed to scour the two-story, twelve-room house from
under his roof who could serve the dual role of governess and
top to bottom.
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She timidly bowed before him as he entered the house.
Heloise needn’t have cajoled. Russ didn’t hear a word and
“Are you the housekeeper sent by Du Bois?
wouldn’t have cast Grace out for the world.
She nodded.
“Grace is your name?
“Do you speak English?”
“Oui.”
Her brow furrowed?
“How fitting,” he said in English.
“Parle vous Francais?”
The mother, having played the role as sexual as well as
“Oui.”
domestic servant for her former master, was duly alarmed that the
“I only speak limited French. My assistant, Niou Nygen speaks
American was sizing up her daughter for the same role. Her fears
French and English, so he’ll be able to tutor you and translate between
would soon be cast aside. Russell Armstrong was a gentleman to the
us. What is your name?”
core.
“Heloise.”
“Heloise, how old is your daughter?
“Welcome Heloise, I am Russell Armstrong. Mr. Armstrong.”
“Fifteen.”
Soft footfalls coming down the stairs caused his eyes to shift
Older than he thought, but not yet old enough. “Has she had
from Heloise to delicate ankles coming into view. Russ involuntarily
any education?”
caught his breath. Exquisite as an angel, Grace Chen floated to the
“Oui. I was a governess to Monsieur Du Bois’s children and
bottom step and bowed.
my daughter was allowed to attend the lessons. She can read and
“My daughter, Grace, Monsieur Armstrong.”
write French and Latin, and knows basic mathematics, history, and
Russ gawked like a schoolboy.
science.”
“She helps me with cooking, laundry, cleaning, everything.
“Very good. It’s unfortunate that most women are not allowed
She’s no trouble. I promise. Like getting two for one, truly, Monsieur.”
an education here. I will hire an English tutor for the both of you.”
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The Armstrong house became a home under the efficient care
years to give her. The electricity that had always flowed between them
of Heloise. To her delight, Mr. Armstrong made Heloise the
ignited. Tingling from head to toe, Grace pressed herself tighter to
administrative housekeeper and allowed her to run the household,
Russ, afraid she would melt into a puddle at his feet at any moment. It
including hiring a cook, maid, and gardener to tend the vegetable,
took all his discipline not to take the gift she artlessly offered. He
flower, and herb gardens she had requested. Grace was expected to do
would wait until the wedding night. That night couldn’t come too
nothing except continue her education. In addition to an English tutor,
soon.
Russ hired a piano teacher for Grace and she was soon playing the
Three months later, Russell received his discharge and the
classics for military buddies and their Vietnamese girlfriends at dinner
couple moved back to his home outside Charlotte, North Carolina.
parties. Though especially strange to Heloise, Armstrong insisted that
Heloise, being a French citizen, decided it was time to acquaint herself
both women attend such festivities as members of the household, not
with her homeland and left her daughter to her knew life in America.
servants.
The Armstrong’s had five children, two sons and three
The years rolled by and it was soon June 16, 1966. It was
daughters. Both sons fought in the first Gulf War. One came home.
Grace’s eighteenth birthday and no one was more surprised than she
He was Paul Armstrong. A soldier turned war protester as his
when Mr. Armstrong ushered her into the garden and presented her
government implemented a new policy of preemptive strikes and lied
with a little black box. Inside was a diamond ring, which he promptly
about the reasons for them. He eventually found his way to the
placed on her finger as he announced that he wanted to marry her.
Aquarians. He was Nisha’s father.
She had no idea that she had a choice to accept or refuse and smiled
Paul Armstrong was still dealing with the demons of Desert
shyly, first at the large, radiant rock on her tiny hand and then up at
Storm when he met Jax Cormante at a Veteran’s for Peace gathering in
the man who towered over her. Armstrong took her reaction as a yes,
Chicago in late 2005. They were among tens of thousands of veterans
crushed her to him, and delivered the kiss he had been waiting three
who had served and fought in wars going back to World War II and,
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through their own first-hand experience, had come to the conclusion
uranium delivered from uranium coated weapons and machinery in
that war in any form was a crime against humanity. During the
the first Gulf War, contributed to illness and disease that killed a
conference, President Bush came out with his strongest rhetoric in
million Iraqi’s, half children, before the second Gulf War began. Paul
several months to rally the nation to support his call for perpetual war
Armstrong would always be ashamed of fellow Americans that
without end. Despite the Administration’s lies about former U.S. ally
ignorantly bought the line that America was liberating Iraqis from an
Saddam Hussein possessing WMD’s used as the basis for invading Iraq,
evil dictator or their anger when Iraqis didn’t embrace the U.S.
Bush had no qualms about looking the American people in the face
military as liberators.
and telling another tall tale. This time, in the face of spiraling violence
Jax agreed to help Paul publish a book he had just finished
and strife within Iraq and fading support for the occupation at home,
about a soldier’s perspective of Iraq and the American Occupation.
Bush claimed that militant Muslim terrorists were to blame for all the
The work, entitled No Freedom Without Truth, didn’t fare well among
troubles. The United States had no culpability in the increased woes
the public, but it got the unwelcome attention of Odin Karn. Rather
since it had launched preemptive strikes against Iraq in 2003.
one line did. It was found in a section where Paul noted the irony
Paul had met his future wife, Fatima, while serving in Iraq.
that many draft dodgers and AWOL’s, commonly known as Chicken
He had been pleasantly surprised to learn that most Iraqi’s were
Hawks, were banging the drums for an unprovoked war. He wrote:
pretty much the same as most Americans. They believed in strong
Though he probably would have been rejected as being too short,
family ties, service to community, protecting and nurturing their
unless he stood on his side, Odin Karn, top presidential advisor,
children, and living in peace. U.S. bombing of Iraq from the early
managed to hide away in the Ivy League without ever having to feign
nineties into the new century decimated the country’s infrastructure,
a cause for deferment.
taking out sewage treatment plants, power stations, and other
Karn leaked a bogus tip to the FBI that Fatima Armstrong, wife
businesses. The relentless attacks combined with the depleted
of Paul Armstrong, was a cousin of Al-Zaquawi. Given her husband’s
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anti-patriotic stance on the war on terror, including his recent book, it
was thought that the couple may be spying for Al-Qaeda. In the
weeks that followed, their home was searched without their
knowledge, now legal under the PATRIOT Act. A document tying the
Armstrong’s to an inquiry of how to smuggle U.S. weapons to Iraq
through Syria, which was created and planted with Karn’s blessing,
was discovered.
The Armstrong’s were arrested, but the charges were dropped
after their attorney had the evidence analyzed and it was proven a
forgery. The emotional and financial stress took its toll on the
Armstrong family. Weary of the bigotry and jingoism running
rampant in his country, Paul Armstrong shuttled his wife and baby
daughter, Nisha, to the KIPP compound in the foothills of the still
pristine Andes of Peru. There, the family of three found a few years
of peace and happiness before WOF bombs killed Nisha’s parents in
2014.
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Still no response.
Joi went to the keypad at the south wall and pressed the reset
button. “Rolf?” No reply. She repeated the process with the same
result. She pressed the telecom.
“Gretchen?”
The screen showed a slim woman with short iron gray hair,
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seated at her desk, spine like an iron rod, examining the seventy-twoinch viewer in front of her. She touched a few fields on the screen
“Good morning, Papa!” Joi Ohio’s cheerful greeting didn’t
with her laser pen, paying no heed to the telecom. The prickly prune
mask the scowl on her freshly scrubbed face. “Brrrh! This room is
had eyes of an eagle and ears of a cat and they both knew it. It took
absolutely frigid! Rolf! Turn up the heat immediately!”
effort, but Joi resisted letting the old bat’s practiced aloofness get
Her eyes swept the room. Nearly nine o’clock and the drapes
under her skin.
were still closed and the projection screen was black. Alarmed, she
Gretchen Neichet had been Odin Karn’s estate administrator
rushed to her grandfather’s bedside to inspect the lines, graphs, and
for twenty years, not coincidentally the same amount of time Joi had
numbers displayed on the vital signs monitor. All seemed normal.
disliked her. A know-it-all control freak to the bone, the woman never
Placing her hand on her grandfather’s forehead, she grimaced. His
did anything Joi asked without offering unsolicited commentary or
skin was hot to the touch despite the chilly room.
questioning the request. Yet it had only been recently, since her
“It’s all right Papa. I’m here now. We’ll get the heat turned up,
grandfather had grown gravely ill, that the animosity between the two
the news turned on, and a cloth to cool your fever.” She glanced up at
women had resurfaced.
the ceiling. “Rolf! Open the drapes! Turn on monitor B to Global
News. And get the heat going!”
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Even as a precocious ten-year-old, Joi had known better than
open hostility would get her nowhere, so the only solution to even the
to be openly disrespectful to an elder, and certainly not one in her
score was playing pranks on “Bitchet.” Small things. Private jokes.
grandfather’s employ. Still, oil and vinegar they were and would
Harmless really. Spitting in her tea. Using the woman’s toothbrush to
remain, and so it was not so surprising that as time went by, she found
scrub the rim of the toilet bowl and then placing it back in its cup on
the woman’s presence increasingly unbearable. What made it
the vanity. Hiding her red pencils, with tips honed razor sharp, used
intolerable was that, for the first time in her young life, her Papa was
to edit grandpa’s correspondence with a vengeance. These small
enthralled with a female other than her. What Joi failed to understand
rebellious acts sated the angry child. Then Joi turned thirteen. It was
was that it was not feminine charm that captivated Odin, rather the
time to put away childish things and little girl larks. The time had
lack of it.
come to ratchet up the antics.
Gretchen was efficient and reliable as a well-oiled machine
The only passion Bitchet seemed to have other than
with even less emotion. The two worked perfectly together.
administering Odin Karn’s business affairs with robotic efficiency was
Sadomasochism 101: A taskmaster who demanded nothing less than
beekeeping. It made sense given the woman’s need to be the Queen
perfection and a neurotic perfectionist. The indispensable Gretch, as
Bee. She proudly harvested the honey from her hives and gave it as
Odin referred to her, soon was given free reign over Valhalla, which to
gifts at Christmastime. Those she favored most received part of the
Gretchen’s mind included Joi. What the woman failed to note was
comb as well. The year Joi turned thirteen, Gretchen’s passion for
that, except for an occasional visit from her mother, Joi had been the
honey turned decidedly sour and the traditional gifts ceased.
lone female at Valhalla for many years and her Papa’s pride and joy.
It was a stroke of luck that, while researching a science paper
Her grandfather’s sudden praise and trust in the only rival Joi had ever
about pollination, Joi came across the “Amazing Killer Bees” web site.
known made her jealous, spitefully so. The child on the verge of
She learned that this variety of bee was born mad as hell and decidedly
becoming a teenager could not let this stand without retaliation. Yet
intolerant of any other creatures, including humans. Unlike its honey
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bee cousin, the killer bee would gladly trade its life for the sheer thrill
placed her order in less than a minute and took delivery of the angry
of injecting its sharp stinger into a random victim. The tiny murderers
assassins the next day.
had finally been driven out of North and Central America through an
Sweaty palms were the only signs of her trepidation about
ingenious poison that governments could use freely since the EPA and
opening the small box. Ignoring the butterflies fluttering in her belly,
related agencies outside the United States had been dissolved in 2013.
she sucked in a deep breath and pulled on the perforated tab to open
Of course, the toxin killed all varieties of insects: honey bees, wasps,
the resin package, all the while reminding herself that the web site had
ladybugs, butterflies, moths; and other animals, like birds that ate
assured her that the shipment was safety sealed and inspected twice
bugs and mammals that ate birds. The important news was, of course,
before shipping. Gently, she peeled away the packing tape and slowly
that the killer bees were out of America. Except this wasn’t entirely
unfolded the cardboard flaps, with nary a peep from the passengers.
true.
Holding her breath, she peered inside to find a liter-size clear plastic
Thanks to the “Amazing Killer Bees” web site, consumers
jar with tiny air holes pokadotted around the cylinder. Letting out the
could order the lethal bees for just under a thousand bucks plus taxes,
pent-up breath, she boldly grasped the jar and held it up for
shipping, and handlingall with a promise of discreet packaging of
inspection. Her brow furrowed. The product was not what she had
the contraband. The fine print also noted that there was no guarantee
envisioned. The several dozen bees were docile. Hardly the maniacs
of life span lasting more than two generations given mandatory
she had expected. Perhaps they were dead? She gave the jar a firm
periodic spraying throughout the region to keep the rogue bees from
shake. Angry buzzing and lightening quick movement from the
repopulating to any degree of threat. The warning didn’t concern Joi
prisoners caused her hand to flex open. The jar plopped next to her
as she was planning a one-time painful prank.
on the bed. She jumped up, shuffled to a corner, and remained
Thanks to Papa’s desire to mold her into his heir apparent, Joi
perfectly still until the angry little monsters went back to sleep.
had learned how to access his many sources of plastic cash. She
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Up before daybreak on the following day, Joi trekked the two
Thanks to insecticide and the best physicians Karn’s money
miles through the orchard to Bitchet’s beehives and carefully placed
could buy, she was expected to make a full recovery. No one was
the jar in the grass ten feet away from a hive. Then, as the
more relived than Joi. Had she been taught to pray, she would have
instructions indicated, she lit the end of the wick that was wrapped
given thanks and promised to never, ever, commit another prank for
around the plastic lid and stepped back twenty paces. The flame
as long as she lived. Instead, she promised herself the same and
slowly traveled around the edge of the lid. The lid ignited in a burst of
vowed to take the secret of the killer bees with her to the grave. To
orange and the jar was instantly filled with a cloud of gray smoke.
her Papa and the rest of the household, why the bees Gretchen had
Time seemed to stretch and freeze. Absently chewing her lip
been tending for several years suddenly turned upon their mistress
and considering reviewing the money back guarantee, Joi watched the
was a mystery. It did not remain so for long.
smoke clear from the jar. The bees weren’t moving. The fire must
have burnt them to a crisp! She began to move forward. Her heart
“You called for me Papa?” asked Joi standing in the doorway
leapt into her throat as the killers launched from the jar, swirling and
of his massive study.
whirring on a direct course for the nearest hive.
Odin sat behind his desk, his head bowed over papers. The
A month later, Ortiz the gardener heard a woman screaming
afternoon sun entered through three cathedral windows behind him,
in agony. In the next instant, what appeared to be a human hive
casting golden light into the somberly elegant chamber of dark wood,
blanketed in bees, came flying through the orchard. In his shock, he
black leather, and Aubusson carpet.
turned a large hose, which he was using to douse peach trees with
“Have a seat,” he answered without looking up.
insecticide, upon the woman. Gretchen Neichet would forever be
She plopped into a chair in front of his desk, refraining from
grateful for being poisoned.
asking him what was so important as to call her away from the
Chinese language lessons he had been so insistent upon. Upon the
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thirtieth strum of her fingers upon the arm of the chair, in time with
She gulped. “No, sir.”
the ticking of the Graf clock, Odin’s head lifted. No arrow could have
Leaning forward, she picked up the paper and scanned it. All
pierced her heart sharper than the pale cold eyes that captured hers.
thoughts of smiles and laughter vanished. A giant peach pit was
She swallowed hard. A long-forgotten warning swirled in her brain.
suddenly lodged in her stomach and she couldn’t breathe. Oh, God,
Marcia had once predicted that she would displease him someday and
how could she have been so stupid?
feel the awesome effect of arctic eyes that froze mere mortals with a
“A-a-it’s an invoice, Papa.”
single glance. Having felt abandoned by her mother and never
“Yes, very good. I’m glad that you’ve been paying attention to
receiving any but warm looks of love from her grandfather, Joi had
my tutelage in business. Let me rephrase the question, Miss Ohio. Do
screamed at her mother, accusing her of being jealous. Now she
you recognize the item—or should I say items—that the invoice
understood the warning. Odin had not uttered a word. She was
pertains to?”
trembling.
She squinted at the document. “It says Pet Bees. But what
He slid a piece of paper across his desk. “Do you recognize
does the bee stand for?”
this, Miss Ohio?”
“That’s not a very clever response, my clever girl, now is it?”
Joi fought the urge to grin and stifled a nervous giggle rising
His index finger tapped upon a manila folder in front of him. “My
in her throat. Miss Ohio? Uh-oh. She had been a six-year-old the last
auditors have prepared a dossier for me, which they do each quarter,
time he had addressed her so formally. He had questioned her as to
in which they always include questionable transactions that have
her knowledge about material being mysteriously extracted from the
been investigated. Now, I could take the time to read the report, or
backs of his silk ties, which appeared striking similar to the strips of
you could do us both a favor and tell me exactly what possessed you
material tied around the necks of her Barbie and Ken dolls.
to attempt cold-blooded murder?”
“Do you find my question amusing, young lady?”
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“No! I didn’t! I swear, Papa!” She fought the water welling up
“It’s amazing she’s not permanently damaged in some way.
in her eyes, knowing how her grandfather despised tears. “It was only
She could have lost her sight or been paralyzed. Not to mention
a harmless prank.“
dead.”
“Harmless?” His whisper causing her to shudder more than a
“I’m sorry, Papa. Honest I am! I’ve already sworn off pranks—
shout ever could. “Purchasing illegal killer bees in order to set them
as soon as it happened.”
loose on a genteel woman is not harmless!”
“Damn straight!”
“I didn’t think they’d go all crazy like that! That they would
“I’ll apologize to Ms. Neichet.”
nearly sting her to death! It’s just that she’s always so…always has a
“You will do no such thing.”
bee in her bonnet about some silly thing. Like, the maid missed a
Joi’s mouth dropped open.
spec of dust on the mantle. Or, I forgot to wipe my feet on the mat
Odin pulled a vial from his jacket and set it firmly on the desk
before entering her pristine office. Or telling Jenny—Cook—I’m not
in front of her. There were pills inside. “No one, including Ms.
to be allowed in the kitchen as I’m becoming too familiar with the
Neichet, is to ever know about your little prank. Is that understood?”
servants. Big woo! She’s a servant. I’ll sure do my best not to
Joi nodded.
become familiar with her! The woman is unbearable!”
Odin grunted. “I believe you. I don’t think you meant to do
“So you thought to unleash real bees in her bonnet?”
major harm to the woman. And, as bad as what you did was, some
“Well, yes. But not anything like what happened! I thought to
good has come from it.”
give her a scare. Maybe a sting or two.”
Mouth still opened, her eyes widened. A corner of Odin’s
“Good lord, Joi! The woman was swollen like a Macy’s Parade
mouth lifted.
balloon for weeks!”
“You obviously suffer from the same malady found in your
Joi furrowed her brow, not understanding his metaphor.
maternal bloodline, which cursed your grandmother and continues to
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haunt your mother. Fortunately, my physician has devised a formula
“Yes, Papa.”
to precisely match your DNA and subdue your genetic deficiency.”
He kissed her cheek and tapped her lightly on the nose. “One
“Formula? Genetic deficiency? Am I sick?”
every day, my girl, and the killer bee incident remains our secret.”
“No, my dear.” He pushed his chair back and patted his lap.
Rising, Joi took what felt like the first breath since she had entered
Joi had all but forgotten about the killer bees and the secret
his study. Keeping her spine as straight as a rod and her head down,
pact. But it came back this morning when it occurred to her that she
she sat on his lap. Odin tilted her chin with his finger. She relaxed
had found herself becoming increasingly aggravated with Ms. Neichet
instantly upon seeing the warm sparkle in his eyes.
of late. She also realized she had run out of vitamins just after her
“Joi, my dear, you are beautiful, intelligent, and as close to
grandfather turned gravely ill. She needed to order more, but
perfection as anyone or anything I have ever known. But you are
couldn’t deal with that now. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself
human.” He picked up the vial and opened it. “Hold out your palm.”
to remain calm and not let the woman get under her skin.
She did as she was bid and he shook a capsule into it. “Hold it up to
“Gretchen?” She called into the speaker again.
the light. You see, it’s colorful. Pink, gold, and blue, rather
After several more seconds of silence, the woman answered
luminescent. Pretty, just like you. A capsule designed to complement
without looking at the telecom.
your inner beauty. A vitamin, more or less, one designed just for you.
“Yes, Ms. Ohio?”
Now, I want you to take one capsule a day. Every day. Agreed?”
“Rolf has crashed. I need you to contact the Home Guardian
Joi nodded.
representative immediately.”
“Open up.” She obeyed and he took the pill from her hand
“Crashed? Are you sure? He awakened me and served
and inserted it in her mouth. It melted on contact and tasted sweet.
breakfast on time, then gave the overnight security update. The
“Good, hmm?”
monitors in my office are showing green lights on all systems.”
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“Do you think this is a prank call?”
“Negative. I have responded. Awakened 7 o’clock. Engaged
“Ms. Karn, I am merely stating that Rolf is functioning
Global Network News 7:05. Treadmill shuttled from wall storage 7:06.
according to my-“
Treadmill retired 7:40. Sauna with Eucalyptus and Spearmint vapor
“I’m in Mr. Karn’s suite and Rolf is not here.”
mist 7:41. Shower with herbal lather 7:55. Breakfast of yogurt and tea
“You do realize Rolf isn’t a person, don’t you dear?”
8:15-“
“Are you telling me Rolf hasn’t revealed himself to you yet?”
“Yes, yes, I get the picture. You responded to her in her
Gretchen pursed her lips.
chamber earlier this morning, but why have you not responded to her
Joi smirked and continued. “The drapes won’t open and the
requests from Mr. Karn’s chamber now?”
heat is off.”
“Negative. Have received no communication from Mr. Karn’s
“Oh, God! Mr. Karn, he isn-
room this morning.”
“No. The auxiliary system is handling the machines. Rolf is
“Joi, please make your request again.”
not responding to me.”
“Rolf, open the drapes.”
“One moment…” Gretchen’s voice faded slightly as she spoke
“Nothing?”
to the computer. “Rolf, turn off my lights.”
“Nope.”
Joi watched Gretchen dim to nearly a shadow on the viewer
“Peculiar. My system indicates Rolf is fully functional in that
screen.
sector. Very well, I will give Home Guardian a call immediately.”
“Now turn them back on.” Light glared onto her pinched face.
“What an excellent idea.”
“He’s taking orders from me. Rolf, why aren’t you responding to Ms.
Joi disengaged and pressed the manual override on the
Karn?”
keypad then proceeded to press the buttons to open the drapes, switch
on the news, and turn up the thermostat. Had she taken the time to
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look out the windows that were now revealed, she might have noticed
Something was definitely out of sync. Well, not to worry, the repair
the muddy footprints on the balcony, or the gouge in the French door
tech would fix it.
that had resulted from the careless jimmying of the lock. Instead, she
“Sorry, Papa,” she whispered. “Rolf is on the blink. I know,
hurried back to tend to her grandfather.
seven o’clock sharp, no excuses.” She smiled sadly at the barely living
Joi spent the next half-hour giving Odin a sponge bath and
shell of the robust man she had known. Gazing at the web of purplish
putting him in clean pajamas. There were two caretakers who did
veins under parchment skin stretched taunt against bone, her mind
these and other tasks, but Joi always made time to care for her
drifted to a particular seven o’clock rendezvous six months ago.
grandfather in the morning. It had always been their special time of
The Karn’s had a summer home on the private northern shore
day, after all. She could only remember a handful of mornings when
of Hudson Bay. The twelve-hundred acre getaway was secluded from
they had not shared breakfast together. Even when he was traveling or
southern shore beaches that were tainted with hordes of consumer
she was in school, they would break their fast via phone, web cam, or
workers. From spring through early fall, sumers, as they were
global connect. Joi had kept up the ritual when Odin had lapsed into a
commonly known, flocked like geese from the desert Midwest and
coma. Seven o’clock sharp, no excuses, had been grandpa’s rule that
eastern United States to escape the unbearable heat. Joi thought her
she would never think to break. Joi gasped aloud. She had broken the
grandfather was pulling her leg when he had once told her how the
rule this morning.
sumers reminded him of folks from the same region, which in his day
Rolf had awakened her at seven rather than the standard five
were called young urban professionals, better known as yuppies, who
thirty. Groggy from not getting a good night’s sleep, it had only
would migrate south to Florida to escape the harsh, cold winter. The
slightly disturbed her at the time. And Rolf seemed to think it was
desert Midwest had harsh winters? And who in her right mind would
normal, too, as his recital of the log a few minutes ago revealed.
want to venture to a narrow strip of mosquito infested swamp? Such
had been her responses to his tale. Odin had proceeded to educate his
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granddaughter on how the climate had changed. A natural, regular
“Happy birthday, Papa!” She kissed him on the cheek and
occurrence, he had explained. No reference was made to global
ushered him to his seat. “I’ve made your favorite breakfast.”
warming and reasons for it, such as his part in eliminating EPA
“You made breakfast?”
regulations on corporate emissions and pollution, including the fossil
“But of course, monsieur.”
fuel industry. Joi remained blissfully ignorant of any world history
“Tell me again why I shell out my hard earned money on chef
that would conflict with the truth: Odin Karn’s truth.
what’s his name?”
It was a golden spring morning. The delicate scent of lilac
She shrugged, turned to the side table, and began lifting silver-
flirted with the briny breeze dancing in from the Bay. Deep green
plated lids. “Swedish pancakes with lindenberries and lots of
bushes bordering the stone terrace were thick with purple blooms,
butter…eggs Florentine…and steak, of course….”
several of which Joi had cut and arranged in an antique lead crystal
“Why hasn’t some lucky man stolen you from me?”
vase that had been her great-great grandmother’s. The centerpiece sat
She looked over her shoulder as she made up his plate. “You
upon a crisp white linen tablecloth that covered the sixty-inch round
know the reason perfectly well, Mr. Karn. There’s not a man on the
glass-top of a mid-twentieth century wrought iron table, which was set
planet compares to you.”
with nineteenth century Bavarian china, Italian crystal, and gold-plated
“Even at my age? What am I this year, sixty four?”
silverware, all from her great-great grandmother as well. Joi had
“Sixty four! You must be the oldest man ever!”
moved the vase an inch or two from its current position a dozen times
They both giggled at the reference to the comment five-year-
until she found the right balance. Chewing her lip, she wondered
old Joi had made upon hearing her grandfather’s age at his birthday
again if she should scoot it a half inch to the left. The glass door slid
breakfast twenty-five years earlier. The incident had so charmed Papa
open saving her further angst.
that he noted it at every birthday after, until it evolved into a standard
“Well, well. What do we have here?”
re-enactment.
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“You really shouldn’t keep Nigel at arm’s length, my dear one.”
romances had left her hurt and doubting her femininity. She had all
Sobering, Joi forked a juicy piece of cantaloupe. Nigel Grey,
but given up on finding love and then her Papa had given her Nigel.
the handsome, charming, brainy, and beyond wealthy CEO of Global
“I realize you don’t see each other much, but trust me, my
Information Network, was perhaps the most eligible bachelor on the
love, you’ll come to appreciate a little distance once you’re married.
planet. Certainly the most powerful. Most notable, however, was that
And, it’s not as if the man doesn’t think about you. He calls often and
he was the only suitor her grandfather had ever given his stamp of
practically buries you in roses.”
approval. He had, in fact, introduced them some two years ago and
Joi pasted on a serene smile. Yes, she thought to herself,
encouraged Joi to accept his marriage proposal last year. She wasn’t
beautiful, scentless hothouse roses. That was Nigel and the life he
sure that she loved him, but Papa had insisted that she did. Had said
offered. She closed her eyes, inhaled the romantic scent of lilacs on
that they were two lovebirds if ever he’d ever seen any. Her
the breeze, and sighed for some unknown thing.
grandfather was wise in the ways of the world, so perhaps she should
heed his advice. Though well-educated and well-traveled, she had been
The delicate scent of lilacs flirted with stale tang that hung in
highly sheltered. An outsider might even view her as a prisoner,
his nostrils. Joi must have cut a bouquet for him. Was it his birthday?
wrapped in silk and golden chains under the ever-watchful eye of her
Odin’s mind churned. Hadn’t he just had a birthday? Damn, why
grandfather. If she would have dared at being honest with herself, she
couldn’t he remember? His chest tightened as it dawned on him that
would have realized that the only reason Nigel had become her first
he was reaching the end of his birthday quota. There was something
and only lover was because her grandfather had allowed it. No other
he planned to do on this birthday. Yes, he needed to tell her on his
beau had managed more than a few stolen kisses before they
birthday. No. She needed to know sooner, for her own protection.
mysteriously vanished from her life. The short and unfulfilled
God, he had to tell her. Tell her now!
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A sharp, burning pain jolted Joi from her pleasant reminiscing
“Please. You must relax-“
of the last birthday breakfast with her grandfather. Looking down in
With his last ounce of strength he raised his face toward her.
dazed horror, she discovered the source of her discomfort. A bony
Taking his stubbornness as a good sign, Joi quit admonishing him for
hand was clawing at her. Yellowed brittle nails of its cold fingers
trying to speak and leaned her ear to his lips.
scratched her chest. The nightmare flashed across her mind as the
“Lis-listen. N-n-no time.” He choked.
bony hand clutched her blouse. Mesmerized by the hand until a
He had to warn her. Had to tell. Tell. A deja vous chill
gurgling sound broke the spell. She lifted her eyes. Her grandfather
skidded down Joi’s spine as his last precious breath rasped in her ear.
was staring at her. His once clear eyes now filmed a milky blue.
“Ah, liii…”
Struggling to speak, his mouth resembled one of a fish too long on
The monitor flat lined. The bony hand let go of her and
land.
thudded to the bed. Milky blue eyes stared blankly at Joi Ohio. The
“J-J-Joooo.” He hadn’t breath to fully form her name.
betrayal lived.
“Papa!”
Miraculously, he had surfaced from the coma. Joi started to
rise to press the intercom for help, but his hand clutched her shirt,
showing amazing strength given his frailty.
She smiled and leaned closer. “Don’t speak, Papa. Save your
strength. I’m not leaving, just need to call for help.”
He shook his head a fraction, his eyes never leaving her face.
“N-no. Muh-muh-muhs tell.” He gasped. The heart rate monitor began
to blip faster and louder.
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“Son of a bitch!” Dropped the disk and crushed it with his
boot heel. “Hound dog’s nose my ass, St. John!” he yelled up to the
darkened ceiling. Sand rained down into his eyes, adding to his
irritation. Now that he was deep underground, the tracking cell was
likely out of range from its base, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He
Chapter Twelve
took a deep swig of water and proceeded along in double time.
The hydrocell in Jax Cormante’s flashlight was almost dead.
Flannery kicked aside the smashed tracker in his path. Didn’t
He’d be in the dark any minute now. Fortunately the Boy Scout in him
need it anymore anyway. From the sound of the fading footfalls, the
always kept a box or two of old fashion matchsticks. He flicked one
target was a mile ahead of him. His orders had been to track
and ignited a tar-pitch torch, one of dozens that were placed every few
Cormante until he made his way underground and then report back
hundred yards in the tunnels that led to camp. Lighting emergency
with the entry point. The renegade soldier had never intended on
over, he slid the flashlight in his back pocket and decided it was time
following those orders.
for a break. Pitching the butt of the torch in the cave floor, Jax swiped
Doug Flannery, Arian Recon Specialist, former U.S.M.C.
a hand over his brow before bending forward to stretch his tight back.
captain, veteran of Operation Enduring Freedom, former Universalist,
As he did so, his flashlight fell out of his pocket and onto the ground.
and survivor of the Fini War, hadn’t believed his luck when St. John
“What the hell?”
pegged him for this assignment. He’d been waiting for sixteen years to
The hydrocell compartment had jolted open and out had
give Jax Cormante and Adam Reeves their due.
popped two thin disks. One black hydrocell, one silver which he held
After selling most of their possessions, the Flannery’s, which
up to the flame.
included his wife Teresa and their two young daughters Anna and
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Julie, moved to the KIPP camp in Peru in 2014. A bad move as it
had been replaced with preemptive strikes and preemptive occupation
turned out to be one of the first camps WOF bombed in the early days
at the turn of the century.
of Fini. The only thing Flannery could remember was running from
Though not intended, their naïve utopian scheme opened the
the main lodge to their cabin to get his family to safety, but he never
spigot for a blood bath. When WOF called their bluff, they didn’t back
made it. A blast sent him flying into space. He awoke days later, in
down yet weren’t prepared to fight. Who in their right mind went to
agony from burns to his face and upper torso. The real torment was
war without being prepared to kill the enemy?
yet to come, when he learned his family had been incinerated in the
Doug Flannery was at war. Had the enemy in sight. Killing
attack. The soldier in him might have come to terms with his personal
would be his pleasure.
loss if he had thought the horrific deed was unavoidable collateral
More than an hour later, Jax paused for a breather. He
damage.
reckoned he’d traveled a good four miles since landing in the soft
To his mind, it had been avoidable and the pain of his loss
sand, placed at the bottom of the chute to cushion the unavoidable
coupled with a burning desire to avenge the culprits became a bitter
crash landing. The two-story-high and half as wide cavern he’d been
wound that festered and poisoned his soul. Adam Reeves and Jax
traveling through had gradually closed into a tunnel seven feet high
Cormante were responsible because they had refused to launch
and half as wide. The air had grown cooler and moister. Yet for all
preemptive strikes against WOF, despite such recommendations from
the increased physical discomfort the knot in the back of neck
Bart St. John and other leaders of the Arian arm of the Universalists.
slackened for the first time in a fortnight. He laughed out loud. After
They stubbornly insisted that their MAD strategy would prevail and
all this time, it was still strange to feel jubilation from a mole’s
lead to détente as it had during the Cold War. What they failed to
homecoming.
realize was that the Cold War mentality had rusted since the Berlin
Jax had lived underground the better part of the last sixteen
Wall had tumbled down nearly three decades earlier. Preemptive peace
years. It suited him more than he would have ever believed. There
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was a primordial comfort within the earth that he found nowhere else.
Hunched over now in the ever-narrowing tunnel, water
He reckoned it was much like living under the sea, though there were
droplets falling from the jagged ceiling dampened his hair and back.
fewer predators and less risk of drowning. Still, there were dangers.
The annoyance was soon forgotten as he struggled to keep balance
Cave-in’s and pockets of stagnate air rich in carbon monoxide topped
and traction in the sandy soup beneath him. He couldn’t rely on the
the list.
walls for support because they were also slick. Finally, he managed his
Jax’s mind returned to the first time he had rappelled into
way to the edge of an underground river.
Grand Central Station, which was the name the Universalists had given
He had dubbed the muddy water the Mississippi upon his first
the main cave one entered to get inside Desert Atlantis a.k.a. DA. The
voyage, in honor of the river he had known as a boy. He wasn’t at all
experience had been symbolic of transitioning from his old life to new.
familiar with the character of this Mississippi, though. The waterway
From glaring desert light he had dropped into the gloaming zone for
was used only to distill water for bathing and drinking, and serve as a
about thirty feet and then twilight. The bottom would have surely
backup entry and exit to camp. Jax didn’t know its depth or currents.
been utter darkness, but for the fact that he and the other
Hadn’t fished or swam it. Didn’t want to. Wasn’t even going to
Universalists wore helmets with hydrolights. Even with lighted
consider diving in, even with no boat in sight. He waved his torch low
headgear, it was hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Extreme
and wide, found only still, muddy water. Started to curse aloud then
temperature change from desert to descent happened as well.
recalled that he had cussed out Bennigan for leaving a canoe tied up
Roasting like a boar on-the-spit, above. Shivering like catfish on ice in
here a few years back, an open invitation for the enemy, he had
the forty-degree darkness. Reeves had assured him the caverns
lectured. Bennigan asked, what was the point then of having another
selected for Desert Atlantis were warmer and drier, which Jax soon
route into camp if one didn’t have a boat to get there? Good point.
discovered did not mean warm and dry.
The compromise was to store a crate of inflatable rafts on a ledge a
few feet back and to the left.
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“Bennigan, you ol’ son of a gun. Thank God for the Irish!”
launched himself into him, sending them both flying across the
Jax’s was about to eat those words as he moved to retrieve the crate.
narrow space and against the opposite wall. Boa hands recoiled upon
Flannery could have use his Z-gun and been done with it, but
impact. Jax reeled back. Gulped air. Gathered his strength for the
that simply would not do. Besides not wanting to chance a cave-in, he
next assault. It didn’t come.
desired a slow, painful kill. With the eerie stealth of a career soldier,
The maniac didn’t move. His torso was facing Jax, but his
he edged toward his target, knife in hand.
head was turned, right cheek against the wall.
As Jax reached for the crate, hairs on the back of his neck
“Who the hell are you?” Jax asked as he drew his knife.
stood on end. Before his mind had even registered danger, his body
Maniac’s left eye was wide open, but didn’t blink. No air
reacted. Reached for his knife. Too late. The air ripped. He hit the
flowed from his gaping mouth. Blood dripped from his chin onto his
deck an instant before a seven-inch Ka-Bar would have cleaved him.
khaki shirt with the V-sign of Aries combined with the sideways eight
Flannery howled in outrage and reached for his Z-gun.
symbol for infinity, embroidered in red and blue on the pocket. Arian
Cormante’s foot kicked it out of his hand. Sent it plunging into the
logo. Few things surprised Jax Cormante. St. John sending an
murky water. The attacker launched his body like a missile into Jax
assassin took the wind out of his sails.
as he was recoiling from the kick, sending him crashing into the
Cautiously, Jax made his way to view the right side of the
jagged wall. Hands of a boa wrapped around Cormante’s neck and
assassin’s face. He winced. Maniac’s eye had been punctured by one
squeezed. He couldn’t break the vise. Upper cuts to the maniac’s gut
of many sharp quartz spikes that protruded as much as six inches
had no effect and kicks to the groin and knees were anticipated and
from the walls.
deflected with ease. Dark spots were expanding across his eyes, if he
Stranger and would-be assassin aside, Jax would see to it that
didn’t escape in the next few seconds it would be all over. Grunting
Maniac got a proper burial. Inflating two rafts, tying the one that held
like a wounded boar, Jax clutched the man’s upper arms and
maniac behind his, Jax launched for home.
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resigned his commission and put his energies into opposing the war
“Home, Jax. I need you to come home.”
machine. His old fighting buddy, Bart St. John, had also become
“Damn it, Katie! You know I can’t. I’m needed here.”
disillusioned with the system and in 2013 invited him to meet with a
“What about us? I need you. So does Micky, remember him?
man named Adam Reeves, who was living in Peru. Cormante was
Or have you forgotten about your son?”
familiar with Reeves’ work and eagerly agreed.
“No! Of course not. Who do you think I’m doing this for?”
The sight was not what Cormante had expected as the
“I don’t know.”
helicopter reached the KIPP encampment at the base of the Peruvian
The line crackled, sounding the tension both were feeling.
Andes. The image of rickety shacks, Inca ruins, and llamas was
Jax had never heard his wife sound so cold, so distant. In six
shattered as a modern-day city, complete with geosphere and small
years of marriage, she had put up with a lot, he knew. But she had
airport came into view. He was to learn that this was one of four KIPP
rarely complained and he had always been able to explain why he had
sites in the world, the others being in France, India, and Australia.
to follow his calling. His calling. Did he even know what it was now?
KIPP-USA, former headquarters, had been shutdown in 2007 when
First it had been to serve his country in the war against terrorism.
Reeves had been accused by his government of aiding and abetting
Then after five years, his eyes slowly opened to what he really had
terrorist. The charges were subsequently dropped, but not before the
been doing. What he had become. A war whore. Selling his brains,
world-wide KIPP Movement was stunted, Reeve’s reputation shredded,
talents, youth, and soul to a system that fed, harvested, and feasted on
and his property and possessions in the States dismantled. Adam
terror. An expendable cog in the perpetual war machine that sucked
Reeves had influence, but the enemies he had made were vastly more
up humans and spit out shells. Perpetual fear led to perpetual fighting
powerful.
led to perpetual high-fat fodder for the military-industrial hog. The
Dressed in a brown leather bolero and boots, both well worn,
warmongers didn’t want peace. They’d be out of business. He
and an alpaca wool serapes, dyed lapis blue with red, black, and green
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striped edging, Adam Reeves appeared more like a Quechuan prince
“World Order Federation, WOF. You’ll be hearing about them
surveying his realm than a deported American in hiding. Tall and
soon enough. They’ll be pulling the strings. Hell, they are now. But
wiry, with a shock of shoulder-length black hair sparsely threaded with
the national masks won’t come off anytime soon.”
silver and dark eyes that scanned the big picture without missing a
“I take it you aren’t suggesting WOF is a replacement for the
detail, he greeted his guests like old friends.
UN?”
“Jax this is Adam Reeves. Adam, Jax Cormante,” said St. John
“No. I’m suggesting WOF will be the official, open face of the
by way of introduction.
powers that are currently running the world, that is, boards of
Jax felt a genuine camaraderie the moment they shook hands.
multinational conglomerates, the IMF, World Bank, and the elite of the
“You made good time. I take it Uncle Sam didn’t give you any
industrialized nations, most of whom sit on the board of directors of
trouble.”
these entities.”
“No, sir. He seems to have forgotten about me since the
“With all due respect, I think it a stretch to believe that the
protest at the Madrid Summit.”
United States and China would give up their military and economic
“I doubt that, Jax. Hide in plain sight for as long as you can.
power, respectively, to become part of a committee to rule the world.”
They only get worried when they can’t see you.” Reeves turned to St.
“I’m not suggesting that at all. Jax, with no disrespect
John. “What about you Bart? Feel WOF’s eyes at your back?”
intended, I have to say I’m a bit surprised at your naïveté. You’ve
St. John shook his head. “If the spooks were around, I didn’t
seen and done more than many on this planet, and you still believe
catch their scent.”
that countries and their governments rule their own nations much
“Adam, you mentioned wolf? Who or what is that?” asked
less the world?”
Jax.
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“And one might argue that you have not seen enough. Since
head didn’t reach his shoulder, the tiny woman had Reeves bowing
being kicked out of your own country, you’ve hardly been able to
and apologizing profusely. He ushered his guests outside.
move in the influential circles you use to.”
“Lucha gets a bit agitated if you don’t remove your shoes
St. John shot Cormante a sharp look. Reeves’ face remained
before entering our home,” Reeves explained sheepishly.
impassive. They walked in silence, with Bart keeping up despite a
“Hell’s bells! If we had a couple regiments made up of the
pronounced limp.
likes of her, we’d knock WOF on its ass in no time!” exclaimed St.
Jax broke into a cold sweat as they came upon a wide gorge
John.
and what looked like a tightrope they would have to walk to get
“Now, Bart, let’s not go down that road. You’ve been here less
across. His pulse slowed to a jog as he stepped onto the hemp and
than an hour, I’d hate for you to blow out of here without supper.”
wood plank bridge and found it swayed little despite spanning a
“Right. Let’s eat before we scuffle like street dogs.”
quarter-mile-wide gorge and a briskly moving mountain stream forty
feet below. Once across, they followed a winding stone path through
Peruvian cuisine was another pleasant surprise. Jax learned
a wooded area that led to the main house. A lodge to be exact. Made
that growing up on meat and potatoes was a tradition that began with
of pine and stone, materials as solid as the mountain that had
the Inca not the Irish. The potato was native to the Andes and had
produced them. As they stepped inside, a petite native woman rose
been a staple of the Inca long before the Spaniards had invaded. He
from a chair by the central fireplace in the sunken living room. Her
savored the deer meat stuffed potato patties call pap rellena; papa la
beautiful smile quickly turned to a scowl. She rushed toward them,
huanciaina, potatoes in a spicy sauce made with aji chile peppers
the petticoats of her polleras and her hands both shooing in time with
native to Peru; and ocopa, boiled potatoes with goat cheese and nuts.
the scolding she was rattling in Quechuan. Though the top of her
There was something earthy yet exquisite in these dishes that
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brought sheer pleasure to the dozen diners gathered around the big
“And to finding them in the simple things, my friend,” said
pinewood table. And the feasting wasn’t over.
Jax.
“Holy, moly, sweet Mother Mary full of Grace!” exclaimed Bart,
Adam gazed at Jax a moment, nodded, and tipped his mug to
causing conversation and chewing to cease among the diners, which
him. Neither noted the narrowing of Bart’s eyes.
included KIPP members from throughout the world who had become
After dinner, the group moved to the large sunken living room
part of the inner circle.
that was designed for entertaining large groups in comfort. A central
Lucha’s black eyes were round as saucers.
fireplace was bordered on two sides by a hefty leather sectional,
“What is it?” asked Reeves
accented with apalca wool blankets and large pillows in traditional
“This is the best damned chow I’ve ever stuffed into my gut!
bright primary colors and patterns. Wide-seat wooden rocking chairs
Damn! What the hell is it?” He shoveled in another mouthful and
and papillons were on the third side. A six-foot by six-foot wooden
then kissed his thumb and forefinger. “Magnifique, Lucha!”
dance floor was most of the fourth side, with a stand-up piano, two
Lucha smiled tentatively and looked at her husband. Reeves
guitars, fiddle, and various size hand drums calling attention.
chuckled and the tension immediately evaporated. Others smiled and
Luisa and Claude, two KIPP research analysts from Germany,
laughed as well, and went back to eating and conversing
who were visiting for the summer, entertained with classic songs on
“Rocota relleno, my friend. Meat, onions, peanuts, milk, eggs,
piano and guitar. Not to be outdone, KIPP’s IT specialist, Enrique,
all baked inside a pepper. Quite basic really.”
strummed intricate Latino tunes on his twelve-string guitar. The mix
St. John lifted his mug of chicha de hora, maize beer, to his
of mountain air, heavy food, soulful music, and potent Peruvian
host and hostess, and everyone around the table followed suit. “To
brandy called pisco relaxed bodies and minds to the point that Jax
experiencing new and pleasant surprises.”
didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he awoke just as the first rays
of dawn were creeping through the uncovered windows.
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Stretching and yawning, he glanced around and noted several
“Jesu! What was that?” Jax bolted from his chair and leaned
lumps under woolen blankets sprawled upon the sectional. He was
over the railing, catching another glimpse of a magnificent bird with a
only sure of the identity of the mound closest to him. The steady,
wingspan of ten-feet before it soared below the treetops.
muted snoring gave away St. John.
“Andean condor on a morning cruise for carrion. They sweep
“Psst!”
down early and into the canyon that lies a few miles over that ridge,”
Jax turned to the call. Reeves’ was standing by the door with
Adam explained, pointing toward the southeast.
two mugs and a coffee carafe. He lifted them and tossed his head
“Wow! For a split-second I expected to hear someone yell
toward the door.
incoming!”
“That may happen, but not today.” Reeves refilled their mugs.
“Ah, now that’s a cuppa Joe.”
“KIPP, of course, is no longer a threat to the status quo, but our
“Grown here as it has been for centuries.”
philosophy still is.”
Jax took another deep sip and leaned back in his rocking
“Yes, I’ve read about your work. Bart filled me in, too. As you
chair. Took in the picture-postcard view from the lodge’s porch
can imagine, he doesn’t think the power versus force bird can fly.”
perched over a gully in the foothills of the Andes. Shades of green,
“Oh, I know.”
pale lime to deep avocado, filled the landscape. Crisp, rarified air
“Then why keep him around? Why invite him here?”
glazed with sweet pine and the salty Pacific was alive with sound.
“I believe Bart is capable of changing, growing, becoming more
Warbling finch and Inca wren shared the latest gossip as they
evolved. Just as we all are. If I didn’t, I’d be a hypocrite.”
searched for food. The ratta-tat-tat of an industrious woodpecker
Jax shrugged. “True. But to follow that line, you must believe
sounded in the distance.
the world leaders you think are bringing the planet down are capable
of change. I don’t see any of them hanging around.”
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“Were they ready to take the leap from force to power, I’d
national policies, which citizens in pseudo-democracies believe are
welcome them with open arms and support them with every fiber of
solely in the hands of their elected representatives.”
my being. And, I have to believe that one day they will be. Things
Jax raised a skeptical brow.
would be better for every person on the planet if our leaders were
“This isn’t a theory,” said Reeves. “It’s going on right now. No
more evolved. Sadly, they are all too average. The men, and the few
one, for instance, disputes that the United States is the world’s only
women, that currently control the world’s conglomerates and sit in
military superpower. Less recognized, is that in economic terms,
positions of power in the nations that serve them are entangled in
China is the superpower. It produces most of what the U.S. buys.
their own egos. They aren’t free to reach beyond selfish interest.”
And, it is the largest potential consumer market. Will overtake the
“Which brings us back to something you touched on
U.S. in the coming years in both producing goods and buying them.
yesterday. How and why would the leading powerbrokers of the
Hard core capitalism. But the people of the world’s military
world agree to give up influence to join WOF?”
superpower must continue to be schooled in and believe in the
“I never said they would. You made that assumption. The
Neanderthal cold-war rhetoric. That is, that China is a communist
World Order Federation is made up of status quo powers. No one is
threat. Mao and his revolution are dead, for Pete’s sake! The western
giving up a thing. In fact, they are concentrating strength. Rather
world still label them communists, but what are they really?”
than having separate governments and organizations like the U.S.,
“Successful capitalists.”
China, WTO, IMF, WB, G8, and OPEC vying for and splintering power,
Reeves nodded.
they will join together under one umbrella group. Don’t
“So what? What purpose does WOF serve?”
misunderstand me. Figureheads will still be needed and will still have
“WOF unifies the competing powers, cuts regulatory red tape
authority. As much power as the board of directors of WOF give
once and for all, and keeps the reins of power firmly in hand. WOF
them. Just as the boards of major corporations now determine
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economic power united, it will be almost impossible for populist
ago. Now we see public water systems on every continent being
uprising to oust dictators or perceived democratic leaders, so long as
privatized.”
the Federation endorses them. World Order Federation made up of
“H2O. What’s next, oxygen?”
board members from all the major interests on the planet. Care to
“Could be. If we don’t stop the privatization of the planet and
guess which?”
everyone and thing on it. Not to mention preventing the privatization
“Energy and military, of course. And aerospace. Media,
of space.”
finance, medicine, which I guess would include genetics and
“And how do we do that?”
pharmaceutical interests. What’s that? Six?”
“By expanding power and weakening force.”
“Yes. But add two because genetics and pharmaceutical stand
Jax tried to hide his grin in a sip of coffee.
quite alone in the medical field. So we have eight. Add agribusiness,
“You don’t buy it.”
aquabusiness, consumerism, industrial, IT, and that’s lucky thirteen.”
“Look, I’ve read the theory and know what you tried to do in
“Wait. Aquabusiness? Consumerism?”
the U.S., but it failed.”
“Consumerism is a broad category of products and services
“Wrong. KIPP the organization based in America failed.”
created, supplied, marketed, and consumed wholesale and retail.
“Same difference.”
Everything from Argyle sweaters to Zest soap, aluminum to
“What if I told you that right now, we have tens of thousands
zirconium.”
of KIPP members, organizing in every major city on the planet? Tens
“That’s already happening.”
of thousands of believers reaching out to expotentially more people
“Exactly. But everything isn’t easily seen. Aquabusiness, for
and tuning them in to higher frequencies of thought that turn them
example, is booming yet most people aren’t even aware of it. The
on to taking actions in their communities. Each individual we get
selling of drinking water became a multi-billion industry a decade
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operating at consistent power levels of just three hundred counters
Reeves shook his head. “No. We already have folks on the
the negative force energies of several hundred people.”
ground in Illinois and all the fifty states. What I am suggesting is that
“As I recall, your studies have concluded that most folks
you stay here for six months to a year to accelerate your growth.”
operate at two hundred or below. So we’re talking a major shift in
“To what end?”
consciousness for millions of people.”
“I’m not getting any younger. I need to pass this on to
“Yes.”
others.”
“You make it sound almost possible.”
“You’re hardly old.”
“It is more than possible. It is probable. The key is to get
Adam nodded. “True. And I have no intention of dying
people like you, who are operating consistently above two hundred
anytime soon. But there are no guarantees. Meanwhile, the
and have rejected force emotions to consciously work to reach and
controlling egos of force are merging to lay a dark shroud around the
maintain above three hundred. Doesn’t mean you don’t still fall
planet.”
victim to them: anger, thoughts of violence, jealously. But you are
“Aren’t they always?”
aware and working to rise above these force emotions. At the same
“Not like this. Never like this.”
time, you are consistently operating at the power level with emotions
“Like what? Corporations trying to gain more profit? That’s
like courage and love beyond self. Courage to speak out against the
not new. Politicians wanting power and to rule with their vision? Not
violence of which you were both culprit and victim. You’ve shown
new. God knows even in would-be democracies the desire to be lord
through your work on behalf of fellow veterans your capacity to love
and master turns many a good man toward dictatorial power.”
and care for complete strangers. Selfless love.”
“Or woman, for that matter. You’re absolutely right. All the
“So you’re recruiting me to do what? Go back to Springfield
base forces are alive and well. What is different is that the world
and preach the gospel of power versus force?”
oligarchy has figured out how to market repression and suppress
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dissent. Let’s be clear. In perceived democratic countries like the
Reeves nodded. “Exactly! That analogy hits the violence right
U.S., Britain, and Canada, there’s no longer strong opposing forces to
on the head. Or, if she has consensual relations with another guy he
balance, or significantly off-set elitist power.”
doesn’t like-“
“Republicans being fascists, Democrats beings Republicans,
“Like a leader freely elected by the people who’s brand of
you mean?”
politics isn’t in vogue in D.C.?”
“That’s a bit too simplistic, but in the vein. I mean, labels are
“Exactly. What the gal wants is of no consequence. The
cumbersome anyway, right? Only serve as a point of reference. Here
neocon off’s the poor sob and beats, rapes, and even kills her.
are two more: neoconservative and neoliberal.”
“So the neoliberals aren’t as violent.”
“Yeah, I’ve never quite gotten the distinction. Both seem to be
“No. Even though their unfettered market mentally might lead
driven by world domination.”
to it. Neolibs, like neocons, think they own noble purpose. And they
Reeves shrugged. “Yes, but the means are different, and in
are equally determined to inflict it upon the world. But rather than
theory, so are the ends. The neocons want dominion over the world
direct rape they seek to strip away regulation and laws that would
by force. Military control. They say they are for democracy, but don’t
even suggest rape.”
have faith that the world will embrace it unless it is violently thrust
“Legal rape?”
upon us.”
“Sure. And mugging, theft, and murder. Neolibs want
“Sounds like some bastard who keeps hitting on a woman who
limitless capitalism. They believe profit trumps everything: people
has told him to get lost. Insists that she wants sex, will love it. So
and their rights to privacy, healthcare, clean air, clean water. Natural
rapes her.”
resources are to be used, even at the risk of eradicating species and
pristine areas forever. Nothing is sacred: wildlife, rainforests, even
sovereign rights of nation states are fair game.”
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“But this has been going on a long time. Seems like it’s too
The path was familiar now. Jax was in the perimeter tunnel
late to slow down let alone stop the greed and destruction.”
that encircled the western part of Desert Atlantis. The soft humming
“Only the power of light can prevent it.”
of Give Peace a Chance danced off the walls and brought a smile to
Both men were silent for a time; content to look at the golden
his lips. A few feet later he emerged from the tunnel into a cavern as
light rising above the greenscape, chasing away the misty-eyed
big as Grand Central Station and just as impressive. Hydrocell lamps
morning. The gift of a sacred moment, shared without comment, was
illuminated the limestone walls striped yellow, green, and blue with
not lost on either man; neither was the notion of being a burst of light
veins of agate. Spires of clear and yellow quartz hung down from an
arriving and departing in a heartbeat along with an infinity of other
asymmetrical ceiling of limestone, quartz, and agate. Jax spotted the
sparks in an unfathomable universe nor that such recognition flagged
man who was humming and tending his garden.
their conversation obscene.
“How are the crops faring, Ari?” He glanced at the yellow
In a voice wispy as the rising mist, Adam rode the silence,
daffodils, pink carnations, blue iris, and white roses that had
“There is light in you, Jax. Light that shines through despite the
sprouted from stones, which remained perpetually in perfect bloom.
darkness you’ve seen and participated in. To use a tired metaphor,
Humming ceased. Head popped up. A broad smile formed.
your inner light draws people like moths to a flame. The difference is
“Jax Cormante! It’s about time you dragged you cute little
that your light can be used to heal and empower.”
hiney back home!” He struggled to stand. Jax gave him a hand.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Missed me, huh?”
“Then say nothing. Just agree to stay and explore where the
“More than the waves of Maui.” He patted his cheek. “Hey!
path leads."
Wait a minute. Why’d you come through the back way? What
happened?”
“Let’s just say, the truce has ended.”
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“What? Oh, no! So Bart won’t help us with Lucid?”
Ari’s scolding echoed through the tunnels; heard only by bats
“Well, yes. Professionally he’s still in.”
hanging from spires high in the three-story cavern and one who
“Oh, you mean the truce between the two of you has ended.”
hovered deep in the shadows with eyes and a parted mouth glittering
“Right. I’m hungry enough to eat half a cow. What’s for
like jewels.
dinner?” He headed for the tunnel that led to the dining hall.
Ari’s eyes narrowed. “Wait just a minute, mister. If you were
able to patch things up to ensure the Arians were still in, what
happened? Why no truce between friends?”
“You know what I could go for? I nice piece of grilled
swordfish. Ari, did I ever tell you about the time I was fishing off the
Baja coast?”
“Jackson Bryson Cormante! What did you do?”
“Was in a fifteen-foot sail boat-“
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me it was a woman!”
“The calm sea suddenly started churning-“
“It was a woman! And that means free-flowing liquor as well.
Lord Jesus, Krishna, and Mohammad—and add Mother Isis and Mary,
too! Will you ever learn? What have I told you about drinking and
diving into the sheets?”
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“Are you burning, daddy?” She sipped her drink as though
awaiting an answer. Snorted. “No, I don’t think so. You used heaven
and hell to your advantage, but were never a true believer. Well, that’s
one thing we have in common.” Raised her glass and took another sip.
“What’s that? Yes, where are my manners? You must be
parched!” She tilted her glass to his lips. Clear liquid streamed down
the frowning corners onto his neck, absorbed by a crisp, white collar.
Chapter Thirteen
“Still a scotch man, huh? Yes, you sure loved your single malt.
And I want you to know that it is a comfort to me to be able to deny
“To his lordship Odin Karn, the Devil’s right-hand man.”
Marcia raised her glass to the corpse in the half-open casket before
you even a single drop!” She emptied her glass, again. Refilled it.
putting it to her lips and draining every drop of the one-hundred proof
Raised it.
“To the devil that still lives and keeps hell alive for me.” Took
liquid it held.
another drink. “Psst? Can you keep a secret?” She glanced about the
“Holy hell—oops!” She giggled. “Pardon the blasphemy, but I
must revise that toast since you’re likely already challenging Satan for
empty chapel. “What am I saying? God, can you keep a secret! Here’s
control of the Underworld.”
one you’ll have to boast about to your brimstone buddies: Though I
came to despise the very air that escaped your fetid being, I
She slammed the empty glass next to a half-empty bottle of
vodka on the coffin’s lower lid and dragged a chair next to the coffin.
desperately craved your smallest affection right up until that last
Plopping down, she poured another glass full and propped her chin on
tainted breath rushed away from you. That’s why I’m not sorry that
the coffin’s edge. Studied her father’s face.
you’re dead. And I am so very sorry.”
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Using the cuff of her sleeve, Marcia dabbed drops of vodka
“Actually, he doesn’t look half bad. The mortician should be
from his mouth, chin, and neck. The first tears she could remember in
commended, he looks decades younger than…what did I hear on
years welled up as she gazed at the wax figure of Odin Neils Karn. As
GNN? Eighty-nine was it?”
had been his wish, his physical body had been cremated and a waxen
“Sshh.” Marcia glanced over her shoulder to make sure the
cadaver of himself as he would have appeared at age sixty lay in an
chapel was empty and sighed with relief.
open coffin for mourners to view at his wake. The artist had done a
All the visitors had been shuttled back to the castle some two
remarkable job. Visitation had ended nearly an hour ago and none of
miles away. Some would be hovered back to Austin. Several dozen
the fifty or so people in attendance had had a clue they weren’t
were staying for tomorrow’s service and had returned to their rooms
viewing his embalmed body. Many had commented that he appeared
to freshen up before dinner. Logic told her that they were alone. But
even younger than the last time they had seen him. Having spent the
like a dog that had been slapped every time she remained quiet
last decade of his life a semi recluse, this was probably true.
instead of howling at the wind, she was leery of her common sense.
“You are looking well under the circumstances, my dear.”
Just one of the twisted legacies Odin had left to her.
The voice of a ghost caused Marcia to swing around. Vodka
She stood up, gripping the edge of the coffin for support. “You
sloshed out of the glass and into to her father’s face, unnoticed. Her
need to get out of here! My father will kill you if he finds you here!”
head lolled, then snapped up. Eyes flashed and then narrowed in
“Darling?” He eyed the body in the coffin and then arched a
recognition.
brow toward the vodka bottle.
“Hello, Marcie.”
“You doubt he can reach out from the grave?”
“You! You should not be here!”
The door to the chapel swung open. Marcia jumped a foot.
“Can’t say the same for that old SOB.” The gray bearded man
Adam even twitched, then suppressed a grin. A cherub faced minister
grimaced at the occupant of the casket. Then he leaned closer.
strolled in.
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“Forgive me, Ms. Karn. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was
“Of course.” He led Marcia to a chair and patted her hand.
coming in to close the lid and lock up for the day.” His eyes came to
“Sit here my sweet. I’ll be right back.” He leaned and whispered in her
rest on the bottle on the coffin lid and his pleasant brow furrowed.
ear. “Leave off the vodka, my old bones creak in protest at the thought
Clearing his throat, he turned his attention to Marcia. “You’re looking
of having to carry you.”
peaked, my dear. Understandable given your loss. I’ll call my driver to
Reverend Richard’s view of Marcia was blocked by Hamm’s
take you up to the house—“
back, so he didn’t see her snatch her hand away and glare. The two
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll escort Marcie back.” He took the
men walked into the anteroom.
glass from her hand and sat it on the coffin lid.
“Mr. Hamm—Jake. I’m glad to hear that you’re a long-time
Marcia started to sputter. The man of the cloth raised a brow
friend of the Karn’s. Most of the visitors today were more business
in askance.
associates, acquaintances, that sort.”
The distinguished gentleman extended his hand. “Jacob
That’s the only sort the bastard had.
Hamm. A close friend of the family.”
“There’s been no family or close friends here to comfort Ms.
“Reverend Richards.” He shook his hand. “I don’t recall seeing
Karn and her daughter. Both appear to be holding up well. Too well, if
you earlier.”
you understand my meaning. They’ve said little, not a word, in fact,
“No, I’ve just arrived and not a moment too soon I see.” He
about their grief. Neither has shed a single tear that I’m aware.”
wrapped a fatherly arm around Marcia. “This poor child is in need of
Jake patted him on the shoulder. “Say no more, Reverend. I’m
TLC.”
here for them. Plan to be an outlet for them to share their deepest
“Quite. Ah, Mr. Hamm-”
thoughts and feelings.”
“Call me Jake.”
“I knew the Lord had not forsaken these women in their time
“Very good, Jake. Might I have word, sir?”
of need. You’re arrival is proof.”
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“Amen, Reverend.”
“You’ve risked much to come here. I had no idea you held my
Reverend Richards excused himself and walked down the hall
father in such high esteem.”
to his office. Jake walked back into the chapel and closed the door
Brittle laughter was his response.
behind him.
“Exactly. So why risk your freedom?”
“You look like you could use some air, Marcie.”
He stroked his fake beard thoughtfully. “I thought my disguise
“I don’t believe it.”
masterful. Made it through five WOF checkpoints without incident.
“What?”
Though you saw through it immediately. Heartening to learn that you
“Adam Reeves has lost his charm! You’re suppose to tell me
haven’t forgotten me entirely.”
I’m more beautiful than you remember.”
“If I remember your ugly mug, God knows who else will, too.
“Well, I can honestly say you haven’t changed.”
Tomorrow the place will be wall to wall with dignitaries, old allies, and
“Meaning?”
old enemies.”
“You still think your beauty is the most important thing a man
Adam shrugged.
should notice about you. That was never why I loved you.”
“So it begs the question. Why? What was my father to you
After all these years, his dark eyes could still pierce her soul.
that you would risk your very life to come to his funeral?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes, air. We can take the
“You of all people know what sentiments I had for Odin.” He
garden path up to the mansion.”
reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “But I am sorry for
Being autumn the garden was lacking bright blooms, but still
your loss. Despite everything, he was your father.”
offered an abundance of green by way of magnolia, holly, and pine.
She snatched her hand away. “Don’t you dare!”
Most of all, it offered privacy for a long over due conversation.
“What?”
“Don’t you dare act like you came all this way for me.”
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“Who says I’m acting?”
housekeeper and assistant were taking messages. No one gave me any
“Thirty years, darling! Three decades and you never once tried
messages from you.”
to contact me.”
“Or perhaps you ignored them. I repeat, Marcie, my lovely, I
“Like hell I didn’t! You never returned my calls, my letters.
was the injured party. You walked out on us, but you never told me
Bloody damned Christ, you’re the one who walked out on me!”
why. You left a note that said it was over. No explanation.”
She clutched her hand to her chest. “No. That’s not…“ Hands
“I-I,” She squeezed her eyes to the pain in her head. “Oh,
flew to her temples, rubbed. “What calls and letters? I never received
Adam, please. It was so long ago. None of it matters.”
a word.”
He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Bloody hell it doesn’t! I
“When I came back from Montreal and found your note I was
loved you! You loved me. We were in love. Planning a life. I come
crazed. It was as if you had vanished from the planet. No one seemed
back to an empty house and a scribbled note with a handful of
to know where you were. I leaned on friends and colleagues to the
senseless words and you think it didn’t matter?”
point of threatening bodily harm if they didn’t come clean with where
Her head was throbbing. “Doesn’t matter. Not now.”
you’d gone. Threats didn’t work. No one caved. They couldn’t
“Tell me you didn’t love me.”
because they didn’t know what had happened to you. I left messages
Tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. Oh, God, a cold
on your cell, email—“
fist from the past squeezed her heart as the memory of just how much
“No, I wouldn’t have gotten them. I was out of the county.” She
resurfaced. That pain was quelled as what felt like a vise screwed into
closed her eyes. Ran her hands through her hair and clutched her
her temples. “Oh, Adam,” she squeaked.
scalp, feeling the onset of the skull-splitting headache she always got
“Damned right!” He gave her a shake before releasing her.
when she tried to remember early 2004 or anything about Adam. “My
“Then I read in the paper, not a week after you’d dumped me, that you
had secretly wed that scrawny nephew of the British PM for chrissake!”
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Marcia gasped. She had forgotten. “Henry…Henry Blair?” The
surge like liquid fire when he touched her. Long to capture the only
fading daylight was suddenly glaringly bright. She squeezed her eyes
lips that had ever tempted him to madness.
shut
“Yeah, your secret lover.”
“Madness, this is pure, blissful madness,” he whispered as he
Marcia shook her head. No, that wasn’t right. Henry Blair was
swept his hand down her gossamer golden veil, which draped her
never her lover. Never her husband.
lithe form and feathered out to mesh with the dark, wiry hair on his
“I spent a month hugging whiskey bottles and smoking cigar-
chest, stomach, and groin.
sized joints before I could even find the courage to get the hell out of
Oh, yes, it was madness. The kind that made him giddy and
New York.”
groan in the same moment. Mesmerized at the sensuous angel that
“Please. I can’t deal with this—with you.” She swayed, dizzy
lay dozing on her stomach beside him, he absently grazed his
and nauseous. She had to get away. Gathering her remaining
fingertips up and down her spine. She mewled softly and turned
strength, she started to run ahead of him. He grabbed her arm and
toward him. As the late Friday afternoon sun was shuttling away
swung her around to him.
from the bedroom blinds, his desire was dawning, again. Stronger, if
“Always running. Karn is dead. You can stop running now!”
possible, than what had began about the same time yesterday. His
“Let me go,” she whispered weakly.
thoughts drifted back to her seduction.
Adam dropped his hand and his head. He waited until her
footfalls faded before looking up. She was almost to the castle. Still
“This is certainly not what I had in mind when you suggested
slim and graceful, and angelically beautiful. He had not expected his
we get comfortable at my place, Marcie.” It took great effort, but he
heart to thud in double time when he saw her again. Have his nostrils
pulled his ear away from the talented mouth that was nibbling it.
flare in remembrance of the sweet, musky scent of her. Feel his blood
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The talented mouth formed a seductive moue. “Oh? Are you
“Adorable. It’s the dimples and the way the corner of your
telling me the sparks that have been flaming my interest were self-
eyes crinkle when you laugh. Otherwise, you’d simply be handsome.
induced?” She leaned back on her elbows and gave him an earnest
Utterly boring, really.” She grinned.
look, careless of the piles of methodically separated data she was
“I’m too old for you Marcia.”
disrupting.
“Too old? Ha! I’m too old for you, but that’s not going to stop
Adam cleared his throat. “We’ve been working closely for
me.”
several weeks. You’re a beautiful young woman. It’s not unnatural
“Stop you? From doing wh-”
that I would be…that I would find you… God, I’m not some lecherous
Her sweet mouth captured his. Oh, dear God, it was bad. The
professor that takes advantage of my grad assistants!” He ran his
worst kiss he’d ever had. Incredible. As her tongue ignited with his
hand through his thick, dark hair and started to rise. Marcia grabbed
another realization dawned. He had never been kissed before. His
his wrist and jerked him down beside her. They both knew he could
mind reeled, then disappeared. Lying flat on the floor and falling.
have resisted.
Had no choice but to wrap his arms tightly around her and hold on.
“You’re so cute,” she giggled. Gave him a quick kiss on the
Thousands of sheets of research lay crumpled, ripped,
cheek.
scattered, and forgotten in the other room. Was it only last night they
“Cute? You think an aging hound dog is cute?”
had made frenzied love on the floor, then coupled gently on the
She stroked his whiskers, which had softened along with the
couch? Well past midnight they frolicked in the shower before finally
five o’clock shadows. It was nearly dark in the living room of his
finding the bed. At midday, he’d awoken to the scent of coffee and
Midtown flat.
strawberry Pop Tarts, which she served him along sweet kisses and
gentle love bites to create a potent aphrodisiac that led to the
strongest climax he’d ever experienced.
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The best sex he’d ever had. And it was the worst! Oh, God, it
“Only conquest.” Her soft eyes grazed his before creaseless
was horrible. Sheer madness. How was it possible? He was at a loss.
lids shuttered them.
This Venus incarnate had set dormant emotions churning. Inside he
His eyes widened in disbelief and his hands squeezed hers.
was brewing and bubbling with great confusion. Marcia Karn made
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not even together a day and already my lover is lying
him feel like the strongest of men and weakest of babes.
to me.”
Stretching, she arched her back like a feline before snuggling
“Lying!” Her eyes flashed and she tried to rise, but he held her
closer to him. Chest to breast, stomach to tummy, groin to loin, they
firm.
instantly sparked and fused as naturally as magnet and iron, though
“Surely you don’t think to have me believe your skills come
which was which was anyone’s guess.
naturally.”
“Good evening, sleepyhead.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Oh.” She relaxed and grinned at him.
“Evening?” She grinned and kissed his shoulder.
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You really are cute, you know. Despite your visionary lens
“Hmmm. It’s no wonder, the way you took advantage me. Or,
into the human psyche, you’re quite old school aren’t you?” She
I should say, the many ways.”
searched his eyes, and, despite his desire to look away, he found
“I took advantage? Me? Why you little vixen!” He tickled her
himself unable to break from their pull. “Adam, darling, of course I’m
until she squirmed and pleaded for release. He obliged, pinning her
no virgin. Sexually, anyway.” Now it was her turn to want to look
beneath him and holding her arms above her head, their hands
away, but he wouldn’t have it. He released her hands and held her
entwined. “Ms. Karn, if memory serves, you were the one seduced
face in his hands.
me. Quite masterfully, in fact, that it pains me to think I am just one
“Meaning?”
of your many conquests.”
She shut her eyes.
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“Marcie, look at me. Tell me,” he commanded softly.
half the globe and risked everything to come to Valhalla. He had to
Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal eyes glazed with wariness
stay focused on the mission.
that shielded him from something sparking just beneath.
Marcia had been right to worry that he might be spotted. He
“It’s like I said. You’re my only conquest. My first. You’re the
was a perennial prize on WOF’s most wanted list. Whoever bagged
only man I’ve ever wanted. The only man I want.”
him would be an instant hero. Many of the organization’s elite would
His body crackled with energy that surged away the dark
be attending the funeral tomorrow so probing eyes and ears would be
tension that had gripped him. He breathed, as if surfacing from a
everywhere. The last thing he needed was a woman from his past to
deep free dive. He smiled and wariness vanished from her eyes,
interfere with the future.
revealing what had been shielded: soft, golden light of love.
High security didn’t bother Reeves. He’d expected it. Karn
“This is madness,” he mumbled as he captured her lips.
had always been paranoid, and rightly so given the impressive list of
“Insanity, really,” she giggled, before succumbing to his
international enemies he had accumulated. Valhalla was well guarded
essential, mind-numbing, breath-stealing, soul-awakening kiss.
at all times, but was now being protected like a World Summit with all
the dignitaries that were paying their respects. Mulling about Valhalla
Adam licked his lips. The memory of the faded wet kiss
was risky, but the potential pay-off made it worthwhile. It would be
returning after a lifetime in the desert. Goddamn Odin Karn! It
his best chance to get a handle on Eli Beight, either in the flesh or on
would almost be worth believing in heaven and hell for the sheer
paper. Given the eccentric natures of Karn and his mysterious
satisfaction of knowing the man’s balls were eternally roasting.
partner, it wasn’t farfetched to believe that a living Beight would show
Adam swiped his palm over his eyes. Lamenting for what had been
up to pay his respects. Reeves believed he could persuade Beight to
lost and could not be retrieved was not the reason he had traveled
reveal the rumored treachery used by the Americans to wrestled
control of WOF in its infancy. On the other hand, if Beight was dead,
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Adam had it on good authority that Karn had kept a file on their
activities. With such proof, Reeves hoped to prevent a bloodbath by
using it to shake up WOF and preempt Lucid Tuesday. Reeves wasn’t
alone in wanting to find the goods. The difference being that other
seekers wanted to erase all traces of Eli Beight.
Adam would play the dull old man. As noticeable as the gray
stone walls of his nemesis’s odd dwelling, he would fade from view
while observing everything.
The aged man gave a nod to the security camera as he
emerged from the garden path and moved at a stiff, leisurely pace
toward the main entrance. No, no one would expect Adam Reeves to
come to Odin Karn’s funeral. Karn was likely cursing him from Hell.
The thought brought a smile to the old man’s face and a hankering
for a juicy steak. Fortunately, he was just in time for dinner.
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food. The sumptuous victuals and sounds of laughter struck her as
obscene under the circumstances. Her dearest papa was dead and
these strangers appeared to be gathering in celebration. She
contemplated scurrying back to her room, but her indecisiveness cost
her.
“The prime rib is excellent, dear,” confided a matronly woman,
Chapter Fourteen
who Joi could not place. The stranger forked a piece and slapped it
onto a plate. “Here’s an extra large piece, it’ll help you keep your
The thought of food made Joi’s stomach somersault. Marcia
strength up.” The woman pressed the plate upon her and she could do
had sent word that she had dosed herself to sleep off a migraine and
nothing but grab it. Joi stared down at the bloody flesh and fought the
would not be joining the houseguests for the evening meal. Mentally
urge to vomit as the woman proceeded to fork another serving for
scolding herself for being annoyed with her mother for abandoning
herself.
her once again, Joi lifted her chin and entered the cavernous hall of
“Now, Mavis, don’t force the poor thing!” scolded a refined
the east wing, which her grandfather had had decorated like a Viking
gentleman with russet hair, graying at the temples. He and the woman
lodge. Complete with a central fire pit albeit with gas logs and
had been introduced to her that morning. It was coming to her.
mounted heads of every type of dead game coveted by man, it was
Beauchard. Ralph and Mavis Beauchard.
aptly named Stag Hall.
Joi conjured her best smile. “Oh, it’s perfectly fine Ralph. I
Human static rippled through the air as most of the
appreciate Mavis’s concern.”
houseguests were already dining at the many long tables. Thankfully
“Well, we appreciate the depth of your loss, dear.” Mavis
unnoticed thus far, Joi stood before a forty-foot-long buffet table
patted her arm.
practically bowing in the middle from the volume and selection of
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“Karn will be missed. It’s a great tribute to the man that so
“Knowing Odin, it likely is,” interjected a distinctively
many have traveled from all over the world to pay respects.”
Bostonian voice.
“Yes, thank you for coming, Ralph.“
The three of them turned to the voice.
“Oh, please don’t thank me. Seeing so many old friends and
“Ralph, Mavis, good to see you again. And Ms. Ohio, I don’t
colleagues brings back memories. Say, I’ve been looking for Eli, have
expect you to remember all the names that were tossed at you at the
you seen him?”
chapel today. Allow me to re-introduce myself, Gordon Sinclair.”
Joi shook her head. “Eli?”
“Yes, Mr. Sinclair, I remember,” Joi said smoothly, not recalling
“Eli Beight.”
his face, but vaguely placing the name with Anders-Bayer-Bristol-Cline-
“No. The name’s not familiar. I don’t believe he’s here.”
Dunn-Glaxo-Johnson-King-Myers-Squibb-Zytra, thankfully known as A-
“Not familiar with the name, eh? He was your Papa’s closest
Z Pharmaceutical. Why did I lie? Instinct. Something told her it would
confidant.“
not be wise to confide any weakness to this man, not even the inability
“Oh, Ralph, leave the poor dear alone!” Mavis shooed her
to recall a face or name.
husband away and guided Joi back to the food. “Now, let’s get your
“I would be most honored if you would join me and other
plate fixed before all this delicious fare disappears!”
friends of your grandfather’s for dinner.” His hand swept toward a
Joi wanted to tell the women enough with the food already,
table nearby where several men and women were sitting.
but maintained neutral politeness instead. “I’m glad that you find the
“Thank you, let me finish my selections and I’ll be over.”
food to your liking and I trust your room is comfortable.”
“Very good.”
“Oh, it’s lovely. We have a view of a fountain that looks to be
She turned to invite Ralph and Mavis, but they were already
straight from Versailles.”
making their way back to their table. Joi handed the plate with the
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bloody flesh to a passing server and took a fresh one. Steamed
“Oh! I am sorry Mr. Nealy. I’ve heard Aqua d’Or is the best
vegetables was all she could stomach tonight.
water on the market, but we don’t serve bottled water at Valhalla.” Joi
felt more than heard a collective sigh. “Our water comes straight from
“So tell me Joi, what have you been doing since Harvard?”
the tap.”
inquired a heavyset man to her left whom she recognized as Walter
Nealy, CEO of Aqua d’Or, the world’s largest water corporation. He
The petite brunette next to him gasped and choked down a
forked a bloody piece of meat into his mouth and chomped with gusto.
mouthful of food.
Was it her imagination or had conversation around the table
Sinclair, sitting across from her, laughed nervously. “You’ve
ceased? Joi removed her napkin from its 14K gold holder and placed
inherited your grandfather’s sense of humor. Surely you don’t drink
it upon her lap before glancing up to note several pair of eyes upon
Sumer water?”
her. A server came by with a water pitcher and began to pour. Hands
“Sumer water?”
flew up to cover water glasses along with several negative utterances.
“Yes,” he said. “Sumer water, public water, from the tap.”
“I’ll have some,” said Joi.
“No. We get all our water from a well.” Ah’s and oh’s rippled
Wide-eyed guests stared back at her. She heard someone
in the air. “Papa was very proud that his estate was completely self-
mumble in askance, she drinks Sumer water?
sufficient, from energy to water.”
Nealy gave a nervous laugh. “I meant to ask you what type of
Rather than trying to sell her on buying his water, Mr. Nealy
bottled water you serve. Odin had a special blend no doubt.”
appeared relieved. “Outstanding! Nothing better than water straight
“No,” said Joi, taking a sip of water.
from the ground.”
“You drink mass produced bottled water?” Nealy’s question
“Ja. Unfortunately, most of the planet doesn’t have that
seemed to echo from each of the other guests.
luxury,” said a man with a German accent and hawkish features seated
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next to Sinclair. “It is fortunate for you to have been shielded from
The collective sigh was palpable. The air settled. Silverware
harsh realities.”
and china clinked. The buzz of conversation resumed.
Nealy’s eyes flashed. “I think what Commandant Piedmont
Mr. Nealy proceeded to expound his daughter's merits,
means is that it was admirable of your grandfather to provide you with
masterfully avoiding mention of her two failed marriages, before
the finer things in life, such as a first-rate education. I’m sure you’ve
Gordon Sinclair leaned toward her.
been putting your advantages to good use.”
“I’d heard rumors that you were working with Odin on his
“Oh, where should I begin Mr. Nealy? I’ve been involved in so
memoirs. Now that you’ve delicately confirmed this to be true, I
many interesting pursuits.”
wonder when we might expect the important endeavor to be
“I understand you spent the last few years here with your
realized?”
grandfather,” Nealy said still chewing and reaching for his wine.
What did he just say? Repressing a giggle at the absurdity of
“Rumor has it you were helping with the writing of his memoirs.”
his formal inquiry, Joi choked on her roll. Manners forgotten by
The air was positively electric. The guests at surrounding
predators focused on the kill, not even an obligatory pat on the back
tables were like tigers sensing prey, motionless but for an occasional
was offered. A dozen pair of eyes glowed about her, and, with her
twitch of an eye or ear. Joi took a sip of water.
own eyes watering, Joi took several sips of water.
“Yes, I was fortunate to spend time here at Valhalla with
“Yes, I am most anxious to read Odin’s story. He was such a
Papa.” Was it a trick of the candlelight or were Nealy’s eyes gleaming?
brilliant man, yet the world knows so little about him,” said a smartly
Shaking off a shudder, Joi reached for the pepper. “Global News aired
dressed brunette Joi recognized to be Jean Montrose, a former U.S.
a brilliant piece on your daughter Charlene last week. She certainly
Senator from Texas.
has done well for herself. You must be so proud.”
“Quite so,” agreed the British ambassador. “The last of the
king makers.”
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“Speaking of king makers,” interjected Nealy. “Has anyone
“I have so enjoyed our conversation, but I really must stop by
seen Eli Beight?”
all the tables and bid my guests goodnight before I retire. Please make
A tingle feathered down her spine. There was that name
yourself at home and call upon the staff for anything you need.”
again. Joi reached for her wine.
The predators offered tight smiles and narrowed eyes.
“I say, now there’s someone we don’t see about.”
There were nods and spoken agreements. All eyes turned to
Having made her obligatory rounds, Joi left Stag Hall and
Joi in askance. She maintained her pleasant demeanor, slipped a baby
headed for the stairs to the east wing. She nearly jumped out of her
carrot between her lips and chewed and chewed and chewed.
skin as an unexpectedly nimble elderly gentleman swept down the
“Is Eli expected, Joi?” Sinclair finally asked, somewhat tightly.
stairs and into her path.
“No, not that I am aware.”
“Pardon me, my dear.” Adam Reeves gently grasped her by
She felt another collective sigh ripple among the guests.
the shoulders to keep them from colliding.
“That would truly be a shame,” commented Sinclair. “Aside
“Oh! I’m so sorry.”
from your grandfather, Beight was perhaps the most influential man
His laugh rumbled like distant thunder. “Please don’t
behind the scenes at the turn of the century.”
apologize. I was the one who didn’t look both ways before stepping
Joi opened her mouth to ask him how so.
into traffic.”
“Joi knows that, of course, Gordie,” said a bubbly blond seated
It took him a moment to realize that his analogy was lost on
next to him. “Why I bet she could tell us some stories to make our
Joi. She’d likely never driven a car let alone crossed a busy street.
toes curl and hair stand on end, what with helping Odin with his
This caused him to chuckle again. “I was about to pour a nightcap,
memoirs.”
care to join me?”
The guests leaned in. Joi pushed her chair back and stood.
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Without answering, Joi allowed the stranger to lead her into
Joi raised her brow. Was this the mysterious Eli Beight?
the library and to one of two wingback chairs by the fireplace. She
“My toast is this, dear lady. For all my life I have planned and
wondered how he knew how to find the library as he continued to a
plotted and sought to know all there was to know. Of the human
side table and poured them each a healthy glass of scotch. Joi
psyche, the human condition, of myself perhaps. Oddly, though, I
pressed a button near the hearth and flames leapt around the gas
rarely thought to question that which I already knew and took for
logs. She then settled back to watch him. He was tall and lean, and
granted. And now, as my life winds down, I think that is where I will
moved with an elegant efficiency of one who was comfortable in his
find my greatest woe and greatest joy.”
own skin. She blushed as he turned and caught her assessing him.
The clinking of his glass to hers echoed in her mind, for
“I have a confession, Ms. Ohio. I’m not much on socializing.
seconds, for an eternity. His dark eyes commanded hers. Trapped
Rather than feign interest with a bunch of strangers at dinner, I’ve
inside the black depths, she felt a knowing stir. It was as if her soul
been taking an unguided tour of Valhalla. That’s how I knew about
was waking. The rubbing of sleep encrusted eyes on the verge of
the library and your grandfather’s fine selection of liquor.” He
opening.
handed her a glass, settled into the chair opposite her.
“Jacob Hamm at your service Ms. Joi Ohio.”
“But aren’t you hungry?”
The connection snapped. Joi blinked. “Wh-what?”
“Had a tray sent to my room.”
“You may call me Jake. I’m an old acquaintance of both your
“Two confessions and I don’t even know your name.”
grandfather and your mother.”
He raised his glass. “A toast.”
Joi sipped her whiskey, welcoming the smooth burn. “How do
“Perhaps introductions are-”
you know my mother?”
“Pah! What’s a name? A label someone else gives us, or we
“And your grandfather.”
give ourselves. It can be changed on a whim, or misplaced.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
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“Though Odin was a man to be reckoned with, I must tell you
He shrugged. “No reason. Idle curiosity. He’s one of the top
that you are fortunate to have inherited your mother’s beauty.”
men at WOF, after all.”
“Thank you.”
“Really? I didn’t know.”
Reeves couldn’t miss the tightness in her voice. “Sinclair
“He heads up the world’s supply of pharmaceuticals, which
couldn’t take his eyes off you at dinner.”
automatically places him on WOF’s Board of Directors. Odin never
“I thought you avoided the dining hall?”
introduced the two of you?”
“I avoided sitting down to dinner, but I did hover for a bit to
“No. Should he have?”
observe the circus.”
Adam shrugged. “I just assumed your grandfather was
That earned him a glimpse of a smile. Joi shrugged. “I’m
tutoring you to take over the helm, so it would be natural that he
growing somewhat accustomed to the stares. I suppose it’s natural
would make the players known to you and vice versa.”
that people would be curious about me, given who my grandfather
“Papa-my grandfather, use to entertain players, as you call
was. And, although he dedicated his life to public service, Papa was a
them, frequently. That was years ago. I was a little girl and he made
private person. I am, too, for that matter, and have to confess that
it a point to shield me from adult business.”
the scrutiny is a bit unsettling. Maybe it was the accumulation of a
“I see. Did he also shield you from close associates, er-friends,
long day of such attention, but tonight at dinner I felt especially like a
like E-“
guppy in a fishbowl.”
“Eli Beight? What is it about that man? Why is it that I
“People would stare regardless. You’re a beautiful woman.”
continue to be interrogated by strangers?”
She blushed and gazed into the fire.
Her flash of temper took Reeves by surprise. Pleasant
“I take it you’re not acquainted with Gordon Sinclair?”
surprise.
“No, why?”
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“I’m sorry. It’s rude of me to ask so many questions, and no
Joi couldn’t suppress a grin. She’d never heard anyone call
doubt you have felt like you’re being held under the proverbial
her mother anything but Marcia.
microscope.”
“I take it she never told you about me… about us.”
“You’re no more impertinent than the other strangers who
She shook her head and took another sip of scotch. “My
have swooped down upon Valhalla.”
mother tells me little. She never speaks about the past. At least not
“Vultures? Yes, I suppose that’s how we must appear. We’re
to me. Were you in love?”
very much like your grandfather.”
Adam looked at her for a moment then gazed at the amber
“How dare you!” Joi started to rise. Adam gently shackled her
liquid in his glass. God, it was like sitting across from a ghost. He
wrist. “Please don’t go. No disrespect was intended.”
had thought that Karn would have done everything in his power make
This man didn’t make her skin crawl the way Sinclair and the
Joi nearer his own image, to erase any trace of Marcie. The SOB had
others had. His gentle restraint calmed more than threatened. She
tried his best no doubt. But he hadn’t altered the girl, at least not
sat back down and he released her.
physically. She was as fair and fine as her mother. Eyes as blue and
“The visitors in the hall, like myself, are obsessed with
earnest. Yet there was a difference. There was an absence of
knowing everything about everyone and everything. It’s how we’ve
wariness in the daughter.
made our way in the world. How we continue to survive.”
“Yes, we were in love. Very much so, or so I thought.” He
“And just who or what were you to my grandfather?”
took a deep pull of the whiskey.
“I won’t pretend that we were close. Odin and I traveled the
“I’m sure you were. It really means nothing that Marcia never
same social circles for a time, before you were born. That was I how I
mentioned you.” Pain flashed across his eyes. “I-I don’t mean that it
met Marcie.”
means nothing. That you meant nothing. I’m sure she loved you.
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What I’m trying, very poorly, to say is that she never talks about the
“Look, I don’t know who you think Marcie is, but a doting
past. We hardly talk at all.” She laughed nervously.
mother she is not. My grandfather raised me. He’s the only parent I
“And your father?”
have­had.”
Joi shook her head. “My father died before I was born.”
The Marcie Adam remembered never would have given up her
Adam reigned in his surprise. He believed Henry Blair still
child willingly. Certainly not to her father. But what did he know?
lived, and certainly had been alive into the teens starring in Agent PM
He wouldn’t have thought she would have ripped out his heart and
a ghastly series of B-movies about a playboy spy who doubled as the
casually tossed it in the dumpster, either.
Prime Minister of Great Britain in his spare time. Why had Joi been
“Forgive me, I shouldn’t have pried.”
told her father was dead?
They sipped scotch and stared into the fire in silence. Rather
“How dreadful for you. What of his family? Don’t they share
than feeling uncomfortable in the quiet, Joi felt strangely at ease.
their history with you?”
Though the stranger did pry, she realized that he was the first person
She shook her head. “I’ve never met any relatives on my
to have ever asked her about her father. When she had grown old
father’s side. From what Papa told me, my father’s parents died when
enough to be curious about him, her grandfather had explained that
he was young. He had no siblings, no relatives to speak of.”
all she needed to know was that he was a brave patriot, who would
His brow furrowed. “Surely Marcie has shared stories with
have loved her dearly. But he died long before she was born.
you-“
“It was an unspoken rule,” she said softly. “We were to never
Joi shook her head.
speak of my father. Papa had once explained that the pain from the
“You’re mother never told you about how they met and fell in
loss of my father had stolen her mind, making it impossible for her to
love? Told you about your fath-“
care for me.”
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The Marcie he had known was stronger than that. Yet it was
possible that she had lost the man she loved, the father of her child.
Yes, her mind had been taken from her. As the diabolical pieces fell
into place, his attention was drawn back to the special child sitting
across from him.
“All I have of my father is a couple of photos and his silver
star.“
“Oh?”
“Yes, he was a war hero.”
“Really.”
“Gave his life to bring democracy to the Middle East.”
“Ah.”
“And, I have his name, of course.”
“His name?”
“Ohio.”
Adam nodded and whispered to himself. “Born in the fall of
2004.”
Joi’s mouth formed an O of surprise.
Adam shrugged and offered a lopsided grin as he heart did a
flip at the expected Joi that he had stumbled upon.
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“Our Unigents are firmly in place as key decision makers in all
top markets worldwide.” Green dots lit up across the globe. “And
they’re setup in the top fifty to one-hundred markets in roles ranging
from news directors to air personalities.” Yellow lights appeared,
erasing more of the dark areas.
“And they have been instructed to do what?” asked Bryce
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McLaughlin, Director, Satellite Abduction.
“Nothing unless they have to,” Trini said. This drew a ripple
The team’s higher than cloud nine thought Jax as he made his
of laughter. “We expect your team to have masterfully jammed GNN’s
way through the control center, which was zapping with energy and
satellites, so in less than…what? Ten seconds?”
purpose. He’d just come from the broadcast division, where he had
Bryce shook his head. “Nooo! Three. Five tops.”
met with the managers overseeing two dozen teams made up of
“Excellent. Network monitors around the globe will think
thousands of engineers, technicians, linguists and translators of more
there was a solar flare-up or something inconsequential. Then the
than three dozen languages, and other information specialists working
feed returns. Biz as usual. Except that what viewers and listeners see
at DA and in the field worldwide. The ramp-up for Lucid Tuesday was
and hear won’t be the rancid fodder fed from GNN.”
on schedule. If the comments he had just heard were accurate, five
Nysith Rabindranth, Director of Linguistics asked, “And we are
years of combined meticulous planning and execution was about to
positive that the reactive scenarios we have planned for will happen?”
pay off.
“As positive as we can be. Understand, not all of our
Trina Mfumi, Director of field operations for Operation Lucid
transmission will get through. Most will. And we are certain we can
had given a stellar update as the team of thirty viewed the world map
that was projected upon the entire fifty-foot presentation wall.
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stop all of GNN programming, which means none of theirs will get
“What reporters? Journalism classes and degrees, even at
through.”
prestigious schools like Columbia and Northwestern were eliminated a
Chris Braun, who had just returned from a successful TLP
decade ago.”
mission in India, asked, “But other channels like ESPN, Home Shopping
“Incredible! I had no idea.”
Network, and HBO won’t be affected?”
“You’ve just come in from Op TLP, Chris, so you weren’t here
“Right. Only channels that receive news and news-related
for the history lesson. I understand your assumptions. You look old
programming from GNN.” Trini touched her thumb to her digi and
enough to remember the hey-day of network news.”
test scenarios began to play on the massive screen. “The basics… One.
“Look that bad, huh?”
Stations that are well infiltrated will use our feeds without incident.
Trini wiggled her brows. “Look pretty good from here, mate.”
This goes for most audio broadcasts: FM and AM radio, netcasts,
“Well, now, I do all I can to shun free radicals—and I don’t
digicasts. Most smaller market TV stations as well, main and sub
mean loose liberals!”
digital channels. Two. Stations and networks that have Unigents in
Laughter rippled through the room.
key positions will keep broadcasting our message as long as the
“With inception of Global Network News some twenty years
unigent can keep command. Three. Some facilities will shut down our
ago, reporters and anchors with abilities to do little more than read
feed, but they won’t be able to access GNN’s feed. And since stations
the prompter started becoming obsolete,” Trini explained. “WOF had
don’t keep canned programming anymore, they’ll have nothing to air.”
begun to take control of information years before, of course. Had an
“But they can create local news,” said Chris Braun.
iron grip by the teens via GNN. Wasn’t all that difficult with media
Trini smiled and shook her head, “Don’t have the resources.”
news and entertainment having been distilled into similar outpourings
“What about the reporters?”
through a series of deregulation that began in the latter part of the
Muffled laughter. Chris frowned.
twentieth century. By the early twenty-first century, worldwide media
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was controlled by handful of companies. WOF’s problem wasn’t
“That’s nothing. What we’re about to serve up is going to
controlling mainstream content. It was how to control free-thinking
create world-wide acid redux that no purple pill in the world can cure.”
people. Those not willing to participate in its propaganda, either by
creating and disseminating it or consuming it without question. The
trick, of course, was to make people think they did have a choice.”
Marshall Sanbujuma sat cross-legged, leaning back on large
Chris looked perplexed. “But GNN has a monopoly.”
pillows hand-dyed with bright patterns of animals and symbols from
“Exactly. But the public didn’t know it, and still doesn’t.
his native land of Zimbabwe. Cormante pacing back and forth above
Global Information Network, through the leadership of Nigel Grey,
him like a disgruntled tiger complementing the ambiance.
took the successful American talking head model of delivery and jock-
“Some pills are just too hard to swallow, Marshall! Telling
less radio content model and came up with pre-fabbed news and
them what’s happened would be bad medicine.”
information tailored to every region of the world and every
“So what are you saying, man? That you still believe power
demographic. The content was created through mother ships called
will trump force? That you would have them believe that Adam is still
Global News Network and Global Net Online. Programming frame was
leading us? That you are still his heir-apparent?
simple, simple, simple. Business, sports, weather; greed, violence,
“We sure as hell can’t announce that he’s bailed! They’ve got
fear—mix these up any which way, result is the same. Content was
to believe they can do this! The Unicouncil may have suspended belief
driven first by the thirteen major WOF conglomerates; second by
and agreed to Lucid for self-preservation, but the people cling to the
regional business and government interests. Add a generous splash of
hope that Lucid will be the global convergence of unity and
anything sex related, a dash of celebrity lifestyles, and a pinch of
cooperation among humankind that we’ve struggled for. They still
apolitical local human interest story “hometown” flavor and voila!”
look to Adam as the prophet. The power of belief, man! Remember?”
Braun said, “Sounds like a recipe for indigestion.”
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Marshall’s friendship with Reeves went back thirty years, to
Jax tossed a pillow at his head. Marshall snatched it and slid
KIPP’s infancy. Long before thoughts of WOF, Arians, or Aquarians
it behind his head.
surfaced. He and Jax were the only two people who knew that Reeves
“To keep expanding power, heh? In hopes that someday it
wasn’t coming back. And knew the reason why.
would reach the critical mass to displace force. But then, Jax, we
“Look, brother. I am not going to give up. We are too close to
learned about the EIS and how, between gently doping the masses with
beginning the new dream cycle. But what do we tell them?”
spiked water and specialized propaganda, WOF could control virtually
Jax collapsed on the pillows across from him. “The truth.”
all the people on the planet by keeping them in the force zone. So our
“I thought you just said we weren’t going to tell them about
plan changes, heh?”
Adam.”
“Yes. But the ultimate goal hasn’t.”
“No, not that truth. The truth.”
“Has it not?”
“Oh, come now, my friend! Whose truth? Yours? Mine?
“No. If Fini proved anything, it proved that Adam was right.
Adam’s?”
Force can never get us to power!
“The truth we all agreed upon.”
Marshall’s eyes widened. Rolled. “You cannot be for real.
Marshall laughed with the lightness of a bird, as had always
Cannot! Where is your memory bank? We lost because we didn’t use
been his way. “Refresh my memory. Speaking only for myself, I’ve
force.”
agreed to many truths…they all seem to run together like a child’s
“No, we lost because we hadn’t acquired enough power.”
watercolor.”
“And you think we have now?”
“The pact we made after Fini. The reason we’ve been in this
“No. Why do you think I abstained when we voted about how
mole hole for the better part of sixteen years.”
to conduct Lucid Tuesday? The majority wanted force. The Arians
“Besides to save our aging hides?”
rolled over the Aquarians.”
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“No, Jax. More evolved Arians will make way for Aquarians.”
“What?”
“Look around you, Marshall. No one here but me, you, and the
It was Smidley. “Jax, we’ve been monitoring Adam’s signal like
bats. Get real.”
you asked. It’s been at the same point in west Texas for more than
“It’s real! Why not? If we use higher force to launch power
twenty four hours.”
over weaker force? We make room for power.”
“Texas? What the hell is he—damn!” Jax stood up and headed
Jax sat up. “Jesu! You sound like St. John!”
for the door.
“No, man! No, I do not! St. John and the Arians operated from
“Jax, mon, where are you going?” Marshall jumped up.
force, period! They never bought into power. Merging with them
Jax stopped at the door and walked back to Marshall and
almost destroyed us.”
embraced him.
“Wrong! No almost about it.”
“I believe in you, old friend,” he said softly. He pulled back,
“So you agree with me?”
gripped his shoulders. “We’ll see each other soon, one way or
Jax took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Could he even
another.”
remember which truth they had agreed upon. His eyes opened as he
“That is the only truth I still believe, my friend.”
exhaled. “What I believe doesn’t matter. Lucid Tuesday is going to
happen. What the results will be will depend upon the people of the
Daj slipped out from the shadows and blocked Jax’s path as
world. Hell, we probably won’t live to see the results, isn’t that the
he rushed from Marshall’s chamber.
way of it?”
“Where are you off to in such a hurry Jaxie?”
“So you will let me handle it from here?”
“An urgent matter to see to.” He tried to step around her.
“You already are.”
She countered his move. “Concerning Lucid?”
Jax’s digi beeped.
He slid around her. “Daj, I don’t have time for this.”
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“It’s about Adam, isn’t it? You’re going after him.”
up was on, Lucid would happen, and there was nothing any one person
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I’m going after
could do to stop it. He had to get to Adam.
him.”
“I’ve got to go. I’m sorry if I’ve been short with you. You
“It is my business, Jaxie. Need I remind you, I’m co-chair of
know I love ya, babe.” He wrapped his arms around her expecting to
the executive committee. Lucid is three days away and the last thing
feel the Daj liquid warmth that infused your being upon contact. He
we can afford is a loose cannon falling into WOF’s hands!”
felt chilled to the bone. He pulled backed, looked into her eyes. The
He skidded to a halt. “Adam is not now nor has he ever been a
spark was missing.
loose cannon.”
“Hey, Diamond, are you OK?”
“He’s been a basket case since Fini. Had I known he was
This time when she flipped the switch the smile turned on.
thinking of sneaking out of DA, I would have had him locked up.”
Pecked his cheek. “Better than ever, Jaxie. Go. Find Adam.”
“Do you hear yourself? Are you sure you’re ready to free the
Jax grinned and hurried away.
Sumers? Would all of them meet your criteria for stability?”
Daj’s smiled vanished. “So long old friend. You won’t be
“No. That’s not my plan.”
coming back to DA so I pray you make it to the safe place.”
Jax cocked his head. “Your plan?”
“Our plan. Our plan, my darling one.” Her mouth split apart,
to summon her trademark diamond smile and had no idea it did not
appear in Jax’s eyes. “The Sumers will be monitored until we gain back
stability, remember?”
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“Surely it hasn’t been so long—“
She slapped his shoulder. “Oh, you know what I mean! How
did you get into my room?”
He stroked her upper arm. “I have my ways.” He captured her
mouth again. She gasped in surprise before kissing him back.
Finally coming up for air. “Adam, this is madness! You must
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leave! If anyone were to find you here.”
“No one is going to find me.” He nibbled her neck and she
If safe and secure had a scent, she was inhaling it. And it was
found it impossible not to giggle. He smiled, glad that some things
coming from something warm and solid. Intoxicated, she snuggled
hadn’t changed between them.
deeper, wanting to submerge her entire being into the musky heat.
“I thought that after our parting in the gardens you wouldn’t
Strange, she couldn’t remember feeling so cherished since…no, this
want to speak to me let alone…” She bit the corner of her lower lip. A
couldn’t be right. She must be dreaming. Her hands traced along his
habit that still charmed him.
spine. He felt real. Warm. Lean muscle. His beard scraped her cheek.
He stroked her hair. “It seems your father was right about one
She smiled and kissed his neck. His hand caressed and then cupped
thing after all. I am, it seems, quite mad. After the way you callously
her face, drawing her mouth up toward his. The kiss. His kiss. It was
shunned me all those years ago, I should either be hostile or, better
like no other. Fluid like a dream, yet solid. Sensual. All consuming.
still, indifferent. But I am neither.” His mouth brushed hers and
Most definitely real.
turned into a slow, sweet kiss that assaulted far worse than if he had
Marcia’s eyes flew open. Her head jerked backed.
berated her for the pain she had caused him. Reluctantly, his lips
Adam smiled lazily.
parted from hers.
“What are you doing?”
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Sighing, he settled onto his back next to her and stared up at
Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes and she impatiently
the ceiling. “After seeing you again, I don’t know how I am ever going
brushed them aside. “Oh, Adam. You’ve no idea. I can’t remember
to live without you.”
half of what he did, but what I do remember is ghastly. He was a
They turned their faces to each other. The haunted look he
monster!” She sat up and rubbed her temples. “I can’t remember! I
had seen in the chapel and just before she grew ill in the garden
don’t want to!”
passed across her eyes again.
“Don’t want to? Why?”
“We can’t. We mustn’t.” She started to rise. He pushed her
She heard the hurt in his voice. “It’s not that I wanted to bury
back and looked down at her.
you…us. The pain…debilitating God awful pain! I use to try…use to
“Marcie, listen to me. I know that you love me, that you have
have thoughts, feelings, knowings—“
always loved me. You going off with Blair never added up.”
“About us?”
Her fingertips flew to her temples.
“Yes, us and the months just before and after I left you.”
“Headache?”
“You don’t remember us?”
She nodded. “I thought it had subsided, but it’s coming back.”
“Yes, of course, of course. It’s just the details, you know. Oh,
He clenched his jaw. Her reaction confirmed the theory that
it’s all the drugs and drink, I suppose.”
had started to form in his mind as the pieces began to fall together.
“No, I don’t think so. You never cared for either.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Like it always does when you think of me, of us.
She gave a hollow laugh. “Contraire, my pet, you’ve not been
Hmm?”
around these last decades. And yet…I don’t seem to have a problem
He watched the wheels turn. Contrary to what Odin had tried
remembering things going back to my childhood.”
to make her seem to the world and what he had made her come to
“What don’t you remember?”
believe about herself, Marcia wasn’t dumb and she wasn’t a fruitcake.
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“It’s natural I suppose. I’ve blocked out our breakup and
up in a sanitarium. Oh, God! Saying it aloud makes it all sound like a
months, perhaps even a couple of years after. Thoughts I can’t quite
Sidney Sheldon novel. You must think I really should be helped into a
grasp. You know, on the tip of my tongue. Each time I get close to
straight jacket.”
seizing them I get a headache that splits my skull in two.”
He held her as she wept from the pain shooting through her
“What about memories of your time married to Blair and the
head, which he now surmised was caused by a memory inhibitor
birth of Joi.”
implant, and from the grief that had festered inside her for years and
She shook her head. “It’s the oddest thing. No inkling. It’s
he had forced her to prick open. Given what she had been through it
like I was never married to Henry. I have no sense of it.”
would be a miracle if she wasn’t imbalanced.
Adam nodded. She was confirming his worst suspicions.
“So you see,” she sobbed. “J-Joi…”
Karn, the evil genius, had screwed with his own daughter’s head.
Yes, Joi. Joi Ohio. It all finally made sense to him. Adam
“And Joi’s father? It wasn’t Blair, was it.”
recalled the last time he’d seen Odin Karn. After several unsuccessful
Her eyes widened. She shook her head.
attempts at scheduling a meeting with Karn, he had followed him from
“A war hero named Ohio.”
his office to his Arlington home on a bitterly cold evening in February
She put her face in her hands.
2004.
“Never existed, did he?”
Karn emerged from his Mercedes quite aware he had been
“Joi. Joi Ohio. My father gave her that name. My, God, I was
followed and by whom. Reeves had already bolted from his Jaguar to
so messed up back them, I couldn’t even be a proper mother. I tried.
Karn’s vehicle and pulled the driver’s door wide as soon as Karn
But he wouldn’t let me!” She grasped her hands around her skull and
popped it open.
rocked herself to ride out the pain. “Even after I promised never to see
“What the devil are you about, Reeves?”
you…never to tell you, he still took her away from me. Had me locked
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“You may think you can do anything you damned well please,
planned. Hurt her because she saw with her own eyes what a twisted,
but you won’t keep avoiding me.”
cruel man you are. It’s impossible for you to comprehend, but we love
Karn plodded up the drive toward the house. “We’ve nothing
each other and trust each other. We also know and accept each other’s
to say to each other.”
lesser qualities, and Marcie knows seedy brothels aren’t one of my
“The hell we don’t! Your last desperate stunt didn’t work by
weaknesses.”
the way.”
“If I hurt my daughter it was only to save her from a greater
Karn’s hand was reaching for the front door. “I don’t know
pain to come. You’re a loser and you’re going down. I’ll not have my
what-“
flesh and blood slide down with you.”
Reeves grabbed him by the shoulder, swung him around, and
“The only person who has ever brought Marcie down is you.”
slammed him against the heavy oak door. Karn glanced down at the
“You know nothing of a father’s love.”
hand on his shoulder with distaste.
“Love! The word sounds obscene falling from you lips.”
“Hardly the behavior of a man who claims he operates at
“Obscene? You talk to me of obscenity. Laying your filthy
higher states of enlightenment.”
communist hands on my daughter is as foul as it gets.”
Adam removed his hand. “It’s hard not to lower one’s self
Reeves gave a brittle laugh. “Communist? Save that bullshit
when trying to communicate on your level.”
label for the ignorant right-wing talk radio crowd.”
“Your sense of direction, like your priorities are askew.
“You should have heeded my advice months ago. I didn’t set
You’ve no idea to what level you’re attempting to reach. Better for you
out to destroy you. You’re too insignificant; waste of my time. That
that you stay where you belong, the fall would kill you.”
fruity organization you’ve founded will wreck you eventually in any
“Ah, a less oblique threat. We make progress. Listen, Karn.
event.”
Marcie got the doctored photos. Your despicable gimmick hurt her as
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“KIPP as it happens grows more powerful each day, and that’s
elitist in denial; a disgrace to your class. A snob pretending to be the
gotta scare the bejeebers out of you. It’s only one of a few groups on
common man. You stand high upon the stage, preaching brotherly
the Left with resources like the Federalist Society, Heritage Foundation,
love and sisterly cooperation to the masses kneeling at your feet.
and Carlyle Group. Resources that can be used to uncover dirty tricks
Shuck and jive and pretend to be one of them, but it’s only a matter of
and shady deals used to mug democracy.”
time before the smoke clears and the mirror cracks. Better chug up
“It’s freezing out here. I’ll turn blue listening to your rants.”
the accolades because after the piss-poor performance you just gave,
Karn put his hand on the doorknob.
I’m closing you down.”
“Diebold. You’ve lined up victory before a single vote as been
Karn had been true to his word and within a month Joi had
cast.”
disappeared from Adam’s life. Shortly after, the FBI seized KIPP’s
“You’re mad.” Karn turned the knob.
properties and assets. He was arrested on terrorist conspiracy charges
Reeves pushed his shoulder between Karn and the door. “I’ve
that were eventually dismissed­not because they were untrue, but
got proof.”
because Karn’s manufactured evidence was too flimsy. Karn could still
“Proof? Of what? A conspiracy to steal the election? Go
claim victory as the damage to Reeves finances and public image was
ahead, make my frickin’ day and call the networks.”
extensive. Reeves was licking his wounds in Paris when he heard a
Reeves shook his head. “They’re all owned by the same
news of the GOP’s joy at miraculously winning Ohio and holding on to
corporations that own you. I don’t think so. See, I don’t give a tinker’s
White House.
damn about your election. Two elitist political parties striving for
mediocrity, have at it! Just leave Marcie and me alone.”
“Oh, Adam, I’m so sorry. I had no idea what my father was
Now it was Karn’s turn to laugh. “Elitist parties? You better
capable of.”
damned well believe it. Know what your problem is Reeves? You’re an
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“Shh, darling. It’s all right, no decent person would have
believed it.”
Tears were streaming down Marcia’s face. Adam held her as
she let loose pain that had been casked and fermenting for decades.
Sobs rose up from her soul and racked her slender frame. After a
time, she collapsed against him. He lay her down and spooned himself
around her, caressing her tear-stained cheeks with his mouth and
hands and whispering a lifetime of endearments until they both
drifted off and dreamed together as one, again.
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because the ever-present possibility of inhaling nasty bugs or poisons
kept the Sumers inside their designated podswork, home, and
communal centerswhere they belonged.
LeBonn abhorred low-class travel, but it had been necessary to
avoid identification. Negotiating with the Chinese was an oxymoronic
endeavor yet there was no other alternative. The EuroMed leaders
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were insisting on a new U.S. president and wanted China’s backing,
which would come by winning the support of Prime Minister Jai Ti
Mike LeBonn stepped off the Zephyr and slaked his way
Teng. LeBonn was well aware that the Americans were also wooing
through the sea of humanity at Beijing Station. Though fully encased,
Teng with equal fervor. They wanted Gregory Hale to remain
he still felt susceptible to airborne viruses that traveled the leaden air,
president-for-life therefore retain the power of chairman of the World
which Rulers and Consorts, like himself, distastefully referred to as
Board. LeBonn was sure he held the ace that would block their wishes.
cooties. The air in every major city on the planet was suspect. His
A man encased in a red envirosuit with an official seal on his
class wasn’t overly concerned with air quality. They lived above or
headgear stepped in front of LeBonn. His voice tinned through the
beyond the masses; miles and miles from most polluted areas in
mask. “Mao Tse Tung secretly admired Elvis.”
atmoshield protected Consort and Ruler communities and estates, and
“Blue suede shoes and red armies all fade away.”
even as far as space to triple E spasextravagant, exclusive, and
“It is honor to meet you, Mr. LeBonn. I am Ji Chen, your escort
expensivesuch as the Reagan Ranch, Club Venus Williams, and Star
in Beijing.”
Gates. When they did venture into big cities, they did so via hovers
“A pleasure, sir. Do you think we might get away from this
and “A” trains, frequenting buildings where air and water was purified.
churning sea of humanity to a more advanced venue?”
They appreciated the benefit of environmental segregation, in fact,
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A short time later, Chen led LeBonn to the entrance of a public
following and locking the door. Despite the mask, Mike gagged from
restroom. Hardly what LeBonn had in mind. Chen entered the short
the stench.
hall to the men’s side and disappeared around the corner. A few
“What the hell is going on?”
moments passed before his head shot back around toward LeBonn,
Chen put his hand over LeBonn’s masked and shook his head.
who was still standing at the entrance.
He then turned to the stall’s side wall and began pressing the number
“Come,” Chen instructed in a loud whisper.
pad on the automated toilet paper holder. The case popped open,
LeBonn’s mask blocked the odd look he gave him. “I’m fine,
revealing another keypad. He entered more numbers and a three-foot
thank you.”
by three-foot section of the wall slid back where its corner met the
Human traffic shuttled both ways between them.
back wall, revealing a passageway.
“Come.” He motioned with his hand. “Passage this way.”
Chen shut the toilet dispenser. “Quickly, we have fifteen
Mike glanced around quickly, then shrugged. If they were
seconds before close.” He scurried into the opening and Ferry
being followed it would be impossible to tell in this sardine can. He
followed, getting his feet in just before the wall ground back into
pushed his way to Chen. There were long lines for the ten dozen
place.
urinals and half as many stalls. Chen grabbed LeBonn’s upper arm
They were in a cement tunnel, pitch black and cold. It was a
and dragged him toward the far wall and last stall while shouting in a
tight squeeze. Mike crawled into Chen and lifted his head as he
dialect LeBonn couldn’t follow. The men in line scattered and the pair
shuffled back.
quickly reached the stall door. Chen pounded on the door and
“Shit!” he screamed as his head collided with cement.
continued his urgent discourse. The sound of a toilet flushing and the
“What? What?”
stall door opening happened simultaneously. A little old man rushed
“I cracked my frickin’ head wide open, that’s what bloody
out of the stall, hauling up his pants. Chen shoved LeBonn inside,
happened!”
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“No, no, no! No blood. No light. No tools for stitches!”
“Jade virus.”
He rubbed the back of his crown. Didn’t find a tear in the
“You told them I had it?”
suit’s hood. “There’s no blood! Let’s get the hell on with it shall we?”
“Yes.”
“Good. No standing. We crawl. Follow me.”
“Ah. Lucky you didn’t start an all out riot.”
“You might have warned me to wear knee pads,” complained
Jade virus had swept through north and central China in the
LeBonn after they had crawled what seemed like the length of a
twenties. Its symptoms were much like the flu until after three days
football field.
when the body would take on a greenish cast and large boils would
“Another fifty meters and then we reach stairs.”
appear in the armpit, throat, and groin areas, much like the bubonic
“Stairs?”
plague. Though actual numbers were suppressed, millions were
“Yes, we climb above Beijing Station to elevators then to roof
thought to have died from it. No one was sure what caused it and
hover pad.”
there was no cure, yet the disease was officially reported to be under
“Any reason we couldn’t have taken a different route, say the
control.
stairwell or an elevator?”
A hovercraft was indeed waiting to shuttle LeBonn across the
“Public access no go that far. Besides, cannot risk being seen.
vast city to the roof of a heavily guarded fortress that had once been
Enemies everywhere.”
part of the Forbidden City. He saw little of the largest city in the world
LeBonn cursed to himself. The man was right. He couldn’t
as the shuttle hummed through dense, dark smog. China, he knew,
chance being spotted. This was, after all, an unofficial visit. Very
claimed some of the filthiest air in the world due, in part, to the
unofficial.
Chinese continued love affair with the automobile that had began with
“What did you say to those men back there to get them to
the birth of its middle-class at the turn of the century. The sheer
scurry like rats from the bowels of a sinking ship?”
volume of cars wasn’t the worst problem though. It was the long
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tradition of using coal to power both industry and consumer
against the proletariat. Quite remarkable. A twist only the ghosts of
electricity. Coal remained cheap and abundant, so it was used to
the past would appreciate. LeBonn chuckled to himself as he pictured
generate power for both consumers and industry despite being highly
Mao scowling and Reagan grinning.
toxic. In their quest for world dominance in industry and
A short time later he was ushered through massive double
manufacturing and to grow its consumer class, China avoided
doors into a cavernous hall. Icy blue light streamed in from high
environmental and health protections.
windows and turned into golden haze as it filtered through the
China’s industrial revolution created the same human and
hundreds of candle-shaped bulbs on a dozen ornate chandeliers
environmental degradation that had happened in Britain and the
suspended from the thirty-foot ceiling. Massive tapestries depicting
United States in nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Signs of the
quiet scenes of nature graced the walls. A plush carpet of red
disease had been seen before: use of cheap and slave labor that preyed
caressed the length of the marble aisle, splitting the room in two.
on women and children; filthy and dangerous working conditions;
Three tiers of polished mahogany benches ran three quarter the length
brutal assault on natural resources; destruction of wildlife and wild
of the room, ending just short of a dais, centered near the back wall,
places; and the ripple effects like air and water pollution, drought, and
upon which sat a long marble table and five chairs. The center chair
floods. But the Chinese industrial revolution was different because it
was above the others, like a throne. A door to the right of the dais
happened at lightening speed, with no barriers. And no incentive to
opened and four men, dressed in business suits, entered the hall and
avoid the pitfalls the West had already tripped upon. The single party,
made their way to stand behind the chairs on either side of the throne.
nondemocratic government embraced full-fledged capitalism with a
“Good afternoon, Mr. LeBonn, please, take a seat,” instructed
vengeance. The Chinese communists ignored the part of their political
the man to the left of the center chair, motioning to a chair just to the
theory that was communal and for the good of the all, in favor of the
right of the dais. LeBonn recognized him to be Wen Ching, Secretary
economic theory that was individualistic and pitted the bourgeoisie
General. As Prime Minister, only Jai Ti Teng wielded more power.
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LeBonn made his way to stand before the dais.
LeBonn had spent nearly forty-eight hours traversing half the
“Please sit.”
globe, staying one step ahead of WOF’s eyes to make it to this meeting,
LeBonn didn’t even glance at the chair. “I’ll wait for Prime
and wasn’t about to be screwed with. More importantly, he knew the
Minister Teng.”
game and the players. With Chinese machismo was everything.
“Mr. Prime Minister has been detained and has asked that I
“Sadly, I’ve wasted my time.” He turned to leave.
conduct the meeting on his behalf.”
The side door swung open and in walked Teng. He moved
“And, no doubt, you are exceptionally capable, Mr. Secretary.
purposefully to his chair.
However, I made it clear that what I have to say is for Teng’s ears.”
“Ah, excellency, we are so pleased,” murmured Ching.
“We are sorry for the inconvenience. But the Prime Minister is
“Mr. LeBonn, how good to see you again. I trust you haven’t
detained and, as you say, I am exceptionally capable.”
been waiting long.”
“Even so, I came to speak with your superior.”
“No, not long. You are looking well, sir.”
“The pompous ass, does he not know that your ears are
Teng sat and nodded at LeBonn to follow. When the others
Teng’s?” muttered the man next to Ching in Mandarin.
began to sit, he shouted. “No! None of you dumb asses! You
“It seems our guest thinks that he has something important to
obviously didn’t take the time to read Mr. LeBonn’s dossier or are too
say. Something none of us have heard. As if that were possible,” said
stupid to retain the information if you did. Our guest is fluent in ten
another man. Mirth showed in the eyes of all four, though none
languages, including Mandarin. Imbeciles, get gone from my sight.”
laughed aloud.
The four red-faced men bowed and exited quickly.
“Please sit. We will have tea, or something stronger if you
Teng shut his eyes until he heard the door click shut. Letting
wish. Perhaps by then Mr. Prime Minister will be available.”
out a pent up sigh. “Forgive my comrades, Michael. They assumed
you were a reflection of your master.”
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LeBonn remained impassive as stone. He wouldn’t be baited.
“The fox is sly, he convinces them all is well even as feathers
Teng folded his hands in his lap, leaned back, and studied his
are hanging from his lips.”
visitor. “They only see what is before them. To have vision, one must
“This fox has been in power for a long time. Surely he won’t
see what is not there. You and I share such ability.”
go willingly. Or be intimidated by a lowly rooster.”
“You flatter me, Mr. Prime Minister.”
“True enough. But if he were to lose his power over the
He raised a brow. “So, Michael, I understand that there are
chickens, the farmers would have no choice but to replace him.”
crops in the field that think it is time to be guarded by a new
“And the rooster? From which coop would he hail? A master
scarecrow.”
over all the chickens? Wouldn’t he, too, be tempted by the power?”
“That is one way to look at it. Another way would be to say
“Yes. But temptation could be held in check, because you see,
that the farmers have grown tired of the fox guarding their chicken
there are already roosters guarding all the coops, it’s just that the lone
coops. The farmers know that it goes against his canine nature to look
fox has a stranglehold on the real power and as long as he has it, even
out for the best interest of his prey. Though his words are smooth
they must fear being eaten.”
and his actions subtle, the fox is no benevolent guardian. Try as he
“So by removing the fox?”
might, the fox cannot resist the temptation to take prime hens and
“We remove the threat and, no matter, which rooster is
eggs to satisfy his own selfish needs.”
elevated to CEO, he will remain one of the chickens. Could never be a
“True,” Jai Ti Teng chuckled. “But what’s a chicken to do?”
canine.”
“The only solution is for a rooster to take the place of the
“The fox is sly, Mr. LeBonn.”
fox.”
“Indeed he is. That is why we must be even shrewder in
“Is it? The farmers seem pleased overall with the fox’s
planning his demise.”
performance.”
“And how to you know that I am not a fox?”
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“You, Mr. Prime Minister are a cock. The biggest one the world
“Is that what you are suggesting? The charter clearly indicates
has ever seen. And just the one needed to fuck the American fox once
that the U.S. President will be chairman for life.”
and for all.”
“No, the charter says that the U.S. President for Life will be the
Teng stared at LeBonn for the space of three heartbeats. Just
chairman. What if Hale can be convinced to step down.”
long enough for LeBonn to wonder if his vulgar analogy had offended.
“But wouldn’t your boss, Vice President Fowler, then become
Teng smile broadly. LeBonn’s apprehension narrowed.
the U.S. President for Life?”
“I am intrigued. But tell me, isn’t your reference to
“Yes. But if Hale could be persuaded to vote to change the
nationalism out of vogue. Countries only exist as a way to herd like
charter before he stepped down, Fowler wouldn’t be a problem.”
indoctrinates. Republican, Fascist, Democrat, Socialist, Christian,
“How would one convince Hale to do this?”
Buddhist, Hindu, Chinese, American, Norwegian—do such labels really
“By not giving him a choice. Ever heard of Eli Beight?”
mean anything? One Sumer could as easily hail from one country as
Teng shook his head.
another, believe in a God or not, all depending on how he is instructed
“He was a political hitman early this century, devised all sorts
from birth. Governments, after all, have been nothing more than
of nasty schemes to oust opponents.”
middle managers for years. Not to be left out, organized religion has
Teng’s belly shook. “Sounds like someone I would like to
added its salt to the soup. Corporations rule the planet nonetheless.”
know.”
“Yes, of course, they have for some time. But people still
“Trust me, you’d rather know his deeds than him.”
identify with what they believe to be their tribe. Even you.”
“Hmph.”
Jeng’s brows shot up.
“I am confident that several WOF board members would be
“Tell me, Mr. Prime Minister. Can you honestly say that you
less than pleased to know the lengths Hale went to in securing the
wouldn’t like to see a Chinese sitting at the helm of WOF?”
chairmanship.”
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“And Beight could shed light on this?”
“Hale wouldn’t survive the exposure.”
Teng nodded as implications began to dawn.
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debut. Grey begrudgingly acknowledged that Carem du Brudia, the
Portuguese artist known for his Rembrandtesque style, had captured
her delicate charm. He had never been overly taken with the work or
subject, having never much cared for dark oil portraiture or pale
Nordic beauty. Sultry women heated his blood. More the pity his
aspirations could only be achieved by cozying up to an ice maiden.
No, despite their long-standing engagement, his desire had never been
Chapter Eighteen
for Odin Karn’s granddaughter. He chuckled to himself as he recalled
how he had once adored Odin Karn.
Dawn’s red fingertips were stretching above the horizon when
Nigel Grey arrived at Valhalla. The butler informed him that family
The click of the brass handle caused Nigel to look up from his
and guests were still asleep and settled him into the family dining
book. The smooth quacking of an oboe slid into the room followed by
room, serving coffee before leaving to check on breakfast.
Uncle Rupie and a stout middle-aged man.
It was caddish to be tardy for his fiancée’s grandfather’s
“Well, well, if it isn’t my little bookworm,” chuckled the uncle.
funeral yet Grey wasn’t contrite. Joi, after all, had always been easy to
“Odin, may I present my nephew, Nigel Grey.”
manage. Karn had been the pain in the ass, and Nigel took childish
Nigel, who was sitting with his lanky legs draped over an easy
satisfaction in not having to be at his beck and call for his final bon
voyage. He sipped his coffee and snarled at the life-size portrait of Joi
chair, swung them around and stood with the speed and agility of a
that hung above the mantle on the north wall, recalling how each time
gazelle.
“A pleasure, sir,” he said extending his hand.
he dined at Valhalla he was subjected to Karn’s dull tale of how the
“exquisite masterpiece” had been commissioned in honor of Joi’s
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Odin assessed him coolly and the boy returned the favor,
Odin took the offered balloon and raised a brow to Nigel. “Let
along with a firm handshake.
me see if you understand what you just said. Give me an example.”
Cheeky teenager! “Marshall McLuhan?” Karn sniffed, glancing
The boy arched brow in return. “Very well. Take violent crime
at the book under the boy’s arm. “Your uncle allows you to read
in America. It had fallen to an all time low a few years ago—“
liberals?”
“When?”
“Yes, Mr. Karn, the medium is the message, after all.”
“The late 1990’s.”
“Shall we shoot our TV sets then?”
Karn nodded. “Go on.”
“Bite you tongue!” said Rupert.
“But the networks—“
“I’d say that the shooting viewed on TV is definitely causing us
“Careful, my boy.” Murdoch warned with a wink.
to shoot TV’s, the neighbor’s dog, and each other.”
“TV networks aired news reports during this time that gave
That comment drew a genuine chuckle from Karn. He seated
the impression that murders were happening on virtually every street
himself on the divan. “Well, well. You’ve got my attention young man,
corner in America. Newscasts, national to local, rarely went without
please extrapolate.”
reporting a murder somewhere. The violence didn’t need to be new or
“McLuhan was referring to the process of how a medium, say
news, so long as it was graphic and sensational. If it was, it was shown
television, changes our perceptions over time so that the message is
repeatedly, even if the details never changed. If you lived in
then also shaped by the perception created by the medium.”
say…Cleveland, and there wasn’t a murder there, stations would run
“Are you getting any of this, Rupert?”
footage of a riot in L.A. or a tragic shooting in Toronto. The more
Murdoch was pouring two shifters of brandy. “Nigel’s beyond
sensational the better. And the news magazines, would air several
what I was at his age. He’s an old soul, I should say. On top of that
hours of exposes each week on the most gruesome murders they could
he’s been born into the technological generation.”
find.”
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“Are you saying there wasn’t a lot of violence in America?”
“Seems you have a fan, Ol.” Rupert made himself comfortable
“No, I’m saying the public was manipulated into believing
in the chair next to his nephew. “I must warn you, Nigel is well-
there was more than there was. That everyone had a serial killer living
connected in his own right. Besides being my favorite niece’s son, his
next door.”
father was Maggie Thatcher’s cousin.”
“By whom?”
“Jameson Grey?”
“Networks heads who understood that graphic violence sells
Murdoch nodded and sipped his brandy. “Exactly. Former
and the powers that wanted to keep the sorry sobs suspicious and
head of the BBC before a nasty car accident. Since then I’ve taken the
fearful.”
demonic genius and his mum under my wing.” He reached out and
“What powers?”
attempted to ruffle his spiky hair. Nigel jerked his head back in
“Powers like you and Uncle Rupie.”
protest. “The lad comes by his knack and interest in communications
That drew gasps and laughter from both men.
and politics naturally, I’m afraid.”
“I can understand why you might give your uncle such credit,
“Understanding of the why’s and how’s of shaping public
but you obviously don’t know who I am.”
perception will certainly serve you well in politics and business, Nigel.”
The boy’s cheeks pinkened. “Yes, I do as a matter of fact.
“Is there a difference between the two?” Murdoch’s musing
How could I not? You are the most brilliant political public relations
was lost on the two kindred souls basking in the bliss of mutual
strategist of your generation.”
admiration.
“Is that so?”
“Books will only get me so far,” explained Nigel. “And despite
“Yes, sir. The Brain Trust, Dick Morris, even Lee Atwater, have
what Uncle Rupie says, genetics won’t supply me with the rest. I need
nothing on you. None have come close to launching and expanding
to learn from a master. I’d be most interested in being part of your
the political careers that you have.”
team that’s working on the 2010 World Summit.”
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“Would you now. And what, besides having read archaic
day’s agenda at one a.m., e-mail it to a thirty-member staff by two, and
communications theory and being related to Maggie Thatcher and my
have hot coffee and sausage biscuits on my desk at dawn?”
conservative compadre here, do you have to recommend you?”
“Black, I would guess.”
“I’m a Gen Z’er or Millennium, or whatever flavor they’re
“Black and hot as just-tapped Texas gold.”
calling my generation this month. Tapped into the youth mindset.
“No problem.”
Plus, I’m well-traveled and can speak six languages. I’m a twenty first
“No problem what?”
century renaissance man.”
“What?”
“Really? A renaissance man? All at the age of…?”
“If you don’t know what we have a problem.”
“Sixteen, going on sixty,” said Murdoch.
“Nigel, Odin is a stickler for manners. For respectful address.”
“What’s the most important issue facing the world today,
“Oh, right. Yes, sir, Uncle. And yes, sir, Mr. Karn. Coffee,
Nigel?”
sausage biscuits, or strategizing new world order policies, I'll see to it,
The boy smirked. “Think to trick me with that one, Mr. Karn?
sir.”
It’s not global terrorism, global warming, or poverty.”
Odin nodded. “This calls for a toast. Rupert, pour a brandy
“I didn’t ask what it is not.”
for my new assistant. I trust you can hold your liquor, Nigel, as I’ll
“The new world order.”
expect you at my door with hot black coffee and two sausage biscuits
Karn and Murdoch both raised their brows.
at five tomorrow morning, sharp.”
“Creating a new world order, you mean?” asked Karn.
“No, solidifying it.”
Nigel looked down at the sausage patties among his plate of
Karn grunted. “Tell me, Nigel, my good man, can you make
fried eggs and fried potatoes and onions with distaste. He was about
changes that I’ve fine tuned to a twenty-minute speech or the next
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to ring for the butler to ask if he might have waffles and scrambled
“Exactly.”
eggs when the door to the dining room burst open.
“My money’s on Beight being dead. Long ago. Karn never
“It’s about time! What the hell are you about, man?”
even mentioned him after 2008. Not even in correspondence. I
Nigel dabbed his mouth with his napkin. “Good morning,
certainly never caught a glimpse of the man when I worked for Karn.”
Wally. You’re looking dapper today.”
“Sure, he went underground when all hell broke loose. Had to
“Oh, cut the crap! What kept you?”
in order to save WOF from strangling on its umbilical cord.”
“Sit down my good fellow, and calm down. The last thing we
“The U.S. Presidency, you mean?”
need is a scene. That stone faced butler has ears of a cat and could be
“The whole damned system! Can you imagine if the
lurking around any corner.”
conspiracy would have been revealed back then? There was still a
Walter Nealy sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee.
semblance of democracy in the country. Still a generation or two who
“Yes, all right. You’re here now. I suppose that’s all that matters. The
remembered.”
gang’s a bit nervous, as you can imagine.”
Nigel finished the eggs and potatoes, couldn’t stomach the
“Oh, sweet Mother Maggie T., not Beight, again.” Nigel
sausage. Pushed his plate away. “All water under the bridge now.”
absently took a bite of egg. Deciding it wasn’t half bad, took a fork
“No it isn’t. Not according to Hale.”
full.
“Bloody hell, what has President Hale to do with this?”
“If the guy is still alive, odds say he’ll show.”
“Word on the street is that he’s looking for Beight.”
“So what if he does? Neither he nor Karn have been players
“Since when?”
for quite some time.”
“Since he’s been alerted that China may be planning to oust
“Ah, but the secrets they could tell.”
him from WOF.”
“Or take to their grave.”
“For the love of Blair! How the hell did that get out?”
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“Herr Hale may be browning with age, but his handlers are
happen? The Consorts won’t rock the boat that keeps them fat and
healthy crops that wish to grow to their potential,” explained
happy. And the Sumers no longer think or act for themselves.”
Commandant Ludwig Piedmont as he marched through the door, shut
“What you say may be true Herr Grey, but have you forgotten
it, and sat at the table with the precision of a machine.
the Universalists?”
The men were just finishing saying good morning when the
“You’re not serious? Marginalized has-beens, holed up in the
side door that led to the kitchen opened. The butler gave an
desert in Australia? Let them have Beight and his dark secrets, if there
abbreviated bow.
ever were any.”
“Gentlemen, breakfast is now being served in Stag Hall. If you
“Nigel, I believe Lud has new information he is trying share
would prefer to dine here in private, I shall be glad to serve you.”
with us.”
“Yes, please do,” said Nealy. “Eggs over easy, bacon, toast with
“Very well, let’s have it.”
butter and jam for me. Commandant Piedmont?”
Piedmont poured cream in his coffee, stirred, and took a
“The same.”
leisurely sip. “Sources tell us the Universalists are about to make a
“Very good, sirs.” The door clicked shut.
move. Cells in North America, China, and South America have
“What the devil does Hale want with Beight?” whispered Nealy.
increased activity in the last month.”
“Likely what we all do, Walter. To confirm that he’s still alive,
This revelation coincided geographically with two of the areas
and, if so, to find out if Herr Beight has anything damning.”
Grey’s vice presidents had mentioned. Were the radicals responsible
Nealy poured Piedmont a cup of coffee. “To Hale?”
for the Sumer incidents?
“To Hale. To WOF. To any of us.”
“What type of increased activity?” asked Nealy.
“Even if he does, so what?” asked Nigel. “We control
Piedmont shrugged. “Security Forces have been responding to
information. Nothing can get out. And, even if it did, what would
a range of reports. Everything from unmandated public gatherings of
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Sumers within their zones to Sumers attempting to cross into Consort
Nigel asked, “You’ve had no reports of problems at d’Or,
zones.”
Wally?”
“Why were the Sumers attempting to cross into Consort
“You mean at the bottling plants?”
zones?” asked Nealy.
“Yes. And also water treatment facilities.”
“Besides to get to the other side?” asked the commandant.
“Good, God, are you suggesting the water’s being tampered
This didn’t even earn a grimace from the other two men. “You don’t
with?” He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Aqua d’Or, as you know,
smile, but I’m not simply delivering a tired punch line. Interrogations
has a series of checks and balances. The serum levels are randomly
have revealed no patterns. The detainees cannot explain why they
tested, often.”
tired to move out of their area. The best they can muster is that they
“Nigel brings up a good point, but relax Walter. M-Plex has
were curious, no more.”
already looked under that rock.”
“Curious? Sumers aren’t curious.”
“Oh, really? When? Why wasn’t I alerted?”
“Well, Wally, they aren’t suppose to be. And I believe that is
“I would think that would be obvious, ja?”
what is troubling Luddy.”
“Good God! You think I would sabotage WOF? What? You
Piedmont nodded. “Precisely. Why are our docile chickens
think I’m a double agent for the insurgents?”
suddenly trying to spread their wings and fly? They aren’t even
Piedmont chuckled. “Not likely. But not impossible. More
suppose to know about wings or flight. Such thoughts shouldn’t cross
possible is that the Universalists have infiltrated your corporation, but
their little minds.”
so far we’ve found no evidence of it. Trust no one. That’s the motto
“And you think the insurgents are prompting them?” asked
that’s worked for us, ja?”
Walter Nealy. “How?”
“So M-Plex has ruled out that serum levels are being tampered
with.”
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“Nein, Herr Grey, that is not what I said. Up to this point we
“For you own protection, it was best to make our inquiries as
have found no evidence that serum levels are being tampered with
we did.”
inside Aqua d’Or’s bottling plants or their public water treatment
“Maybe it’s not sabotage at all.”
facilities. The bottled water and public water for Sumer consumption
The other two snapped to attention, waiting for Nigel to
that we’ve tested thus far passes with flying colors.”
explain.
Nealy heaved a sigh. “Then it’s not the water.”
“Perhaps the serum is losing its effect. You know, like
“Nein. That is not what I said. None of the water we’ve tested
antibiotics did a few generations ago. Maybe Sumers are becoming
so far has been suspect.”
immune.”
Nigel asked, “The serum itself, then?”
The other two men nodded, taking in what Grey was saying.
“Perhaps. We are looking into it. But as with the water, the
“Ja. A theory to look into. Still…it is puzzling that every
serum we’ve checked tests normal.”
Sumer detainee was tested, and not a trace of serum could be found in
“I take it Sinclair’s not been alerted that the serum may be
their system.”
suspect; or that his company is under investigation. That he is under
“What? Impossible!” exclaimed Nealy.
investigation.”
“How is it possible?” asked Nigel.
Piedmont shrugged. “Not yet. But really Wally, you must not
“That, my colleagues, is what we need to find out before total
be offended. I should think, in fact, that you would find comfort that
hell breaks loose.”
M-Plex has acted so quickly and discreetly.”
Nealy nodded. “I am. I just would have liked to have been in
Nigel caught up with Joi as she was descending the stairs to
the loop.”
leave for the funeral.
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“Joi, sweetheart!” He rushed to her side to embrace her and
The driver opened the door to the lead limousine. Nigel
give her a peck on the cheek. Perfectly manicured hands shot out to
handed Joi in and started to follow.
halt his progress. She met his stunned look with eyes cold enough to
“What are you doing, Nigel?”
rival her grandfather’s.
“Why coming with you love.”
“I’m sorry I was delayed pigeon, but I thought it best to tie up
“No. This is the family car. Your place is in the one behind,
loose ends so I could devote as much time to you as possible.”
reserved for friends of the family.”
“Yes, Nigel. You explained on the phone. Which was, what?
His mouth popped open and quickly snapped shut. Flexing
Three days ago? It doesn’t matter now. I’m running late. Mother is
and balling his hand into a fist, he quelled the urge to strike her and
waiting in the limo.”
calmed his ire by reminding himself that Joi had never once been rude
Nigel’s jaw clenched at the put down. “Yes, of course.”
or cross with him in their three-year courtship and her disrespectful
He laid her hand upon his arm. Not wanting to make a scene
behavior was surely a sign she was overwrought with grief.
in front of the few remaining guests who were dispersing for the
Reluctantly, he stood back and the driver shut the door.
funeral procession, she fought the urge to shake him off. Though she
“Really, Joi! What on earth has gotten into you? A change of
had thought of Nigel infrequently since her grandfather had died,
heart I hope.” Marcia was seated in the opposite corner, looking
there had been a few times when she had wished he had been there for
timelessly smart in a black silk dress and pearls.
her, to hold her, comfort her. This was not one of them.
“As if you care,” Joi said tersely. Her eyes flashed. “What’s she
The circular drive was trimmed with a dozen limousines and
doing here?”
two dozen more were at attention, single-file down the drive. All were
Gretchen Niechet was seated across from Marcia. Were a
filled with colleagues and dignitaries waiting to be ushered to the
stranger to glance her way, they would surely think she was the
graveside service at the family cemetery just beyond the chapel.
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grieving widow, dressed in black from head to toe, shrouded in a sheer
it, it was the first passionate emotion she could recall having for him.
black veil.
It also dawned on her that after all this time she still resented Bitchet,
“I thought it only appropriate Daddy’s lover ride with us.”
even more so having just learned that she had been something to her
It was hard to say who gasped louder, Gretchen or Joi.
grandfather. How could her beloved Papa ever have desired the old
Marcia’s trademarked chiming laughter tinned through the roomy
goat? Worse, how could he after knowing the length she had gone to
compartment of the stretch limousine.
get rid of the woman? The betrayal gouged another hole in her already
“Really, you two! Gretchen, did you think your affair was a
deeply punctured heart. Tears welled up in her eyes like Texas ground
secret? Well, apparently it was to one person at least.” She reached
water tapped in the middle of the dusty prairie, and streamed the
over and patted Joi’s hand. Her daughter snatched it away, crossed
same life-saving relief.
her arms, and turned toward the window.
Odin Niels Karn was planted beneath the wind swept prairie,
“I don’t recall ever seeing you in a temper, darling. Daddy’s
under a Lone Star sky as blue and vast as what motion pictures had
death, I suppose.”
once portrayed as every Texan’s birthright. Actually, it was his waxen
You know nothing about it, Joi thought. She was furious! The
image that was put to rest. Thus, in death as in life, no one saw the
image of her hands around Bitchet’s neck flashed across her mind.
real man.
Followed by pushing Nigel into the newly dug grave just before her
grandfather’s casket was lowered. Where was all this anger coming
from? Her mother was right. She didn’t have a temper. At least,
hadn’t since she had been a young teenager. The vitamins! It had
been weeks since she’d taken one. She needed to see about a refill. Or
perhaps not. It felt rather nice to be pissed at Nigel. Come to think of
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“And bait was spelled like Eli Beight’s last name.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bart snorted. Gnawed the unlit cigar. Brass was not going to
be pleased. The whole thing was a waste of time as far as he was
concerned. Beight was a ruse. Even if he hadn’t a clue that Karn was a
wily lizard, he’d still know it was bogus. Could smell it. His instinct
had never let him down. Trouble was convincing those that didn’t
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have the nose, which was practically all the M-Plex piss dribblers.
Bart pressed the compad. “Jessie, we still got that old White
“Get real, man! I got no reason to chump you!”
House stationery?”
Bart St. John glared at Stan for another three seconds before
letting go of his shirt collar and thrusting the aging runt back into his
“I’ll have to check, sir. But I believe we do.”
chair. He tapped ash from a gnarled stogie onto the empty file folder
“Find out and get back with me ASAP.” He disengaged and
turned his sharp blue eyes to Stan. “OK. Here’s what we do-“ His
on his desk before slipping the stub back into his mouth.
compad trilled. “What?”
St. John had known Stan Jeffords since boot camp. The man
was a good soldier: obeyed orders, never questioned, and always
“Daj is on the line.”
accomplished his mission or would die trying. Though it disgusted
St. John pointed at Stan and then the door. “And don’t wander
him, Bart knew he was telling the truth. Collapsing into his chair, he
off, we’re not done.” Stan nodded before shutting the door behind
propped his bum leg upon a leather footstool. “Tell me one more time
him. Bart pressed his compad. “What’s up Daj?”
“Bar-bar whatever am I going to do with you?”
what was written on that damned slip of paper you lost.”
“You took the Beight, but no catch. Cast again.”
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St. John sighed. He hated that nickname and she knew it.
our work is done. I won’t care. But now we’ve got to take time we
Hated being scolded and she knew it. He needed her and she knew it.
don’t have to convince the Unicouncil that you’re still in and can be
“What have I done this time, Daj?”
trusted.”
“I know it’s too late to teach you to play nice, but for crying
“I’ll handle it.”
out loud, Bar, trying to crisp Jax was not a smooth move.”
“Yes, you will. You will send an e this very hour to Jax.
“Fuc-“
Inform him that while you and he have a personal score to settle, his
“Bar-bar…”
actions and your response have in no way changed the deal.”
“Forgive me, if I was a wee bit peeved that I found my friend in
“It doesn’t.” Bart wasn’t lying. He had planned on changing
bed with my woman.”
the deal before it had been agreed upon. Maybe Reeves, Cormante,
“Your initial knee-jerk reaction may have been justified, but
and Sanbujama had faulty memories, but he didn’t. This time when
when your gunner missed him the first time, you sent an assassin
they attacked, they were going to have teeth and were going to use
into Desert Atlantis to hunt him down. That simply won’t do, Bar-
them.
bar.”
“And it in no way changes our deal?”
“Hell no!” So that’s what happened to Flannery.
“No. In fact, it solidifies it.”
“Bar-bar…” she warned. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m happy to hear it Bart. You’ll send a message to Jax within
“Listen up, woman! My orders were to have Jax tracked.
the hour?”
Period. If someone tried to kill him, well, I’m not surprised. That
“Yes.”
man’s always had a problem keeping his pants on.”
“Thank you. Now, on to the good stuff. Smid has seen to his
“Small stuff compared to what we’re up against and you
tasks. The doors to the silos will open at the designated time.”
damned well better know it. Blast the man to hell and beyond, after,
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Bart nodded. “And you and I are the only two people with the
Previously, the Aussie anti-nuke activists had successfully
coded remotes?”
prevented nuclear weapons from being brought to their soil, but that
“Correct.”
hadn’t stopped their government from being an agent for weapons of
“And our man in Rio?”
mass destruction. Since the mid twentieth century, the Australian
“Everything’s on schedule. WOF’s board will either meet our
government allowed the mining and selling of uranium to Great
demands or meet their Maker.”
Britain, India, Japan, the U.S., and other countries, where it was used to
create nuclear power, depleted uranium coated weapons and
The bargaining chips the Universalists were relying upon were
machinery, and weapons of mass destruction. As the new world order
five one-hundred-kiloton intercontinental ballistic missiles, or ICBM’s,
solidified, it came as no surprise that Australia’s sovereign rights
each with a range of six thousand miles, and four Trident submarines,
would bow to the will of global corporate-military-industrial powers.
each stocked with forty-eight nuclear warheads with a range of forty-
In 2013, WOF determined the strategic importance of using
six-hundred miles. Both the ICBM’s and Trident bombs had the
the remote continent to house aging weapons. M-Plex delivered
explosive power of up to one hundred kilotons or eight times the
weapons to installations in Queensland, Northern Territory, and
power of the nuke dropped on Hiroshima in 1945 that killed one-
Western Australia without fanfare. GNN made no announcement, so
hundred-forty thousand and maimed, poisoned, and caused cancer
as far as the world was concerned, Australia remained a nuke-free
and birth defects in hundreds of thousands more. Much to WOF’s
zone. The media blackout would soon be a moot point because at
chagrin, the nukes as well as conventional weapons had been inherited
almost the same time as WOF decided to hijack a country and turn it
when the Arian Aquarians had taken over the western part of Australia
into a pasture for old weapons, it also surmised that for related
in 2014.
security reasons it would be best to have Australia fade from world
memory. Overnight, all references to Australia were expunged from G190
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Net and GNN. Thus, when an accidental detonation of an ICBM in a
protest and WOF seemed to acquiesce by giving back computers,
sealed silo at Yeelirrie wiped out most of the population of Perth and
radios, and TVs, which were programmed to receive selective content
left most of Western Australia uninhabitable, GNN did not report on it
from GNN and G-NET satellites. What WOF had not counted on was
because, after all, how could there be a nuclear disaster in a country
that the Aussie people would not be enslaved without a fight or that
that didn’t exist?
the Arian Aquarians were developing a sophisticated underground
Australians were told that terrorists had attacked them, part
world called Desert Atlantis. It was not assuming the latter, in fact,
of a world-wide attack, and the Aussies hadn’t gotten the worst of it.
that was WOF’s biggest blunder.
Western Australians that survived were shipped to the states of
Under the leadership of Bart St. John, the Arians, recruited
Victory and New South Wales and soon all citizens were rounded up
many a shell-shocked Aussie into their ranks, and created a solid home
and forced to live in these areas, mostly in the cities of Melbourne,
base in eastern Australia. When Fini began, being captives in a
Sidney, and Brisbane. Humanitarian aid was allowed in, but people
forgotten nation was not a bad thing.
were forbidden to leave the continent that didn’t exist, and could no
Fini was like a game of lethal tag from the start. WOF’s
longer communicate with the outside world. They were not told this,
Security Forces were always on the offensive and when they tagged
of course; instead, they were told that much of world was under a
you weren’t It, you were dead. In the three-year bloodbath, millions of
shroud of radioactivity from the terrorist-induced Armageddon. M-
Universalists were tagged out, but those who could make it back to
Plex saw to it that all airports and satellite communications on the
Australia were safe. The irony of the where and why of the safety
continent were destroyed. Private and commercial vessels were
zone wasn’t lost on WOF.
confiscated, most ports destroyed, and key shipping ports put under
lock and key. Computers, cell phones, radios, and TV’s were
confiscated and their use outlawed. As expected, the people rose up in
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work district. Rather than causing alarm or annoyance, she found the
hive-like atmosphere exhilarating.
The air was warm and alive with scent. Shuffling past an
outdoor café, the aroma of grilled sausages, cheese, and red wine
teased her nostrils. Her bliss was interrupted as three men brushed by
in quick succession, assaulting her senses with garlic breath, cheap
cologne, and body odor. She was saved from gagging as she passed
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pails of carnations, gardenias, and roses, marked half price after a day
of being shunned by every passerby. Heads bowed in shame, they
Nisha was adrift on the Sumer tide that swept out of Rome’s
business district and into the B-tunnel each business day at five
wept a heady perfume for their loss of youth and beauty, and the
o’clock. The collective current was leading her into uncharted waters,
adoration that was suppose to come with it. The sweet farewell was
causing her to feel absolutely giddy! Rarely did she leave the office
short as the rush coursed to the next block, past a dumpster-lined
until well past six. Rarer still would she venture into the commoners’
alley that blasted the stench of garbage, urine, and moldy things. The
section, shoulder to shoulder with the masses.
human tide soon swept her down an escalator toward tunnel B.
Sardined with strangers and marinated in the heady mix of hairspray,
It was glorious! Mixing and mingling, body and breath, with a
multitude of humans, just as her ancestors had done without a second
stale after-shave, laundered shirts, clammy feet, leather purses, body
thought for centuries. She felt oddly connected with these strangers.
odor, and breath, minty and sour, she made her way to the G shuttle
Not that she came close to gleaning what any of them were about.
that would take her to the After-hours District, casually known as AD.
None were interested in conversing. Human blurs rushed past and
AD was a row of bars and restaurants a mile from the
business district where single Sumers could stop for a drink or dinner
pushed from behind, propelling her along the mass exodus from the
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before heading home. Though not officially forbidden, it was frowned
didn’t consume as much as larger family units or have the
upon for married Sumers to take the G shuttle to the AD. The whole
responsibility of keeping up with the latest gadget, gizmo, guru, and
point of the After-hours District was to have a safe place for singles to
gimmick­which was expected of all fully-functioning consumer
hook up and score a mate. Martial bliss was one of the goals of all
resources.
good citizens and a requirement for affordable housing, home
The greater danger, of course, was having time to reflect upon
ownership, lower prices on goods and services, and access to
unimportant things like: Why did the world run as it did? Why did
premiums like memberships at vacation spas and reputable retirement
people live in row after row of modular homes and high-rises without
communities. The prime family unit, of no less than three and no
yards or outdoor green spaces? Were the geodomes really designed to
more than six, was the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage
make the world a better place? Or did over-population and pollution
was preferred, but homosexual marriage was accepted as long as a
have something to do with it? Was it fair that a married worker made
couple could provide a stable home for several of the unwanted
more money than a single for doing the same job, paid less tax, and
children that came into the world despite laws that sought to prevent
was eligible for single unit housing? Was marriage truly the most
their creation. Social outcasts were unmarried adults over forty and
evolved state? Had the divorce rate really reached zero because people
childless couples over thirty. These kind were always suspect because
were now so advanced that they never made a wrong choice when it
of the excessive time, energy, and money they had to do heaven knew
came to choosing a spouse and never had a change of heart? It must
what. What did they do aloneor worse, with others of their kindin
be possible. Poverty had been eradicated after allat least the poverty
their apartments to fill the time? Read, write, play music, paint, watch
rate had. All it took was rounding up the bums and shipping them off
GNN, make conversation, play with the cat, teach the dog tricks, dance,
to points unknown. Who decided? Who, exactly, was running the
eat, smoke, drink, indulge in sex? All of these activities were allowed,
world?
of course, but none in excess. Singles and childless couples certainly
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It was simply a waste of time for anyone to ponder such
encouraged to drink responsibly as they always had been in order to
questions that the average human couldn’t possibly answer. The flip-
keep the beer, wine, and spirits industry ever-higher in the black. The
side of the coin, of course, was dwelling too much on one’s self. Past
days of barroom brawls, drunk driving, and AA were gone because
generations had focused immense time and energy on the purpose of
alcohol had been distilled to next to nil. Yet such regulation was not
each individual. Such self-examination and analysis was pointless now
done to save lives or avoid addiction. In fact, more not less were
that humans enjoyed an evolved world. Such senseless pondering only
hooked on drugs; just didn’t know it. The mellow buzz folks were
led to discontent for society and the individual.
grooving on came from a steady stream of water, straight from the tap
The structured life with pre-set career and family goals made
or in bottles for those who could afford it. Most were unaware and
life so much easier for everyone. And no one need worry as to
didn’t care, because they were unaware.
whether or not Mr. or Ms. Right was out there because, unlike in past
Nisha was aware and did care, but not tonight. She wasn’t out
generations, humans had reached an enlighten state in which everyone
to warn Sumers not to drink the water. She wasn’t looking for a mate.
was able to find a soul mate albeit with a little help from WOF.
Not even a good lay. Too bad for the heads she turned as she removed
Unbeknownst to single Sumers, each social drink was a lover’s potion
her long, loose fitting, button-down jumper and strutted into the Club
in disguise, mixed with a mild mickey to lower the inhibitions and seek
Romulus. Minus her thick glasses and with her usually tightly bunned
out a compatible genetic match. Add a little spark to the plug, a little
black hair flowing loose down her back, grazing her perky little bum
lubricant to the cylinder—not to encourage random, wild sex—but to
stuffed into silver hot pants, Nisha was an open invitation.
help true love blossom. In past times, generously imbibing alcohol
She flashed come-hither smiles and deigned a couple of winks
had been known to do this in the short-term, but the risk of morning-
as was expected of a single woman in the mating game. Lusty stares
after regret was high. This danger aside, such use of depressants or
and hands slithered toward her as she vamped through the sea of
stimulants was strictly controlled. The public, of course, was
beings blissfully clueless of their entrapment. Only intense training
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kept Nisha from slapping a shaggy beast who snatched her and
She moved away before he changed his mind. Veering toward
molded her to him, grinding his rock hard member into her stomach
the splash, she peeked back. The Barbarian had turned to get another
and bruising her bum in his crushing grip.
drink. Though she yearned to scrub the drying spit from her chest
“You’re the sexiest piece I’ve seen come through that door.”
with an anti-bac towelette, there was no time. She eighty-sixed the
“Come here often do you?”
splash and dashed up the stairs that led to the second floor diners’
“Every night.”
loft and requested a secluded table for two, explaining her date would
“And you haven’t found Ms. Right yet? Amazing.”
be joining her soon and she would wait to order. As soon as the server
“Oh, but I have. Now.”
turned his back she activated her digicom.
She leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Hold that thought. I
“You’re late. Has something gone wrong?”
have to go to the splash.”
“No. Just detained.”
His hold tightened. Nisha yelped.
“Where are you? Sounds like you’re in an AD.”
“I’m not letting you go.”
“I am. Nigel is on high alert and I don’t trust that he’s not
She reached up and stroked him. “Whoa, my stallion. You’ve
having everyone, even me, monitored.”
got the biggest joystick I’ve ever felt. Don’t you worry, I’m coming
“Why? Explain.”
back.” She bit his ear, hard. “And I do mean coming.”
“GNET and GNN VP’s are reporting trouble. AF has been
He was so turned on that for a moment she thought she had
breaking up Sumer uprisings in China and South America.”
gone too far and he would lean her across the bar and take her right
“Damn! Do you know where? How many?”
there. Instead, he bent down and slid a slimy, cool tongue between her
“Not much detail yet. But GIN has been alerted. Nigel has put
cleavage and across the tops of her breasts. “Hurry,” he commanded
IA on it. I’m sure no one has a clue what’s really happening. For now,
and released her.
they think something is setting off a few Sumers. Grey has a team
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looking into whether or not something has happened with the
LeBonn were the field generals. He was counting on their skill,
subliminal channel, or if programming changes might have broken the
instinct, and judgment. If they failed, the Universalists failed.
control link.”
“Still there?”
“No direct actions yet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“No. We’re in the investigation phase. But Nigel is pushing for
“Next item. Teng is in.”
fast answers. Fortunately, a personal matter has sent him to the
“Excellent.”
States. It might buy us a few extra days.”
“Wasn’t too hard to sell. No love lost between him and Hale.”
“Odin Karn’s death. Yes, I heard. Too much damned fuss over
“He wasn’t suspicious?”
a relic, if you ask me.”
“Probably. My hackles would be up if he wasn’t. But I’ve laid
“Grey is engaged to the granddaughter.”
thick cover.
“Yes.”
Yes, thought Nisha, you’re quite impressed with the cover
“Should we contact Cormante and move up the date?”
you’ve woven. Hope there are no loose threads to trip you up. Trip us
“No. We keep on track, stay with the plan. If things escalate,
all. “I take it you’ve debriefed Grey.”
then we crank it up.”
“I sent him an e. We’ll talk when I get to Rio.”
“But shouldn’t Jax be notified?”
“Are you flying to the WOF Board meeting directly from
“What can he do? You and I are in charge of activating the
Beijing?”
cells. We’re in stage three. Let’s not panic.”
“Yes. So I’ll be out of touch. Can’t chance a transmission with
Nisha felt uneasy. Jax Cormante was like an uncle to her,
all the security.”
having taken her under his wing when her father hadn’t returned from
“Understood.”
Fini. Jax had said the same thing LeBonn was saying. She and Mike
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“Do you understand, Nisha? Things are well in motion,
from her chair, she rushed past the Barbarian, but he was quicker than
coming together. There’s no going back.”
he looked and grabbed her upper arm.
“Who do you think you’re talking to Mike?”
He wagged his finger at her. “You are a naughty, naughty girl.
“Damn it, Nisha! I know you’ve got it together, but you’ve
Do you know what the punishment is for running from Antonio?”
never been tested. Not like this.”
She leaned her body into his. “Oh, please, papa, tell me it isn’t
“And you have?”
too harsh?”
“Touché. It’s on your shoulders, then. But much is also out of
“A spanking at the very least.” He gave her bottom a sound pat
your hands.”
and grabbed it. Chuckling, he mistook her impatient squirm for one of
“I understand. The WOF board members won’t be leaving Rio.
delight.
But you make sure you get the hell out of there before it all goes
“I was thinking of something else.” She stroked and cupped
down.” Movement caught her eye. The Barbarian was approaching
him.
her.
His dark smiled turned to a grimace and then his eyes bulged.
“The next time I see you, we’ll be one step closer to freedom.
Screamed in agony. Doubled over. She ran and didn’t look back until
Paz and Ziggy Stardust, love.” The lined hummed. He was gone.
she reached the tunnel and Shuttle A that would take her up to tunnel
“There you are my sexy tart.”
A and the Consort district. Only then did she begin to formulate her
As Nisha was looking up at the towering intruder, a bright
alibi for being in the Sumer district. Explaining one night’s indiscretion
light exploded into her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she tried to disperse the
was the least of her worries. She was sure IA had snapped her image.
stars in front of her eyes so she could see who had snapped the image.
She was under surveillance. But that wasn’t what see feared most.
She turned in time to glimpse a tall man sweeping past her and down
“NG017,” she spoke the code into her digi and her fears were
the stairs. Her gut told her it was IA. She’d been followed. Bolting
confirmed. Before giving Nigel back his digicom that had been
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serviced by IA, she had programmed a gatekeeper so all transmissions
sent to him would go to her digi first. Images of her on the G-shuttle
and in Club Romulus had just been sent from Agent 7209 GIN-IA.
Nisha quickly typed a response to the agent.
Good work. Delete all images of Ms. Armstrong. Gag-rule in
play. I’ll handle it from here.
She pressed send. Then deleted the damning e and proceeded
to screen Nigel’s other messages before sending them along to Nigel,
tidy and new.
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a single smudge from a human fingertip. Breathing a sigh of relief,
she slid the panel shut and squeezed into another time.
Bulky American colonial furniture filled every crevice. How
her grandfather had ever managed to fit a bonnet-top secretary,
Queen Anne’s writing desk and matching chair, and two gooseneck
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upholstered chairs in a space hardly larger than a walk-in closet was a
mystery. To the chagrin of mischievous cabriole legs, Joi maneuvered
A Texas tornado couldn’t have made more of a mess. Papers
between the goosenecks, around the desk, and into a curvaceous desk
peeking out of file drawers like trash in overstuffed garbage cans.
chair without missing a step. She paused to admire the rich black
Pens, paperclips, papers, and knick-knacks strewn about on desk, side
walnut desk, glossed high and reflecting her image golden. Its top
tables, and floor like debris in the street. Papa had warned her that
bare, except for a leather-bound green-paper blotter and two mated
this might happen. And he had told her not to worry if it did.
fountain pens perched like lovebirds in a gold-plated nest. As her
Intruders would leave with their heads down and pockets empty.
hand lightly grasped the brass handle of the center drawer, her
Joi pressed the wall button to the overhead light seven times
grandfather’s voice rasped in her ear.
in quick succession. A section of the bookshelf along the back wall
A lie.
popped open. Squeezing through the space, she felt for another wall
button just inside.
“No, it’s not a lie. I assure all of you that news of my death
Gentle light from a Tiffany shaded ceiling lamp glazed the
has not been exaggerated if you are seeing me shimmer before your
darkness, revealing the secret room behind the secret room. Quiet as
eyes.” Karn gave a gruff laugh.
a tomb and immaculate as a monk’s sleeping closet, the space lacked
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Marcia Karn, Gretchen Niechet, and Joi Ohio glanced at each
“Mutual need. Mutual consent. Mutual understanding that
other and then to Frederick Bristol, esquire, who had called them into
had nothing to do with the running of Valhalla.”
Odin’s study for the reading of his will a few hours after he had been
His eyes fell upon Joi. Hologe or not, she couldn’t meet his
laid to rest. Bristol sat in a corner to the right of Karn’s desk, having
look, cast her eyes down.
just pressed the button that caused Odin Karn to materialize into his
“Gretch has ran my household like a first-rate captain of a
well-worn leather chair behind his prized de Medici desk.
luxury cruise ship. And that is why I am generously providing for
“Bristol will explain the details. Oh, God, how he will explain!
her.” He lit his pipe. “Gretchen, my faithful employee and, yes,
One might think keeping him on a generous retainer all these years
friend. I leave you ten-million dollars.”
would have curbed his oratory since there was no need for didactic
Gretchen gasped.
explication in order to expand hourly billing. Ah, but it finally
“You heard me correctly, Gretchen. The sum should be
dawned on me that lawyers just like to hear themselves talk.” He
enough for you to live quite comfortably for the rest of you life,
grinned and turned to Bristol. Bristol nodded in acknowledgement as
whether you choose to stay at Valhalla or go off to Lisbon as you
he had done for thirty years, as if the image was Karn in the flesh.
talked so often of doing.”
“The only thing the three of you need to know is the bottom
Gretchen sobbed. “Mr. Karn! Oh, I don’t know what to say. I
line about what you are getting from me.” He reached for his pipe
never expected you to be so generous.”
and tobacco.
“Seems you earned every bit of it,” said Joi dryly.
“Marcia, has no doubt spilled the beans about Gretchen and I.”
Odin puffed on his dark pipe. Though the room remained
He chuckled. “Wouldn’t be accurate to a call us lovers, but we enjoyed
smokeless, a heady scent of cognac and maraschino cherries wafted
each other from time to time over the years.”
past Marcia’s nose. Closing her eyes, she deeply inhaled and the
Gretchen’s lined cheeks pinkened like a schoolgirl’s.
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image of herself as a little girl cocooned within her father’s lap
purpose through the great expanse of dim, chilly hallways to a lonely
flashed across her mind.
staircase snuggled in the back of the east wing. Climbing with hands
Though having rarely seen her father as a child, she spent one
and feet up the narrow, steep steps, she finally ascended, her head
long, glorious summer as daddy’s little girl when her mother
bobbing above the last step, eyes level with the landing and the
remarried and delivered her to him before going on three-month
bottom of the ever-closed door of her father’s study. Light from
honeymoon. Valhalla had frightened her at first, its gothic shadows
within escaped through a space between the floor and door. But it
threatening to grab and pull her into the land of red-eyed monsters
wasn’t the seeping glow that beckoned her. It was the pungent, sweet
that stood guard high atop the crenellated walls.
scent of tobacco. Reaching on tiptoe, she turned the brass handle and
Once, hours after the household had shuffled off to bed, she
slipped inside the hallowed place. Sometimes her father would look
had awakened as she often did to her father’s summons. Often in the
up, sometimes not. This time he did not. Always his strong arm
sleepy hush of the early morning, her father’s voice would gently
would wrap about her and lift her onto his lap the moment she
rouse her, though upon awakening he would not be in her room and
reached his side. This time was no different.
would have ceased his calls. His voice echoed in her brain
Tiny arms wrapped around his back and belly. A rosy, satin
nonetheless. And so it had that morning as well.
cheek settled upon his chest. Quiet as a mouse and alert as a
Children were rare visitors to Valhalla and she was placed in
sparrow, Marcia observed Odin’s pen slashing red across the papers
one of the massive guestrooms with a towering king-size bed. Were it
he was reading. Every now and again, a soft popping followed by the
not for Alice, the temporary nanny hired to care for her that summer,
rustling of tobacco catching fire would alert her to the pipe that
she would have needed a step-stool to climb into bed. Alice had long
mostly dangled from his lips. Her tiny nostril’s flared as the sweet
been asleep in the adjoining room as Marcia climbed down from her
succulent smoke wafted by before ascending like a huddle of sleepy
bed, clutching to the French lace sheets like twine, and padded with
white butterflies.
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“Daddy, why do you only call me when the house is sleeping?”
creatures. You shouldn’t fear their red eyes and screaming mouths,
“Hmm?”
do you know why?”
She giggled. Her ear was pressed against his chest causing her
Her big blue eyes widened and she shook her head.
to hear his tinny inquiry and the soft thunder of distance surf, like
“Their eyes are red from crying because they are nameless
when she pressed her ear against a seashell.
orphans.”
He put down his pen and stroked her long, golden hair. “Did
“Orpans?”
you have a bad dream, little one?”
“Or-fans. It means they have no parents.”
She shook her head. “No, the red-eyed monsters don’t bother
“Oh. That makes me sad, daddy.”
me no more.”
“Yes, sweetheart. So you shouldn’t fear them. You should feel
“Ah, well that is good to know and just as I suspected.”
sorry for them. Orphans with eyes red from crying and open mouths
Alice had told him that Marcia had been waking up sobbing in
that are silently begging for some kind soul to adopt them and give
the middle of the night from nightmares about large gray beasts with
them a name.”
gaping fanged mouths and red eyes swooping upon her as she
“Adop?”
jumped rope in the garden. Upon further inquiry, Odin had
“Adopt. It means become their parent.” He lifted her into his
discovered the monsters of her dreams were the six gargoyles that
arms and walked to the first statue. “Would you like to pet him?”
guarded Valhalla. A simple remedy dawned upon him. He took her
She nodded and tentatively reached out and touched his wing.
up to the rarely walked ramparts and introduced her to the benign
It was cold and dry. Not so scary. She gasped. Cupped her tiny hand
gray granite statues with red granite eyes and tongues.
to Odin’s ear and whispered. “Daddy, I adop orpan.”
As they approached the first gargoyle, Odin leaned down and
whispered in Marcia’s ear. “Now we must be very kind to these
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Odin chuckled. “I believe that can be arranged. But don’t you
He laid down his pipe. Kissed the top of her head before
think we should get his attention by addressing him as something
resting his cheek there. “I’m glad you came. I was thinking about you,
besides hey you?”
you know.”
She giggled.
“I know, Daddy.”
“What shall we name him?”
“You do?”
“Garfield.”
“Uh-huh. I heard you. I always hear you.”
“Hmm? Yes, I see the resemblance. Garfield it is then.”
Marcia had made friends with and adopted all six gargoyles
“And now it’s time to discuss Marcia.”
before lunchtime, christening them: Garfield, She-ra, Princess Kroma,
The haughtiness of his voice was like a hand closing about a
Baby Smurf, Kermie, and Barbie.
dried flower saved in a childhood scrapbook. Marcia’s pleasant
Odin stroked his little girl’s silken hair. “So sweetheart, now
memory crumbled.
that you’ve adopted the baby gargoyles, why is it that you continue to
“Marcia, my dear, dear child. My only child.”
make the long journey from your big, warm bed to my dark, cold
Joi felt a pang at that remark. Slitted eyes moved from
chamber so often in the wee hours of the morning?”
Gretchen to her mother.
“You know!”
“If I tell you that I loved you beyond all comprehension would
“I do?”
you believe me?” Odin eyed his daughter for dramatic effect. “No?”
She nodded and giggled. “Yes, daddy. You know everything.”
Joi thought: My, God, what is he saying? Those are words he
Odin chuckled. “Well, that is true enough. But I want to hear
spoke to me.
it from you. Is something troubling you, sweetheart?”
She shook her head, sighed, and cuddled tighter.
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The dead man’s comments provoked equal ire in Marcia for
of your life. Besides the Arlington estate and Florence villa you
the opposite reason: he had never spoke those words to her while he
inherited from your mother, I’m leaving you the Greenland estate and
was alive. Her cheeks burned, but she remained composed.
the New York penthouse, with additional funds to see to the upkeep
Both mother and daughter glared at Odin Karn as he
of all the properties. I’ve also made arrangements with Drs. Blander
pontificated.
and McNally. They will be making periodic household visits. Should
“Believe what you will, and know that because of my feelings,
either find that, for whatever reason, you are reverting to you old
not in spite of them, I won’t ask forgiveness for anything I did or
ways, they are under contract to initiate treatment at once.”
didn’t do that you think was rotten and despicable. It’s not easy to
Joi glanced at Gretchen and wanted to wipe the smirk off the
have to choose between being a father of one or a caretaker of the
old bat’s face. Both she and Papa seemed to gain pleasure from this
world. The record will show that I did a good job at both. Marcia
dressing down. Why hadn’t she noticed such behavior before? Tip-
you’ve never had to do for yourself. But I don’t expect you to thank
of-the-tongue memories pricked her mind.
me.”
“I hope such measures will never be needed; however, please
Joi’s anger receded as she watched the exchange between
understand my dear that should you refuse checkups or treatment,
father and daughter. Her grandfather, leaning back in his chair with
you will lose everything I have provided you within this, my last will
hands folded neatly across his belly. Her mother, ramrod straight,
and testament.”
hands gripping the chair arms, and cheek muscle twitching.
Joi watched with new awareness as the final father-daughter
“I’ve provided for you since the day you were born. And will
stare-down occurred. Blue flames against arctic ice. Even as a ghost
continue to do so until the day you die. Like the princess you are, you
image, his icy gaze caused Marcia to tremble like the last golden-
will want for nothing after I’m gone. So long as you continue on your
brown leaf obstinately clinging to its branch as the November winds
best behavior, your generous allowance will remain intact for the rest
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howled cold and dark. Too stubborn to admit she had lost and
cheeks, and a permanently winking eye due to a tragic tumble down
simply let go…drifting and swirling effortlessly down, down, down.
the nursery stairs.
Odin puffed on his dark pipe with satisfaction. A heady scent
It never occurred to little Joi to tell Nanny or Papa of her fears.
of cognac and maraschino cherries wafted past Joi’s nose. Suddenly,
Jenny, the nanny, was kind and efficient at practical matters like
Valhalla’s great hall decorated in the medieval-style for Yuletide
feeding, dressing, and reading stories, but shied away from
flashed in her head. Her grandfather reclined in his leather wingback,
spontaneous hugs and sharing secrets. Papa had no time for ghost
puffing his pipe and dictating Christmas greetings for her to write on
tales. When business didn’t take him away, it locked him within his
Christmas cards they were sending to people all over the world,
study. Only a kind woman named Marma seemed to be eager to listen
acquaintances and associates as he called them. As she penned his
to all her fanciful hopes and fears. Yet Joi never thought to confide in
brief comments, he would spin tales of the Christmas traditions in
Marma either. It was partly because of lack of opportunity given that
the recipient’s country or culture. The warm memory cooled as
the pretty woman only came to Valhalla for special occasions like
another memory washed over it like a north Atlantic breaker.
Joi’s birthday and Christmas, but it was mostly because her arrival
Despite grandfather’s insistence that Valhalla was reserved for
was like that of a golden fairy godmother whose mere presence
gods, brave knights, and fair princesses, the little waif was sure it
vanquished all darkness and demons from the little girl’s world,
must be the loneliest, most frightening place in the kingdom. Ghosts
inside and out.
whispered through the walls and hid in the gothic shadows awaiting
No one needed to tell Joi that her fairy godmother had arrived
their chance to grab and pull her into the land of red-eyed monsters
late one evening a few days before Christmas. Marma’s warmth
that stood guard high atop the crenellated walls. Joi only spoke of
seeped through the cool, dim halls and wrapped around the lulling
her fears to Isabella, a porcelain doll she loved with all her heart
child like warm, strong arms, and carried her from her bed to the
despite her mute companion having a tipless nose, spider-vein
bottom of the staircase that led to the great hall. Joi peeped through
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the mahogany slits as Marma and her Papa sat on either end of a long
She pointed to his action. “I drink no more than you, by the
divan, a healthy fire blazing in the hearth before them. The child’s
way. And as far as drugs…well, daddy, the only drugs I take are the
ears were giddy as they lapped up the melodic lilt that sprang from
one’s you force upon me.”
her fairy godmother’s lips. Joi’s ears perked sharply when she
“This is what I am talking about. Your hallucinations. Your
addressed Papa, then the child frowned upon hearing a note of
paranoia. You can’t be trusted to be alone with my little girl.”
dismay in her voice.
“Your little girl? She’s my daughter!”
“Daddy, she needs me. Surely you can see that. Please let her
“Not according to the law.”
come live with me.”
“Do you hate me so much?” Marcia rose abruptly and walked
“Absolutely not! You aren’t fit to raise a child!”
to a cathedral window to stare into the darkness.
“That’s a lie and you know it!”
“I don’t hate you. After all, you are also my little girl.”
“Are all the men a lie? And the drinking, the drugs?”
The fire popped and crackled at such effrontery. As it calmed
“What men? There’s not been anyone since-“ Her hands flew
itself, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir made its presence known as a
to her temples.
soul-wrenching rendition of O Holy Night streamed through Bose
Odin’s mouth curved. “Oh, don’t give me that. You slept with
speakers.
half the men on the eastern seaboard by the time you were twenty.”
“Please, daddy, I am no better than dead except for the few
“I had a healthy interest in sex, but I was never a slut. Besides,
times a year I see her.”
that was a lifetime ago. I could easily wear a nun’s habit these days
“Marcia,” he sighed. “We’ve been round and round about
and not fear Holy retribution.”
this.”
Odin snorted and took a sip of scotch.
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She turned from the window. “If you don’t trust that I can take
“Noooo!”
care of her myself, then let me come here to live. We’ll both be under
Both Odin and Marcia turned toward the little girl in pink
your watchful eye.”
flannel pajamas and white bunny slippers rushing toward them. Both
“No. It will never do. A few visits a year and Joi is happy to
held out their arms. Joi rushed into Marcia’s.
have a favorite friend around for a couple of days. If you were
“Marma don’t go! Don’t go!”
around more she would…”
Marcia’s picked her up in her arms and kissed her. “Sshh. I’m
“Grow to love me? She already does. She’s my daughter! I am
not going anywhere, little one. Isn’t that right, daddy?”
her mother. You can’t think to keep that from her. You have to know
Odin reached out and stroked Joi’s hair, fully intending for
that our bond cannot be severednot even by your brutal machete.”
Marcia to hand her over to him. Both mother and daughter clung
“I’ll not have her influenced by your loose morals and genetic
tighter to one another.
instability!”
“Marma isn’t leaving. You misunderstood, Joi, my dear, dear
“Morals! Instability? How dare you point fingers with the
child.”
blood on your hands! You’re the one she needs protection from.”
Odin set his empty glass on the end table and rose. “This
Joi looked down at her hand, still lightly grasping the brass
discussion is over. Joi stays with me. However, you have alerted me
handle of the center drawer. Had she not witnessed the silent battle of
to a problem that must be dealt with immediately.”
wills between her mother and grandfather (even after death), the
Marcia’s stomach tumbled. She opened her mouth, but no
reality of what she had witnessed as a child of three might have stayed
words came out. She knew what he was going to say next.
buried. The lengths her grandfather would have gone—had goneto
“Joi has grown too fond of you. It’s best if you leave now
keep a mother and daughter, his daughter and granddaughter, apart
before-”
chilled her to the core. Much like resisting the inevitable awakening
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from a night of pleasant dreams, her eyes fought to stay closed from
the day I was born." She swallowed a sob as her eyes became glazed
the harsh realities that were dawning.
with liquid silver.
Papa leaving her the bulk of his fortune, including Valhalla,
“You knew I didn’t love Nigel. Had to have known or you
hadn’t been entirely unexpected. Still, learning of an inheritance
wouldn’t have laid out your will as you did. But why must I marry
including properties, investments, and liquid assets that came to just
him? You must have thought there was a good reason.”
under one hundred billion dollars had left her wide-eyed and gulping
The same fear she felt that winter’s night long ago washed
for air. His stipulation that all but a small monthly allowance of the
over her. Had she not crept down those stairs that night, Marcia might
liquid assets she had inherited, sixty billion to be exact, would remain
have vanished from her life forever. Thwarted in that plan, Papa had
in trust until she married Nigel Grey had left her narrow-eyed and
used his bag of tricks to keep mother and child apart for much of her
huffing with indignation.
childhood. Yet, the unfolding of her memory was proof that even a
“Joi, apple of my eye. Beat of my heart. Trust your Papa. You
master manipulator could err.
and Nigel will have a long and happy life. And a son that you will
“Oh, Papa, you may have left a way out for me.
name after me.” He laughed and waved his finger. “I’m not kidding.
Unintentionally to be sure. Could your secret be my salvation? What’s
But before any of that can happen, remember what we discussed on
in this drawer that I should destroy for you? What secret couldn’t you
our last vacation at Hudson Bay. Take care of it and my past will be
destroy yourself?”
over and your future will be secure.”
Joi’s brow furrowed. The ghostly nightmare and Papa’s dying
“Oh, Papa!” she whispered to an unseen ghost in the secret
words. Questions from creepy-eyed acquaintances. Not a lie. Eli. The
room behind the secret room. “Blackmail! I hadn’t thought you meant
file that Papa had asked her to burn upon his death must have had to
such an insult, but now I’ve remembered how you treated my mother.
do with Eli Beight.
My God, you think to run my life, too. Dear God, you have been since
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Joi snatched open the drawer. Eyes rounded. Blinked. Tears
splattered into an empty compartment.
A lie.
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Adam stroked her hair. Kissed the top of her head. God,
nothing had ever felt right except for holding this woman. He had
thought so thirty years ago. Recollected it over the years. But now he
knew it, with ever fiber of his being. After falling asleep in each
other’s arms last night, they had merged in a dream state in the wee
Chapter Twenty Two
hours of the morning. No words. Sheer need. He had even wondered
if their coupling had been real at all when he awoke alone. Her side
She ran her fingers through his chest hair, damp from the
cool and empty but for her scent.
sweat of their bodies. Her spirit almost soared from the joy of being
The only words they had shared all day had been when he had
next to him again. Of the pleasure of touching him as she had never
walked up to give his condolences to daughter and granddaughter
dared hope to again. But sadness remained like a heavy anchor tied
after the burial. But no words were needed. Her eyes said everything.
to her heart, keeping her from carefree flight. Her womb mourned
Want. Need. It spilled from her soul into his and back again. So he
for the babies they never made. Her body bemoaned the years
shouldn’t have been surprised when she slipped into his room as he
imprisoned in an empty bed, lacking his warmth, his scent. Her heart
was dressing for dinner this evening saving him from the chore.
tinned a beat caused by the hollow spaces that were never filled by
This time there was no doubt. She had been wild. A lioness in
years of daily contentment and predictability as well as the memories
heat. He, the lion, too long alone in the desert. More than ready to
of occasions high and low, of smiles and laughter, tears and shouts.
match her nip for nip, stroke for stroke, moan for moan. Merging and
“Hey, now, what’s this?” Adam’s thumb wiped wetness that
shattering into chards of light. Collapsing back into themselves,
trailed down the side of her cheek.
together as one. It was like he hadn’t touched her in a million a years.
Marcia snuggled her face into his chest. Kissed. Wrapped her
Had never touched her. Had been touching her forever.
arms tighter around him.
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“I have to leave before dawn.” He felt her body tense and held
if someone had asked me that before I stepped off the hover
her tighter. “I want you to come with me.”
yesterday, before I saw you, I would have said no. Absolutely not.
She leaned up and stroked his cheek. “Honey, I would sell my
But now I know with certainty that you were the only reason I came
soul to go with you, but I’d only weigh you down.”
back.”
“What are you talking about? The implant?”
She rolled her eyes.
After he had surmised that Odin had had a Pavlovian circuit
“Sounds lame, huh?”
implanted near the base of her skull, he had done a simple probe for
”Uh-huh. Let’s approach this a different way. What was the
it. Not only did he find it, but what felt like a GPS tracker as well.
initial reason you came to Valhalla?”
“Besides being the deposed head of KIPP and the Aquarians,
“It wasn’t Karn’s funeral. I had no idea he had died until I was
I’m a doctor, remember. I don’t have the equipment with me, but we
already in transit.”
can shuttle to Austin. I have a contact there and we can get the chips
“In transit to Valhalla? Why?”
removed and be on our way within a couple of hours.”
He stroked her cheek. “Darling, you remember Fini.”
“Adam, I love you more than my life but-“
“Not really. Daddy’s doctors kept me otherwise occupied.”
He put his finger over her beautiful mouth. “I told you, I’m
“That son of bit-“
not letting you go again.”
She put her finger over his lips. “Not tonight. No more about
She sat up on her elbow. “Would you have me believe that you
me tonight. I want to hear about you.”
came back here just for me? Risked—God, I don’t even know what
He kissed her finger then entwined his hand with hers. “Fini.
you risked, what you left back…I don’t even know where.”
The supposed End War. Well, it wasn’t. Soon, very soon, the
Adam sighed and pushed himself up, leaned his back against
Universalists are going to have another go at bringing down WOF.”
the headboard. Rubbed his hands over his face. “Sweet Jesus, Marcie,
Marcia softly shook her head.
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“Warped, I know. I didn’t agree to it, most of the Unicouncil
American imperialist. He believed in Anglo-American, divine
was for it, so I stepped aside. Didn’t block it. Recently, through
Providence, tighty-whitey superiority.”
various channels, random or predestined depending upon your point
“So he set Hale up as President for Life and WOF Chair for
of view, I started hearing old rumors about Odin and his sidekick,
Life?”
Beight. Talk of them being the scriptwriters and co-directors of what
“Exactly. But not everyone is happy with that. Certainly not
became the World Order Federation.”
major players from other regions, and, not even, Hale’s backup.”
“Daddy was powerful, but no one man could hold that much
“Vice President Fowler?”
power.”
“Yep. Word on the street is that both friend and foe are
“Not over the whole thing. But too many fingers point to him
working overtime to shake up WOF.”
and Beight as targeting those who would rise and who would fall.”
“But what does this have to do with daddy and Eli Beight?”
“Even if that’s true, it all happened a couple decades ago, or
“Supposedly the two knew many dirty little secrets. It’s not
more.”
hard to guess Hale and Fowler were placed upon the U.S. and then
“True. Little has changed in the power structure since WOF
WOF’s throne with their help. I know for a fact that Odin was
came to be. Not because those in power are so worthy or talented.
instrumental in axing regulation and hammering deals that allowed
Not because those with less power don’t covet more. But mostly
unfettered take-overs, profits, and privatization resulting in ultimate
because of how you father designed the organization.”
monopolies in all business sectors, like A-Z Pharmaceuticals and Aqua
“My father?”
D’Or. Gordon Sinclair and Walter Nealy, became princes in their
“Yes, he wrote the plan, developed the charter. Odin was a
respective fields and rose to be influential Directors on WOF’s Board.”
world-class manipulator to be sure, but he was also an old-fashioned
“And you think there’s a file that has all this information.”
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“You betcha. It was just like Karn to catalog every deed, with
“Maybe we never will be. Aren’t suppose to be. It’s too bad
debit and credit columns. Big source of his power, how he pulled the
I’ve wasted a lifetime chasing a dream nobody wanted.”
strings from above the stage.”
“Hey, now.” Her hands cupped his face. “You’re talking about
“What will you do with the file if you find it?”
the man I love, and his dreams and efforts to make the world better
“When I find it, I’m betting that there’s a few pieces of
are part of the attraction.”
information that would be toxic enough to the members of WOF’s
“Oh?” His fingers traced her jaw, skimmed down her neck, and
Board that I’ve mentioned so that I can convince them to propose to
across her collarbone. “What’s the other part?”
their Board that WOF negotiate a settlement with the Universalists.”
She arched a brow then kissed him scatty. Reacquainted
“But darling, the Universalists are all but forgotten. Why
herself with every inch of the love of her life. He was halfway to bliss
would WOF pay them any mind?”
by the time she was stroking him, again.
“Because in seventy-two hours, the Universalists are going to
“You’re as magnificent as you ever were.” She smiled up at
emerge with a vengeance, and this time I fear they will be ready to
him before sliding down to worship him with her mouth.
fight to the death.”
“Only with you, my love. Only with you.”
“Adam, that’s not the power versus force theory I remember
you preaching about.”
“I thought she was with you!”
“No, I’m afraid not. It’s back to might makes right. Back to
“Obviously not, Herr Piedmont,” said Nigel heading for the
thinking you have to maim and kill, grab power, and then become
sideboard and to the scotch crooking a finger.
benevolent rulers.” He shrugged and shook his head.
“When I didn’t see either of you at dinner, I assumed…” he
“I’m sorry that the world wasn’t ready for your vision,
raised a brow and shrugged.
darling.”
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“I was on the phone to Rome.” Nigel’s digi was still not
“Whatever makes you think that I care for her at all, heart or
working right. Transmissions coming and going were mysteriously
otherwise?”
delayed since IA had returned the gadget. Some messages might not
“So it’s just lust then?”
be getting through at all. After speaking with IA, he knew of at least
He raised his glass in mock toast. “Lust? Sure. Why not?”
one.
“Perhaps you should curb your lust until after you’ve secured
“Trouble?”
your bride. When is the wedding by the way?”
Nigel took a pull from his glass. Poured more. “Hard to say. I
“Karn was just been put in the ground today.”
might have a naughty girl on my hands.”
“Yes. And it was apparent that your fiancée was not looking
The commandant rumbled like an antique Sherman tank and
toward you for comfort.”
took a drink of his pilsner. “I should think that would be something
“For the love of my uncle Rupie, I tried, Luddy! Tried to
you would enjoy.”
comfort her. Wants none of it. Cold and brittle as a rosebush in
Nigel gracefully placed himself in a wingback across from the
January!”
commandant. “I might. So long as she’s just been a bit naughty and
“And she is always like this?”
not intentionally deceitful.”
“No. That’s what’s so odd. Oh, she’s never been fiery mind
“Ah. The feminine mind. Deceitful by nature, ja?”
you.”
Nigel shrugged.
“Or naughty?”
“Ja. You know what I’m speaking of. It is the heart one must
Nigel gave a harsh laugh. “No, never that. But always…warm.
examine. Do you care so much for this naughty girl’s heart as you do
Agreeable. Soft and sweet…like a puppy.”
for Joi Ohio’s?
“And you had thought her well trained?”
“Yes. But something’s changed.”
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“Perhaps the loss of her of grandfather. Death can make
“Are you saying that you would support me, if, the rules were
people behave strangely.”
to change?”
“Yes, that’s probably it.”
“No. Nor am I suggesting I wouldn’t. What I am stating is that
“Ja. Let us hope. It is important that the Board hears that
you need to make the members feel at ease with supporting change.”
wedding bells are about to ring for you.”
“And my marriage to Joi will do this? How? Why?”
“Why?”
Piedmont sighed. “Nigel, think. Odin Karn is revered as one of
The general rumbled again. “Oh, come now, Nigel. Surely you
the architects of WOF. The symbolism of marrying his
do not think your quest to grab the reins of WOF are unknown to
granddaughter, his heir, is too big to miss. You would become his
me.”
living heir.”
“President Hale has the chairmanship for life.”
“But the man ceased being a force to be reckoned with more
“Ha! He’s a doddering old fool. But sadly very healthy. Could
than a decade ago!”
live another twenty, thirty years.”
“Ja! Ja! But his residual power remains and will rub-off on
“Surely you aren’t suggesting someone might try to-“
you, if you marry the granddaughter.”
“No, no. And what good would it do? The charter states, the
Nigel nodded and sipped his scotch.
President of the United States is chairman for life. If Hale dies, Vice
“And, there is still the elusive Eli Beight to contend with.”
President Fowler steps in. An even bigger buffoon. And if he goes,
“Oh, God, not you, too?”
there will be another president. No, I am saying it is time to alter the
“What? Me too? I think Beight as significant now as the
charter. You and I know very well that many on the Board think the
deutsche mark. But I understand the importance of mystique. Many,
rules should be changed. That it is time for new leadership.”
including President Hale, still search for a file on the man and his
contributions to solidifying the new world order, which Karn
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supposedly had, but it was not found. And-“
“Wait. Was not found? So you had someone looking for it?”
The commandant’s face was stone.
“What am I saying? Of course you did. When? Had to be
recently.”
Piedmont shrugged. “Nothing turned up.”
“Which brings me back to the point. Beight is likely not worth
the effort.”
“You may be right Herr Grey. But having access to all of
Karn’s dirty little secrets, real or imagined, will win you added respect
among the club. It’s that simple.” Ludwig drained his glass, gave a
hearty belch, and lifted his large frame from the chair. “I have a few
calls to make before I retire. Take my advice, if you want to become
WOF’s next chairman, come to Rio next week and announce a
wedding date. Better still with your bride on your arm. Be bold, my
man.”
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Froze. His eyes zeroing in on the gold embossed initials. Picked it
up. Read it. A chortle escaped him, preempting a curse.
“Mr. Hamm! What do you think you’re doing?”
Reeves swung around. His eyes and mouth forming perfect
O’s. “What the devil?”
Chapter Twenty Three
Hands on hips, Joi was standing against the back wall, next to
a large file cabinet. She moved toward him.
Adam entered Karn’s chamber undetected. Marcia had drifted
“How did you get in here? You’ve no business in this wing,
off after their second intense coupling, and, by all rights, he should
Mr. Hamm! Let alone my grandfather’s chamber!”
have been zonked out beside her. Instead, he was wired. Good sex
“And certainly not his secret chamber. And, please, call me
had that effect on him. So had decided to use his youthful energy
Jake.”
looking for the Beight file. The chamber reflected the man: refined,
“Certainly not.”
dark, and cold. Reeves spotted the long bookcase along the northern
“Why? You called me Jake last night.”
wall. The finial midway up the outer edge of the bookcase was a dead
“I mean you are certainly not welcome here!”
giveaway to unlocking the hidden entrance. Knowing Karn, he had
“Well, at least you were here before me and know that I didn’t
planned it to be. But why?
make this mess.”
It only took a glance to know there was no point in
Her lips thinned.
rummaging through the mess. Whoever had beat him to it was long
“And I had pegged you for being much more methodical.”
gone, with the prize if it had been here. As he turned to leave, his
It took her a moment to be offended. “You think I did this?”
foot slid on a piece of paper. Glancing down, he scuffed it aside.
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“Hard to imagine as you were quiet as a mouse when I got
The way her brow furrowed when she read it told him all he
here. Or were you?” He brushed passed her and began examining the
needed to know.
back wall.
“Why does this name keep popping up? Who is he?”
“Wait! Where are you going? What do you think you’re
“You don’t know?”
doing?”
“Mr. H-“
He felt along the wall to the corner, knocking a few times.
“Jake.”
“Sounds solid.” Pressing four fingers together, he wedged his nails
“Fine. Jake, I had never heard of Eli Beight until a few days
into a paper thin crack where the two walls met. “If I had a crowbar, I
ago. He seems to have a come to life only since my grandfather died.”
bet I could jimmy this open. Or if I pressed this.” He pressed the wall
Reeves nodded. “WOF would be curious. Likely are behind
button and the room went dark. Pressed it again and turned to look
this as well.” His arm swept the room.
at her. “Need a code, huh?”
“WOF? Why? Who is this Beight person? Why did my
Joi glared at him. “Never mind! There’s nothing within the
grandfather’s acquaintances expect or at least hope that he would be
cubby hole that would interest you.”
at the funeral? And why would my grandfather write this cryptic
“Burglars left it in tatters, too?”
message and leave it to be found in here?”
“Fortunately, they didn’t have a clue about the double secret.
“So it is his handwriting?”
Guess they got what you were looking for in here.” She spread her
Joi looked at the note again. “Yes, it appears to be. And this
hands and looked about the disarray.
stationery. It’s his…was his.”
“Something tells me they didn’t.” He handed her the note he
“Joi, there’s a lot you don’t know about your grandfather.
had stepped upon.
God, a lifetime of things.”
“And I suppose you do and are chopping at the bit to tell me.”
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“Do you know who your grandfather was?”
grandfather was alive. Now that he is gone they will likely be less
“What do you mean? He was my Papa! The light of my life.
timid.”
But that isn’t what you mean, is it? You want to know if I know about
“Less timid? What could they have had to fear from Papa?
Odin Karn the man. I know he was powerful. I know he was a player
He’s been a semi-recluse for years.”
on the world stage. He helped create the glorious world we live in,
“If you say so. But from what I understand he remained sharp
after all.”
as a tack until recently. Despite his belief in WOF, he still had strong
Adam held his tongue. The woman adored her grandfather as
patriotic sentiments.”
any granddaughter should. Add to that, from what he had gathered,
“Meaning?”
Karn had controlled her every thought and action since she had been
“Meaning he still believed that America was the world’s
a baby, and that included teaching her his version of history and
superpower. That the American President should stand at WOF’s
current events, and showing her only the parts of the world he
helm.”
wanted her to see. There was no way he could win her trust by
“Well, of course! What are you implying? That members of
starting off attacking Karn.
WOF want a change?”
“Yes, you’re correct. He played a major part in shaping the
Reeves nodded.
world we live in. Wielding such power afforded him many allies, and
“And this Beight fellow…Elias Beight…”
many enemies as well.”
“Eli Beight, yes?”
“You accuse WOF of burglarizing this office. Are you saying
“Are they afraid of him?”
WOF, the people who are in-charge at WOF, are they the enemy?”
“I believe so.”
“No. Not exactly. I believe some of them want to expand their
“And who is or was he exactly?”
power, change the structure of WOF. They hesitated while your
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“That, my dear Joi, is the question everyone seems to be
for it. Your grandfather worked for his opponent, George W. Bush,
asking.”
and, rumor had it, that Beight helped him keep the Internet lie, as well
“But he wasn’t my father’s enemy.”
as other unimportant fabrications, in focus to keep real issues out of
“You seem certain.”
focus.”
“Yes. Mr. Sinclair and others asked me about him and
Joi shrugged. “I’m not as naïve as you seem to think, Jake.
mentioned he was an old friend of my grandfather’s.”
I’ve read about how political campaigns use to be run. Gore said what
“I see.”
he said and this Beight and, perhaps, my grandfather, milked it for all
“Not surprised?”
it was worth.”
Adam shrugged. “From what I remember, Beight was a
“Out of context.”
strategic genius. Ever hear of Al Gore?”
“Your spin.”
“Isn’t he the guy who lied about inventing the Internet?”
“Yeah, seems small potatoes, doesn’t it. But a lot of little lies
Reeves chuckled. “No. He was the guy that won the Nobel
add up. And can embolden bigger ones. Like WMD’s, and second
Peace prize and an Oscar for his valiant attempt to get the world wise
Gulf War.”
to global warming. Before that he was a U.S. senator, then a two-term
“WMD’s?”
vice president. Ran for president. Won the popular vote. Some
“Yeah. The Bush administration told the American people
always believed he won the electoral vote, too.”
they had to invade Iraq because of a big threat. Weapons of mass
Joi feigned a yawn.
destruction, WMD’s. But the truth was there were none. And they
“Anyway, Gore was misquoted as saying he invented the
knew it.”
Internet, when what he was talking about was how he was one of the
“And you’re implying my grandfather knew this as well.”
first politicians to see the potential of the technology and advocated
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“Given his place as numero uno strategist, it would be hard to
She yelled over her shoulder as she rushed across the chamber
believe he didn’t.”
toward the door. “Stay away from me! I want you to get the hell out
“I’ll not stand here and listen to you slander a great man!”
of here and out of Valhalla! Tonight!”
“Hang on now. I’m just telling you the facts as I know them.”
Her hand was almost to the knob when Reeves hand landed on
“And just how do you know them, Jake?”
her shoulder. The door flew open, causing each of their hearts to leap
“I was there. Did your grandfather ever tell you how he and
into their throats.
Beight tried to destroy a truly great man, a Vietnam veteran named
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Max Clelland? They successfully painted a man who lost his legs and
Joi rushed into Nigel’s arms.
an arm serving his country as anti-patriotic for not supporting
“Easy, love.” His eyes narrowed on Reeves. “Was this man
preemptive strikes and war without cause.”
trying to hurt you?”
“That’s enough! I don’t believe you!”
“No, I-“
Adam ran his fingers through his hair. “Right! Why should
“Hell, no! I startled her was all.”
you?”
“Who the hell are you?” Nigel pulled Joi behind him and took
“You talk of enemies. Tell me, Jake, were you my
a step toward Reeves.
grandfather’s enemy?”
Adam moved back gingerly, leaning heavily on his cane and
“Yes.”
wobbling. "Easy there, young fella.”
Joi’s eyes sparked. She pressed the button that opened the
Joi’s mouth came unhinged at his theatrics.
bookcase into the main chamber. Reeves followed.
“I was goin’ to fess up, but the little lady wouldn’t give me a
“Wait! Joi!”
chance.” His eyes met hers, pleading.
“Fess up to what?”
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“Kar-Odin and I go way back. High school buddies, ya know.
“Yeah. Highlight of my life, at that point anyway. Well, as you
Didn’t keep in touch much after that, ‘course. Just occasional
can imagine, I was pretty impressed with myself. Cocksure. So
Christmas cards and the like.”
cocksure that I couldn’t pass up the chance to prove it to Jenny Mae
Nigel glanced back at Joi. “Is this true, love?”
Thompson.” He winked at Nigel, who almost grinned despite himself.
Joi crossed her arms under her breasts. “It’s news to me. But
“Yes, sirree.” He whistled through his teeth. “She was custom-made
go on Mr. Hamm, I’d love to hear your tale.”
to squeeze into a cheerleader’s uniform and to play the stereotypical
“Jake, please. Well, there’s not much to tell really. A silly ol’
part. Jenny Mae soon surpassed the touchdown as the highlight of
story about football and a cheerleader, is all. Odin and me, our team
my life.”
won the state final our senior year, C division.”
Nigel chuckled then cleared his throat when Joi snapped her
“Odin Karn? Short, pudgy man with glasses? Played
head toward him and glared.
football?”
“Mamma Nature surely didn’t plan on man being a civilized
“Yes, sirree, Bo Didley. Only a few dozen kids in the entire
being when She decided to merge seventeen-year-old boys and raging
school; hefty gals and bookish boys played. And thank the Lord for a
hormones. Odin, you see, had had a mad crush on Jenny Mae since
big gal named Rita, played left tackle.”
sixth grade. Sadly, she never gave him the time of day. And even if
Nigel gave a laugh and Joi snorted, both in disbelief. Adam
she had, I can’t honestly say that would have stopped me from
cleared his throat.
sampling the feast she willing laid out before me.” He shook his head
“Any how, I caught the pass for the winning touchdown as it
and stared off into space.
happens.”
“So what does football and Jenny Mae have to do with you
“Is that a fact?” Joi shook her head in disbelief.
being in Odin’s chamber now?” asked Nigel.
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“Oh, right. Football! The football. Odin stole my
Joi bit her cheek to suppress a smile. Impressed at his acting
championship football as pay back for doing the hanky panky with
skills and more curious than ever about who he really was. For some
the object of his desire.”
reason not yet known to her, she trusted this man more than Nigel.
Nigel arched a brow. “And you, what? Were looking for it?”
Nigel cleared his throat. “Yes, well. I take it you didn’t find the
Reeves nodded and offered a sheepish grin. “I know it sounds
football.”
funny after all this time.”
Reeves shook his head sadly. “No. And like I said, I’m sorry
“Seventy years,” said Joi.
that I startled Ms. Ohio.”
“I want to give it to my grandson. He’s going to college in the
“No harm done, Jake,” she said.
fall. Playing for Baylor.”
“If you say so, love.” Nigel gave a mock bow and swept his
“Why didn’t you just ask Joi about the ball?”
arm toward the door. “Jake, if you would be so kind, I need to speak
Reeves turned a wide circle, wobbling on his cane as though
with my fiancée alone.”
he might fall over before the next attempted shuffle. “This. I was
“Fiancée? Sure she’s gotten a good look at you?” He hooted
curious to see where Odin lived. Oh, I know, I’ve seen the grounds
and slapped Nigel on the back.
and various rooms of Valhalla. But not his private rooms. I was
Nigel grimaced.
curious about my long-ago best friend. We went our separate ways
“Congratulations, son. She’s a beauty and a real fireball!”
another lifetime ago, of course. But there’s something about your
Reeves chuckled and winked at Joi, who looked more like a woman
childhood and the people who went through it with you. It’s the
sentenced to be hanged than dreaming of her wedding day. He
promise, I suppose. A few memories of magic and mayhem linger
headed out the door. “I’ll leave you lovebirds alone, then.”
long after most of the reality has died.”
Nigel frowned. Fireball? Since when?
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Joi rubbed her temples and turned to walk out the door as
“Oh?” He looked hopeful. “Yes, alright then. I’m game for
well. Nigel stepped ahead of her, shut the door, and leaned against it.
that. Nothing relieves stress better than good old s-e-x.” He grabbed
“Nigel, I’ve had a very long day. If you don’t mind I really
her hand and started for the door.
would like to go to bed.”
She dug in her heels. “Nigel, no. I meant I want to take a hot
He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them. “Of
shower, alone. And go to bed, to sleep. Alone.”
course, love. We will. I just want to see how you are. I was frantic,
“I don’t know what to say, Joi. We haven’t seen each other in
you know. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
two months!”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Four.”
He drew her into his arms. Her body was taunt as a crossbow
“Even worse! Time is so excruciating when I’m away from you
just before an arrow’s release. “Darling, are you sure that old man
that I block half of it out! I’ve missed you.” He pulled her into his
didn’t hurt you?”
arms and kissed her.
“No, of course not.”
He was an accomplished kisser. Joi vaguely recalled having
“You’re so tense, tight as a fune-ah-“
enjoyed his kisses before. Tonight was different. She wasn’t repulsed
“Funeral drum?” She pulled away.
exactly. She was…disinterested. She pulled away.
“Joi, don’t be cross love. Come. Let me take care of you. We’ll
“Nigel, please.”
get you a nice hot bubble bath. I’ll give you a massage.”
“Please? Right. You’re overwrought.” He turned toward the
She shook her head. “Thank you, but no. I just want a hot
door and then swung back around. “You know, if I didn’t know any
shower and then off to bed.”
better, I’d be jealous.”
“Oh?”
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He laughed. “Wondering if you’ve got someone on the side is
She stared into his eyes. It wasn’t love’s light she saw shining
ludicrous, I know.”
back. It was desperation.
“You think it crazy to think there might be another man? You
“Love me? Tell me, what’s my secret desire? My greatest fear?
think no other man would want me?”
How many children do we want?”
“No, no. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Joi you aren’t being fair! We may never have had those kind
“Then what did you mean?”
of discussions. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I fell in love at
His mouth dropped open. His hands slid through his hair.
first sight! That’s what matters. We’ve a lifetime to iron out the
For the love of Blair, why is she busting my balls?
details.”
“You know about my grandfather’s will, don’t you.”
“No. No, we don’t.” She snatched her arm from his grasp and
“What?”
walked away.
“Oh, what? Did he consult you before signing off?”
He started to go after her, but thought better of it. Nothing
“Joi, sweetheart, I don’t know what the hell you’re raving
had been normal since he’d arrived at Valhalla. Joi had changed, and
about!”
there was more to it than her grandfather’s death.
“Why do you want to marry me?”
He didn’t even want the frigid lamia, but he damn sure was
He sputtered. “What kind of question is that?”
going to have her. Karn had assured him that if Joi didn’t marry him
“One that you apparently can’t answer.” She brushed past him
before he died, the stipulation in his will would force her hand. Nigel
toward the door. He clutched her upper arm.
hadn’t imaged she would balk at the stipulation. Her rebelliousness
“Ouch, you’re hurting-“
piqued his interest. It was more fun after all to dominate the
“C’mon. Why do you think? I love you Joi.”
unwilling. Let the games begin, after the wedding. For now,
everything hinged on tight control.
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Needing a stiff nightcap, Nigel turned into a second floor
parlor located at the beginning of the hallway rather than going
straight to his guestroom down the hall. Upon seeing Sinclair cozy
with Ms. Niechet on the divan, he groaned inwardly and turned to go
before they spotted him.
“Nigel!”
Damn!
Chapter Twenty Four
Sinclair rose from the sofa. “Thank God! We’ve been
wondering what happened to you.”
Panic! Abandonment was the first thing that crossed Marcia’s
“Just came in for a nightcapto go. Don’t let me trouble you,
mind as she awakened alone from her nap. Feeling Adam’s side of
I’ll be out your hair”
the bed still warm, she dismissed her fear, remembering that they
“No, no. Stay. We think we’ve figured out what’s the matter
were running away together. Neither one of them would throw away
with your fiancée.”
their second chance. Giggling, she also recalled how lovemaking
Nigel shot him a dark look. Headed for the drink table. Lifted
made her sleepy and Adam energetic. He’d probably gone for a
midnight stroll and would be more ravenous than she after missing
the stopper of a decanter half full of golden liquid. Sniffed. Scotch.
dinner in favor of fun and games. No need to wake the staff, she’d
Perfect. Grabbed bottle and glass. “It’s been a long day. I’ll take a
make them a midnight snack and serve him in bed like she use to,
rain check on your unsolicited psychoanalysis.”
Sinclair put a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Have a seat.” He
perhaps an omelet, with scallions, mushrooms, green peppers, and
took the bottle and poured the scotch into Nigel’s glass.
lots of cheese. God, it felt good to be alive again!
“I’ll stand. What the hell is this about?”
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Sinclair motioned to a chair. “Nigel, please, would I waste your
“Exactly. I thought it odd, too. As administrator of Valhalla,
time?”
I’m in charge of overseeing all the supplies, except for personal items
Grey sighed and settled into the chair.
for Ms. Ohio and Mr. Karn. When Ol-Mr. Karn became too ill to see to
“Why don’t we let Ms. Niechet begin.”
such things, I began handling everything through power of attorney.”
Gray, rigid, and cold, Gretchen had always appeared to Nigel
Nigel looked at Sinclair who nodded.
as a statute. Not a grand work of art in marble, but a utilitarian
“Gentlemen, you can check with Odin’s attorney, Mr. Bristol, if
gesture cast in concrete, commemorating a local favorite son or
you doubt me.”
daughter, the likes of which could still be found in the once small
Sinclair, who was sitting beside her again, patted her hand.
town squares that now were hearts of cities.
“We believe you, Gretchen. Go on.”
“Nigel, I asked Gordon for his help.”
“Well, this was the first I had heard of Joi’s special vitamins.
“Gretchen, why not tell him the reason first.”
And, as you can see from the readout, rather expensive vitamins. I
“Yes, absolutely.” She nodded and smiled, appearing almost
contacted A-Z. To make a long story short, those aren’t vitamins.
human. “I’ve noticed a change in Joi over the last month. She’s been
There are balancers.”
edgy, argumentative, exerting her opinion where it doesn’t belong. At
Nigel cocked a brow. “Balancers?”
first, I thought it was Odin’s—her grandfather’s illness. Then I
Sinclair nodded. “Yes. Drugs formulated on an individual’s
received this.”
chemistry, designed to balance hormones.”
She handed Nigel her digicom. On the screen was a memo
“Like PMS? Menopausal symptoms?”
from A-Z Pharmaceutical, reminding Valhalla, Inc. that it was time to
“No, that’s ancient alchemy,” Sinclair explained. “Balancers do
run an annual hormone test prior to reordering vitamins for Ohio, J.”
more than just mildly curb hormones. The pills are specifically
“Hormone test? For vitamins?”
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designed to each individuals biological makeup. Formulated to block
The pills will take a few days to reach full effect though, so in the
all emotional excess: anger, sadness, fear, joy.”
meantime, I’ve ordered injections, which work immediately.”
“Oh, my God, Joi…” Nigel took a deep sip of his whiskey.
“The shipment arrived this afternoon,” said Gretchen.
Never experiencing a full range of emotions, was that truly balance?
Nigel sighed. Perhaps once they were married, he would have
He thought about her passionless acquiescence in bed.
the formula adjusted to allow for a bit more emotion. He rather liked
“Gretchen came to me when I first arrived for the funeral and
the spunk he had seen in her these last few days. Just so long as he
asked for my help. Turns out, our records show that Joi’s first DNA
could ultimately control her gumption, of course. “What’s the plan?”
and hormonal analyses were done when she was thirteen. There’s
“We were thinking you could go to her when she’s in deep
been follow-up hormonal tests every year since, with the vitamin
sleep…”
formula being adjusted as needed.”
The three of them became engrossed in planning how to give
Nigel exclaimed, “Karn has been drugging his granddaughter
Joi the shot without causing a stir. They didn’t see the shadow pass
for seventeen years!” That was why she was such a ragdoll!
across the doorway and slip silently toward Joi Ohio’s room.
Both Gretchen and Gordon nodded.
“Hell, why not just let her drink the wa-“
Joi was dreaming that her mother was sitting next to her,
“Nigel!” Sinclair narrowed his eyes.
softly stroking her hair. Hadn’t dreamt this dream in years. Felt so
Gretchen looked back and forth at the two men, confused at
real. She blinked. It was real.
where the subject had been heading. Sinclair offered his patent
“Mother? What’s the matter?”
movie star smile to the woman before turning back to Nigel.
Marcia smiled softly. “Sshh, darling. Nothing’s wrong. I just
Sinclair said, “Think about what this means to you. Things
need to talk to you.”
need to get back to normal. We need to get Joi back on her vitamins.
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Joi squinted at LCD. It was just after two. She’d been asleep
sound of her mother opening the window and inviting in cool air and
for less than an hour. “Can’t it wait until morning?”
moonlight.
“No, Joi, it can’t.”
“There’s not time tonight to explain. God, it would take a
Where to begin? How to convince a daughter who was all but
lifetime and even then… I know you think I’m a horrible mother. And
a stranger to trust her? How to open her eyes to the darkness of a
maybe I am. You think I abandoned you, didn’t want you.” She
grandfather she had adored? No, she mustn’t bring up Odin. Would
turned, her eyes willing her daughter to meet her gaze. Joi had no
only put her on the defensive.
choice but to oblige. “It’s not true. I have loved you with every fiber of
“I’ve noticed a change in you Joi.”
my being since you were sparkling in my womb.”
“Here we go.” She stuffed a pillow over her face.
“Mother, you don’t have to-“
Marcia removed it. “A change for the better. You seem…how
She sighed. “I do! We do. But we don’t have time tonight.”
shall a put this…more yourself. You’re finding your voice. I want you
“Then why are you here? What is this?”
to be free to find all of yourself.”
Like a scientist inspecting an unknown species through a
Joi raised her brows.
microscope, Joi looked for traces of the two Marcia’s she knew. The
“I’m glad you put Nigel in his place this morning. He’s not fit
caustic mommy dearest and the more familiar drug-numbed, mellow
to shine your shoes.”
mama. Neither was in the room. Marcia was calm and rational. And it
Marcia sighed and placed the frame she had been hugging
scared her to death.
against her chest on the nightstand. Walked to the window. Opened
“You haven’t taken your vitamins in a while, have you?
it. Joi glanced at the photo in the frame. Did a double take. It was her
“What? You wake me up in the middle of the night because
mother, holding a little girl—her. She looked to be about two years
you’re concerned with my health?”
old. Palm trees, sand, and ocean in the background. Joi turned to the
“Have you noticed feeling differently since not taking them?”
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Joi folded her arms. Shrugged.
“Yes, I told you. They plan to give you a shot tonight and get
“Does the sun glare a bit brighter? Feel warmer? Do you find
you back on the balancers.”
you have an appetite for more than a handful of salad and spoonful of
“Well, I won’t. They can’t make me.”
rice pilaf? Indulge in that second scoop of chocolate mint? Hmh?
Marcia winced. Razor-sharp memories of the drugging and
Does the sound of music make you want to dance? Does the sight of
incarcerations by her father cut her to the core. “No, not if we don’t let
Gretchen make you want to laugh-or scratch her eyes out? Does
them. But we-you can’t fight them from Valhalla.”
Nigel’s touch make your skin crawl? Do you wonder what love is
“Yes, I can. I’ll kick them out. Right now!” Joi bolted from the
suppose to feel like?”
bed, snatched her robe, and headed for the door. Marcia grabbed her
Joi gaped. How did she know?
shoulders. Swung her around.
“It’s all right, dear. In fact, it’s wonderful! You are feeling!
“Listen! Listen to me! You cannot fight these people. They
And thinking! Feeling and thinking as Joi Ohio should feel and think.”
will stop at nothing—nothing—to have their way.” Her voice was steel,
“And you think it’s the vitamins?”
but it was the steel in her eyes that had Joi trembling like a cornered
“Not taking them, yes. I know it.” Marcia proceeded to tell her
bunny. “You need some space. A chance to get to know yourself. Free
what she had overheard in the study.
from anyone who wants to control you, be it with drugs or other
“Oh, my God! Balancers? No! Papa wouldn’t.”
physical and emotional manipulations.”
“He did.”
“Like Papa did to you? Is that what this is all about?”
“Perhaps he didn’t mean for the pills to have the effect that
“This isn’t about Papa. Isn’t about me. Right now it’s all
they did.”
about you, Joi. I want you to be selfish. For your own sake, right now
Her mother shrugged.
you need to be selfish.” Marcia propelled her to sit on the bed and
“You think Nigel is planning on keeping me drugged?”
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settled beside her. “Adam is flying out of here in one hour and you
Ms. Ohio in the next twenty four hours, tell them that she has asked
are going with him.”
not to be disturbed.”
“Who?”
“Need Joi Ohio’s voice activation for this request.”
Marcia gave a nervous laugh. “Ah, Jake. Jake Hamm. You’ve
“Mother, what are you doing? I can’t leave Valhalla.”
met him. I call him Adam. It’s a long story, he’ll tell you about on
“I know I’ve never given you a reason to trust me, daughter.
your trip.”
Do it anyway.” Marcia’s eyes reached into her soul and cradled her in
“Trip? What trip?”
a way she’d never felt before. Or had she? Joi looked at the
“Rolf!”
photograph on her nightstand.
“Yes, Ms. Karn?” replied the home guardian.
“Does Ms. Ohio have an all-terrain, WOF-approved compressed
Nigel was about to round the corner when mother and
satchel?”
daughter emerged to Joi’s bedroom. Lurking still as a panther
“Affirmative.”
watching two does, he perked his ears.
“Wha-“
“Now remember, you can trust Adam with your life.”
“Get it for her.”
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here.”
The doors to the walk-in opened. Ceiling compartment
“I’ll be fine. We all will be.” Marcia kissed her cheek and
opened and a mechanical hand holding a black leather case came
hugged her.
down and gently placed it on the floor.
Joi clung to her mother as she had wanted to for what seemed
“Thank you Rolf. Rolf, I want Joi’s room locked down. No one
like forever. Both women smiled in understanding; both felt water
comes in or out without my permission. If anyone is inquiring about
welling in their eyes. Marcia finally pulled away. Brushed Joi’s hair
from her forehead.
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“This isn’t the end, darling. It sounds corny, but this is truly
“Up to the hoverpad, I take it. I see you’ve packed light so I
the beginning we’ve been waiting for, so go.” Marcia turned her
take it you aren’t planning on leaving forever.”
daughter around and gave her a gentle nudge. “Hurry! We’ll be
The satchel she carried suddenly felt like it was packed with
together soon.”
lead. Gripping it tighter, she thought of the hover above and
Joi started toward the hallway that would take her up another
wondered how long it would wait for her.
flight of stairs to the roof. “Marcia!” she called and turned abruptly,
“I just need to get away for a couple of days. Clear my head.”
fearing she had already walked back to her room. Her mother was still
Nigel gripped the syringe tighter. He had been on his way to
standing outside her door looking at her. “I love you, mom.”
her bedroom to give her the balancer shot. Joi Ohio with a clear head
“That’s double ditto for me, my angel.”
was the last thing he wanted. He took a step toward her. She took a
The dam burst for both of them then. Each hurried on their
step back.
way with the best tears they’d ever felt streaming down their faces.
“Joi, love, you’re as ancy as a mouse at a cat show. Come, let
Joi was half way up the stairs to the roof when she heard
me take care of you. Odin’s death has you overwrought.”
footsteps behind her. Her face lit up as she thought that perhaps her
“Yes. Papa’s death has affected me in ways I can’t explain.
mother had changed her mind about coming along. Swinging around,
That’s why I need time. I need to get away. To rest.”
her faced dropped.
“Rest is exactly what you need. Running away will not be
“Going somewhere, love?”
restful. You know how skittish you are about visiting strange places
The cold timbre of his voice caused every fiber of her being to
and meeting strangers.”
flex then tense. The stairway was dim, but she was still able to make
“People you think you know can be strangers, too. Besides, it’s
out the tight line of his lips and his hard stare.
time I start to overcome my fears.”
“Together, love. Together we’ll face the demons.”
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“Nigel, there is no we. If I didn’t make it clear earlier, I’m
Elbows and knees bruised and burning he tore after her, but
sorry.”
the door to the roof slammed shut seconds before he reached it. He
She pulled her engagement ring from her finger and tossed it
pushed the door to no avail before noticing the DNA-print pad next to
toward him, thinking it would sail by him and he would go after it and
it. Pressed his thumb to it. Nothing. Reached into his pocket and
she could make her getaway. His hand shot out and deftly caught it.
pulled out his Z-gun. Sometimes the tried and true method was
“You think this ends it? Not by a long shot, lovely.” He
needed.
started toward.
“Stay away from me!” she shouted and turned to run up the
few remaining stairs.
His hand clamped around her upper arm and swung her
around. The other hand held the syringe, trying to steady it and aim.
The needle hissed toward her.
“No!”
She swung her satchel. The needle punctured the leather and
jammed Nigel’s hand. Surprised, he loosened his grip. The motion
caused him to lose his balance and he slipped to his knees and
skidded down several steps. Joi was unaware he had fallen, having
broken free and taken flight.
“God damned you, Joi!” he bellowed.
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they’d only been parted a little more than an hour and he missed her
already.
“Looks like our other passenger,” said the pilot from beyond
the dark glass in the cockpit.
Adam couldn’t see a thing. Hovers were designed without
passenger windows. WOF didn’t want people to see that there was a
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world beyond the one it had created for each class. Sumers believed
everyone lived in the same type of homes and neighborhoods, shopped
Giddy as a schoolboy about to go on his first date, Adam tried
the same mall, recreated in the same geodome. Rulers and Consorts
to stop fidgeting and leaned his head back on the leather headrest in
knew better, but didn’t want to be reminded.
the private hover he’d charter. Though all commercial airtrans were
“Pretty blond?”
required to be registered with WOF-Aerospace and fitted with GPS
“Affirmative,” said the pilot.
tracking, it wasn’t hard to find a pirate airtrans pilot who flew
“She’s the one. Let her in.”
contraband craft and hired out services literally under the radar.
The pilot didn’t see the shadow moving behind her, which
Money still talked.
slunk around to the cockpit door, slid it opened, and presented a ZHe and Marcia would zip to Austin to have her implants
gun to the pilot’s face.
removed. Dr. Todd Ramos, a fellow Universalist, would have them in
The side door to the passenger compartment slid open. Adam
and out of his office in twenty minutes. Marcia had asked him to
grabbed her and dragged her onto his lap.
handle the details while she packed and wrote her daughter a goodbye
“Mr. Hamm!”
letter. Glancing at the time readout on the compad, he realized that
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“Jo-Joi!” he sputtered. Laughed. “Oh, God, I’m sorry I thought
Adam masked his concern and tucked the digi in his pocket.
you were-“
He pressed the intercom to the pilot. “We’re ready when you are.”
“Marcia.”
The seatbelts automatically strapped them in and the hover
Red as strawberry jam, he nodded and shifted her to the seat
lifted into to dark predawn sky.
beside him. Cleared his throat. “Ah, what are you…where’s your
From Joi’s window, Marcia watched the hover lift off and carry
mother?”
away the only two people she loved in the world. The dark transport
Joi giggled from relief in escaping Nigel and from Adam’s cute
quickly ascended, blended into the dark sky, and was gone. Unaware
embarrassment. “Here.” She handed him a digi. “It’s from Marcia.”
that Nigel was foiling her plans, she felt good that she had finally been
Adam pressed the play button and put the gadget up to his
able to protect her daughter.
ear.
For the first time in her life Marcia was out from under her
Hello, darling. This is not deja vous all over again, so please
father’s thumb. She wasn’t fooling herself into believing that meant he
don’t be angry. I have to settle a few matters at Valhalla before joining
hadn’t set boobietraps to trip her up or maintain his perverse need to
you. No time to explain, you must take Joi far from here. She’ll explain.
control her and her daughter, even from the grave. At least now that
It’ll be good for you both; time to get to know one another—though I
he was dead she had a fighting chance.
haven’t told her anything about you other than your real name and
“Rolf?”
that you’re a close friend. I trust you’ll tell or not tell more as you see
“At your service, Ms. Karn.”
fit. Be safe. Oh, and take Joi to your doctor friend first thing. I’m quite
“What time are you to awaken Commandant Piedmont?”
sure Odin had her fitted with a GPS chip. Only Sumers are suppose to
“At 5:30, ma’am.”
be monitored, but I needn’t explain my twisted father to you. See you
“Invite him to join me in the private family dining room for
soon. I love you body, heart, and soul.
breakfast at 6:30. And tell him to bring his reading glasses.”
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Tim eyed the gun. “Sure. Sure Mr. Grey. Whatever you say.”
Adam buzzed the cockpit. “What’s the ETA for Austin?”
“There’s a good chap. Now for the entertainment. Pipe in the
Static was the reply.
audio from the passenger compartment.”
“Tim?”
“Thirty minutes, sir.”
“Marcia was suppose to be sitting here, wasn’t she?” asked Joi.
“Good enough.” He turned back to Joi.
“Yes.”
“Austin?”
“You told me you loved her, Jak-Adam. We’ll discuss your
“Just need to drop-in on an old friend, then we’ll be off for our
need for an alias in a moment. Do you still love her?”
adventure.”
“Always.”
“And does she love you?”
Nigel lowered the Z-gun. “Very good, Tim. Now set a course
He nodded. Gave a goofy grin.
for Rio de Janeiro.”
“It was Papa—my grandfather, wasn’t it? He kept you apart.”
“Look, mister, I don’t know who you are-“
Adam sighed. Chewed his lip. “Initially, yes, your grandfather
“I told you the name’s Grey. Mr. Grey.”
did a number on us. Frankly, I hated the man. But now…I can’t speak
“Mr. Grey, I was hired to fly to Austin. I don’t have
for your mother, but I can tell you that it was my pride that kept me
international clearance.”
from coming back sooner. Pride and then a quest for a utopian dream.
Nigel flashed a tight grin. “You do now. Relax, Tim, I’ll pay
I fooled myself into thinking it a selfless sacrifice.”
you twice what the man in the back is paying and you’ll forget you
“And it wasn’t?”
were ever out of the country. Can’t pass up a deal like that, now can
we?”
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“Not most of the time. It all came down to my ego really. I
“I wouldn’t know.”
was so busy trying to play God that I forget to experience the reason I
He handed her a frothy glass and clinked his to hers, “Bottoms
began auditioning for the role.”
up!”
“The reason?”
She giggled. “Not the best toast as we’re cruising at 20,000
“Life. Living. Truly living a life, a life filled with love,
feet.”
laughter, a partner, children, friends.”
Adam chuckled.
“So you never met anyone else?”
“I’ve never seen her with a man,” Joi said before tasting her
“Yes, actually. I had a wife. Lucha. A good woman. I cared
beer.
for her deeply, but never like… no woman could ever be Marcie. We
“What do you mean?”
made each other happy for a time, I think. Never had children, though,
“A man. A date. A boyfriend. A lover. Never seen one or
and Lucha was killed when our compound was bombed at the start of
heard her mention any. Not that I spent a lot of time with her, but she
Fini.”
never brought anyone when she came for visits.”
The soft drone of hover blades filled the silence for a time.
“Good, God, the man prevented her from having any love in
Then Adam touched the server screen and menu choices appeared.
her life?”
“Hungry?”
“No, Papa wasn’t like that.”
“No.”
Adam snorted.
“Me neither. How about a drink?” He pressed the button for
“He wasn’t a monster! In fact, now that I think about it, I
draft beer.”
remember hearing them arguing once about some man that Papa
“Beer?” She wrinkled her nose.
thought would be, as he called it, perfect husband material.”
“Nothing like a cold draft.”
“What was his name?”
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She shrugged. “That’s all I remember really. I must have been
switchblades for the prize of a prime street corner to stand on and sell
five or six and had wandered in on their conversation.”
their bodies and souls for a meal, or dirty needle and a dose of
“So your grandfather raised you?”
heroin?”
“Yes.”
“Really! You needn’t be vulgar! I’ve heard of poverty, Mr.
“I know your mother loves you. Why was she unable to care
Reeves. And thanks to people like my grandfather, it has mostly been
for you?”
eradicated from the planet.”
Adam saw pain flash across her eyes before her lids shuttered
A brittle laugh was his response.
them. Like a shy little girl she said, “I don’t know.”
“Oh! How dare you! Turn this hover around this instant. I
Adam resisted the urge to hug her. Too soon. They had time.
want to go home.”
“Ever been to South America?”
Reeves smiled and shook his head. Joi pounded on the wall
“Yes, we went to Caracas for holiday one winter.”
that separated them from the cockpit.
Adam laughed. “I’m sure. It’s quite exclusive. Clean white
“Do you need something, Mr. Reeves?”
beaches, sludge-less waves, atmoshield protected. No, I’m talking
Adam pressed the compad. “No, Tim-“
about the a real part of South America, where average folk live. I’ll
“Yes! Take me back to Valhalla.”
show you went we get to Buenos Aires.”
“Joi, he can’t hear you. I’ve pressed the mute button.”
Joi scowled. “I’ve traveled extensively, Mr. Reeves.”
She glared at him.
“Ah, so you’ve seen naked three-year olds with sticks for arms
“No, Tim. Got everything I need.” Everything I’ve ever needed.
and legs, bellies bloated not from too much food but from too little?
He beamed at Joi. She huffed, pressed a button on the passenger-
Standing in streets filled with mire of dirty water, garbage, and piss?
assist and a privacy screen slid between them.
Or twelve-year-old girls and boys, fighting each other with
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Maybe Adam hadn’t bailed after all, thought Jax as he deleted
the latest message from DA. Seemed his mentor had left Texas and
“Where could he be taking us?” Joi asked, her cold shoulder
was on a course for Rio. He checked his gauges. Sixty-thousand feet,
having melted hours before when it was apparent to both of them
all systems go, eight hundred miles from the west coast of South
that they weren’t stopping in Austin.
America. Closing his eyes, he’d try to get some shut-eye. Once he
“Could be anywhere. If a protector from your grandfather’s
landed, he’d either be awake for days or be put to sleep permanently.
estate had ordered the pilot to bring you back, we would have landed
at Valhalla hours ago.”
Like a man hypnotized, St. John gazed at the blinking red dot
“And our pilot has gone deaf and mute.”
three hundred miles ahead. Daj had sent an e, alerting him that
“Yes. My hunch is it’s WOF. They’ve found me. I’m sorry to
Cormante had left for the Americas, which was about as helpful as
have gotten you tangled up in this.”
saying he was going to Asia! The rest of her message was redemptive
“Found you? Why would WOF be looking for you? I’ve asked
as she explained that his unplanned departure had left her no time to
this before and now I want the truth. Who are you?”
plant a tracker on him, but she had managed to attach one to the
Adam was spared having to reply as the automatic seatbelts
hover, and sent along the tracking code.
came round them and the hover descended. The airtrans settled
Cormante was no loose cannon, so if he shot out of DA something
lightly upon the ground and the passenger door slid open. Were one
hellacious was going down. Bart was hoping his destination was
asked to judge who of the two passengers look more surprised, it
somewhere in South America because that’s where he was heading
would have been too close to call.
and it would be sweet to catch two birds with one stone. Bart did a
“Welcome to Rio. I trust you had a pleasant flight,” said Nigel
triple take hours later when the red dot came to rest in Rio de Janeiro.
pointing his gun at Adam. “Let’s exit slowly, wouldn’t want anyone to
Little Mojo was still his good luck charm!
get injured.”
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“Nigel, what on earth is going on?”
Adam was taking in the scenery. They appeared to have
“You don’t sound happy to see me, my love. Oh, that’s right.
landed on the roof of a large compound, surrounded by the thick
You gave me the heave ho last night. The fall might have snapped my
cover of trees. Nigel had said they were in Rio, so he surmised this
neck, but you didn’t so much as glance over your shoulder to enjoy
was a WOF or GIN venue, but not where the World Summit was to
it.”
take place. In the next instant, four armed men, a man carrying a
“Don’t be absurd. I heard you shouting and coming after me.”
portfolio, and a priest came through the door to the roof.
“In such a hurry to get to…him?”
“Ah, good, the welcoming committee is here. We’ve a vital
“Nigel, it’s not what you think,” Joi said as Adam stepped from
piece of business to conduct.”
the hover to stand next to her.
Adam asked, “Is the priest going to shrive us?”
Nigel laughed. “You have no idea what I think. But you are
Nigel’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I heard all the confessions
beyond mad if you think I’d be jealous of that!”
I cared to on the flight.”
“So why have you kidnapped us, Mr. Grey?”
Nigel snapped his fingers and the man with the portfolio
“Kidnapped? Hardly, Mr. Reeves.”
hurried toward him.
Joi suppressed a gasp. Adam remained like stone.
“Everything in order, James?”
“Joi, my pigeon, fair warning. Never lie to me. Your face is the
“As you instructed Nigel,” said James Whitman, Esquire.
proverbial open book. You’d have given his identity away without a
He turned back to Joi. “Jeans and yellow cotton shirt,
word, even if I hadn’t heard the heart-warming conversation between
wrinkled at that. Suppose it can’t be helped any more than the ratty
the two of you. Yes, quite entertaining and informative until Joi had a
hair or dark circles under your eyes. Come.”
hissy fit.”
Nigel held out his hand. Joi stepped back. She yelped as his
hand manacled her wrist and dragged her to stand before the priest.
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“Unhand her!” Adam demanded, rushing toward them before
“I looked forward to forcing a better performance from you in
skidding to a halt as four rifles were aimed at his chest.
our marital bed.” He nipped her earlobe harshly.
“Father Eddie, bride and groom are ready. James have Joi sign
Joi’s palm itched to strike him. Squeezed her hand into a fist
the marriage certificate.”
and held its wrist with the other hand instead.
Joi’s bottom jaw fell like a trapdoor. “You cannot be serious!”
Nigel started for the hover. “My apologies that I can’t stay to
“Deadly.” Nigel looked back at Adam to the armed guards and
celebrate our nuptials, but rest assured I will return soon to
back again before arching his brow at Joi.
consummate our blessed union. In the meantime, these men will see
“No, Joi! Grey can’t force you. And he won’t kill me either.”
you to your room.”
Joi gave Adam a wan smile. She could see Nigel’s eyes, he
Joi clutched his arm. “Nigel, where are you going? Why have
couldn’t. Even as she wondered if death might be preferable, she
you brought us here? Where are we? Who are those men?”
turned to the lawyer and the priest.
Nigel stroked her cheek. “Ah, see how my bride cleaves to me
in time of crisis. So sweet.” His fingers threaded through her hair.
Joi turned her head and tried to move away as the priest’s
Joi cried out as he grabbed it by the roots. Pulled her face close to
permission to kiss the bride echoed in her brain. Nigel’s arm slaked
his. Adam thought to protest, but four rifles came to attention again.
around her waist and he smashed her to him, his other hand closing
“Don’t ever try to run from me again.”
around her skull like a vice. His hard mouth assaulted, forced his
Tears welled up in Joi’s eyes. His grip tightened. “What? I
licentious tongue into her mouth. She refrained from biting it, but
can’t hear you?”
couldn’t suppress a gag. Ending the kiss, his eyes, cold as day old
She nodded.
ash, offered a brutal threat to come. His tongue traveled up her jaw.
He pulled harder. She fell to her knees. “Still can’t hear you?”
“Yes.”
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“That’s better. On your knees begging forgiveness, too. Get
use to it.” Releasing her hair, he gave her head a shove that sent her
sprawling on the pavement. Smiling darkly, he stepped into the
hover. He had another naughty girl to see to. “Riverio, you’ve got
your orders. Follow them to the letter. I’ll be back before sunrise.”
“Si, Senor Grey.”
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his eyes. They were…feral. She stepped back. He stepped forward.
She took another step back. He took another forward.
Still retreating. “I-I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“No, we’re sure you didn’t.” He kept advancing.
Her stomached clinched at upon hearing him use the plural
pronoun, recognizing that the idiosyncrasy signaled that he was
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seething inside. Nisha tried to calm herself and draw on her mindcontrol discipline, unaware that provoking his sadistic nature would
With less than seventy-eight hours before Lucid Tuesday,
only put her in greater danger.
Nisha had gone into the office early Saturday morning. Things were
“I thought you would be on your way to the WOF Board
ready. She knew they were, but she was compelled to recheck every
meeting. You haven’t forgotten?” The backs of her thighs met the
step, and check the recheck. It was going on four o’clock before she
edge of her desk.
knew it. Staying late on a Saturday could draw unwanted attention,
“Do you think I am feeble minded?”
so she powered down her compad, set the alarm with her thumbprint,
“No, of course not! But with your loss and all…”
swung open the door, and ran head first into a human wall.
“Yes, my loss… Karn you mean?”
“Ever diligent aren’t we?”
“Of course.”
Nisha’s head snapped up. “Mr. Grey!”
Nigel shrugged. “No great loss. I thought you might be
He didn’t look himself. Unruly hair, wrinkled suit, no tie, and
referring to a different kind of loss.”
a face that hadn’t seen a razor in sometime, Nisha might have
She dared not breathe for surely the mere expanding of her
thought he had slept in his clothes and had just awoken except for
lungs would cause their bodies to touch. She felt like she was
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teetering on the edge of a volcano. If she so much as moved forward
Gulping down rising fear, she met his wild eyes with the
she would be consumed by seething heat. Worse, was the fear that
calmest look she could muster. “Please.”
the volcano was on the verge of erupting.
His grip slowly loosened. “There’s a good girl. My polite Ms.
“Loss of trust, for instance.”
Armstrong. And efficient. We mustn’t forget how bright and
She scooted to the right. His left hand gripped the edge of the
resourceful you are. Dedicated, too. Here you are, an attractive
desk. Moved left. His right hand did the same. Her mental efforts to
young woman, spending her Saturday with her cute nose to the
calm his thoughts and actions were ineffective and had only served to
grindstone.”
make her physically and mentally weak.
“With the upgrade coming up next week, I-“
“Mr. Grey, what are you doing? Have you been drinking?”
He placed his finger over her lips. “Sshh. No explanation,
Laughing, he gripped her waist and plopped her upon the
needed.” His nostril’s flared. Despite his anger, the feel of her breath
desk.
on his skin sent blood surging to his groin. “Anything interesting
Her eyes and mouth formed perfect O’s.
happen while I was away?”
“Enough about me. What have you been up to while I’ve been
“I sent anything of note in the daily reports. Given the
away?” She attempted to stand. His hands gripped her thighs.
circumstances, you might not have been able to review them. I can
“Stay.”
call them up and give you a run down if you like.”
He had learned of Lucid Tuesday! Dear God, she was a dead
Nigel shook his head. “I saw them. I was wondering if
woman. “Mr. Grey, this is unseemly! I really must ask you to remove
anything interesting happened with you while I was away?”
you hands.”
Nisha was sure he could see the pulse at her throat quivering
“In case it hasn’t occurred to you Ms. Armstrong, you are in no
like a startled bird. Maybe he didn’t know about Lucid. Maybe it was
position to make demands.”
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only AD. Maybe her blocking code hadn’t worked. There was only
“I believe the archaic term for what you are describing is
one thing to do. She lowered her eyes, “You know.”
slumming it.
“Know what?”
Her hands flew to her face, muffling a sob.
“About AD.”
The images of her in Club Romulus that came through on his
His eyes narrowed. Hadn’t expected a confession so soon. “Go
back-up digi flashed in his head. A walking invitation. Then the shot
on.”
of her in the restaurant flashed. “Your digi. What about your digi?
“I’m sorry Mr. Grey. You must think me repulsive! I certainly
Who were you talking to?”
understand that you need to fire me.”
Her hands slid from her face. She shrugged.
Nigel lifted a hand from her thigh and rubbed his sleep-
He tapped her face. “Who?”
deprived eyes. “What?”
“No one.”
Golden, owlish eyes glowed up at him. “I was curious…lonely,
Tapped hard enough to sting.
too, I suppose. Don’t get me wrong, the social club at my pod has
“No one!”
plenty of activities, and the members are nice enough. It’s me, of
His hand left a red mark this time.
course.”
“I-I was feeling self-conscious, so I pretended to be talking to
“Nisha, what in the name of King William are you talking
someone. But I wasn’t! I wasn’t talking to anyone!”
about?”
He raised his hand. She flinched. He smiled darkly.
“I’m dull. Dull, dull, dull. I have no friends. Let alone a
“IA has pulled the log of you digicom’s transmissions. Care to
boyfriend.”
change your story before I buzz them about what they’ve found.”
“Ah. So you thought an adventure to AD would change that?”
“I’m telling you the truth Mr. Grey.”
“No. Not permanently… but maybe for one night.”
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A vixen out for a little naughty adventure would be fun to
He grabbed her chin. “Too late to play the innocent Nisha.”
have around. A lying vixen wouldn’t be around at all. With one hand
“Please!”
still holding her thigh, he leaned over and pressed the compad.
Forced her thighs open with his legs. “Oh, yes, you’ll be
“Agent 273559,” said a voice on the other end.
pleading. You needn’t have sullied yourself with a Sumer.”
“Let’s have it.”
“No! I didn’t! Nothing happened.”
“Alexander, Nisha, GIN Employee number 78927253. Digicom
He bellowed, “Don’t lie!” Lifted her, turned her faced down on
transmissions between 15:00 and 23:75 indicate zero. The target did
the desk, and gave her a whack. “I’m going to teach you not to lie.”
not receive or send any electronic communications.”
Whacked her again and rubbed her with his rising flesh. “And then
Grey stared at the compad.
I’m going to fulfill your darkest desires.”
“Sir?”
“Thank you. You can go home now.”
Nisha took her first full breath since Nigel had walked in. She
hadn’t know what had possessed her at the time to lift a digi from a
stranger in the G-shuttle. Thank God she had. She tried to slide from
the desk, but Nigel still restrained her.
“We’re not finished.” He wedged his legs between her thighs.
“You have been a naughty girl, but… you did fess up after a little
prodding, so the punishment won’t be quite as harsh.” He pushed her
skirt up to her waist.
“No! Don’t!”
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Adam squeezed her shoulders; his eyes scanned the room.
“Try to relax. I’m sure Nigel will come to his senses once his anger
subsides.” Spotting what he had been looking for, he went to the
compad and touched a button. Silky Latin jazz began to play. He had
no doubt that the room was monitored. He couldn’t prevent eyes
from peering, but he could interfere with the ears. He took Joi’s hand
Chapter Twenty Seven
and led her to the divan. Leaning in he whispered, “Music blocks their
ears but they can still see us. Sit and look relaxed. Pour us coffee.”
Jax reread the message to be sure he hadn’t misunderstood.
Nigel was right, she should never sit at a poker table.
The target was at the estate of General Luciano Amador’s outside Rio
“What?
de Janeiro, Brazil. What on earth was Adam up to?
“Coffee? Yes, I’d love some. Just a touch of cream.”
Adam moved toward the door before she had time to ask him
Adam put his coat over Joi’s shoulders. He had expected the
if he had lost his mind. The door flew open as he reached for the
guards to have separated them, and taken him to a dark, dank cell in
handle.
the basement. They had been ushered into a posh drawing room
“Do you need something senor?” A mountain of muscle
instead. The guards had been quite polite, in fact, showing them the
standing before him, holding a Rumsfield 627 like a baby, pursed his
door to the lavatory and even bringing them coffee and sandwiches.
lips.
The only complaint they had, besides being held hostage, was that the
Adam spoke in Portuguese, “OK, Senor Rummy, is it? It’s
air conditioning was set so low as to cause condensation on the
quite chilly in here. Ms. Ohio is about to turn into an ice cube.”
windows.
“You would prefer baking in the sun?”
“Thank you.”
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“Of course not. We appreciate your hospitality, but look, the
“C’mon Joi, let’s go!”
windows have ice on them.”
She rushed to him. He picked her up, swung her outside, and
The guard’s eyes followed to where Adam’s finger was
followed. To his amazement, there wasn’t a sight or sound aside
pointing. The glass did look frosty. “I’m sorry senor, it’s central air, I
from birds in the trees. Grabbing her hand, they ran toward the
can’t turn it off in just one room.”
woods some twenty feet ahead. They were just reaching the first
“That’s what I was afraid of… Hey, there might be a way to
trees when they heard shouting, followed by gunshots.
turn it off though.” Adam grabbed a newspaper from the coffee table
Branches and leaves reached out and slapped her and roots
and climbed up onto a desk that was under an air duct.
and vines sought to trip her. Her toe hit a large rock and she
“What are you doing? Get down from there!”
slammed into Adam’s back. He didn’t seem to notice. Sure-footed
“See Rummy. We could cover the air duct. Do you have any
enough for the both of them, with an iron grip on her wrist, they ran
tape?”
on.
Momentarily hypnotized by the newspaper rustling softly
The guard rubbed the back of his head as he struggled to his
under the steady flow of cold air, the guard never saw it coming.
feet. Gulping, he cursed himself for not feigning being knocked out
Adam crashed into him, sending him sprawling backward. Rummy’s
cold. General Luciano Amador’s face spelled murder.
head clipped the wooden arm of a chair, stunning him senseless.
“Imbecile!” A steel-toed boot rammed into his face and the
Adam grabbed a tall solid brass lamp from the table, ripped
unfortunate guard didn’t have to fake being knocked unconscious.
off the shade. He drew the heavy drapery across the picture-frame
The three other guards stared in horror.
window and rammed the lamp into it. If the camera hadn’t alerted the
“Don’t stand there, idiots! After them!”
other guards to their eminent escape, the sound of shattering glass
The men sprinted through the glass-less window.
surely would.
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General Luciano Amador kicked the unconscious guard in the
The woods ended and they were in high grass, the barbed
butt and headed for his office. Amador had a stellar reputation and
fence still blocking their progress south. Adam halted abruptly. Joi
an exclusive clientele. Rulers and consorts who needed a safe place
slammed into his back. They teetered on the edge of ravine. It was a
to hide a human possession until other arrangements could be made
straight thirty-foot drop to the slow moving stream snaking its way
had been able to rely on his private compound and discretion for
along the bottom. Without the cover of brush and trees they would
years. Mr. Grey had first tried his service more than a decade ago
soon be found.
when he needed a place to store sultry under-age cargo until SF
“Look!” Joi pointed to where the land sloped to the ravine.
cooled their heels. Where he took the ripe beauties, the captain did
The angle looked to be fifty degrees or so. Still steep, but their only
not know. Did not want to know. Got paid handsomely for his lack
option.
of curiosity and guarantee of providing a secure warehouse. He had
Adam was a body’s length below and next to Joi and about a
never lost a package in his care.
quarter-way down when the earth collapsed under his left foot.
Before he could find firmer ground, the dirt crumbled beneath his
Cursing, Adam pulled away from the barbed wire fence,
right foot. Like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond, he
leaving pieces of his shirt and flesh as evidence of his encounter.
bounced several times before sinking to the gravelly bottom.
Looking up at the sky, he noted the position of the sun to get his
“Adam! Adam! Oh, dear God!” Joi dared a glimpse below,
bearings. Gulping for air, Joi was too thankful for the pause to ask if
having made a point not to look down for fear of freezing in place or
he was OK.
plunging to the bottom like Adam. Her stomach somersaulted, head
“This way.” Adam grabbed her hand and they ran east. “Look
spun. She pressed her entire being to the steep incline, clutching with
for a break in the fence!”
every pore.
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Adam called up to her. “I’m all right. The path you’re on is
“How about you? That was a nasty fall, are you OK?”
more solid, keep moving!”
“Think the ankle’s cracked, but other than that, just peachy.”
She couldn’t budge a muscle yet was quivering.
“You can’t walk?”
“Joi! No time for second thoughts!”
“No. So you’re going to have to go on without me.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. She fought them down.
“No way!”
“Look on the bright side, if you tumble down you’ll land on
“Joi, listen to me, those men will be here any minute. You’re
me. Aim for my head, it’ll be a soft landing.”
our only hope of getting help. I’ll stall-”
A chortle escaped. “Not funny!”
“The water!” Joi tugged at his shoulder.
Belly-laughter floated up from below. “C’mon girl, scoot down
“C’mon! Who needs to walk? We can swim!”
here and give me a hand picking up these marbles that came loose
“It might look like a shallow stream here, but we’ve no idea of
when I hit my head.”
the currents or where it leads!”
“Are you OK?” Joi started to turn toward him.
“We know that staying here leads to a dead end.”
“Don’t look down! Stay focused on keeping your footing and
“Point taken. Help me slide in.”
start moving down.” He had felt his ankle snap on the way down and
didn’t want her to see that he was unable to stand.
The current lulled them along for perhaps a mile before
“You can do this, Joi Ohio,” she said. “Come on, what’s ahead
changing its mood. The stream gradually widened and deepened and
can’t be any worse than those men shooting at you.” She continued
they were jettisoned another mile. Then they heard the rumbling.
to talk herself down the slope and soon found herself sliding the last
Adam shouted. “Fall’s ahead! Swim to the shore!”
few feet to Adam.
Joi nodded and moved toward him, so he turned away and
“That’s my girl, I knew you could do it.”
began his diagonal swim toward the shore some twenty-feet away.
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The current was grabbing and pulling hard, but finally he managed to
her stiff jaw, her body came to life, and she scurried away from the
heave himself onto the marshy bank. Turned to give Joi a hand. She
body. A man was lying face down with a knife in his back. The image
wasn’t there.
of his face and his lustful intent flashed across her mind. Joi looked
down at herself. Her clothes were filthy and ripped, but still on.
It was true. There really was a light at death’s door. Blinking
Someone had stopped him. Rubbing the goose egg on the back of her
slowly, she struggled to focus on the vivid spot. It seemed a long way
head, she forced herself to remember.
off. Dim yet so bright it pricked her temples and weaved sharp pain
Water. A river. She and Adam were floating down a river to
around her skull. Closing her eyes to the light, the pain, she
escape the lunatics that were after them. Adam had told her to head
wondered if she would be vortexed into the radiance at any moment.
for shore. She had tried, but the current was too strong. The frothy
Yes, that was how she had heard it would happen. That’s the
turbulence gripped her and pulled her under. Tossed and tumbled,
only way it would happen because God, or the Devil, knew she
she managed to break the surface of the violent washing machine.
couldn’t move a muscle. Did she have muscle any more? At that
Coughing out water and sucking air into her burning lungs, she
thought, a burning surged along her left side. Awakening from the
floundered to a sandy embankment. After a few minutes, she was
numbness, the meat around her bones began to wail. Oh, yeah, she
able to sit up and realize her good fortune. It was only then that she
still had muscle. Joi tried to lift her head, but only managed to rub
connected the roaring in her ears with a forty-foot wall of water in the
her left cheek against what felt like chards of glass. She froze, not
distance, which had tumbled her into churning white water and held
wanting to think of the blood and disfigurement. Blinked at the light
her in its death grip.
again. It didn’t seem so luminous. No, she wasn’t dead. Not yet.
Joi literally had no idea where on earth she was. Afraid to call
Gingerly, she rose to a sitting position. Her foot brushed
out to Adam for fear that the lunatics were near by, she crept along
against something solid, but not hard like a rock. A shriek escaped
the bank, scanning water and land for him. The only sounds of life
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were the river, frogs, and birds. The sun was more than halfway to
Joi was fluent in six languages, including Portuguese, but bit
falling beneath the horizon as she reached the top of a gravelly slope
her tongue. Every fiber of her being screamed danger. In the next
and saw the city in the distance. She could only assume it was the
instant, the man was out of the truck and pulling her, kicking and
western edge of Rio de Janeiro.
screaming, into the cab. A hand grabbed her by the roots of her hair
Joi trekked several miles through sandy fields tufted with pale
and she found herself facing an earthbound demon seated behind the
grasses and low shrubs before stumbling upon a well-worn two-lane
wheel.
highway. She had read about such roadways, but had never seen one.
“A real hell cat, Marco. I will tame the gringo bitch, si.” He
It had been hours since she’d left the river. If the lunatics had been
snarled, revealing black teeth; gave her breast a bruising squeeze.
on her trail they would have found her by now, she reasoned, so
Joi slapped him, her nails gouging his face, unearthing rows of
decided walking along the road toward what she assumed was Rio de
crimson along his cheek. She didn’t see the fist aim for her jaw and
Janeiro was safer than stumbling into who knew what in the bush.
only felt a moment of mind-numbing pain before everything went
The sun was falling behind the skyscrapers that were still miles away
black.
when she heard a sputtering engine and turned to see a truck coming
Joi touched her right cheek. Winced. Tentatively, she flexed
up from behind. Covered with dirt and rust, the indigenous beast
her swollen jaw. Ow! Her tongue probed the inside of her mouth,
prowled up beside her and reared one of its two ugly heads.
connecting with pulpy, raw flesh. It felt like she still had all her teeth.
A low whistle and pock-marked face emerged from the
At that thought, she remembered the hideous black teeth.
passenger-side window. “Evening, Senorita.”
“Hey, our blond goddess has awakened,” said the pock-faced
Joi kept walking as if she hadn’t heard him.
man who had dragged her into the truck.
“I said good evening, Senorita. You don’t look like you are
A shadow fell over her. “About time, I was running out of
from these parts, so perhaps you do not understand me, eh?”
patience.”
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“Oh, but you will be glad you waited. A pearl like this is best
knife. Black Teeth caught the motion, drew his gun, and fired before
polished when she is able to feel it.”
the man could straighten and aim. The man flew back into the wall.
The shadow turned into a sneering demon’s face, with rotted
“Jesus! You shot me!” he said in disbelief, slowly placing his
teeth. Black teeth touched his face where the blood had dried black.
hand over his heart.
“Oh, she’ll feel it. God will she feel it.” He grabbed her by the
“Won’t try to stab me again, will you mother fucker!”
shoulders and jerked her up to a standing position. Joi tried to
Marco removed his hand and looked at his bloody palm. Joi
scream, but could barely open her mouth. Her face was numb yet
felt bile rising as she saw the red expanding from the center of his
throbbed. Her legs were numb as well and she would have fallen had
chest.
Black Teeth not held her firm.
Black Teeth laughed in triumph and grabbed Joi by her hair
“Easy now, my friend, we have not agreed she is yours to take
roots, tilted her head back, and seized her mouth. His hard mouth
first. I saw her first, after all.”
bruised her lips. His putrid breath caused her to gag. He shoved his
Eyes blacker than his teeth, but just as lifeless, stared at the
vile tongue into her mouth and she bit it. For the second time, a
other man. “I will carry her scars. The bitch is mine!” He pushed the
brutal fist smashed into her face. Thankfully, she was unconscious
man out of his way and dragged Joi deeper in what she had yet to
before she slammed onto the cold, hard ground. She never heard the
recognize was a shallow cave.
whizzing of titanium steel cut through the air or the hog-like grunt as
Marco grabbed Black Teeth’s arm. “I won’t wait for your
Marco’s ten-inch knife sliced through Black Teeth’s back, puncturing
scraps! Let me have at her first. I’ll loosen her up then you can shred
his left lung.
her with ease.”
How the a knife had found its way into Black Teeth’s back
“Fuck that! The satisfaction will be in tearing apart the
wasn’t of concern to Joi as she stumbled away from the dead man.
uptight bitch.” He began to move away as Marco reached for his
Another burst of adrenaline as she tripped over the man he had shot
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dead had her bolting for the light. She stopped in mid flight.
Everything went dark. A body loomed in front of the entrance,
blocking the light.
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forming a clear picture in the mind of the seasoned detective of the
WOF Security Force, USA battalion, East Coast division, NYSF unit 26.
The picture was coming together better, however, since he’d paid an
unannounced call to the girlfriend at her modest flat in the quiet
suburb of Drakesburgh, forty minutes west of the city.
Chapter Twenty Eight
“Please have a seat, lieutenant, would you care for coffee,
soda, water?”
Lt. Stan Murkowski strummed his fingers on his forehead. A
“Root beer? I could go for one, frothy and cold.”
dead giveaway his powers of deduction were hard at work. On the
Her eyes widened. Bright, intelligent eyes, he had expected no
screen before him were digi’s of the water storage facility and
less after reading her bio-stats.
headshots of Brad Williams and Jeniz Aribiba. Behind the images
“Sorry. I only have d’Or cola and ginger ale.”
were bio files of both Aqua d’Or employees. Williams had been
“Ah, of course. A company woman to the core, heh? Ginger
missing for five days. Last known location of his vehicle was a copse
ale will do just fine.”
of hardwoods twenty miles north of the Albany water storage facility.
She nodded and retreated through a doorway, presumably to
The GPS signal stopped at 19:37 hours on 30 October. SF had found
the kitchen. Murkowski scanned the living room. To call her taste
tread marks, but no vehicle at the location. At 18:05 hours the last
Spartan was quite the understatement. Aside from the modern living
person to see him was Aribiba, presumably.
room suite, there was a bookcase and a desk and chair along one wall
Murkowski’s fingers stilled on his forehead and then began
and an A/V unit along another. Not a single picture graced a single
rubbing. Thinking back to the visit he had with Ms. Aribiba this
wall. No knick-knacks or framed digi’s to be seen anywhere.
morning set his temples throbbing. The pieces relating to the
disappearance of the high-level Aqua d’Or executive hadn’t been
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“Here we are.” She handed him his beverage in a plain, clear
your story again. I felt you’d be more comfortable talking at home
glass. “Please have a seat.”
rather than being called to the station.”
With simple grace, she sat in the chair next to the sofa.
“I would have preferred you to have called my secretary and
Leaving him to settle into the sofa, noting it was as firm as it had
set an appointment at my office rather than arrive at my home
appeared.
unannounced.”
“Drakesburgh seems a quiet little place.”
His brows shot up. “You’d rather SF pay a visit to you at
“Yes.”
work?”
“Me, I was born and raised in the city. Been with the force for
“Yes.”
thirty years—use to be NYPD, of course. In all that time I’ve never
Murkowski glanced around the room. “How long have you
once had a case that’s called me to Drakesburgh.”
lived here?”
“Until today.”
“Nearly two years.”
“Right.”
“Not planning on staying?”
“And you now have a reason to venture to this quaint little
“Why do you ask?”
town?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Your apartment. It doesn’t look
“Do I?”
as if you’ve settled in.”
“Lt. Murkowski, I’m worried sick about Brad’s disappearance,
It was her turn to shrug. “I have simple tastes. And, not that
but I don’t know what more I can tell you than I’ve already told the
it’s any of your business, but I was hoping to have moved into a
detective that called me yesterday.”
single-unit by now.”
“Detective Horatio, right. Neither do I, but since you seem to
“A house?”
be the last person to have seen Mr. Williams, it’s important to go over
“Yes.”
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“In other words you were hoping to have married?”
“No. I mean yes; that is unusual. I tried to reach him on his
“Yes.”
digi—have been trying. I told your man that.”
“Brad Williams?”
“But you didn’t report your concern to anyone?”
“Yes.”
“I did. I inquired with Brad’s office. That’s how I found out
“Providing he shows up.”
they hadn’t heard from either.”
“What are you saying?”
“But you weren’t concerned. At least not enough to report it
“You’ve not heard from him since the two of you parted five
to the authorities. Five days, no word.”
days ago.”
“It’s been five days, today. It was reported-”
“No.”
“Yesterday, by his superior at Aqua d’Or.”
“And it doesn’t bother you that the man you hope to marry
“Yes.”
hasn’t contacted you?”
“And you still believe there is nothing to worry about?”
“I didn’t say that. Of course I’m concerned. But as I told your
“I told you I’m worried sick!”
man on the phone, Brad said he had some business in the south to
“Really?”
handle.”
“Really.”
“Northern Pennsylvania you mean.”
“What was the last thing Brad said to you?”
“Yes, which is south of here.”
“The last thing?”
“He travels a lot?”
“When you parted outside the water storage facility.”
“Yes. We both do. It’s not unusual for us not to see other for
“We kissed.”
days at time.”
“A peck on the cheek? Or a kiss to remember?”
“Not talk to one another either?”
“Really Lt. Murkowski!”
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“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“A kiss to remember and what were his final words?”
“It was no peck on the cheek.”
“He said he’d see me this weekend.”
“Brad drove out of his way to visit you that day.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Tonight?”
“You hadn’t seen each other for a couple of days prior to his
Murkowski presented her with his digicom, which contained
surprise visit.”
the transcript of her phone interview with the department. “You told
“Right. Our jobs keep us both on the road for long periods.”
Det. Horatio, Brad told me he’d be home Friday night.”
“And you were happy to see him.”
“Yes. This weekend.”
“Of course!”
“Yes.”
“Your man appears to be a romantic.”
“And you expect him?”
“Very much so.”
“I’ve been praying to God that he walks through that door at
“But not in the last five days?”
any moment!”
Her breath caught. Hands cupped her face. Strong hands,
noted the detective. The strong hands slid up her face, through her
“Case W243192, Willians, Bradley T. incoming evidence tagged
hair. “I have to believe he’s all right. Don’t you see? He has to be all
urgent,” announced the compad.
right!”
Murkowski stared at the shot of the item wedged between
Ah. Presenting a stiff upper lip to the world, was she? Such a
where the gray metal mesh floor and bottom guard rail of the rafter
mask did indeed match the personality profile in her bio-stats. Still,
met. His eyes moved to the same item that had been retrieved, which
Murkowski had yet to meet a young woman in love who didn’t shed at
now sat upon his desk. He picked it up and pressed the button to
least one tear over a missing beau.
retrieve the last voice command.
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“Eastern Central, EIS opera-“ Gasp. Gurgle. The last known
words of Brad Williams. Followed by the scraping of titanium on
metal. Presumably the digicom tumbling from his hand and skidding
hard across the rafter to wedge between it and the guardrail.
Recorded at 17:43 on 30 October.
Murkowski pressed another button and a list of voice
messages that had been left since that time appeared. Not one had
come from Jeniz Aribiba. He pressed another button to show the list
of callers that had hung up without leaving a message. Neither
Aribiba’s digicom ID nor office com ID appeared.
The lieutenant looked at the image of Jeniz Aribiba on the
screen and asked, “What did you do with the body, Ms. Aribiba?”
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Nigel shook his head sadly. “We aren’t quite sure.”
The hologe glowed red around the edges. “Listen to me, little
boy, if you’ve touch so much as a hair on her-“
“The mother tiger act needs work, love, so don’t try it on me.”
He situated himself on the leather sofa and took another sip of his
drink. Amador’s men had rounded up Reeves miles from his estate.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Looking like a washed up river rat with an injured paw, he’d been
trying to hobble away. The man was overwrought, thinking Joi Ohio
“What have you done with my daughter and Mr. Hamm,
had drown. After questioning Reeves and applying his own brand of
Nigel?”
truth serum, a cane to broken ankle, Grey had determined he was
Nigel stared at the life-like image of Marcia Karn, having given
telling the truth. None too pleased that he now lacked a strategic
the go ahead to patch her through to his private suite at the WOF
fiancée, Nigel had slammed the hardwood handle of the cane into
Board Summit. He smiled as he recalled how he had always been
Reeves’ face. At the time, it had mattered not whether he had killed
more attracted to the mother than the daughter, who was a paler
the bastard or rendered him unconscious. Now it might.
version in every respect. He sauntered to the wet bar.
“I left Joi safe and sound before I jettisoned to Rome two days
“I feel rude not offering you a drink, you look,” he scanned her
ago. I returned yesterday to find she had left without a word.”
image from head to toe. “Quite wonderfully real.”
“Left? From where to where?”
“Oh, I’m real, Nigel. A reality you should avoid at all cost.”
“From a safe house outside of Rio. To where I don’t know.”
He chuckled and took a sip of scotch. “Ah, Marcia, ever the
“Dear God! She was abducted!”
charmer.”
“No. As I’ve just told you, she left on her own.”
“Where’s Joi?”
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“What about Ad-Mr. Hamm?
“And your insults are compliments. Proof that there is
“Adam is what you meant to say. We have no secrets here,
balance in the universe.”
love. Adam Reeves left with her, but he’s been found.”
“Ah, such a wit. Your father’s daughter to the core.”
“Where is he? I want to see him.”
“More than you are capable of imagining, Mr. Grey; otherwise
“Harboring a criminal, a perennial on WOF’s top ten most
you never would have thought that the Judas kiss you gave my father
wanted no less! Marcia…you truly are a woman after my heart.
would seal my daughter’s fate.”
Bloody shame, really, having to turn you in.”
“No? Odin was quite sure I was the right man for his
The outline of the hologe glowed red again before cooling to
granddaughter and that our union would secure his legacy. A king-
purple. “No, I don’t think so.”
maker even after death.”
“Oh? I’m on WOF’s Board of Directors in case you’ve
“I suppose being at the helm of WOF is the closest thing to
forgotten, love. Not to mention that I’m likely in the running for-“
being a modern-day regent. King of the world, no less. Are you
“For the chairmanship, yes, I’ve heard.”
saying that marriage to Joi would place you on the WOF throne? What
Nigel’s eyes narrowed, “From whom?”
about chairman Hale and the charter? You aren’t the President of the
“You’re not the only player in the game, Nigel.”
United States. You aren’t even American.”
Nigel gave a genuine smile. “Ah, if only Joi Ohio was more like
“Our union will get me to where I need to be when those other
mum, what a splendid team we would make.”
dominoes you speak of fall.”
“With compliments like yours who needs insults?”
“I see. It seems then that you have a problem.”
“Ouch! The fantasies your sexy mouth incites are instantly
“Joi being missing, you mean?”
doused by your sharp tongue, love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, we weren’t expecting that.”
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“Her not turning up is not an option. But when she does, she
“Yes. Find her and return her to me pronto. Adam comes
won’t marry you.”
back now. Also, WOF drops all charges against him. In return, he’ll
“Not even to save mum and her lover from prison?
agree to live out his life at Valhalla and limit his travel to the northern
“I’d never ask that of her.”
hemisphere. In other words, he’ll never travel down under again.”
“Ah. A glaring difference between us. You see, I will demand
“How is that suppose to help me, love? I might be willing to
whatever I must to reach my goal.”
give Adam back to you and get WOF off his bum, but no way will I
“Of course. But leave Joi out of it. I can help you grab the
give up Joi.”
brass ring.”
“You will if I give you something else. Something that will get
Nigel choked back the scotch he was sipping. “You’re offering
you the power you crave without the headache of being tied to a
to assist me?”
woman you don’t want.”
“I’m suggesting we can help each other.”
“Don’t want? Joi’s a diamond of the first water—polished to
“I’m all ears.”
near perfection.”
“If Joi is simply hiding and hasn’t come to any harm—and so
“And you, Nigel, are a man who likes to mine for diamonds in
help me God if you’ve hurt her in any way I’ll kill you Nigel!”
the rough so that you can hone and shape them to your perverse
Nigel sighed. “Let’s not go there again, love. She’s run off, and
desires.”
every bloody stone on the planet is being kicked over to find her, I
He shrugged and nodded his head.
assure you.”
“I realize that my father wanted his heir, a grandson produced
“Fine. Let’s cut to the chase then. I want my daughter and
by you and his granddaughter, to one day rule the world, but why
Adam returned to Valhalla.”
should you give him what he wanted if you don’t have to? Why
“Earth to Marcia, we’ve just announced that Joi is missing.”
should any of us?”
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“Oh, ho! Marcia, love of my life!” He shot up from the sofa
“It’s true. Even more so when he tried to undermine your
toward the hologe. “God, if only you were really here, I’d hug you
position at GIN and WOF.”
breathless! Do go on.”
“Why? My fall from grace should have made you ecstatic!”
Marcia nodded knowingly. She hadn’t been exactly sure until
A dark shadow flickered across her eyes. She shook her head.
this moment as to whether or not Nigel knew that Odin Karn had
“Don’t you see? His actions against you proved you were progeny.”
tried to block him from WOF’s board. After Nigel had surprisingly
Nigel thought about the way Odin had sought to control his
gained controlling shares of GIN in the teens, Karn had thought his
daughter and granddaughter. The lengths he had gone to keep
prodigy too powerful. Had foreseen he could be trouble to the
Marcia in line. Odin’s face flashed in his mind. The man had taught
American interests, interests that included keeping control of WOF.
him all that the books couldn’t. Had understood him better than
Despite Odin Karn’s shaping of corporate rulership of the world, he
anyone.
remained enigmatic in that he held tight to his belief in American
“I loved the son of a bitch! You’re probably the only one on
superiority and right to rule over the elite.
this screwed up planet I can say that to who can possibly
“It amazes me that for as many strings as my father pulled, he
understand.”
never got entangled in them.”
“Of course I understand. Much, much too well. And my
“That’s because he took a machete to any that got too
response to you is let’s together say “Screw you, Odin,” and deny him
complicated or two close.”
his final twisted wish.”
“There was time he thought of you as a son.”
“And give me my twisted desire to sit at WOF’s helm?”
“Never.”
Marcia grinned and reached inside her jacket, pulled out a
“Yes. And I was jealous.”
manila folder, and held up the label flap.
Nigel stared at her in disbelief.
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Nigel mouthed the name on the label. “For the love of Blair, I
don’t fricken believe it!” He reached for the file as the hologe
dissolved.
“Believe it. Deliver Adam and Joi to me and the key to the
kingdom is yours.”
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worse. Now inside, finding the space cool and quiet as a tomb, his
suspicion was nearly confirmed. Then he heard movement. The
barest shift of cloth and tin of metal as somebody tensed to his right.
Ever so slowly he crouched low and felt for a stone. His hand
wrapped around a fist-sized rock. Without hesitation he launched it
to his right, into the darkness.
Chapter Thirty
Something hit the wall near her head, causing dirt to fly into
her face. Screaming in fear, Joi struck out blindly. The rod sliced
Joi hugged the wall, gripping the chain she had retrieved from
through the air and into the wall, causing more rock and dirt to fall.
one of her dead abductors. The body that had blocked the cave
Arms of steel grabbed her from behind. She tried to strike out again,
entrance was now creeping toward her, allowing the light outside to
but was slammed to the ground. The attacker followed her down.
stream in and backlight him. She was certain it was a man, a large
She rolled to the side. Out of reach. Not quite. He grabbed her ankle.
man, who seemed to move with the grace and stealth of a panther.
She kicked out with her free leg and was rewarded with a harsh
Gripping the chain tighter, she poised herself to strike.
groan. Tried to kick again, his body fell over hers, pinning her legs.
Jax wanted to call out to Adam, but didn’t dare. According to
She squealed in rage. Fists flying, she connected with his jaw before
his digi’s GPS, his mentor was no more than a hundred feet inside the
two brutal hands clamped her wrists.
cave. He’d come across an abandoned truck fifty feet from the cave’s
Jax had thought the first scream he heard was a woman’s, but
entrance. The engine was cold. No evidence of blood or struggle in
wasn’t sure until her heard her scream again when he pinned her.
the cab or flatbed. Footprints indicated two men dragging a third
Even so, she had landed a nasty left hook to his jaw before he was
person. He had stood by the cave’s entrance for several minutes,
able to subdue the wildcat. His body now covered hers, preventing all
listening for sounds inside. The silence had caused him to think the
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motion. It was too dark to make out her features, could only feel hot,
Her eyes widened. Who was he? How did he know Adam?
heavy breath against his neck.
Nigel! He was Nigel’s henchman. Eyes darting about, her mind
“Where are the others?” he hissed.
churned for a way out.
Her latest abductor spoke English. This was a surprise.
“Let me go!” She shoved against him in vain. Kicked out, but
“Dead! Your friends are dead!”
he was ready and hooked her leg with his, causing her to tumble to
Jax’s gripped tightened on her wrists causing her to cry out.
the ground. He sat on her pelvis, his thighs bracketing her legs. Her
“Dead? How?”
wrists shackled above her head by his hands.
“I don’t know! Maybe I killed them! I’ll kill you, too!”
“A real hell cat, aren’t you?”
“Them?”
Joi glared at him before closing her eyes. “Is that what turns
“Yeah! Friends of yours I take it! What is it about the men
you on?”
around here? Have nothing better to do than beat up and rape
“Maybe.”
women?”
“Then I’ll be sure to remain perfectly docile.”
In the next instance, she was being pulled up and dragged
He snorted. “Is that possible?”
toward the cave’s entrance.
Wetness trickled from corners of her eyes, washing a trail
“What are you doing? Let me go! Where are you taking me?”
through the dust that covered her face.
He stopped a few feet from the entrance and pushed her
“Good God! You think I mean to rape you?”
against the wall. Iron hands gripped her shoulders, pinning her
She bit her lip. Don’t cry, damn it! She scolded herself to no
against the wall. Steely eyes trapped hers, holding her mind captive.
avail.
“What have you done with Adam Reeves?”
“The only thing I want from you is information. Where is
Adam Reeves?”
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“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” The tears were
“Paying me? No one is paying me!” She crossed her arms over
streaming.
her chest, which caused Jax to focus on the leather jacket she was
He stood up, completely releasing her. “Sit up.”
wearing.
Jax hovered above, arms folded across his chest. It was
“Where did you get that jacket?”
obvious she wasn’t SF. She couldn’t fight her way out of a plastic bag.
“Tell me who you are and I might tell you where I got it.”
And the tears didn’t belie mental toughness. Maybe that was the
“I’m not sure if you’re a murderess, but you’re damned sure a
ploy. Adam had always had a weakness for feisty blonds with
thief! That jacket belongs to a friend of mine.”
bravado and without too much muscle to back it up. The dusty
She snorted in disbelief. “I can’t imagine you’d have a friend.”
coating didn’t cover the fact that this one, who had just scooted up
“And you don’t want to imagine what I would do to someone
against the wall, fit the bill. Large, luminous eyes peered up from a
who harmed him.”
dirt-streaked face. A pretty face, he noted despite himself. That face?
“I didn’t steal it. What do you care anyway? I would think
It seemed familiar.
you’d be more interested in your two friends back there.” She
“What’s your name?
nodded toward the dark recess of the cave.
“I asked you first.”
Jax grimaced. “Nice try.”
His jaw clenched. “That can’t be, since I am just now asking
“Of course you aren’t interested. You’re the one who killed
you.”
them, aren’t you?”
“It can be because I’ve asked you who your were at least twice
With the stealth of a panther Jax was on her before she
as you were mauling me.”
thought to struggle and had bound her hands and feet with twine that
“How much are they paying you?”
was always looped to his belt. Then he reached inside the jacket and
pulled the digicom he had felt during their struggle.
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Universalist standard issue, had to be Adam’s. Fiddled with it.
Couldn’t catch a break today, it wouldn’t power on. He pocketed it.
“Stay put! Try hopping or rolling out of this cave and see how
far you get before a mountain lion drags you home for dinner.”
Joi glared at him. Too tired to toss a glib remark and much too
tired to try escaping bound as she was. She closed her eyes and
wondered what had happened to Adam. Hopefully, he was faring
better than she.
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Marcia nodded to one of twenty armed guards that
surrounded the transport pad. He shuffled over and handed her a
plain brown package, quarter inch thick.
“This is what you came for.”
The man nodded a salute and rushed back to the hover. It
lifted off into the darkening sky.
Chapter Thirty One
“Marcia, do you mind telling me what that was all about? How
much was I worth?”
The hover landed on the transport pad atop Valhalla at 19:00
She grabbed him and planted a deep kiss. “Priceless,” she
hours. Marcia gasped as she saw Adam being assisted out of the
whispered breathlessly when she finally came up for air.
craft, an air cast on his ankle and a bandage around his skull. The
“Worthless is what you should be saying. I lost our daughter
man assisting him was obviously Nigel’s man.
for Christ sake! The most precious gift you had to give me, your
She ran to him. “Darling! What happened?”
words.”
“Cracked my ankle. Least of our worries. Have you heard
She placed a finger. “Sshh. Don’t do this to yourself. We’ll
from Joi?”
find her.”
“Not yet.”
“Find her? Good, God, I let her drown! She died without
“Ms. Karn?” the man assisting Adam spoke. “I’ve been
knowing who I am-was.“
instructed to deliver Mr. Reeves and to pick up an envelope for Mr.
“Listen to me, our daughter is alive.”
Grey.”
Adam shook his head. Marcia would explain everything, once
he was settled in. She called for assistance and had him taken to her
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suite, where a doctor waited to tend to him. She came back after he
Marcia gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back into
was settled.
the pillow. “How dare you say that Adam Michael Reeves! You settle
The doctor had reported to Marcia that his aside from the
yourself down right now! I know what this is about and you are
fractured ankle, contusion to the right jaw, and dehydration, he was
wrong. You’ve not ruined anyone or anything. Joi is not dead!”
healthy and would make a full recovery.
Adam opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out.
Marcia knew she had the medicine that would ease the
Marcia continued.
damage to his heart and went to deliver it.
“You were right about my father having a GPS tracker
Adam was propped up on the pillows of her bed, his ankle in
implanted in our daughter. And thankfully, you weren’t able to have
an air cast. She eased herself to sit next to him. Kissed his brow. His
it removed.” Marcia pressed the compad on the night stand and
eyes fluttered opened. She smiled at him.
activated the wall screen. She pressed another button and a map of
“You shouldn’t look at me like that.”
Brazil appeared. A tiny red dot blinked in the proximity of Rio de
“Like what?”
Janeiro. She pressed the button again and it zoomed in.
“Like you love me.”
“What’s this?” asked Adam.
“What an odd thing to say.”
“A map of Brazil. And that red dot is our daughter. Where
“My selfishness has done it again.”
she is now. I had the computer plot it. She’s been periodically
“Adam Reeves, whatever are you rambling about? The doctor
moving away from the river since about the time she was thought to
said your head was fine, but you talk as if you’ve lost your mind.”
have drowned.”
Adam sat up, winced. “I should have never come back! I’ve
“How do you know—dear God, what if it’s her body being
ruined our lives all over again.”
moved.”
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“A reasonable point. For once we must thank our lucky stars
men in the cave, he wasn’t surprised. To have called them rough was
that my father was so anal retentive. In addition to the standard GPS,
an understatement. If the emblems on their jackets hadn’t given
he had another chip implanted, which monitors her vital signs. The
them away, the tattoos emblazoned on their chests confirmed their
reports indicate our daughter is very much alive.”
ilk. Crisscrossed machetes over the words: Soldado Diabo, solider of
Marcia squealed in surprise and delight as Adam gave her a
the devil. One of the roughest gangs in Brazil, even M-Plex had not
bear hug and then proceeded to kiss her witless. Coming up for air,
been able to subdue them. If Adam were dead, it had likely happened
she mildly protested and pushed away.
at their hands, slowly and painfully. Soldado Diabo prided
“Darling, you’re injured. You need your rest. Let me check
themselves on their sadism. If they had tortured Adam, they would
with Rolf, I think it’s time for your medicine”
have made Joi witness the ordeal. That was likely the least of it;
“You’re the only medicine I need, I’ll ever need.” He pulled her
didn’t want to consider what they had done to her. Upon leaving
back.
their bodies for the bats, rodents, and snakes, Jax had walked back to
Joi and picked her up, carried her to the truck, sat her in the
passenger seat, and untied her. Surprisingly, she didn’t protest.
Their eyes had merged, locked. An unspoken understanding that
Jax pulled the pickup into a pine grove and cut the engine. Joi
neither of them was the enemy they were searching for or running
caught the sound of water rushing over rocks. A sound she had
from. They hadn’t uttered a sound as the rumbling tank of a truck
heard for the first time and had become too familiar with all in the
had traveled the dirt road to the place near to where his hovercraft
same day. This day.
was hidden.
Jax noted she was shivering. It was still eighty degrees in the
“We’re only a few miles from Rio. We’ll camp here for the
shade so assumed she was frightened. After examining the two dead
night.”
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She looked at him and then turned toward the window.
He laughed, too. “OK, Joi Ohio. From America, right?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Look, I know this is
She nodded.
bizarre. I thought you…well, hell, I thought you’d killed my best
“So if you aren’t from Ohio, where-“
friend. After where we’ve just come from… What you’ve obviously
“Texas.”
been through… What I’m trying to say is I don’t think you’re a
Jax tensed, withdrew his hand from hers. “Whereabouts?”
murderess. Let’s start over. I’m Jax Cormante.” He extended his
“A place you’ve likely never heard of, northwest of Austin.”
hand.
Oh, I’ve heard of it. “Is that where you met Adam?”
Joi looked down at the large hand. Dirt-encrusted, calloused,
“I-“ Eyelids shuttered her eyes. “Who are you?”
scarreda hand of wide experience unlike any male hand she had
“I’m a friend of Adam Reeves. More than a friend, he’s like a
ever seen. Oddly, she found it compelling, ruggedly beautiful. She
father.”
placed her hand in his. Energy surged up her wrist and infused her
She looked up, hesitation in her eyes.
with warmth. She pulled away. He held on. His eyes reached for hers
“I believe he went to the funeral of…of an old colleague and
and held on, too. No longer the color of steel; dark ash of a
also to visit the man’s daughter. You must have been at the funeral,
smoldering fire.
too. That’s how you met, isn’t it?”
“Joi. Joi Ohio,” she said with breath she was sure he had
She nodded.
stolen.
“Karn was the name of the dead man. The daughter, the
“Ah, a Midwestern girl.”
woman Adam went to see, her name was Marcia Karn. Do you know
“Huh?”
her?”
“Ohio. I’m from Illinois myself.”
“Somewhat. She’s my mother.”
She giggled. “No. My last name is Ohio.”
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An image of a photograph Jax had once seen flashed through
“Dried, you know, just add water.” He laughed at her
his mind. He had come upon Adam, passed out from booze, as he so
befuddled expression. “No, I guess the granddaughter of Olin Karn
often had been in the many months after the Fini massacre, and
wouldn’t know a thing about survival rations.”
clutching a picture of a woman. A beautiful woman, who was Joi
Her chin lifted. “Don’t presume to know about me, sir!”
Ohio’s mother. That’s why Joi had looked familiar.
Ignoring his hand, she swept passed him, head in the air. “I’m quite
“Jesus, so the three of you shuttled off to Rio? Why?”
able to care for myse-“ Her foot struck a rock and she tumbled down
“No, that’s not what happened.” Joi proceeded to tell him the
a short incline to the open space where Jax was planning to make
whole story. Couldn’t help note that his hands balled into fists at the
camp.
mention of Nigel’s name.
He laughed as he ran to her side. “Are you all right?”
“…so when you found me, I had just awakened and still don’t
“How dare you laugh at me! You think my breaking my neck
know exactly what happened.”
is funny!”
“Good, God! You’re one lucky lady! That’s what happened.”
Jax turned his head sideways. “Hmm? Neck, huh? From
He got out of the truck and walked around to her door. “Sun’s almost
where I’m standing looks like you landed on the opposite end of the
down and it’ll be dark and cold in no time. C’mon Ohio.” Jax opened
spine.” He reached for her hand.
the door and offered a hand. Joi raised a brow at him calling her by
“Get your damned hands off me!” She scrambled up, slapping
her last name. If he noticed, he gave no sign.
his assisting hands.
“Hungry? I’ve got beef stew, rolls, and coffee.”
He struggled to keep a straight face as his body shook. “Right.
“Beef stew?”
It’s obvious that you are quite capable of taking care-“
“Don’t say it! Don’t you dare!”
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“Chill, Ohio. I’m off to gather wood for a fire.” He was
through the brush and almost out of sight when he shouted back to
her. “Hey, Ohio, I wouldn’t presume to tell you how to take care of
yourself, but might I suggest you remain in this open spot and not
venture into the deep grass where there might be snakes.”
The scowl on her face began to transform into a smile as she
was touched by his thoughtfulness. Then his mocking laughter
arrived on the wind and the scowl returned.
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the Jew or Gentile traitors. They seek only to tear down the
Fatherland.”
Ludwig Clare Piedmont was a good son. Minding his father in
all things, he ignored his own reservations about military pursuits
and even sacrificed popularity among his peers by pursuing a military
career. Unable to attend military school in West Germany due to both
Chapter Thirty Two
U.S. and Soviet fears that Nazi German could easily rise again, his
father sent him to a private military academy in Great Britain when he
Ludwig Piedmont was tired. Tired of being surrounded by
was age eight, where he graduated with honors at age sixteen. He was
little men with little minds. More to the point, tired of pretending he
accepted into the Bundeswehr and was quickly singled out by the
had anything in common with them. Worse, admitting that he did.
American CIA and served as a spy in East Germany, Poland, and the
Born a decade after World War II, he had spent a good portion
Soviet Union until the Berlin Wall fell in 1989. Soon after he was
of his life exorcising demons that lurked in the German psyche after
elevated to commandant and put in charge of the U.N. Peacekeeping
the Nazi reign. It had been no easy task with a father who had
Force.
proudly fought for the Third Reich and, through his dying breathe,
Piedmont was certainly no peacenik. To his mind, peace was
uttered not one syllable of remorse for the dark deeds he had carried
nothing more than a pause between perpetual war. A student of
out on behalf of his government.
history, war had been the way of things long before Troy. Men fought
“For God and county, Ludwig,” Clare Boris Piedmont often said
for any number of reasons, even a pretty face, but, more often than
to his son. “There is no nobler pursuit than to be a soldier for God
not, it was out of necessity and the desire for power. That’s why he
and county, my boy. Enemies will criticize. Tell extravagant lies in
had been enthusiastic about WOF’s mission. To establish a
hopes of making you doubt the mission you perform. Listen not to
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hierarchical world order that everybody could live with; a world where
Piedmont had once admired his associate. A man, not unlike
nobody went hungry, lacked shelter, medical care, or a job. Likewise,
himself, who had had the discipline and commitment needed to make
nobody wanted for more, except the few born into the good life. And
good soldier. A man who also possessed a brain that preferred the
what was the harm, after all, in some having more—a lot more—than
sweat and grime that came with deep thinking rather than the sterile
others so long as everyone had the basics? Let the powerful fight
simplicity of minds which lent themselves to easy washing. As the
each other for corporate dominance with the boardroom as battlefield
man limped toward him, he felt a moment’s sadness. Sometimes
and leave the average poor sob out of it. It had been a good plan.
thinking too deeply was not an asset. Seeing the world too clearly
Like so many plans, practice didn’t match theory.
could turn a man inside out and back again. Bent, twisted, and
While he still maintained that most humans were basically
uprooted like a mighty oak that had lost a battle with a hurricane, the
lazy and quite happy to be manipulated so long as they had the
shell of a soldier approached him.
necessities and a two-week paid holiday each year, there remained a
“Please have a seat, Bart.”
significant number that wanted more for themselves. Still others who
Bart St. John eased himself into one of two leather guest
dreamt of something better for everyone and couldn’t be subdued.
chairs that faced the general’s desk, trying unsuccessfully to suppress
These were the troublemakers.
a groan of relief as he took the weight off his bum hip and leg.
The compad trilled, “General Piedmont, sir.”
“Leg troubling you?’
“Yes, Giles.”
Inhaling deeply. “No worse than usual.”
“Your visitor has arrived.”
Piedmont hadn’t planned on extending any social graces, but
“Very good, send him in and then you can go. We’re finished
old habits were hard to break. He pulled a bottle and two glasses
for the day.”
from the bottom desk drawer.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks, general,” said Bart taking the offering.
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Piedmont tipped his glass and they both tossed back the shot.
“I wasn’t calling you a coward, Major. I was referring to Lucid
“Woo! Goodnight Eileen!” exclaimed Bart hoarsely. “Can drink
Tuesday. I would have thought you would given your eye teeth to be
Wild Turkey like water, but your hooch ignites with a God awful back
a ground zero when it went down.”
kick before it hits the belly!”
“Nawh, wouldn’t give my eye teeth, even if I had ‘em.
The general smiled. “Schnapps is an acquired experience.” He
UniCouncil has it under control. Don’t need me anymore.”
poured them each another. “I have to tell you, Bart, I was not pleased
Piedmont silently agreed. Bart took another swig of schnapps.
to hear from you and less so to hear you risked coming to the
“Yep. My work is done down under so I thought it was time to
Summit.”
pay you a visit and collect on our deal.”
Bart stopped his glass midway to his lips. “No less than me,
“Your timing leaves something to be desired, ja?”
my friend.”
“Nein, good buddy. I’m right on time. When the rockets glare
Piedmont raised a skeptical brow. “I’m surprised that you
red and the inmates are freed on Tuesday, you’ll need me.”
aren’t deep in one of those crystal caves Australia was once so
“Ja?”
famous for.”
“Yeah. Me. The Aquarians. Me leading the Aquarians.
“Oh, come now, Commandant. I may not look like the man I
Shoring up support among the masses and convincing the lower
use to be, but I haven’t turned yellow.”
ranks of WOF to come aboard as their worldwide vessel sinks.”
Piedmont nodded slowly and thought, yes, you have, Major St.
“Hmm? I had no idea you wielded such power from your,
John. Your skin is yellow from the jaundice that comes from years of a
what shall we call it, your outpost. On a forgotten continent no less.”
steady stream of whiskey flowing through the veins. Worse, you soul
“Outpost? Do I need to remind you that my outpost has kept
has yellowed from an ego tinged green with envy of your best friend.
you informed about the Universalists? Or that I’ve conducted a
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lucrative arms business for the both of us from that forgotten
“Lord knows I have my faults, Commandant, but I’ve yet to
locale?”
break a promise.”
“Nein. I remember. And as I remember, I’ve given you
Piedmont sat still as stone.
payment that exceeds any monetary price.”
“I could not risk telling you any way but in person. I have
“Me? Those satellites were for me? I think the Unicouncil
something too precious to risk giving you other than by my own
would be surprised to hear that.”
hand.”
“Those satellites are the lifeline. No satellites, no Lucid
Impossible! Thought Piedmont.
Tuesday. It’s what you wanted, ja?”
Bart reached inside his jacket, pulled out an archaic looking
“Of course, of course! But you don’t think I’d risk disturbing
folder, and slid it across the desk to the General. Its color, once
the hive unless I’d be among the top honey bears, do you?”
buttery yellow, was now puce. The once crisp corner of the label tab,
“Nein. Sadly for you, you didn’t live up to your end of the
crinkled and bent. The name typed on the label, though faded, was
agreement.”
still legible. Impossible!
“What? The hell I didn’t! Without me, the negotiations
The look of disbelief on the Piedmont’s face was more than
between you and Cormante would have never happened.”
enough to make St. John crack a yellow-toothed grin.
“Perhaps. In any event, I’ve thanked you for your part in the
Piedmont flipped open the file with his index finger. Inside
matter. I am not referring to water under the bridge by the way. I’m
lay a quarter-inch of yellowed documents. He lifted the first one. A
referring to the TNT that will blast the dam holding back the water.”
memo from Olin Karn to E. Beight, October 1, 2005, subject: Global
“So that’s what’s got your shorts twisted?”
Takeover – War on Terror Will Solidify Corporate Cartel’s Power. It
Piedmont had grown weary of the conversation and shot the
was a photocopy of what appeared to be an original document typed
major a sharp look.
on official White House stationery. Piedmont thumbed through the
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other documents. More of the same, memos to Beight from Karn,
“Jesus A. Christ! You think I would travel halfway around the
fifteen in all, written from March 2000 through October 2008.
world to deliver fakes?”
Piedmont flipped the file shut without bothering to read the
“It must be hard to see the Ferris wheel keep turning long
documents.
after you’ve jumped off. Never stopping to let you back on when you
“You traveled five thousand miles to give me this?”
realized how thrilling it was. Even with the motion sickness it caused
Bart’s smug smile faded. “Hell, yes, you didn’t think I trust the
you, it was superior to being swallowed by the faceless crowd.”
Post Office, did you?”
“You think this is about some quest for glory?”
Even if Piedmont had gotten the old joke, he wouldn’t have
“Isn’t it always?”
been amused. “Where and how did you get these?”
“Oh, I get it. You’ve got the file, so fuck St. John. I don’t think
“Details aren’t important. Only that I’ve delivered them to you
so, Commandant! I think many on WOF’s board would be interested
before the board meeting, before things go down, just as we agreed.”
in hearing how cozy you’ve become with the insurgents.”
“Ja? Your timing is off, major. Things are already going down
“Who would believe such a lunatic? A crazed enemy of the
as you say. These documents are of no use to me.” He pushed the
civilized world believed over a man who has served with distinction
folder back across the desk.
for five decades? Go ahead, give it your best shot, Major.”
“The hell you say? The Beight file is of no goddamned use?
In Bart’s mind he struck like a cobra and was across the desk
I’ve just delivered you the freakin’ modern day holy grail!”
with his hands on the Commandant’s throat. In reality, Piedmont had
“Even if I believed these documents were authentic-“
raised his gun before Bart struggled out of his chair.
“You accusing me of forgery?”
Piedmont shook his head. “You’re too pathetic to kill. Get out
“Let’s just say I have my doubts that these are genuine.”
of my sight.”
“We had a deal!”
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“No. I would never do business with a disgrace like you. In
“Less will be said about WOF’s board come tomorrow I
the beginning, I had a deal with Major Bart St. John, one of the finest
presume.”
soldiers I’ve ever known. My mistake. I hadn’t realized I was dealing
“The mental anguish will be severe. No plans for physical
with a zombie.”
harm.”
“You’re making one helluva mistake.”
“Of course, nonviolence is part of the Universalists’ creed.”
Piedmont pressed the compad. Two armed guards quickly
It was as if she was a stealth fighter with malfunctioning
came through the doors. “Escort Major St. John to the brig.”
systems. Piedmont’s radar went off.
Piedmont had no regrets. Soldiers sometimes had to be
“Let us hope it remains so. You stick with providing the tools
sacrificed. The supposed Beight file caught his eye. He almost
necessary to free the minds. M-Plex and my Security Force will deal
admired St. John his moxy. Had he been able to shape him starting
with use of force, should it be necessary.”
from boot camp he may have forged him into an excellent
“Of course, Luddy-lud, you know best.” Throaty laughter
commander. The compad trilled, dissolving the thought.
surged from the speaker causing a cold tingle to zigzag from his nap
“Prompt as ever.”
to tail.
“Oh, Luddy-lud, I’d never be tardy for a date with you.”
Both gave an obligatory titter.
“What have you to report, madam secretary?”
“Loaded and awaiting launch sequence.”
“Excellent. Our major has been taken care of.”
“Oh? I hope he didn’t suffer too much.”
“Didn’t suffer at all.”
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Jeniz handed him a drink. He frowned when she moved to sit
stiffly in a chair perpendicular to the sofa. “You must be lost, you’re
in the wrong hemisphere.”
He didn’t like what he saw. She looked like a ragamuffin.
Aside from appearing to have been wearing the same gray running
suit for days and not owning a hairbrush, her skin was splotchy and
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the circle under her eyes would compete with a raven’s.
“Gavin contacted me, which I’m sure you realized the moment
“Lord Krishna! What are you doing here?” Scanning the
you opened the door.” He took a swig of beer.
perimeter from her porch, she grabbed his arm, hauled him into the
“So you stopped by to make sure I hadn’t flipped out, given
house, and slammed the door.
the game away?”
“Nice to see you, too, Jeniz.”
“Something like that. And to reassure you that you did the
“You’ve put us both in danger coming here.”
right thing.”
Mike plopped on the couch. “A beer? Yes, that would
“Funny, but I never recall Adam teaching us that killing was
marvelous.”
ever the right thing.”
She rolled her eyes, and walked down the hall. “Why aren’t
“It was self-defense.”
you in Rio?”
“Murder.”
The auto bartender beeped.
“You had no choice, Three Little Pigs would have been…bacon
“On my way.”
if you hadn’t silenced Williams.”
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“Did you hear that?” Jeniz shot up from the chair and pressed
Jeniz let him lead her to the tub and scrub her back. All the
a button on the wall compad. Three security screens appeared on the
while thinking how ironic that he thought she felt unworthy in his
wall, which monitored the street in front of her unit, her back garden,
eyes because she had murdered a man albeit to save the mission. She
and roof. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
certainly felt horrible about that, but something even heavier was
Mike LeBonn studied her as she studied the screens. Jeniz,
clinging to her soul, pulling her psyche into a cold, dark place. Her
who had always had the poise of a goddess, was as fidgety as a fruit
guilt in having taken another lover and killing him, of course, weighed
fly.
heavily upon her. The crushing burden, however, was the realization
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
that she had loved the man.
Haunted eyes looked at him. She shrugged.
Mike tucked the covers around her and took her into his arms.
“That’s what I thought. First thing we do is get you into a hot
“Mike, you need to catch a flight to Rio-“
bath. Then to bed.”
He silenced her with a kiss. “I’ll be there in time. I’m going to
“Come on, Mike, you flew five thousand miles out of your way
stay with you until you fall asleep. Just close you eyes and listen.”
to scrub my back?”
He stroked her hair. “Your job is done.”
He smiled and walked to her. “Pah, that’s nothing. I’d crawl
“But-“
through the galaxy on my hands and knees to wash your feet.” He
He kissed her again. “Quit interrupting or I’ll end up making
leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head.
love to you beyond Lucid.”
“You’re right. I’m a fright. Not even fit to kiss.” She tried to
She smiled, but Mike thought it looked more like a frown. In
step around him, but he held her shoulders.
another place and time, she would have deepened their kiss and made
“Don’t you know by now that there’s nothing you could ever
his exaggeration truth.
do that would turn me off?” He gave her a chaste kiss on the mouth.
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He kissed her eyes shut. “Tomorrow morning you’ll get up and
digi showed 1:27. The detective settled into an easy chair and
head for work like you normally do. But you won’t go back to Aqua
propped his feet up. Didn’t expect any movement until dawn; if there
d’Or. There will be a car parked on the shoulder of the exit ramp to
was, he’d know. He had had Central program his digicom to receive
d’Or. A man will open the hood. You’ll stop to lend him a hand. It’ll
alerts from this block, which came in from the infrared sensor grid
be Gavin. He’ll drive you to field ops for Little Red Riding Hood
that monitored every block in every city in the region.
Eastern Seaboard.”
Murkowski hadn’t recognized the man who had come to her
“You tell me this and expect me to sleep?”
door a few hours before. A check of the taxi that had dropped him
“Truthfully? I don’t want to waste our last hours together
off showed he had been picked up from Guiliani and driven straight
watching you sleep.”
to Aribiba’s. The fifty-six-mile trip made for a hefty fare, which was
Jeniz Aribiba felt like a cold, hollow shell. But she couldn’t be.
no object as the man had paid with a government card. That had
Must still feel…something. Why else would tears be streaming down
been a surprise. A bigger one came when Murkowski got the trace.
her face? Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was telling her
The expense card was issued to Michael LeBonn, Senior Assistant to
that she had once loved this man. Her heart didn’t remember. Yet
the Office of the Vice President of the United States. A deeper trace
love must still be alive somewhere in this shell of a woman because it
had come back Code 360. Murkowski’s hackles had stood straight up
told her to reach up and stroke his bristly beard and draw his mouth
then. This guy had the highest security clearance allowed and the full
to hers. He never need know how deep her betrayal. And she could
protection of WOF and SF International. Special assistant indeed.
sleep when she was dead.
Keeping an eye on Aribiba’s darkened townhouse, Murkowski
pressed a hallowed button on his digicom.
From the vacant unit across the street, Lt. Murkowski watched.
“Huhhlo?”
The light from the upstairs bedroom went out. The readout on his
“Grover?”
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“Uh-huh.”
“Consort to Consort, or Consort to Sumer?”
“This is Stan Murkowski, SF 26 Eastern SB.”
“We wouldn’t be talking if it were the latter.”
“Must be dreaming. Midnight calls about subversives ended
“Right. Whose the other consort?”
with Fini.”
“That’s not important. Can you pick the lock?”
“It’s after well past midnight, my friend. And, in case you
“As you can imagine, post-Fini, has really put a damper on my
haven’t heard, there appears to be cracks in the foundation of the
work. There hasn’t been international smuggling ring or even an
new world order.”
domestic terrorist cell to chew on for years. Not much to eat since EIS
“Oh?” Stretched wide with a yawn.
delivery to Sumers was perfected”
“Surely you were one of the first to hear about mounting
“And misdeeds of rulers and consorts have been legalized.”
Sumer unrest. Eastern thought it was isolated, but our spiders have
Grover laughed. “Most of them anyway. R and C’s still commit
brought back reports of similar troubles throughout North America,
crimes of passion from time to time, but charges are rarely pressed.
both Anglo and Latin.”
No, all and all, I’ve had little to do in the last decade. Dare I say it
“Yes, I’ve heard. But there’s nothing to be done about it at—
would be the highlight of my week to oblige you.”
Jesu! It’s nearly two in the morning, Murk!”
“Oblige in the next couple of hours?”
“Not calling about Sumer unrest. I need a lock picked.”
“I’d prefer to prolong the enjoyment, but if you insist…”
“Go on.”
“I do.”
“Need the contents of the box on target LeBonn, Michael,
“The scent must be strong.”
special assistant to Vice President Fowler.”
“It’s all I can do not to howl and wake the neighborhood.”
“You know I never ask why, but I’m asking. Why?”
“I’ll have the data before dawn.”
“He may be involved in a murder.”
“Thanks buddy.”
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Murkowski lit another cigarette. Though it disqualified him
for health insurance, he couldn’t kick the habit. He was sure he could
make a case for first-rate detectives and chain smoking being
inexorably linked, but there always seemed to be a more important
case ahead in line. Like this one. His nose was dripping like a
beagle’s on the trail of a prized rabbit in the back woods.
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face was dripping with water and crystals of moisture clung to his
thick, wiry hair. Rain beat down, each drop a tum upon the taunt skin
of earth. The many merged and created a rhythm Marshall could not
resist. His body swayed, hands and feet and hips moving circular,
rising high and low with wind and grass, and cool, lush rainsacred
water. Marshall opened his mouth wide like a hippopotamus,
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devouring torrents of life-giving nourishment from the breasts of
Mbaba Mwana Waresa, the Great Rain Mother of All, and still he was
Marshall Sanbujuma stood in a sea of golden grass, knee-high
parched. Now carp-mouthed, he suckled as a babe and was quenched.
and stretching endlessly in all directions. A cool breeze rippled the
The deluge ceased. Contented, he curled into a cradle of savanna
sedge, creating earthen waves. Above, a creosote sky mimicked the
grass as gentle rain lullabyed him toward slumber. Needles pricked
savanna in span and motion. Dusky clouds hung ripe and heavy like
his cheek. His eyes fluttered open. Froze wide. The creosote sky had
new mother’s breasts. Smiling, he closed his eyes, lifted arms high
shattered into blood red. Black drops oozed from bloody heaven,
and wide, and silently chanted to his mother for her life-sustaining
crashing around him and exploding toxic orangesingeing skin,
liquid. Mbaba Mwana Waresa, Mbaba Mwana Waresa, Mbaba Mwana
scorching lungs, and suffocating his soul. The ground gave way and
Waresa. The sanguine breeze gave way to a tempest that bowed his
he tumbled into emptiness, surrounded only by the sound of a
body like a reed until its only choice was to collapse spread eagle
woman’s throaty laughter.
onto the grass. His prayer though, unfettered by mortal weight, could
Marshall Sanbujuma bolted upright and called into the
not be subdued. Rising sharp and sheer from immobile smiling lips,
darkness. “Diamond? Daj are you in here?
his wish sliced through the angry air and reached mother’s ears. A
drop of liquid pelted his cheek. Then another, and another, until his
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A shaky hand pressed the compad beside his bed and soft
“I am sorry, sir, but my orders are to not let anyone pass who
golden hydrolight flamed in the central fire pit. Wiping sweat from
does not have clearance.”
his brow, he leaned back onto his pillow and took a steadying breath.
The chuckle that escaped Marshall did not reach his dark eyes.
It had been many moons since Mbaba Mwana Waresa had
“Do you know who I am?”
visited his dreams. The last time was five years ago on the eve of the
“Of course, Mr. Sanbujuma, sir.”
Unicouncil vote to decide whether or not to proceed with Lucid
“Then why would you think I do not have clearance?”
Tuesday. The Great Rain Mother had quenched his troubled mind
“Because I told him you didn’t.”
then. This time her comfort had given way to an inauspicious sign.
Marshall swung toward the familiar voice.
Fire. Fire raining down from the sky. Fire incinerating the earth. He
“Come, Mar-mar. We must talk.” The two guards with Z-guns
didn’t need dream analysis 101 to understand the symbolism.
shadowing Daj made it clear he had no option.
Nuclear holocaust. But why did Mbaba Mwana Waresa show it
happening upon the savanna of his homeland? Surely no one was
“Your bodyguards aren’t coming in?” asked Marshall as the
planning to nuke the sub Saharan that WOF had designated no man’s
door to his suite closed. “Too bad, I was thinking we might play a
land more than a decade ago. The sound of Daj’s laughter rang in his
friendly game of canasta.”
head. Daj, daughter of Africa; a diamond, honed by fire. Daj had
Daj chortled. The throaty laughter of his nightmare. “Mar-
recently told him she was ready to fight fire with fire. Had she meant
mar, you are a silly enu. Some things never change.”
using the ultimate fire?
“And some do.”
“Ah.” She picked up a Zulu war mask, one of the few that had
“Mr. McDonald, I will not ask again. Now kindly step aside.”
survived Fini and the sixteen seemingly endless years since. A sweet
smile formed as she realized the end was finally here.
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“That is all you have to say? Why have you shut me out of the
“First of all, I have been part of this movement for as long as
command center?”
you! That aside, Adam walked out before the vote and Jax abstained!
“I’m sorry you had to find out as you did. I had planned to tell
You and Jax were named co-directors by two votes, and four of the
you this morning. Who knew you were going to rise and leave your
seven who supported the action are dead!”
quarters before dawn wiggled her bright fingers? Or in our case
“So?”
before the hydrolights powered up in the main tunnel. It would be
“So, old Universalists with old ideas have died or are dying.
glorious to see a sunrise again, eh?”
The Uni’s who replaced the old one’s have new vision. They are tired
“It would be glorious if you would answer my question. Why
of crawling on their knees in the bowels of the planet. While you and
don’t you want me in the command center?
Jax dream of a past that might have been, a new generation has
She sighed and set the mask down. “Because your work is
decided to make a future. Fight for a future!”
finished my darling. Time for you to step aside and let the plan play
“My bones may creak and my vision may have grayed with my
out.”
hair, but I’m not senile, Daj. I know the young ones are restless.
“Jax left oversight of Lucid to me.”
Much of it is exactly because of youth. It would be odd if they didn’t
“Did he? And who, Mr. Consensus Rule, gave self-proclaimed
want to make their mark on the world, which is precisely why the
Emperor Cormante authority to anoint a regent in his absence?”
Council agreed upon and has worked toward Lucid. Our efforts have
“What in the name of Gaia are you talking about? Adam, Jax,
been quite remarkable, in fact.”
and I have led this movement since the beginning! The Unicouncil
“No more remarkable than our efforts leading up to Fini.”
deemed that Jax and I would oversee the mission with you and others
Marshall shrugged. “What does any of this have to do with
managing the daily ops of the major pieces.”
blocking me from the command center?”
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Daj ran her fingertip along the age-dulled tip of a Maasai lion
freedoms. Where humans had the potential to seek and embrace
kill spear mounted on the wall. “You still believe that power is
higher ideals and advanced states of being.”
stronger than force, don’t you Mar-mar?”
Daj shook her head. “Given the evolutionary path we have
“Daj, what does it matter? We have agreed to use limited
taken it will never happen.”
force to make way for power.”
“What are you saying?”
“Yes, the Council decided that. But you don’t believe it will
“I am saying that human beings have built a world based upon
lead to the utopia we envisioned, do you?”
the lower emotions. All designed to feed the ego. Lust and greed for
Marshall took a deep breath and shook his head. “We talk in
people, places, and shiny things. We’ve even had to go and mess up
circles. The aspiration of unconditional love, true compassion,
spirituality. Had to make religion. Slice Goddess-God into countless
forgiveness, and ego-less judgment being the norm not the exception
slivers to fit the small ego of this man or that man. Killing each other
among humanity is still a worthy one. It matters not that functioning
to prove one man-made god is superior to another.”
at the higher emotions will not come as naturally as breathing for
“Not always. We still unite under the many faces of God.
generations. I have not given up hope of a world in which those
Things change.”
holding the tenuous reigns of authority do so with the wisdom and
“We cannot change thousands of years of history. All the
discipline of power rather than force. I still believe even as the swift
nurturing in the world cannot change our nature.”
running sands of time tell me that it will not happen in my lifetime.”
“Oh, really?” Marshall grabbed her by the shoulders and
“Nor in mine, my beloved Mar-mar.”
swung her around to face a mirror on the wall. “Look in the mirror!
“That is why we are willing to go back to a world controlled by
You and I should have fought and died in the tribal wars of our
force, but not the unified force of WOF. Back to the nation state,
homelands, but we didn’t. We didn’t because we were raised to think
where at least there were pockets of democracy, of civil and natural
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and feel differently. Our experience was more evolved than our
but what they are told to desire and aspire to. We must free our
grandparents. We are more evolved.”
brothers and sisters so they can choose.”
“More evolved?” Her brow arched and she stared into his eyes
“They had thousands of years to choose. And they did.” Daj
in the mirror. “I’ve died a thousand deaths in a thousand different
sighed and stared into the glow of the hydrolight fire. Marshall
ways. All the while believing there would be a sign. Something.
shuddered. The fire cast an ominous orange glow across her face.
Perhaps just a peaceful sunrise.” She waved her hand in disgust,
Like the explosion in his dream.
shrugged off Marshall’s hands, and moved away from the mirror.
Her brilliant smiled flashed and she was once again Diamond
“You mustn’t give into despair, Diamond! Stick with our plan.
Daj. “As has usually been the case, my darling, we agree on general
We must destroy the centralization that suffocates the very thing that
philosophy. However, I refuse to be a mule harnessed and forced to
makes us human.”
walk the wider circle to turn the merry-go-round. The human wheel
“What? Freedom?”
that recycles the innate human hierarchy of ruler and ruled must be
“Emotion.”
stopped. Lucid may very well crack WOF’s foundation and shake up
“Have you not listened to a word I’ve been saying? Emotion is
the world order. Yet we both know it won’t be for long.”
what keeps us on this merry-go-round of force! Ego-driven emotions
“We cannot know-“
of jealously, envy, lust, and conditional love.”
“Sooner likelier than later a handful of groups and leaders
“And you think it better to suppress our nature than work to
within those groups will rise above the billions and seize control. You
change it? Now only Rulers are allowed to experience the full gamut
know as well as I that ninety-nine percent will be just fine with it. Oh,
of ego bliss, Consorts only a little less. While most of humanity is
they might moan and groan a bit, but too few will be compelled to
infused with EIS so as not to crave, not to want, not to desire anything
change it. The too few like us. Like we were. Young idealists who,
despite thousands of years of history that proves otherwise, will
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insist that humans can live in harmony with each other and with
Daj raised a brow. “I told you weeks ago that my position had
nature. They will refuse to see our tribal nature, our violent nature.
changed. Why just a few days ago I told you that I was putting my
They will be doomed to repeat the useless cycle of countless
money on force. And you agreed with me.”
generations.”
“No, I did not! I told you I still supported the Unicouncil’s
“Not useless! I concede that as a species we only evolve a
position to proceed with Lucid, to bring the Arians on board as the
baby step every few hundred years. That is the way it is. What is the
counterforce against WOF. That’s all. No more.”
alternative?”
“No more. Exactly.”
“To begin again.”
Marshall grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake.
“But you just said it would be a waste of time.”
“No, Daj! It won’t work! The loss of life will be epic, and you are not
“No, Mar-mar. To truly begin again; to begin from the
God! You cannot smite the heathens and spare the Chosen. You will
beginning.”
destroy us all!”
“To…?”
“Yes.”
“Our homeland, Mar-mar, it’s where it all began millions of
A chill traveled down his spine and iced his entire being.
years ago.”
Daj reached up to touch his face. He twitched, but was unable
“Oh, my God, Daj…”
to pull away as if frozen in place, in time. Familiar fingertips, soft
“Yes, perhaps Daj will be the name the new first generation
and warm, smoothed a time-etched brow, feathered eyelids closed,
evokes as the Creator.”
traced bone and cheek’s hollow, and outlined trembling lips, as a
Marshall wagged his finger at her. “I knew. My gut told me
woman without sight might seek to see a face and imprint it upon her
weeks ago that the shadows had shifted in your soul.”
memory. Her lips lit upon his like a butterfly. His eyes awakened to
the dream.
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“I love you Marshall Sanbujuma. This is why you cannot be in
“Yes, exactly dearest Mar-mar. Your visions are always
the control room. It would cleave your soul to see what must be
accurate.” She tenderly kissed his mouth; brushed her lips along his
done. I am the chaotic side of Creation; you are the benign Hand of
jaw to his ear. “The new world will need a wise shaman.” Her thumb
Order.”
and forefinger pinched his neck and Marshall Sanbujama fell into the
“You will be destroyed, don’t you see? The Universalists will
darkness he had dreamt.
be annihilated. But you will not succeed in killing the head of the
beast! The ICBM’s won’t even reach its tail.”
“Leave the beast to me. Not all Universalists will be sacrificed
in our victory, Mar-mar. Our homeland will provide salvation. Do you
remember what you told me in this room not so long ago as we were
feeling like two old lions too long caged in this darkened zoo?”
“We talked of many things.”
“Yes…including dreaming of seeing our homeland one more
time.”
“Mbaba Mwana Waresa…”
“Our Great Rain Mother?”
“Yes, she came to me last night.”
“Ah. There, you see, she is calling you.”
“And then you came…fire rained from the sky and I fell into
darkness…your darkness.”
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“You were calling me Grey. I’ll kill you Grey, you said. Called
me—him a traitor.”
“Grey is a common name. Why would you think-“
“Your reaction earlier, when I told you about him kidnapping
us.”
“After what he’s done to you, you ought not wonder why I
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hate the man.” Jax stood up. Winced.
“I’m sorry if I injured you, sort of.”
Joi didn’t know which was more disturbing. The fact that Jax
“Sort of!”
had tried to choke her or that sleeping so close to him had allowed
“You were choking me for Pete’s sake! I’m not sorry that I’m
him to do so.
standing here breathing!”
Despite recovering from the pain caused by direct contact of
His teeth flashed in the moonlight. “Neither am I.” He placed
her knee to his groin, Jax found he was the one apologizing.
more kindling and then logs onto the fire, setting it to blaze again.
“Joi, please forgive me! I’ve been told I have hellish
“No, guess I can’t be sorry that you stopped me from choking
nightmares from time to time.”
you. You certainly are nice to snuggle up with on a chilly night.”
She stood, shivering by the dying embers of the camp fire. “I
“About that. Just because we’ve called a truce, it doesn’t give
thought you were going to kill me.”
you the right to take advantage of me.”
“God, no! After what you’ve just been through and now this...”
“Advantage of you? You’re the one that cozied up to me
“Why do you hate Nigel Grey?”
sweetheart.”
His eyes widened.
“I did no such thing!”
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“Oh, you most certainly did. You slinked over, wrapped
was no less magnificent than a god’s. Nigel was the only naked man
yourself around me, and purred like a tabby.”
Joi had ever seen, and, though she had come to realize he lacked the
Her mouth dropped opened.
depth and compassion she yearned for, it only now occurred to her
“You like being stroked like a cat, too.”
how much he lacked in other areas as well.
“Why how dare you, youyou’re a cad! No, a beast! You even
“Ohio! I’m glad you’re here. I need someone to scrub my
smell like one!”
back.” He turned and gave her an equally enlightening view of his
“I certainly don’t smell like a beast—at least not anymore.
backside. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see her sprinting
Surely you haven’t forgotten my bathing in the river this evening.”
back to camp.
“Oh! You are insufferable!” Her cheeks burned at the
memory.
He couldn’t help grinning at the memory.
After they had set up camp, Jax showed her a path that led to
“Wipe that smirk off you face!”
a secluded spot along the river where she could bathe. Once she
“Why? From the way you stared, I obviously have something
determined the current was gentle, she stripped bare and thankfully
to smile about.”
sank into the water, washing away the physical and psychological filth
“OK. That is quite enough. You changed the subject, now I’m
that coated her. Upon returning to camp, Jax was nowhere to found.
changing it back. How do you know Nigel? And what did he do to
Panicking, she hurried down a trail leading away from the path from
make you want to strangle me?”
which she had just returned. This trail, too, led to the river. Before it
Jax settled back against the boulder that served as the
dawned on her that Jax would have wanted to bathe as well, he shot
headboard to their single-blanket mattress. He patted the blanket.
out of the river like Poseidon, standing in knee-high water, twenty
“You’re shivering and I’m about to start. Come over here. Let’s warm
feet in front of her. His body, shaded indigo in the gloaming hour,
each other.”
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Her eyes widened like a startled doe.
An eye cracked opened. His head twisted a fraction toward
“Just warm each other. Haven’t I been a perfect gentleman?”
her. “Studied? You lived through it. Jesu, it wasn’t that long ago.”
“No.”
“I was ten when it began, but quite honestly I knew nothing
“All right, I’ll grant you that. But I’m no beast either. Come
about it until I went to college.”
here and sit beside me and—I can’t believe I’m about to say this.
His chest rumbled.
Come here and I’ll tell you about Nigel.”
“What’s so funny?”
Tentatively, Joi did as she was bid. Leaning against the
“Who are you, Ms.—it is Ms. I take it—Ms. Joi Ohio?”
boulder, she spread the blanket that had been wrapped around her
“Don’t change the subject.”
shoulders over them both. Jax made no move to touch her.
“Granddaughter of the mighty Odin Karn, who, fortunately for
He leaned his bead back and looked up to the sky. The moon
you, had the wherewithal to shelter you. Can’t imagine anyone that
was high against a dusting of stars. He reckoned it was close to
was alive then, not having been exposed to that hell in some way.”
midnight. Threading his hands together behind his head, he closed
“I’m sorry I wasn’t blown up or mangled-“
his eyes. For a moment, Joi thought he had changed his mind and
“Hey, now, don’t get sore. I’m glad you weren’t part of that
was feigning sleep. She’d be damned if she’d beg him to talk.
hell. Really.” His face was turned fully to hers now, eyes open and
Jax’s voice was soft like fine sand paper on pine. “I take it you
intense.
know about Fini.”
She sniffed. “It’s my understanding that Fini was isolated to
“The war? Of course.”
Indochina.”
“Not just the war. The war to end all wars; thus, The End.
“Indochina? You mean Indonesia and Southeast Asia? No
Fini.”
matter. The point is that Fini was never the Universalists’ war, as
“Yes, I studied it in school.”
current history states. We-“
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“We? You’re a Universalist?”
“We didn’t. We sought peace. Our vision was one of mutual
“Yes. More precisely for the era we speak of, an Arian
cooperation that sought to return power to people, as in citizen
Aquarian.”
democracy. We saw no future in a world where a handful of rulers
“Oh, my, God. Adams Reeves…”
made decisions based solely on the company bottom line. That, in
“Yes. Our founder.” He tucked the blanket under her chin.
fact, created policies to reap obscene profits at the expense of human
“Adam, myself, and Marshall Sanbujama had been lobbying and
lives.”
negotiating with world leaders for nearly two years to convince them
“But people are much better off than they ever have been in
of the merits of opting for power over force.” He stopped Joi’s
history! WOF has seen to that! Crime, hunger, and poverty have
question that was forming on her lips. “I’ll explain the concept
ended.”
another time. For now, just know that our mission was peaceful. We
“You are such a child!”
had no plans on fighting a military war with WOF, fully
Joi started to bolt. His hand clamped her upper arm and
acknowledging that even as it labeled itself an infant organization, it
swung her to him. “Wait! Stay. Please. Forget I said that. Your
had been around for generations. A culmination of eighty years of
comment pushed a button. When I finish explaining Fini, I think
corporate-military power build-up in the West and in countries of the
you’ll understand.” He released her arm. Rubbing it, she settled
East that were deemed either friendly like Japan and India or too
stiffly back against the boulder.
important to ignore like China. Some might even argue WOF was the
“No doubt you’ve studied the War on Terrorism, too. Nasty
product of five hundred years of Western imperialism. Whatever the
groups around the globe have resorted to cowardly acts to be sure.
view, WOF’s muscles were fully developed by 2013.”
But toward the end of the first decade of this century, many people
“So why did you—the Universalists seek war?”
were getting wise to the fact that governments were using the threat
of terrorism and all the fear and suspicion that came with it to keep
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their citizens in line. Evoked terrorism to keep the agenda off bigger
health care and jobs. But citizens who weren’t stupid began to see
societal woes such as hunger, health care, creating jobs that paid a
the writing on the wall.”
decent wage that you could raise a family on, and all the stuff which
“You’re not suggesting there was a mass revolution in
stems from the numero uno, perpetual, never-solved issue: poverty.
response, are you?”
Think about it. What one basic need trumps all others?”
“A People’s revolt you mean?”
“Let see, we must have air, water, food, shelter”
Joi nodded.
“You’re in the jungle looking for food. You see a roast beef
“No. Not the way you mean. By 2013, Adam Reeves had
sandwich twenty feet ahead of you, but a wild tiger that you know will
convinced dozens of world leaders that the world had to make a
think of you as a roast beef sandwich is crouched between you and
choice to go for power over force. After more than a decade, the war
dinner. What do you do?”
against terrorism waged by the United States, with token support by
“Remain perfectly still?”
some allies, had created obscene profits for the war machine-
“Maybe.”
corporations like Bectel, Lockheed-Martin, Exxon Mobil, and
“Turn and run.”
Halliburton. Meanwhile the people of the world were not safer and
“Also a possibility. The point is, you only think about your
certainly not better off as far as standard of living. His argument for
physical safety. Security to your person will usually trump other
countries working in cooperation resonated with many government
basic needs.”
leaders, and certainly many citizens of many countries. This scared
“And you’re saying that world leaders played on this fear?”
the hell out of WOF.”
“And for awhile, people in relatively free nations were willing
“So why didn’t WOF just suppress the Universalist leaders?
to give up freedoms like speech and privacy, but also accept cuts to
Why create global chaos?”
programs and services aimed at helping citizens meet basic needs like
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“The Universalists had support of many governments, most
Jax tapped her nose. “Enter Nigel Grey. The little bastard ran
counties of South America and sub Saharan Africa, India, Tibet, Korea,
Global News Network, which he was in the process of merging with
Vietnam, Indonesia, Micronesia, Oceania, and Australia. Enough
Global Net to form Global Information Network. His assistance to
backing to call for revoking WOF’s charter. Certainly enough to
WOF paved the way for carte blanche in running what would become
negotiate a truce between WOF and the Arians, who apart from the
the world’s communication center. GNN continuously broadcasted
Arian Aquarians, had formed alliances with people’s militia of several
reports against us.” Jax gave a bitter laugh. “It was too bizarre to be
counties, who didn’t want to be ruled by a centralized world
believed. Tape was edited so that, for instance, a shot would show
government. We called for peace talks to return sovereign rights back
our rickety piece-meal B-52’s then cut to smart bombs dropping onto
to the people of the world. But WOF was having none of it.”
a business district in Philadelphia. Or show a citizen soldier toss
“So Fini happened because the terrorists—I mean the Arians
something from his hand—like a grenade—but the next shot would
and people’s militia wouldn’t accept a centralized government?”
show a bio-blaster exploding at a playground full of kids.”
Jax rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath to hold on to his
“So the images were fake?”
temper. “No. Fini happened because WOF created it. WOF bombed
“Oh, no. The images were real. They just weren’t linearly
civilian targets in those countries; plus in China, the US, Europe, and
accurate. Separate realities that were edited to show a lie.”
Asia, claiming it was the Arian Aquarians. It was a big lie! AA
“Are you telling me that WOF gassed children with bio-
bombing WOF power zones like the US and China would have been
toxins?”
impossible because we had been wiped out of those areas by 2012.
“Evil, no?”
Plus, those bombs were launched from Powell Mach V and
Joi shook her head in disbelief. It was too much to process.
Negroponte Nilators, U.S. all the way.”
Her grandfather had considered his guiding hand in the formation of
“But surely the world saw what was happening!”
WOF as one of his proudest accomplishments.
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“As if those doctored images weren’t enough to turn world
“Oh, right, I forget about your refined sensibilities!”
public opinion against us, Grey then had people claiming to represent
“More than you would imagine.”
the governments that had supported us to speak out against us. Of
“Really? I suppose you read Shakespeare and write poetry in
course, GNN didn’t have to fake that part for long. Soon the whole
your spare time, you know, when you aren’t devising war games or
world condemned us. We never had a chance to defend ourselves.
launching rockets.”
No outlet to speak out, to tell our side of the story.”
“As a matter of fact, I prefer Chaucer and oil painting when
Joi didn’t want to hear anymore. She didn’t know this man.
I’m not searching for peace and shielding the bullets aimed at my
He had to be lying. Why then did what he was saying, what she had
head.”
never heard before, ring true?
Joi snorted.
“In a matter of days we went from the verge of peace to the
“Blondie, you on the other hand have probably done little
edge of destruction. Universalists around the globe were hunted
more than read and dissect the classics. Discussed them over high
down and slaughtered. The only thing that kept some of us alive was
tea and what not.”
that we had nukes. Enough of a deterrent that we were able to retreat
“As a matter of fact I have! I also speak five languages and
to Australia and keep WOF at bay. Nukes in Australia, who’d have
have traveled extensively.”
thunk it, right?”
“But never to Australia.”
The dark joke was lost on her. “Australia? Where’s that?
“Ha, ha! No, never to terrorist hide-aways.”
Jax put his head in his hands and muttered in frustration.
“Hide outs. Nothing like your private hide-aways on the
“Don’t be an ass!”
Riviera. And we’re not the terrorists, damn it!”
His head snapped up. “Hey, now little lady, don’t get potty
“Why should I believe you? For all I know, you are a terrorist!
mouth with me.”
Just having a little fun before you off me.”
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“God, what the hell you’re talking about?”
countless silvery-golden sparks of light, swirling endlessly then
She put her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut.
settling as cool moonlight upon the lovers’ awakened heart.
“Shut up! You’re an ass.”
His hands manacled her wrists. Her eyes popped open. His
face was less than an inch from hers.
“And you’re a pain in my ass!”
“Oh I’ll give you a pa-“
His mouth captured hers.
It should have been a brutal kiss. It should have been cold
and disgusting. Wasn’t that what an enemy’s kiss should be? His
mouth was warm and gentle yet firm and insistent. Even as her mind
was telling her to pull away, her mouth parted and all thought
disappeared. His essence merged with hers, awakening something
primal. Somehow, this stranger, this man, sparked a dormant flame
of desire deep within her soul. Everything was heat and touch, musk
and taste. Nothing existed except his lips on her skin, her hands in
his hair. Joi Ohio and Jax Cormante ceased to be. Only one
thrumming heartbeat, one gasping breath, one spiraling heat, one
scream in the night, one merging and shattering of soul into
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“Well, I’ll will truly be God damned! I’ve finally made it to
Hell.”
“Patience, mate. You’ll be going there in good time.” Nigel
eyed him long and hard before grimacing. “From the looks of you,
very soon.”
“Save your candy-ass insults and tell me what you’re doing
Chapter Thirty Six
here.”
“Candy-ass? I’m surprised you would venture into such
The sun was yawning above the horizon when an unconscious
terminology. It might result in a response like: Hey, Bart, how many
Bart was dumped by his hover. Trying to awaken, he pushed his way
soldiers have you abandoned this week? What’s your running total?
through a bizarre dream.
Have you set a new record since Jakarta? How many died when you
Bart sat on a stone-slab bed in a cell straight out of the
turned yellow there, seven hundred?”
Inquisition. The smell of urine, mold, fear, and death clung to the air
Bart’s ham hock hands squeezed the iron bars. “Think I’m a
like saturated cotton. He was shivering from the dank chill and
coward, c’mon in here with me and see who’s yellow.”
exhaustion from having tried to pull and pry the iron bars from the
“I’ve nothing to prove; and as much as I would like to stay and
paneless window of his cell.
catch up, I do have vastly more important things to tend to. Like
“Holy Maggie T.! This man cannot be Major Bart St. John.”
getting my toenails clipped.”
Though he didn’t think it possible, Bart grew colder. Upon
“OK. You’ve confirmed my belief that once a little prick
turning to the voice of the ghoul, he quickly warmed as ire surged
always a little prick. So you can head back to you room and jack-off
through his veins. Had a knuckle-white grip on the bars before he
in futility.”
realized he had risen and hobbled to the door of his cell.
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“Ah! Now that was almost clever, Bart. Near wit from the
“Quite sure. My agents recovered a gold anklet-“ he almost
witless. Perhaps living in a hole has its merits. No matter. I’m here
said that I gave her. ”And hounds confirmed her tracks and scent up
to make you an offer.”
to a road about a mile from the river.”
Bart raised a brow.
“Car picked her up?”
“I’ll set you loose and in return you will use your hound-like
“Likely. Heading toward the city. Find her. Bring her back
tracking abilities to find a woman and bring her to me.”
and you’ll be free to go.”
Bart chuckled. “Little prick aside, if you can’t get your own
Like hell I will. “Sure, whatever you say, old buddy.”
woman-“
“Shut it! You’ll find her and bring her to me. Your freedom
Bart squinted up at the sun. His head felt like it was packed
for hers. Deal?”
with cotton. The image of a needle flashed across his mind. Why the
“Sure. Turn me loose.”
British runt had drugged him was beyond him. It wasn’t like they
“Not so fast. My assistant over here will implant you with a
were delivering him to a secret location. Damn! He sat up,
tracker.”
remembering the rest of what had had happened.
“What? Me renege on a deal?”
Two burly guards held Bart down as a scrawny man jabbed his
“I know, I know. Would never happen, but my mamma
neck with a thick needle. He cried out as what felt like razors surged
abandoned me young so I have a problem with trust.”
around his neck and down his spin. Just before he passed out from
“Let’s have details.”
the pain, the shadow of Nigel’s face hovered over him.
“Her last know whereabouts are twenty miles from here, along
“How long will the probes be active?” asked Nigel.
a river.”
The probes! He hadn’t been sedated. He’d been injected with a
“And you’re sure she hasn’t drowned?”
biotraz! Unlike an implanted tracking chip, a biotraz was a
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monitoring cocktail fed intravenously into the body, where it coursed
Joi lounged in the pilot’s seat of the hover, Jax’s jacket
through the blood stream to become food for tissue. The microscopic
wrapped around her. She snuggled her face into the lining, breathing
beacons lived in the body for up to three months, varying upon each
his now familiar scent and recalling the last few hours with a blush
immune system. Its initial effects were like a mild cold, but could
and satisfied smile.
worsen to flu-like systems within days, even hours, of injection. In
Butterfly kisses fluttered along her back and shoulder. Her
not so rare cases, they caused death. It all depended on how well the
eyes blinked open.
probes could morph themselves to the host and fool the immune
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
system to keep from attacking them as foreign invaders. Nigel was a
“Hmm. Morning?”
real smart prick, all right. Too bad for him that Bart had decided
“The sun’s not quite up, but we have to talk.”
death wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
Rubbing her eyes, she turned toward him. He was sitting on
Bart limped his way to his hover that sat in a small opening of
top of the blanket, fully dressed. The sight made her self-conscious
jungle canopy. Thanks to Grey’s microbe leash, he didn’t have to
of her nakedness and she clutched the thin cover to her breasts.
worry about operating covertly anymore, at least not against WOF. He
“There isn’t much time. I have to leave to take care of
touched his thumb to the sensor pad and the door popped open and
business-“
the main system powered up. Yawning, he crawled into the cockpit.
“Leave!” She sat up.
Pressed the beverage server for hot coffee. He hadn’t even had a sip
“Just for a few hours. I think I know where Adam is. It
when his eyes opened wide. The red dot on the GPS indicated
shouldn’t take me long to bring him back.”
Cormante’s craft was less than five kilometers away. He grabbed his
“Oh, so you’re…” Joi looked away; bit her bottom lip
pistol, knife, digicom, and remote and headed for the prize.
“Coming back? Of course. Oh, I see, thought you could get
rid of me that easy, huh.” His hands shot out and tickled her.
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Giggling, she squirmed away, but he pinned her down before
“Don’t worry, Ohio. I only plan on being gone a couple of
she could escape and kissed her deeply. Pulled away with a sigh.
hours. That said, back or not, you aren’t to stay here past noon.”
Stroked her cheek.
“Wh-what?”
“God, you are the loveliest thing these tired eyes have ever
“Listen. There’s no time to explain. I have every intention of
seen.”
being back here before ten o’clock. But if I’m not back by noon, you
“And you’re a sweet liar.”
have to get out of here.”
“No. No lies. Not with you.” He rose and pulled her up with
“No! I’m not leaving you.”
him. “Get dressed, we need to get to the hover by sunrise.”
Jax grabbed her shoulders. “Ohio, you have to do as I ask,
Fifteen minutes later they had driven into the rain forest as far
otherwise, I won’t be able to rescue Adam! Do you want leave Adam
as the truck would take them, then began walking up a steep incline.
behind?”
After another ten minutes, they stood on a plateau fifty feet square
“Of course not! But why can’t I go with you?”
that rose a hundred feet from the jungle floor and still did not reach
“No.”
the tops of trees growing along three sides, keeping it secluded. Jax’s
“Look, you’ll get to the city faster using the hover than that
hover sat toward the middle of the plateau. The northern side was
old rust bucket. Leaving me here makes no sense because I can’t fly
open, its edge a sheer drop one hundred feet to the river. In the
this thing.”
distance was Rio.
“First, of all, this is the closest I can fly to Rio without being
“I want you to stay in the hover. There’s plenty of food and
spotted by WOF. I have to use the truck. Second, you can fly this
water. Enough to last for weeks in fact.”
thing.”
“Weeks!”
“I’ve never even had a lesson.”
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“Don’t need one, come here.” He pressed his thumb on the
She squealed as his hands encircled her waist and he lifted her
key-in and the pilot’s door opened. “First,” he took her hand and
into the pilot’s seat. Then his hands cupped her face. She smiled,
pressed her thumb to the key-in. “Keep your thumb there.”
thinking he was going to kiss her.
“Why?”
“Listen, love, this is serious. Life or death.”
“God! It’s obvious you’d never make in the army.”
She swallowed hard. “OK.”
“Why?”
He turned and pressed codes into the compad.
“Why? Why! Because I say so, that’s why. Don’t ask
“I’m programming the craft to power up at twelve hundred
questions, just do as I say.”
hours. There’s only two buttons you need to press to get the hell out
She stuck out her tongue.
of here. First, is this green button. It will lift the craft and get you to
“The sight of your magic tongue is tempting, but your offer
the altitude you need to be. Once that happens, this second green
will have to wait until our mission’s over.”
light will light up. When that happens, press the blue button to its
Joi blushed, but didn’t look away as his eyes captured hers
left. When you press it, the command screen will display Lucid
with intent that set her tingling.
Tuesday.”
Jax pressed a couple buttons. The hover came to life.
“Lucid Tuesday?”
“Computer, register thumb print. Co-pilot Joi Ohio. Full access.”
“Code name for your flight coordinates. When Lucid Tuesday
“Co-pilot Joi Ohio. Full access. Thumb print accepted.”
shows on the screen, press the second green button again.”
Answered the computer.
“OK.”
“OK, now let me show you-“
“OK. Say the instructions back to me.”
“Permission to remove my thumb from the door, sir.”
“Wait. What happens when I press the second green button
“Ohio, you really are a pain in my ass.”
again?”
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“The hover will take you to your destination.”
Bart St. John lowered his gun. “Well, well, why should I be
“Where?”
surprised to see a cool drink of water flow out of Cormante’s craft
“Some place safe. There’s no time to explain.”
parked in the middle of the jungle?” He pulled her out of the hover.
“Jax-“
“Get your hands off me! I’ve had enough man handling to last
“Damn it, Joi Ohio! You either trust me or you don’t! Make up
me three lifetimes!” She lashed out with her free arm and legs until
your mind.”
he tripped her and pointed the gun at her again.
“Damn you, Jax Cormante! After what I’ve just been through I
“Feisty. Just the way Jax and I like ‘em. You’re a little too
don’t think I’ll ever trust another man!”
scrawny and blond for my taste, though.”
“I’m not your grandfather or Nigel Grey! If I were I wouldn’t
“Scurry away then and find a plump rodent with dull brown
be wasting precious time letting you make up your mind!”
hair that’s more your speed.”
Her eyes sparked with his. “I shouldn’t trust you, but so help
“Have care with the saucy tongue. As much as I look forward
me God I do! So you better not die on me because I want us to both
to its pleasure, I won’t hesitate to cut it out.” He gripped the hilt of
to live to regret it!” Tears welled up in hers eyes. She wiped them
knife that hung from his belt in a twelve-inch leather sheath. “Where’s
away impatiently. The ruthless warrior in him kept him from taking
your boyfriend?”
her into his arms and kissing away her tears. She had to be tough.
“Right behind you.”
Tough enough to make it on her own.
“That ploy hasn’t worked since the Crusades. Let me rephrase
the question: I’d be able to smell Cormante from two miles away, so
A sound roused Joi from her slumber. Jax! She pressed the
where the hell is he?”
button to unlock the door, swung it wide, and froze.
“Did Nigel send you?”
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Bart grinned at his good fortune. Should have seen it sooner.
This man had the same reaction to Nigel as Jax had. He must
She was the woman Grey was looking for. “That’s a helluva insult!
be on Jax’s side. “Where are my manners?” She extended her hand.
Don’t care much for him, huh?” Bart holstered his gun. “Me neither.
“I’m Joi Ohio and you are.”
Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot, startling one another the
“Bart St. John.” Caused her to wince as he clutched her hand.
way we did. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just trying to hook up
The granddaughter! What was Jax doing with a woman who
with Jax.”
shared blood with the son of a bitch that orchestrated the perpetual
“Why?”
war for perpetual peace that had brought them, broken and bloodied,
“Unfinished business. Has he told you about me? About the
to this nadir? The voices that Bart had started hearing months ago
Universalists?”
had been returning more frequently. One of them popped in for a
Her eyes lit up. Bingo. How much did she know?
visit as he released her hand and it told him to kill the wicked spawn
“Some of us were to meet up in Buenos Aires.”
of Karn.
“Including Adam?”
Bruising hands clamped around her throat. Gurgling in shock,
“Yes. But I got a message from Jax to come to Rio.”
Joi tried vainly to break his stranglehold. Remembering his thin,
“That’s where he is, trying to rescue Adam.”
limping leg, she kicked it with her all her might and sent him to his
“Rescue Adam? From what?”
knees. She turned to run and felt her body lift off the ground as
“Nigel.”
Bart’s hand hooked her ankle. She landed face first to earth, feeling
“I hope he kills the son of a bitch!”
but a moment of pain before she passed into unconsciousness.
“Nigel Grey?”
Bart crawled toward her. Unsheathed his knife. Hovered over
“Of course. Few names set my blood to boiling like that one.”
her. Raised the point above her heart. Wait, commanded the voice.
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Wait till Jax comes back. Make him watch her die before you end it
between the two of you.
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00:01:00 - GNN technicians around the globe work frantically
to re-establish the signals.
Wie teufel? Aue Te Ariki!
00:03:00 - Satellite dishes atop thirty six news broadcast relay
stations from Bristol to Bangkok and Beijing to Boston are remotely
turned away from GNN news satellites.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Che diavolo? Ah, kamisama!
00:05:00 - Signal boxes at the thirty six news broadcast relay
12:00 IDL UTC – Tuesday, November 7 everywhere on planet
stations have been remotely programmed with clone coding to make
Earth. The clamor begins at the stroke of midnight at the
it appear uplink is reaching GNN satellites when, in fact,
International Dateline; 10 p.m. Desert Atlantis; 9 p.m. Beijing; 1 p.m.
transmissions are beaming into space. Operations resume, giving the
Rome; noon London; 8 a.m Rio de Janeiro. Should all the wails be
impression that normal link-up is happening.
genuine, the people of the world are unsure which direction to turn.
Que es eso? OtchOna!
Sa Kiamet? Awu nkosi!
00:06:00 - Signal boxes at fifty unsanctioned broadcast relay
00:00:01 - The news is silenced. Global News Network’s thirtystations around the world begin transmitting to both GNN satellites
six broadcast relay stations lose contact with satellites used for
and unknown satellites.
television, radio, and cellular broadcast transmissions. Hundreds of
Quel diable? Alla tieghi!
millions don’t know this. Don’t care. They just want the static, fuzz,
00:07:00 - Global Net mainframes for all regions automatically
and blankness to go away.
open server access to upgrade and begin loading millions of pages of
Wat dievel? O mein Gott!
news and information; also begin purging millions of pages.
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Wos Gehemen? Chu'a toi oi!
malfunction. No reports of anyone even noticing the content change
00:08:00 - Techs at both GNN and GNET scratch their heads,
on G-NET.”
unable to re-link to satellites even though signals appear to be going
“Excellent. Bryce, what’s happening on the ground?”
up and satellites appear to functioning properly.
“Moscow, Baghdad, London, Paris, Rome, NYC, Toronto, Chi-
Que diablo? Boje moj!
town, Mexico City all reporting Security Forces engaging Sumers who
00:10:00 – From Ankara to Anchorage, Zamboaga to Zurich, Global
have taken to the streets. SF is blowing up Citiscreens that air GNN
News Network and Global Net broadcast transmissions for TV, radio,
24/7, but messages are getting through.”
cellular, and the Net are restored. Programming is new yet eerily old.
“Do you have a live feed from…Paris?”
What the hell? Oh, my God!
“Affirmative.”
Bryce pressed a button and the feed appeared on one of thirty
Deep in Desert Atlantis the noise of success was deafening.
twelve-foot screens. Montage footage, including Nazi’s marching into
Lucid Tuesday had been launched without a glitch. With the cheers
Paris, Allied troops driving into a freed city, and Charles de Gaul
subsiding, Daj called for a systems check fifteen minutes into the
marching through the Arch de Triumph, plays as the voiceover urges
mission.
people to rise up against the WOF occupiers and take back their city.
“Ajay, is WOF knocking at any of Little Red Riding Hood’s
“Show me Washington DC.”
doors?”
“I have a Dream” speech segued into gatherings at the
Ajay Rabindrath, the lead engineer for LRRH, was already
Washington monument protesting Vietnam, in support of ERA,
receiving updates from the field as well as reports from Unigents
bicentennial fireworks, and the Million Man March. Stephen Stills “For
within DA monitoring the thirty-six relay stations and satellites. “No
What It’s Worth” as background music, and voiceover asking, What
banging on the door so far. GNN techs still think it’s an up-link
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has happened to the land of the free and the home of the brave? Take
“In position and awaiting your command.”
back your country, America!
Daj reached out and patted his face. “You’re a gem.”
“Beijing.”
A lottery had been set up to send Universalists from DA to
Mao’s peasants marching, Tiananmen square, the 2008
four outposts in the event Lucid Tuesday proved deadly for those
Olympic games, the voiceover instructing, We fought and died for
within DA. No one suspected that the winning numbers had been
freedom only to willingly wear shackles. The journey of one thousand
rigged to match those Daj deemed most evolved among the DA
miles begins with your stepping out against WOF today.
population or held most dear to her ever-darkening heart. Her
Diamond Daj was beaming. “Schmidly, how goes the
“winners” had been leaving for the outposts for months. Still, the
transports?”
cream of the crop had remained to execute the final countdown to
“Cargo loaded-“
Lucid and direct the chaos that would come afterward, unaware that
“Keep your voice down.” She ordered through her wide smile.
Daj had changed radically and had unilaterally altered the goal.
“Keep looking at the footage as you report. And smile.”
Reeves and Cormante’s departure had been an unexpected blessing,
“Cargo loaded and on its way.”
boosting her to second in command behind Marshall. She’d had no
“All two thousand?”
difficulty rounding up and forcing the remaining A-list Universalists
“Yes.”
onto the final transports. By putting out of harm’s way the most
“Including Blaine Randall and Ari O’Shea?”
evolved Universlists, like Marshall Sanbujamba and Blaine Randall,
“Yes.”
Daj was concocting a recipe to create a new world better than any
“And the beat of my heart?”
that had come before.
Schmid paused, then understood. “The first to go.”
“Excellent. And the boats?”
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genotech, health-med, industrial, infotech, media, military-security,
and pharmaceuticals, and religion.
Gregory Hale, WOF Chairman for Life and President of the
United States for Life, was in his private office adjacent to the
meeting chamber named for the patron saint of neoconservatism.
Instead of joining his colleagues for the kick-off breakfast, he had
Chapter Thirty Eight
been locked away considering how to preserve his public life since
receiving a midnight visit from Vice President Nathan Fowler. Cursing
“Attention,” announced multi-lingual hologe greeters posted
aloud, Hale rued that he had kept the man around. Fowler had ceased
throughout WOF’s South American headquarters. “The annual
being of any use nearly two decades ago, but Hale had kept him,
convening of the Board of Directors of the World Order Federation
figuring it looked good to the Board to present a unified front. On
will commence in five minutes in the Kirkpatrick chamber.
their best behavior at WOF and public gatherings, they appeared as a
Remember, only persons with DNA clearance are allowed into the
sanguine old married couple. Behind closed doors, they kept their
gathering. If you have not been swabbed for clearance, please go to
distance to avoid spitting venom that oozed up from the gut at first
the Admittance Station on Lieberman level, indicated by the
sight of one another.
multicolored neon helix over its entrance.”
Nathan Fowler had somehow found the balls to threaten him.
The Board of Directors of the World Order Federation made
Boldly warning Hale that if he didn’t step down as chairman of WOF
their way to the opening session of the twentieth Annual Summit for
and turn the reigns of power over to him, he would expose his dirty
Progress and Prosperity. The Board consisted of representatives of
deeds going back to the turn of the century. The exchange had been
eight world regions and the fifteen key components of aerospace,
nothing if not surreal.
agribusiness, aquabusiness, biotech, consumerism, energy, finance,
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“You are one crazy son of bitch, Nathan!” Hale had roared.
“I should have been the most powerful.”
“Get the hell out of my sight. It’s midnight. I’ve got to get some
“Well, now, that’s politics isn’t it?”
sleep.”
“Twisting lies and weaving tall tales into mainstream truth?
Fowler had a determined glint in his eye. “This is no joke,
Yeah, I guess it is.”
Greg.”
“Don’t act like a toddler in knickers! Of course it is, and well
Hale’s eyes narrowed. “What the devil are you talking about?”
you should know it! C’mon my boy, give it up. I’m seventy-seven
“I’ve got proof.”
years old and you’re what? Seventy-eight?”
“Pah! Proof? Hardball politics. Only way I ever played,
“Eighty-one.”
everybody knows that.”
“See my point. We’ve had a good run. But who wants to run
“I’ve got the file, Greg.”
now? Hell, we can barely hobble! Time to sit back and relax.”
“What file?” His gut clenched.
“Time for you, friend.”
“Never should have trusted Karn. You had to know that his
“Come on, Nat, don’t do this. You don’t want to ruin me.”
vanity wouldn’t let history forget who he had been and what he had
“The hell I don’t!”
done, with a little help from Mr. Beight, of course.”
“Sweet Mother Mary, you’ve held on to that grudge for a
“You miserable son of a bitch.”
quarter century?”
Fowler shrugged. “Calling me names won’t change the facts. I
“Which one? Designating my home state as the obvious choice
want my due.”
to quarantine Archaics hovers near the top.”
“Your due? For the love of Reagan! You’ve been among the
“At the time, I thought you’d be pleased, it ensured you
most powerful men in the history of the county! Hell, what am I
wouldn’t lose all those Confederate battlefields to urban sprawl.
saying? In the history of the world. Crème de le crème, my boy.”
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Can’t believe you’re still stewing over it. That’s no good. Nuts to be
Marcia Karn would be delivered to him within minutes. It had been a
more precise.”
struggle, but he was finally about to fulfill his destiny. Odin’s face
“No, that’s politics. Swing at this hardball: step down from
appeared in his mind. He looked proud. Of course he did. He had
WOF and go down in history as a great, noble man or be shrouded in
set the gauntlet steep for his prodigy and had not been disappointed.
disgrace by your own stinky, mildewed laundry.”
Piedmont settled into his chair at the southern end of the
table, observing the covert looks between the man who held the
Hale resurfaced to the present, now seated at the north point
reigns and those who lusted for them. Took a sip of water to hide his
of the massive oval table in the center of the five-thousand-square-
amusement.
foot Kirkpatrick chamber. Fowler was eyeing him from across the
“…so, as the World Order Federation celebrates its twentieth
room. Hale met his eyes, gave away nothing.
anniversary, we may have the urge to look back and analyze how we
Prime Minister Jai Ti Teng, who had been talking with Gordon
got here. Of course, that would be a useless exercise, now wouldn’t
Sinclair of A-Z Pharmaceuticals, took a seat to the right of Hale. His
it? I needn’t ask that question of any who understands power; and
calm demeanor belied his concern that Mike LeBonn had not yet
each man and woman sitting around this hallowed table not only
arrived at the Summit. According to his sources, the man had
understands it, but is hard wired to grab it, wrap your arms around it,
switched flights in L.A. and shuttled to NYC and could not be reached
and hold it like the best lover you’ve ever had!”
via his digicom. He should never have trusted an American!
Smiles and heads nodding by most of the Board spurred Greg
Nigel Grey glanced at his finely manicured nails, feigning
Hale.
boredom in an attempt to keep the little boy inside from squealing
“Attaining the brass ring is not a choice. It is destiny. Destiny
with delight. Word had just come that his aide-de-camp’s hover had
requires one to do whatever is necessary to fulfill it. Those who are
touched down on the roof’s transport pad and the package from
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born to rule need no explanation.” His eyes came to rest on Fowler.
what is on my mind. Members, I ask that you allow suspension of the
“Those who aren’t will never understand.”
rules to hear-“
Fowler began applauding. Other members looked to one
“Mr. Fowler, if you wish to be recognized-“
another to see if the seemingly inappropriate recognition was
“I believe I already am, Greg.”
something they all should take part in. A few began to clap as Fowler
Whispers buzzed through the room as members turned to
stood, clapping hard and slow.
each other in askance.
“Bravo! Bravo! Hail to the Chief, Gregory Davenport Hale.
Prime Minister Teng said, “It is apparent that Vice President
How interesting that practically the first words out of your mouth
Fowler has something weighing on his mind. I think we all agree that
asked us to not dwell on the history of our esteemed organization. I
his adherence to protocol is distressing. More so to those of us who
wonder, Mr. Chairman for Life, do you think we should shun all
have worked with the distinguished gentleman for many years. Mr.
remembrance or just some events in particular?”
Vice President has always been most honorable, therefore I submit
Hale gave a nervous laugh. “We certainly should not forget
that his odd behavior supports us allowing his odd request. We
that we have some members, like yourself Nat, who may have been
should give him the floor now. Is anyone, aside from the Chairman,
around so longtoo long perhapsthat he has trouble accurately
opposed to giving him the floor for two minutes?”
remembering things, such as rules of conduct.”
When no one immediately spoke in opposition, Hale objected.
Eyes around the tablewide, narrow; gleeful, sinisterdarted
“Mr. Fowler is out of line and I must object.”
back and forth between the two elder American statesmen.
“Noted,” said Teng. “Anyone else?” Silence. “Majority rules.”
Nathan Fowler smiled, his eyes sweeping around the table.
“Excuse me, Mr. Teng, but you are not the chairman-“
"Interesting that you mention conduct, Mr. Hale, for that is exactly
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“Correct. But it seems all of the Board aside from yourself are
“I am telling you that I have seen documents that are part of
willing to suspend the rules and hear from the Vice President. Please,
the file. Documents that expose the treachery of Gregory Hale and
Mr. Fowler, go ahead. You have two minutes.”
make him unfit to serve at the helm of WOF.”
“Thank you Mr. Teng and other distinguished members. Let
Frenzied chatter exploded.
me begin by saying that it pains me to come before you in this
Hale launched from his chair. “Now wait just a twentieth-
unusual manner. This was not planned-“
century minute!”
Hale snorted.
“I’ll not wait another nano second to expose your singular lust
Fowler’s voice raised a notch. “Disturbing information has
for power and the double dealings you orchestrated to get it.”
recently surfaced and I have struggled with how to handle it. It was
Hale appealed to the board. “The man is obviously mad. We
only when our chairman spoke of forgetting the past that I realized I
must not allow him to turn this meeting into a dog and pony show!
must speak outnow. As most of you are aware there has been
Fowler asked, “Why don’t you explain to Prime Minister Teng
much speculation of a historic group of documents called the Beight
how you began laying the foundation for supreme power even before
file.”
becoming President of United States in 2012. In 2009, as Director of
Curiosity and whispers surged throughout the room.
the CIA, you ordered agents to smuggle more than fifty thousand
“The Beight file is suppose to contain key correspondence
birds into China, birds carrying the Avian H2i4 virus that had been
between an esteemed key architect of WOF, Odin Karn, and his
mutated to go from animal to human then human to human, which
mysterious collaborator, the brilliant and ever-elusive Eli Beight. I am
quickly infected hundreds of thousand of Chinese.”
here to share information contained in that file.”
Teng’s eyes narrowed upon Hale. “Bird flu? You set that vile
Sounds of disbelief coursed about the room.
epidemic in motion?”
“Are you telling us you have the file?” asked Gordon Sinclair.
Hale shook his head, “Lies. The man is confused or lying!”
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“That was not the worst of it,” continued Fowler. “The United
the strings and made the kings. Directors of key global
States accused China of not heeding the international mandate for all
conglomerates, like your predecessor, decided amongst themselves
countries to kill and dispose of all poultry and fowl in a population
that WOF should have an American figurehead. Meanwhile, a few
where even one Avian case was found.”
players wanted it to be more democratic and have a vote on multiple
Teng wagged a finger at Hale. “Yes, the Americans pointed a
nominees. With American and Chinese contenders already
quick finger!”
campaigning, it looked like things might get our of hand. WOF, after
Fowler nodded. “Quick-draw Hale orchestrated a series of
all, couldn’t have a leader of a perceived oppressive country rule over
bogus reports to make it appear that China had knowingly sold
the world, now could we? It would have been a PR nightmare! No, it
infected birds and byproducts to neighboring countries.”
was far better to have the world looking at Lady Liberty while the iron
Prime Minister Tankaka asked, “Why would Hale do such a
net fell over the globe. Ring the Liberty Bell to drown out the click of
thing?”
the key in the lock.”
“China was quickly surpassing the United States as an
“He’s lost his mind!”
economic power. Meanwhile, as we all know, WOF was taking shape
“The last of the kingmakers, Odin Karn came up with the core
under the prime direction of U.S. political and corporate
plan. He, along with Beight, devised ways to destroy domestic and
powerbrokers. Hale had been promised the U.S. presidency in 2012,
international threats to power. Because of its unsurpassed economic
which would all but assure him the WOF chairmanship. His handlers
power, Hale knew that China was the only country that might be able
left nothing to chance.”
to post a leader to vie for the chairmanship. The Avian Project,
“Handlers?” asked Gordon Sinclair.
devised by Karn and Beight and executed by Hale was just one of a
Fowler chuckled mirthlessly. “You really should have pursued
series of ploys designed to undermine trust of China in the world
a movie career, Gordo. Handlers as in the powerbrokers that pulled
community.”
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Walter Nealy said, “But surely this one lone incident, though
Lydia Ries of Bectel-Lockheed-Halliburton said, “Please Mr.
perhaps not democratic, would not turn the world against China. It
Chairman, if I may. It seems to me that Mr. Fowler has a personal
hardly affected trade between China and the West.”
vendetta against Mr. Hale and wants to use this meeting as a forum to
“Oh, Avian was just the beginning. Jog your memories, folks.
vent ancient history. Who among us hasn’t sought to bring down an
Remember China Dolls? The unprecedented outbreak of spies. What
opponent with whatever means necessary? No, offense Mr. Teng, but
were the odds that sixteen ambassadors and high-level officials of G8
I’m sure you’re just as guilty of playing nasty pool.”
countries would spy for China? Much less all get caught within a
Eyes turned to Teng. Heads nodded in agreement.
small window of time?”
“But it’s different with Hale,” insisted Fowler. “Many
The room rumbled with remembrance.
corporations depended upon China. Hale sought to undermine global
“What did all this convey to neolibs and neocons bent on
economics. His actions threatened rather than protected the new
world domination? China had not only infiltrated and taken over the
world order. He put his own selfish interests ahead of WOF’s
consumer markets, it was seeking to manipulate geopolitical powers.
interests!”
China didn’t want to be a part of WOF. It wanted full world
Oh’s and ah’s rippled around the table.
domination. At least that was the message delivered by the China
Angelique Poppov of ABCES said, “That is a troubling
Dolls’ espionage ring. A conspiracy devised and carried out by the
accusation.”
CIA and its Director Hale.”
“Most troubling,” said Tankaka.
Teng pointed a finger at Hale. “China was almost banned from
“You say you’ve proof of this from the Beight file?” ask Nigel
WOF because of you!”
Grey. “May we see the file?”
“This is an outrage! Lies, I tell you!”
Both Fowler and Teng were thinking: Where the hell is LeBonn?
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Fowlers mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry land, “Y-
The chaotic chattered continued.
yes. Yes, you may see it.”
“Come to order!” shouted Fowler. “He has the Beight file!”
Twenty-two pair of eyes looked at him in askance.
Eyes and mouths stayed open wide, but quiet expectation was
A corner of Hale’s mouth turned up. The bastard was
the only sound in the room.
bluffing.
“Access hologe,” commanded Fowler to the room’s guardian.
Raul Rubio of ADM-Dow-Monsanto said, “Now would be the
The computer engaged the clearance code and Mike LeBonn
time to show us, sir.”
came to life.
Hale said, “Can’t you see he’s bluffing?“
“Good morning, Directors. For those of you who don’t know
To the left and behind the chairman’s seat blue lights around
me, I’m Michael LeBonn, special assistant to Nathan Fowler, Vice Chair
the base of the hologe pad lit up and the incoming tone trilled. Mike
of the World Order Federation and Vice President of the United States.
LeBonn’s hologe appeared, freeze-framed until full clearance was
I trust that Mr. Fowler has filled you in about the deeds of Gregory
given. The tension in the room was sliced as members began talking
Hale.”
to one another about what was happening.
“Michael, they have been slightly informed, but are demanding
Thank God! Thought both Fowler and Teng. Teng was
proof. Want to see the Beight file.”
especially relieved. Fowler had set the ball in motion to knock over
LeBonn smiled darkly. “Ah, yes. Mr. Eli Beight, so elusive as to
the kingpin, but had no idea that LeBonn was about to roll another
be mythical. A descendant of King Arthur, perhaps? What do you
ball aimed at him. American betrayed by American betrayed by
think Prime Minister Teng?”
American. It didn’t get any better than this.
Fowler’s eyes darted to the Chinese leader as he spoke to
Fowler said, “Everyone settle down. My special assistant has
LeBonn. “Michael, let’s go ahead and show the Board the file.”
arrived.”
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“Yes,” said Teng, returning Fowler’s stare. “I believe the Board
crazed nest after World War II and never looked backed.
would be interested to learn what lengths Gregory Hale and Nathan
GATT…WTO…all roads led to WOF.”
Fowler went to in order to secure power.”
Angelique Poppov asked, “What is going on? What does any of
Nigel Grey suppressed a grin. LeBonn’s a double-agent? Oh,
this have to do with our twentieth anniversary?”
this was getting good!
“Ah, what indeed, esteemed rulers,” said LeBonn. “What it has
The color drained from Nat Fowler’s face. “Jesus, Michael…”
to do with is quite simple. The end.”
“Not to worry, Fowler. I’m not here to divulge nasty little
Gasps.
secrets about nasty little men. Not Hale’s or yours…” He cast his eyes
Hale asked, “Now do you believe me? Fowler needs to be
on the Chinese PM, “or Teng’s.”
taken away to a rubber room.”
Teng’s mouth came unhinged. So stunned that he hadn’t
“While Hale, Fowler, Teng, and a few others we could all likely
smelled the rat sooner, it took a few seconds before the rest of him
guess have been figuring out ways to solidify or grab more personal
became unhinged and he shuffled to the hologe, hands waving in
power, a movement has been growing. While the rest of you have
front of him. “Turn him off! The Americans have gone insane!”
been busy patting yourselves on the back for being high above the
LeBonn laughed. “Gone insane, Teng? Where you been? We
rest of the human race, so much stronger and smarter and vastly
started collecting twigs for our cuckoo’s nest when corporations were
richer, we poor dummies have been scheming for our own corporate
deemed has having the same rights as persons under the fourteenth
takeover.”
amendment in the late nineteenth century.” LeBonn noted many
“I’ll not listen to another word!” said Poppov.
confused looks from Board members. “Has to do with the U.S.
“Yes, turn him off,” said Rubio. “We’ve no time for this
Constitution’s Bill of Rights and democracy. Foreign concepts to all
dribble.”
of you, so never mind. The point is that America expanded our
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LeBonn waved a finger and warned. “I wouldn’t pull the plug
“You set-up my real father. Made him an outlaw in his own
just yet. I know it must be simply unbearable to listen to anything
country. A decorated Gulf War hero who had the courage to speak
your esteemed ears don’t wish to. It’s not your fault, of course, that
out against the corruption of his government. Remember? The
by virtue of birth or circumstance, the gods have deigned Rulers and
government that was suppose to be of, by, and for the People. Oh,
Consorts above all other mortals. Deserving of freedoms to love
wait! That’s right, Corporations are people.”
whom you want, live where you want, breathe clean air, drink
Nigel Grey was openly smiling now. Hale, Fowler, and Teng
untainted water, and choose the very lives you lead. It’s become quite
would be out of the way. He wouldn’t need Joi, probably not even the
comfortable to live among the clouds, hasn’t it? Why I bet you’ve
Beight file, to seize power. Piedmont noted Grey’s enjoyment and
started to believe you are the gods of Olympus. I’m here to remind
shook his head.
you that your immortality is a lie. The false barriers, physical and
“I took you under my wing when Jerome died. Made sure both
imagined, that have been erected are about to come tumbling down!”
you and your mother were taken care of. I don’t have a clue about
“For the love of Reagan! What are you ranting about?”
what you’re talking about, boy.”
demanded Greg Hale.
LeBonn laughed. “I’m talking about murder, Fowler. Men like
Fowler’s face had gone from white to raging red. “LeBonn,
you are murderers. You murdered democracy and the American
what are you doing? Why?”
Dream by killing the very freedoms that we stood for, that other
“I’m screwing you Fowler, just like you screwed my dad.”
nations had once admired us for.”
“What in the name of Andy Jackson are you talking about?
“Michael-”
Jerome LeBonn was a close colleague in the senate.”
“My name is not Michael. It’s Micky. Mick Cormante. My
“I’m not talking about my stepfather.”
father is Jax Cormante.”
“Stepfather?”
Fowler collapsed into his chair.
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“So you really didn’t know? Seems CIA Director Hale didn’t fill
“I have just been informed of possible worldwide crisis and
you in on how news of me and my mom being incinerated in a house
must see to it. For your own protection, you will all be required to
fire set by my dad was a lie, and that we were given new identities.
remain here.”
The marriage to LeBonn was real though. He was a decent guy; good
“Now wait just a damned minute!” Hale had had enough of
husband and father. Never had a clue about who we really were.”
everyone superceding his authority. “As far as I know, I am still the
“You should be down on your knees thanking me, thanking
chairman of this board and-“
your government for protecting you from a monster like Cormante,”
“Herr Hale, perhaps the obvious has escaped you, but given
said Hale.
what we have just witnessed, who is in charge is unclear. I have no
“Go away, little man,” said LeBonn. “Playtime’s over. The
doubt, however, that there is no disagreement that is certainly not
Universalists have returned. Lucid Tuesday has begun.”
you.”
The Board of Directors of the World Order Federation sat in
Piedmont marched to the door. Nigel Grey’s hand grasped his
stunned silence as the hologe dissolved. Two seconds after it
shoulder.
disappeared the room erupted into verbal chaos.
“Luddy,” he said. “What the devil is going on?”
A M-Plex staff person rushed into the room and whispered
Piedmont opened the door and walked through without a
into Piedmont’s ear. He nodded and whispered back. The staffer
word. Grey tried to follow. SF guards with Rummy 627’s stepped
rushed out of the room.
into the doorway and blocked his progress.
“Attention.” Piedmont banged the table with his fist. “Quiet!
Come to attention! Everyone. Now!”
The room settled.
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“Hell of a thanks I get!” He flipped off the riled crowd and
pressed the accelerator.
The rust bucket moaned in protest as it entered Consort
territory. From his rearview mirror, Jax watched as the human cyclone
tore through the intersection, demolishing anything that got in its way.
The road Jax was on merged into a round, with a billboardChapter Thirty Nine
size GNN public viewscreen. Ghost-like images from the early 1960’s
fluttered across: democratic Brazilian President Jaao Goulart being
Jax heard the swarm moments before the angry mob came
cheered by Brazilians; thousands marching in support of the labor
into sight in his rear view mirror. A smile split his face.
movement; clips of Goulart announcing restrictions on the profits
“Hotdiggity lucidity!” He shouted, thinking of his friends back
multi-nationals could take out of the country; the face of General
at DA and the one he was about to rescue. “Hang on Adam, we’re
Humberto de Alencar Castello Branco superimposed over American
breaking the chains, baby! Breaking the chains.”
tanks and the American flag; the military opening fire on crowds
A rock slammed into the back window, jarring him out of his
supporting Goulart as the Humberto American-backed coup took
celebratory haze. The mobs rumbling, hot and edgy, quickly grew to a
place.
roar. A movatol cocktail ignited ten feet behind his truck. Jax
Jax was rudely returned to the present by the feel of cool
withdrew his Z-gun and fired at the electrical fence that lay fifty feet
metal against his temple.
ahead, which divided the Sumer and Consort zones. The fencing
“Well, if it ain’t a slimy Sumer come up from the sewer,” said a
zapped and flamed as he blasted an opening to drive through. More
SF trooper.
rocks were launched into the back window, glass shattered and flew
into the cab.
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“You’re making a mistake. I’m on my way to see Commandant
“If you are sure the silos have been opened, then you know
Piedmont.”
why.”
He pressed the gun harder against his head. “I should pull the
“Suicide? You’re committing suicide!”
trigger for that lie.”
“A possibility, but not the goal. Examine your motives
Jax turned his eyes toward the man. “You kill me and Luddy
commandant. I believe if you do you will find that you expected,
will peel the skin off your balls before slowly twisting them off. Now
perhaps even wanted, this to happen.”
you get on the line and tell Commandant Piedmont that Jax Cormante
“You’re mad!”
needs to see him. Stat!”
“Yes. Yet oddly sane. Just like you. The insanity comes from
idealism. From grabbing dirty clay and painstakingly trying to sculpt
a perfect world. Building toward a better world only to have your
“Luddy-lud, how good of you to call. How are things at the
creations stomped upon by vulgar entities who don’t possess a single
Summit?”
gram of poetry in their souls.”
“What are you up to, Daj?”
“You can’t win your bluff, Daj. We both know those ICBM’s
“A celebration, of course, Lucid Tuesday has arrived.”
will only graze Southeast Asia, and so does WOF’s Board of
“The mission has only began, it is too early to claim victory.
Directors.”
So many things could go wrong. Like accidentally opening rocket
“I am not Adam Reeves or Jax Cormante. I don’t bluff.
silos, which would give the false impression to the enemy that you
Suggesting that one hundred kiloton missiles would but inflict a
are about to launch a nuclear strike.”
scratch to Beijing, Calcutta, and Jakarta speaks of a naïvete that you
“Surely, you know me better than that, Ludwig.”
don’t possess.”
“Our systems don’t lie, Daj. Why have you opened the silos?”
“Even speaking of such destruction is obscene!”
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“The act itself or because a woman is instigating it?” Daj gave
The triumphant smile on Jax’s face faded as Piedmont raised
a mirthless laugh. “You loathsome little men living in your
a 9mm Glock. “Daj, your partner in crime has arrived. Anything you’d
testosterone haze think only you can decide whether and when
like to say before I blown his head off his body?”
people live or die. You so easily forget that often in nature it is the
“Oh, Luddy-lud, that’s rich! Turning so quickly to violence
female that is the brighter and deadlier sex. Both sexes kill, Lud-lud.
after just asking me to stand down. Jax, love, are you really there?”
Yet unlike the male who kills for vanityto claim a mate, tribe
“I am. I thought the commandant would be happy to see me,
rulership, quest for empirethe female uses death as a tool to create
but he appears out of sorts. What’s going on?”
life.”
“Do not play juvenile games, Herr Cormante! I fail to see why
“So you are a twenty-first-century Kali come to destroy
you risked coming here with your double-cross already in motion.”
Raktabija in the guise of WOF? Tell me Daj, do you recall that Kali
“Double-cross? There’s no double-cross. I came here looking
ended up massacring countless innocents as well?”
for Adam Reeves.”
“Don’t speak to me about destruction or innocence! You
Daj’s throaty laughter grated the two men’s nerves like a dull
chose to make a career of death while I gave my life to ending carnage
knife cutting Styrofoam. Piedmont lowered the gun.
and protecting the innocent. Yet in the end, here we are, both with
“Jax, you are so cute,” cooed Daj. “The world is about to end
blood on our hands.”
and you still think you can save a dead man.”
Jax Cormante stormed into the commandant’s office.
Jax looked at Daj’s image on the screen. Her eyes were feral;
Giles, the red-faced assistant, sputtered. “Forgive me
her once inviting smile a snarl. “Daj, where’s Marshall?”
Commandant Piedmont, he assaulted the guard escorting him and
“I’ve shipped him to a safe place. You, on the other hand, are
then held me at gun point! Claims you know him.”
standing in the bull’s eye.”
“Leave us,” said Piedmont.
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“Commandant, what’s happening with Lucid? Any reports on
“Hush, Jax. You are truly an imbecile if you ever believed SF
how Universalist and supporting SF units are faring?”
could subdue the firestorm we’ve unleashed. We’ve been monitoring
“Unknown. Our communication satellites have been high-
within DA for several hours and I can promise you it’s sheer bedlam
jacked.”
from Beijing to Madrid. Give it a few more hours and it’ll be the same
St. John and Cormante had negotiated a deal with Piedmont,
in North and South America. Or should I say, chaos will reign in
giving them access codes to M-Plex satellites so Universalists could
what’s left of these places.”
link up their broadcasts and beam down programming to GNN and G-
“My, God.”
NET stations around the world. Unigents at those same stations had
“Daj. The new creator’s name is Daj. And no creator worth
programmed uplink feeds to go to M-Plex satellites as well, thereby
her salt would have given Piedmont or any man such unfettered
completely cutting off GIN communications. In return, the
power. Let’s, however, for argument sake, consider that Luddy
Universalists had agreed to not take military action against WOF. M-
wouldn’t have taken the power trip that a world-wide military coup
Plex would handle the military-policing of Lucid Tuesday, with
offered. Let’s say we could have returned the world to groupings of
Piedmont instituting Marshall law and subduing the leaders of WOF,
nation states with sovereign powers. What would we gain by
who were all gathered together in Rio. He would also command his
replacing the current status quo with an old one?”
world-wide SF units to oversee the placement of Unigents into
“The point is to learn from having lived through these dark,
authority positions and maintain societal order as the arduous
world-wide fascist times. To strive again for democratic ideals, hard
process began of erasing twenty years of centralized world
as they might be to grasp.”
government and reintroducing regional and local administration.
“Democracy doesn’t work, Jax!”
“Daj, you must return access. Piedmont can’t monitor and
“Yes it does! It worked in ancient Greece. Less direct
react to what’s going on out there! He can’t protect our Unigents.”
versions of it worked initially in the U.S. and France-“
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“Democracy doesn’t work in a community of eight billion
humans being indoctrinated into the belief system they will pass it on
people, Jax. It couldn’t even work with a few hundred million. In a
thereby reinventing our nature to be more altruistic and less
world where time is measured in seconds rather than hours, a day can
egocentric.”
be a lifetime when it comes to making a decision or acting on a need.
“Daj-“
The time needed for egalitarianism doesn’t exist. Even semi-social
“Go to Marshall, Jax. Now! Commandant Piedmont, if you
equity through representative democracy is impossible when too few
wish to see another dawn, I urge you to also leave Rio immediately. It
want or know how to contemplate issues to form an educated opinion
won’t exist in an hour.”
to ensure their representatives are watching out for their interests.
The viewscreen went blank.
And you know as well as I that those who seek power nearly always
“What the devil is she talking about, Jax?”
become drunk with it. They are alcoholics, unable to stop themselves
“For the love of God, she’s launching the nukes.”
at just one drink, they go on binge and to hell with who or what they
“The ICBM’s won’t reach Rio.”
destroy in the process!”
“Yes, they will. The warheads in the Trident subs will.”
“You’re right, Daj,” said Piedmont. “But we agreed that with
Piedmont turned pale. “How did she get—it’s doesn’t matter.
the Unicouncil overseeing a reintroduction of democratic values and
How many does she have?”
human rights, we would build toward a future where all socio-
“Four. Likely has one each positioned off the Pacific and the
economic and political structures would be run more equitably.”
Atlantic. The forty-eight warheads on targeted up and down North
Jared Smidley came into view on the screen. He whispered in
and South America. Easy to guess where. The third would be in the
Daj’s ear.
Mediterranean to annihilate Europe, Ukraine, North Africa and Middle
“The time for philosophical debate is over. Rest assured the
East. The fourth in the east Pacific, handling what the Aussie based
world with try for democracy again. Perhaps with the new first
ICBM’s can’t reach.”
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“And with our satellites hijacked we won’t be able to shoot
“No. Daj told me between the lines that a region would be
them down.”
spared. A place selected as the new Garden of Eden. You had the
“Right. So tell me where Reeves is! We’ve got to get the hell
courage to try to stop WOF’s madness. Come with me to a place
out of here!”
where perhaps we can start some sanity.”
Piedmont stared at the world map that spanned one wall in his
Piedmont raised his gun again. “Get the hell out of my sight
office. Red lights flashed in western and northern Australia where
or I’ll shoot you where you stand.”
the nuclear silos where opened for launch. No other warnings
showed up anywhere on the globe. Daj had wisely fed the nuke
warnings to M-Plex as if their satellites were fully functional. A
human rights activist had out maneuvered the commander of the
largest, most powerful military force the world had ever seen.
Jax grabbed his shoulders and gave him a shake. “Piedmont
did you hear me? Where’s Reeves?”
“Not here. He was flown back to Texas last night.”
“To Valhalla? To Marcia Karn?”
Piedmont nodded.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Go.”
“Commandant, you don’t deserve to die this way.”
“We are all going to die this way.”
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Like all Sumers, Brad Williams had had a GPS chip implanted
near the base of his skull at birth. Jeniz had had the presence of
mind to dig it out and smashing it before dumping it and him into the
tank.
“But Mike LeBonn won’t go down, Jeniz.”
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Her eyes flashed. Murkowski had never used her lover’s name
before.
Jeniz had been sitting in an interrogation booth at a NYSF
The lieutenant lit another cigarette. Inhaled with satisfaction.
station since Lt. Murkowski had pulled her over as she exited to meet
“That’s right, I know who your lover is, Jeniz. We both know he’s
her unigent contact two hours ago. Seeing what was going down, the
protected. Did you think he could protect you, too? Consort
contact slammed the hood to his car and drove away. She would have
slumming with a Sumer happens all the time. But it doesn’t grant you
done the same.
any privileges. LeBonn won’t risk his life attempting to save you from
“Tough as nails, huh, Aribiba? Tough enough to see your
the undertow.“ Murkowski’s eyes widened.
lover fried for murder?”
Of course! They’d been searching the area where William’s
She stifled a yawn, knew this part of his speil by heart. The
cruiser was found. He’d never left the water storage facility.
lieutenant had told her enough to know that he had some evidence.
“I’ll give you one more chance to confess before we start
Mike staying with her last night gave a motive.
dragging the water tank.”
“Bet you told him what you did with the body, huh? Strange
As the bottom of her stomach dropped, the door burst open.
that GPS tracking can’t find it. Of course, a woman as bright as you
would have known to remove the chip.”
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“General Anderson has issued a code red!” announced a
Murkowski was about ask another question when the floor
trooper in full riot gear. “Riots throughout the city. Mass homicides,
seemed to give way. He and Jeniz tumbled to the ground. Caustic
looting, and arsons.”
smoke swirled into the room. Hands flew up to cover mouths and
“Riots?” bellowed Murkowski. “What the hell are you talking
noses as gasoline fumes scorched their lungs.
about?”
Helping them to their feet, the trooper said, “Their making
“Sumers have gone mad. Swarming like terminates coming
some hellasish movatol cocktails, lieutenant, and were out of masks.
out of the woodwork in breeding season.”
I need to get you out of here.”
“Is M-Plex sending reinforcements?”
Murkowski pulled Jeniz through the door. The smoke and
“From where? Last word was hell is breaking loose in major
fumes were potent in the hall. He lifted the scarf she had tied around
cities around the globe! Impossible to monitor now because we’ve
her neck over her mouth and nose before lifting his collar over his
lost communication with M-Plex. Can’t even reach Eastern Seaboard
face. Sightless from the stinging tears dripping from their eyes, they
Command.”
stumbled down two flights of stairs to an open office space where the
fumes and smoke had dissipated. The chaos in other parts of the
NYSF had been monitoring and subduing increased pockets of
building and outside seemed to have forgotten this squad room. Two
tension and sporadic eruptions in the Sumer districts for weeks. No
dozen SF trooper desks sat empty, their phones silent. The only signs
one knew the cause. Certainly no one had expected it to turn into
of life streamed across four large viewscreens in each corner of the
anarchy overnight. Murkowski had been aware that cell and
room as a montage glimpsing the City in the latter part of the
broadcast communications had been interrupted this morning, but
twentieth century played: Simon and Garfunkle concert in Central
had no idea it was on a mass scale.
Park, NOW ERA march, Gay Pride march, STOMP the Musical...
Murkowski pressed a compad to turn up the volume.
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An impassioned voice demanded, “Take back your city! Rise
and blinded from gushing blood, he pressed one hand to his head, the
up against oppression! Break your chains and reclaim your world.
other to the ground for balance.
Rulers and Consorts shall no longer proclaim, Let them eat toxic cake!
“What the hell’s the matter with you, Aribiba?”
We bake the bread and shall eat it to our heart’s delight!”
“What?”
“No!” exclaimed Jeniz. “This is not what we planned!”
“You could be half way to Brooklyn by now!”
“What who planned? What do you know about this?”
“Don’t remind me.” She reached down and helped him to his
Shots of the 2000 Democratic Convention in New York City
feet. Took the scarf from around her neck and tied it tightly around
were airing.
his head. “C’mon, we need to get out of here. Any buildings with
“Today is Tuesday. Tuesday, November 7, 2034.”
hoverpads?”
“I’m aware of the that, Ms. Aribiba.”
“My station, but it’s burning. Thinking of stealing a craft?”
“Thirty-four years since the open theft of democracy in this
“It sure beats ducking bottles and gun fire.”
country.”
“Fire station! The 808’s just down the block. If it’s up in
“You’re incoherent. I need to get you out of the fumes.” He
flames then we’re all burning in hell.”
grabbed her hand and dragged her behind him like a ragdoll.
Minutes later they stood atop the seventh floor of the fire
They were swept up in the human exodus out of the building.
station building, its three hovercraft bays empty. Taller buildings
It was a war zone. Vehicles ablaze; smoke and flames billowing out
blocked their views to the north and west, but they could see for a
of now windowless and doorless buildings; looters running in and out
few blocks in the other directions, and saw but blurs of humanity
at will; spine-numbing blasts of shotgun fire; bullets slicing through
flowing through the streets, angry noise rising with the toxic smoke.
air; screams of human fear and agony. A bottle connected with
“What in the name of all that’s holy has gotten into them?”
Murkowski’s forehead, sending him stumbling to his knees. Stunned
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“They were suppose to be gently roused. Allowed and
The hopeful look on her face drew a rare chuckle. “Save the
encouraged to dip their toes back into the world outside their
story for your insanity plea. I’m not letting you go.”
restricted zones.”
A hydrogen dragon swooped down then. Instantly consuming
Murkowski turned to Aribiba. The stinging had cleared from
the City with its fiery breath.
his eyes so he was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.
He walked into one of the hoverbays and found a sink. Water came
out of the spout. He came back with damp paper towels and handed
them to her.
“Thank you.” She wiped her face.
“Least I could do after you saved my life.”
“Hardly.”
“No, no. You could have flown the coup and left me to be
trampled or shot. Hardly the actions of a cold-blooded killer.”
Her arm swept an arc at the mayhem below them. “It seems I
am. Wasn’t the plan, though. We were going to save the world.”
“Now that’s a defense I’ve not heard before,” said Stan
Murkowski with a grin. “Next you’re going to tell that Williams
stumbled onto your secret and had to be offed for the good of
mankind.”
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“Bart, man-“
“I was raised to love my country like my mother, man! And I
did. I laid down my life for her! And what did she do? She lied to my
face. Spit in my face! Punched me in the gut, ground her heels into
my spine, and kicked me into the gutter when she was done. Kept
walkin’. Never gave me a second glance.”
Chapter Forty One
“Nah, man. It wasn’t like that-“
“Fuck it wasn’t! After the twisted path you took, you stand
“C’mon Bart, let her go. Why you doing this?
there with a straight face and tell me Mother didn’t fuck us?”
Wild eyes narrowing, he hissed, “Why?”
Jax puffed his cheeks and blew out a pent-up breath. “Sure, we
Joi suppressed a gasp as she felt his body recoil closer to the
got jerked around. But it wasn’t Mother. She gave us life, a good life.
cliff’s edge. Closed her eyes as the barrel of the gun gouged her
Freedom. There were a hellava lot of good men and women that we
temple. Heard the rocks crumble and fall. Didn’t hear them land.
served with. More good than bad. Mostly decent, just trying to do the
Bart shouted now, “Why?”
right thing. Genuine heroes.”
A flock of birds took flight from the canopy, reminding Jax
“Right, brothers and sisters, I’m talking about Moth-“
that there wasn’t much time for them to fly out of harm’s way. He’d
“No, you’re talking about Father. The politicians and career
stolen a mini-hover to make it back to Joi in time. As he had stepped
military that cheated on our Mother and rode their twisted power trips
out of the airborne motorcycle, Bart emerged from the trees, using Joi
on our backs, spur-kicked our sides.”
as shield and holding a gun to her head.
“Or maybe we’re talking about the Bogey Man. Ain’t that who
“Jesus A. Christ, Mojo! You of all people ask me that! Mother
we were fighting against? Ol’ Bogey Wogey Wiggy Man?”
fucked me that’s why!”
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“Yeah, sure, man. I’ve seen him a time or two.”
“Karn was an SOB, but that’s no reason to take it out on Joi. If
“Yeah? Wearing a turban or a cowboy hat? Insisting Allah
you don’t let her go-“
blessed his bloody vision? Or Luther’s God? Who’s the Bogey Man,
“What?” His hold tightened again. Joi gasped. “What you
Jax? Who the fuck’s the Bogey Man?”
gonna do little fuck face? Hey, let’s get Reeves on the line. Let’s hear
Jax shook his head. “Don’t know, Bart. Just know it’s not me.
what your Savior thinks about his favorite apostle fucking his
And it’s not you.”
daughter!”
Joi felt St. John relax ever so slightly. Jax saw the wildness
Jax clenched his jaw and fists.
recede from his eyes.
Bart spewed another corrosive laugh. “Yeah, I know, Mojo.
“I didn’t track you to trade tired analogies Mojo.”
You want to punch my lights out. Not gonna happen ‘cause we don’t
Jax gave a weak smile. “Now that I believe.”
have time to kiss and make up.” Smooched his lips and blew a kiss.
“Wanted to lay the cards on the table.”
“Just let Joi go. She’s got nothing to do with what we need to
“Sounds good. Why not put the gun down so we can talk.”
settle.”
“Really got it bad for Reeves bastard, huh?”
“Oh?” Bart stroked the side of Joi’s face with the cold finger
Jax and Joi’s eyes locked in mutual confusion. Then
of the gun. “You are a beauty. Wish I had time to get to know you
realization. Joi felt the rumble in Bart’s chest even before caustic
better.” Ground his groin into her backside. “Much better.
laughter erupted. He shuffled his foot and more rocks loosened and
Understandable that Mojo would fall under your spell. Never could
slid into the ravine.
resist a pretty piece, even when it didn’t belong to him.”
“You really didn’t know? Well ring my freakin’ bell! Guess
“Bart,” Jax warned. “Joi has nothing to do with it.”
that’s one secret the wily son of bitch ain’t taking to the grave.”
“With what? With you screwing my Deedee?” Bart saw Joi’s
eye widen. “That’s right, little girl. You think Loverboy over there fell
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from the womb knowing how to give naughty pleasures? Practice,
cheeks. He yelped in shock and pain, swung the gun at her head,
practice, practice. Which is fine. Trouble with Mojo is that he’s never
caught only air. Joi had dropped to the ground and rolled to his right.
been satisfied practicing with available women. Has to take what
Blinded, he couldn’t take aim, but fired anyway. Dirt and fauna
doesn’t belong to him.”
exploded. He made the mistake of taking a step back instead of
“I didn’t take Deidre. She gave. And not just to me. Was her
moving forward, and his bum leg slipped over the edge. A big chunk
twisted way of hanging on to her freedom after you condemned her to
of rock crumbled and his other leg slid down. Tossing his gun, he
the dark prison of your soul. She begged me help her escape. Not to
grabbed for something in his shirt pocket rather than use the hand to
be with me, but for her own salvation. Deidre only belonged to
assist the other that clutched dissolving rock.
herself, Bart. She was never mine. Or yours. Now let Joi go.”
“Hang on Bart!” Jax ran for him. Stopped dead in his tracks
Bart lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. Jax hit the dirt and
when he saw the remote in his hand.
rolled toward the bushes. Joi screamed. St. John howled.
“Don’t! Lay a hand on me and I’ll take you with me,
“Get your scrawny butt out of the bushes, Mojo! That
Cormante!” Blood pooled in the sockets, drowning his baby blues.
surucucu don’t rattle his intentions and was five feet from burying his
“C’mon you old mule! I’m pulling you up. We can work this
fangs in your ass. You can thank me later.”
out.”
Jax’s eyes riveted on the six-foot long beige and black striped
“Too late. You know what they say about soldiers. Never die,
serpent, now headless. Glancing back at St. John, he started to rise.
just fade away.”
“Easy now Mojo.” St. John was still tickled from the sight. His
“Not you.”
hand remained relaxed at his side, the gun pointing down. It was the
“Time for it to stop. Time to silence the voices. Time for the
chance Joi had waited for. Like a wasp with five stingers, her hand
lunacy to stop.”
flew to his face, nails jabbing into his eyes and clawing down his
“Then help me, dammit! Stay here and-“
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“Love ya, Mojo.”
What was it Major Bart St. John use to say about war? Fool’s game
Jax reached for his arm. Grabbed air. Bart launched himself
from beginning to end. A breeze stirred up and he was sure he heard
into a free fall. Pressed the red button. Didn’t utter a sound going
Bart laughing.
down.
No sound. No wind. The world had stopped. It would be so
easy to nudge himself an inch or two forward and slide down to join
his friend. Friend? Yes, for most of his adult life.
Joi called his name several times, but he lay still as death. Jax
had the sensation of moving backward and heard what could only be
described as delicate grunting. He lifted his head over his shoulder.
“Damn you Jax Cormante! Are you going to make me haul
your sorry hide all the way to the hover?”
The sight of her covered in dust and sweat charmed him back
to reality. He held out his hand and she helped him stand. As they
hurried to their hovercraft, another rose from above the treetops and
made a beeline for the Rio de Janeiro, skimming their heads.
“What in the name of God?”
The image of Bart pressing the remote replayed in Jax’s mind.
Bart wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of launching his hover loaded
with missiles toward WOF if he hadn’t been in cahoots with Daj.
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Without glancing over to the divan, Nigel said, “That’s good
news; however, he is in no condition to attend this crisis.”
Angelique Poppov said, “Nigel, the charter clearly states that
in the event that the President for Life is indisposed, the Vice President
for Life is in charge.”
All eyes turned to Fowler, who was pale as January and staring
Chapter Forty Two
vacantly at the water-stained portrait of Ronald Reagan that hung next
to Putin.
“Listen to me people! Commandant Piedmont has no
Nigel raised an eyebrow. “Look, people. I believe my position
authority to issue martial law!”
as president of GIN makes me the most capable of handling a global
A few of the directors turned to him while most of the room
crisis—if indeed there is one. My finger is on the pulse of every
remained in chaos. Nigel grabbed a crystal water pitcher and threw it
conceivable communication on the planet. I’ve a call in to Rome and
against the wall. It hit a portrait of Vladimir Putin. A piece of glass
should bestuck to his eye, creating a life-like glint.
The hologe pad lit up and trilled. Nisha Armstrong appeared.
Round eyes stared at Nigel.
“Ah, see what I mean. My senior assistant. Computer,
“Now listen up. When Piedmont returns we make it clear who
clearance approved from incoming hologe.”
is charge.”
Several brows shot up and a few heads nodded in approval.
“And just who would that be, Grey?” asked Rubio.
“Nisha, just in time.”
“We are, my good fellow. Now everyone sit down. Please.”
“Mr. Hale is coming around,” said the medic.
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She stood before them draped in a long black cape. “Hello,
upper arms, neck, breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs marred with dark
WOF Board of Directors. As you may be aware, the entire world is
purple and yellowish splotches, many shaped like a man’s hand.
under siege by the Universalists.”
“Showing is so much more powerful than telling, as Grey is so
Murmurs swept the room.
fond of saying.”
“Trust me when I tell you we are not your grandfather’s
“This is an outrage!” exclaimed Nigel, rushing to stand in front
Universalists.”
of the Nisha’s image. “The woman’s obviously been assaulted and is
“We?” asked Nigel.
quite out of her mind. I’ll see she gets medical attention immediately.”
Nisha ignored him. “Don’t take my word for it. Computer,
“Shut up, Nigel.”
activate the viewscreen.”
He swung around to her. His eyes flaring. Teeth clenched.
The Directors watched in stunned silence as images of
“Nisha, my dear girl, you are obviously distraught-“
Sumers swarming the streets and infiltrating Consort and Ruler zones
“Directors, look at the viewscreen again.”
played, with captions identifying the cities and regions where it was
The frozen image of Rome burning dissolved into footage of
happening.
Nigel raping Nisha on the desk in her office. The audio clearly
“Computer freeze image,” said Nisha. “We’ll stop on this lovely
captured her screaming, pleading, and crying; him grunting, insulting,
image of Rome burning. Rome, home of GIN headquarters. Nigel Grey,
and laughing.
as you all know, built Global Information Network. What you may not
“In his violence, Grey forgot that, by his own directive, all GIN
know is that for all his outward poise and power, he is actually a
offices were A/V monitored. If there were time, you would witness
shivering weak turd.”
him violating me several times.”
Gasps and a few chuckles rippled through the room. Nisha
“You son of a bitch,” said Angelique Poppov.
dropped her cape. Louder gasps. She stood in a skimpy bikini, her
Rubio spat, “Vile piece of shit.”
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“No, it’s not what it appears. She likes it rough. Begged for it.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are under attack.”
The little slut-”
The room came alive as questions were fired in his direction.
Fowler’s fist connected with Grey’s jaw before he collapsed
He held up his hand. The shield brought immediate silence.
again. Nigel was shaking his head and rubbing his jaw when his eye
“All communications to the outside world are down,
caught a new image on the viewscreen: GIN headquarters.
otherwise, I would tell you to call your loved ones to say farewell.”
“As much as I would like to blow you to hell, Nigel. I believe
“What in the name of the Holy Mother are you talking about?”
you will find this much more painful.” Nisha pressed a button on her
asked Rubio.
signature remote. Smoke billowed out of the top floors of GIN,
Teng said, “You sound as if it’s the end of the world!”
forming a dusty, gray cap over its top just before the building fell to
“Surely our security forces will crush the little mites like
earth.
before!” said Poppov.
“For the love of Thatcher, she’s a terrorist! She’s murdered
Piedmont’s shook his head.
thousands.”
“Now wait just a minute!” Nigel rose like a messiah and
“In case anyone cares, I had the building evacuated. Unlike
sauntered to the head of the table as if reborn. “Piedmont has had us
Nigel, I don’t feed off the suffering of others. How does it feel to be
locked up in here with no communication to the outside world. How
violated, little man?”
do we know he’s not up to something! He probably staged that
Nigel lunged at Nisha, his hands smashed together as he tried
sadistic piece of entertainment that just played.”
to choke the wavering mirage. He crumbled to the floor. Nisha’s
Brows arched and then eyes narrowed in contemplation.
hollow laughter mocked him and echoed long after her image faded.
“A-ha! All of you know what I am talking about. It’s no secret
Stunned surreal, the chamber that was quiet as a tomb when
that I’m the obvious choice to succeed Hale now that we’ve found out
Commandant Piedmont burst through the door.
the type of shoddy material from which he’s cut. Besides running GIN
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for all these years, I believe one of WOF’s founder’s would have
“What in Blair’s name are you talking about now?”
heartily endorsed me.”
“These ducklings would have likely embraced you as their
“You’re talking about Odin Karn, I take it,” said Walter Nealy.
leadernot that it matters since it will only be for a few short minutes.
Nigel nodded. “I just married his granddaughter. Had his
Why lie? Don’t let the last words of your sorry life be a lie!”
blessing before he died, God rest his beautiful soul.”
“Calling me a bloody liar?” Grey snatched up the packet that
Gordon Sinclair said, “I knew the man better than most. He
had been delivered to him just before Nisha had appeared. He ripped
wouldn’t have tolerated anything less than first-class for his
it open, pulled out the document, and held it up to the group.
granddaughter.”
“Cosmopolitan seventy-fifth anniversary edition?” Fowler
Fowler shook his head. “Are you endorsing the rapist?”
squinted at the diamond-glint lettering; eyes popping at the healthy
“A lying, double-crossing rapist!” corrected Teng.
young woman clad in a clingy little-nothing.
“All of this is moot, my friends,” said Piedmont. “Do you not
Laughter sailed around the table. Nigel looked down at the
understand? The world is literally on the verge of destruction.”
magazine in his hand and turned apple red.
Nigel spat, “That’s what you’d have us believe. This has got to
“I think you were looking for this.” Piedmont lifted the plain
be the sorriest attempt at a military coup in history! Listen, my
manila folder he had carried in with him and held it front of Gordon
esteemed colleagues. You know my credentials. You now also know
Sinclair. “What does the label say, Gordon?”
that I met the approval of the esteemed Odin Karn. If this weren’t
“Beight, Eli.”
enough, I also have obtained the coveted Beight file.”
Oh’s and ah’s rippled through the room.
Laughter bubbled up from Piedmont’s gut and rumbled
“It’s awfully thin,” said Nealy.
through the room. “I knew you couldn’t help yourself. Just like your
Teng nodded. “Looks empty.”
uncle Rupie, always over the top.”
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“And yet it holds the greatest political secret of the last
hundred years, perhaps even longer,” said Piedmont as he opened the
file wide for inspection.
A small sheet of fine linen stationery bearing gold embossed
initials ONK was the entire contents. Upon the sheet, inked in black,
were three little words. Some of the Directors mouthed the words,
others’ mouths simply dropped open. There was no time for
discussion as one of Bart St. John’s missiles arrived and erased all
thought and form.
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Joi put her hand on his cheek. “No lies, ever. Remember?”
He turned his face and kissed her palm. “Possible, not likely.
From what we can gather, the global centers of power and population
have been virtually demolished. North America, Europe, Central and
East Asia, the Asia Pacific, and South America. It’s believed that most
of those regions are uninhabitable due to levels of radiation. Any
living thing that somehow managed to survive Armageddon’s initial
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blast likely died of radiation poisoning. Survivors would have to
contend with finding food and shelter in nuclear winter. Any to
Jax found Joi in a dark recess, beyond their secluded quarters.
survive that would have cancer and other illnesses due to radiation
She had taken to studying prehistoric cave paintings in the three years
exposure to look forward to.”
since Lucid Tuesday.
“Dear God. So there’s nothing left.”
“It’s confirmed, Ohio. It’s safe to come out.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Is there anything left up there?”
Jax wouldn’t deny her the hope that her mother and Adam
He shrugged. “Only time will tell.”
had survived, but he couldn’t nurture it either, having lost more loved
“Come now, darling, you can do better than that. What have
ones and comrades to war than he cared to remember.
you heard?”
Jax said, “Our forces have full control of the only continent
“Well, it’s a safe bet that neither of us will be returning to our
not to suffer from direct hits. Though we’ve suffered from the fallhome country.”
out, too.”
“What about Texas?”
“So not even Africa got through unscathed?”
“Valhalla? It’s possible your mom and Adam made it.”
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“No, not by a long shot. Nuke clouds from Europe have
“So, in another fifty thousand years, we won’t still be
heavily poisoned the entire region north of the Sahara. The western
struggling with our nature?”
coastline, mostly to the north, has suffered from similar problems. The
“The ol’ power versus force scenario, eh? So you weren’t
end result is that it’s mostly uninhabitable. But much of the interior to
simply feigning interest in my lecture to get me in bed?”
the south and east appear to be good shape.”
She nipped his earlobe and whispered. “When it comes to you
They had been deep within the diamond mines of central
and bed, I never have to feign a thing.”
Namibia for nearly three years. There were three thousand other
“Careful, or you won’t see the light of day until tomorrow.”
Universalist in the Cormante quadrant as it was called; two thousand
She sighed. “Sorry. I’ll try keep my base nature in check.
in the Armstrong quadrant in Botswana; four thousand in Sanbujama’s
“Don’t you dare change that part of you nature, love.”
quadrant in Zimbabwe; and another four thousand in the Randall
“But what about the combined lusts that drive us? Do you
quadrant in South Africa. Thirteen thousand Universalists. Thirteen
think that we’ll ever overcome them?”
thousand human beings known to have survived the nuclear
“You mean finally come to the realization that unevolved,
holocaust. It would be a long time, if ever, before they would know if
unfettered ego is our downfall? That we are all capable of living at
other people and other life forms had survived.
higher levels of consciousness, constantly?”
“So the continent forsaken by WOF is our saving grace?”
“Something like that.”
“Something like that. Hardly a Garden of Eden.”
“I guess it will depend on the example we set.”
“Still, it’s ironic that humans have come full circle.”
“Uh-oh! Isn’t that the ego talking?”
Jax shrugged. “Have we? I’d like to think we’ll be somewhat
“Yes, a more evolved one than before I fell in love with you.”
more evolved at the starting point this time.”
She giggled, so he kissed her breathless.
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Jax took her by the hand. “Come. Let’s get out of this gloom
pale blue as a flock of doves sailed by. A hawk appeared out of
and into the sunlight.
nowhere. Swooped down and had a plump victim in its clutches within
They climbed into a hydrocell-powered mine car and traveled
seconds. The dove cried out to no avail.
the twenty-five-degree incline up three hundred feet to the surface.
Joi shuddered.
Despite the tunnels being lit with hydrocell lamps, they had lived just
“Don’t even think it.”
above gloaming for almost three years; and, despite the fact that the
“Well, it was hardly a good omen.”
sun had sunk below the mountain tops, when they emerged from the
“It was no omen. Simply life.”
cave the twilight hurt their eyes. This was soon forgotten as a brisk
“Life’s never been simple. We humans seem to have it the
wind slapped their faces, causing them both to smile from the heady
hardest, forever struggling to accept our nature or trying to rise above
feeling of fresh air and being alive.
it. Never much succeeding either way.”
“I remember it being hot when we arrived,” said Joi shielding
“We’re both the hawk and dove, then?”
her watering eyes with her hands, eager to look out at the landscape.
“Exactly.”
“It was. Use to be warm year round. But Lucid caused the
“Perhaps that’s how it’s meant to be.”
temperature to drop throughout the planet. When we scouted a few
“So what does any of it matter?” asked Joi.
months ago, there was a good three feet of snow where we’re standing.
“What?”
We’re in the height of summer and it’s just recently melted.”
“Any of it? Do we ever really choose? Is the human drive to
“It’s still the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.” Joi inhaled
dominate our fatal flaw? Whether for good or evil, we seem wired to
the scent of pine, moist earth, and the promise of life that was
lord it over others. We not only hunt and subdue plants, animals,
budding on trees and struggling to emerge from the warming ground.
mountains, and sea, and a bit of outer space, we also are compelled to
The screeching of birds caught their ears and both looked up into the
control our own kind. We can’t seem to live and let live.”
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Jax shrugged.
“So nothing we’ve done so farnation states, the American
“Can we really ever evolve beyond our selfish desires?”
Experiment, just war, WOF, Aquarians, Universalists, Lucid
“Self-interest has kept the species alive.”
Tuesdaynone of it would have been the key to power over force?”
“Jax Cormante have you now reverted to a Darwinist?”
Jax stood behind her. Tucked her into his chest. Pressed his
“There is something to be said for survival of the fittest,
cheek against hers. “We’ll never know.”
Ohio.”
Thankful for the solid warmth of this man, Joi let herself melt
“Fit is a relative term. Fit might once have meant kill or be
into him, absently stroked the tops of strong hands that held her safe.
killed, but as we started to merge we found that fit could be a person
How ironic that her life really hadn’t begun until the only world she
skilled at the art of negotiating and weak was someone who couldn’t
and generations before her had ever known had ended. She thought of
rein in his violent nature.”
her grandfather. How he would never have been content to build a life
“Still, like all animals, we’ve alpha males—and females. They
around a partner and offspring, living for the moment and for
will never be content with sharing equally or consensus rule.”
someone else. She couldn’t imagine him having been anything other
“So you’ve given up on the dream of humans operating from
than what he was: A man who spent his entire life driven to shape the
power not force?”
world as he thought it should be; a man who had put everything and
Jax stroked her hair. “Perhaps when, if, we ever see each other
everyone beneath his own narrow views of right and wrong. He had
as a different face of the same being and the recognition becomes as
stalked power only to become its victim. What had been the point?
natural as breathing. Until then, we keep shuffling along wrapped in
It was growing dark and the cold wind began to bay. Time to
our innate chains that bind yet separate us.”
go back inside. Time to think about a future outside the cave. Time to
let go of the past.
“Jax?”
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“Hmm?”
“The world…my grandfather’s world. Was it all a ruse?”
She felt him shrug as he drew her closer; felt his warm breath
caress her ear. “Not to the people who set the stage and directed the
play. To them, deception was a necessary tool to instill belief in the
actors and the audience. Come to think of it, you, my dear, have the
dubious distinction of being the only person left on the planet to have
known two of the greatest masters of deception, Odin Karn and Eli
Beight.
“I never met Eli Beight.”
Jax chuckled. “Well, maybe the big ruse was Eli.”
“Big lie. Eli.” A chill feathered down Joi Ohio’s spine. Dismay
too late to overcome washed of her as realization dawned, spilled from
her lips like a ghostly rasp. “A lie…the big lie.”
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