This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
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Atlantis
By Warlord
Janice and Aoife grabbed overalls in gray on gray urban camouflage to wear for the trip. I had my Levis, cotton shirt and boots. Christy was again in my favorite outfit. Her white short shorts, polo shirt and tennis.
Christy was driving and explaining.
“The industrial park is just across the interstate. The factory moved operations offshore. The building has been vacant since. It was to be the anchor tenant, the park never recovered. Janice and I bought the main building cheap and then followed up by purchasing all the rest. We used several dummy corporations which will mask the transaction from casual scrutiny.”
We crossed the freeway Christy turned onto the frontage road. About a mile down she turned on a blacktop road, which seemed to go through a grove of trees. We passed through a sixteen-foot tall earth berm that was the entrance to the industrial park. The berm surrounded the park.
Our building was a large three-story reinforced concrete tip up building. Construction was typical of modern factory in suburban settings. Our range was in the basement of that building.
Christy pointed to an office building right next to the berm entrance.
“We have a team posted at windows in that building keeping track of anyone who enters the industrial park.”
We kept driving and pulled up behind “our” factory. A tall overhead door opened and Christy pulled in under cover. We climbed out of the SUV. That was the first that I noticed any gunfire noise. Even then it as very subdued.
Christy noticed my expression:
“We have made an effort to attenuate the noise. I think a very successful one. You need to be on top of us and then you will only hear the big bore stuff. The rimfires are virtually silent up here even without a silencer.”
The factory was cavernous. There were high ceilings and broad expanse of floor. Stairs, passenger and freight elevator connected each floor. In addition ramps designed for forklifts hauling heavy loads connected each floor in turn. Covered loading docks allowing a full semi trailer to park inside as well as ramps allowing the semi to pull right on the factory floor.
Christy said:
“We can drive to the range, get in.”
Christy drove the Suburban down the ramp and into the basement. She parked next to Janice’s Escalade. We climbed out and I observed the Warrior shooting range.
There were a dozen pistol positions with fifty meters of space for targets. There were six rifle positions with 150 meters.
Cynthia and Cath were working the pistol range. Dr. Helen Erickson, Dr. Elizabeth Harkin, Camelia and Micaela were with Cath. General Ulysses, Perun, Morana, and Agronna were with Cynthia. Everybody was shooting Ruger Autos at about 25 meters and a standard bulls eye.
Cynthia blew a whistle and everyone put their pistols down and pulled off their earmuffs. They walked up to the target frames and replaced their targets. This was when the kidding and teasing would start in earnest as they compared the targets.
We walked up and I got a kiss from Cath. Doctor Harkin spotted me:
“Come to show us how its done bad ass?”
“Not me Doc, I’m a lover not a fighter.”
This revelation opened the door to any number of women who wished to loudly disabuse me of the notion that I was a lover. It was good to be back with my friends.
Predictably Cynthia had the last word when she told me that I was a very good lover unfortunately she continued to explain with her age and experience she had little to compare me and actually I could be terrible and she would never know. We were rolling on the floor by then.
I said:
“Thank you Cynthia for sharing. I feel so much better, not.”
“My pleasure champion. Anything I can do to help.”
“How are they shooting, Cynthia?”
“Come up here and take a look. How do you like my range?”
“This is a classy operation.”
“When I’m ready to train combat we can move target frames and use the whole front for silhouettes. We can scatter them around and make it realistic.”
I nodded and said:
“Eventually we will need some room to stretch out.”
Doctor Erickson interjected:
“We can use my property for some longer shots. You’re familiar with the gravel pit.”
“That’s right, it’s almost ready made.”
Cynthia and Cath took a few minutes to point out the range features. Then they showed me some targets. The current class also took a few minutes to show me their targets. I was impressed. The people of Atlantis seemed to have an aptitude for shooting. The medical team also had innate skills. Doctor Harkin was the best of them. I asked her:
“Doc, what did you qualify?”
“Expert with the M-16 and with the pistol.”
“Sandbagging?”
“No, I honestly need the practice. I am unlikely to be a noncombatant in this army.”
I turned to Cynthia:
“You get my message?”
“Yes, over here.”
She led us to a table with three Markarov pistols and two Skorpion Cz 61 submachine guns. There were five suppressors. I had a metal box full of Russian ammo with Cyrillic markings.
“These five guns and suppressors are sterile. They were issued to the Russian Spetznaz Special Forces in Afghanistan. The ammunition is from the same source. They never entered the United States. They are not here.”
Everybody looked a bit puzzled but they nodded for me to continue.
“We carry these when we enter the J.W. Miles home. If things go bad and we have to shoot our way out the forensic evidence will point to Russia and hopefully Russian Mafia. That alone might mess up his political stock. It might keep the weight off us until we can regroup and move on him again.”
Cynthia nodded:
“Good back up plan.”
Yes, I am still planning that our primary attack has to be magical to counter his black gadget and now his accumulation of other people’s gadgets.”
Cath asked a key question:
“Who is your entry team?”
“Three of us. Me, Janice and Aoife go in. We need a back-up cover team. We also need transportation in and out of the neighborhood to our jump point.”
There were fourteen of us around that table. It was silent as we pondered the mission issues.
I continued:
“When we have completed our mission J.W. will be dead along with the members of his family in league with his gadget. No way to sugar coat this. Every member of our household with AI will be a witness to the entire mission.”
Again, silent sober nodding was the only answer.
“We need this discussion with Isobel present. Until final planning with Isobel and the Twelve, it looks like this: Harkin leads medical. Cath leads transportation. Cynthia leads cover. Champion leads entry. Elias leads surveillance. Questions?”
Cynthia said:
“No questions. Then quit being idle and get your butts over to the firing line.”
They went back to shooting. Janice and Aoife joined me in a careful examination of the new guns. We walked to the line and pinned up targets with everybody else. We fired them with and without suppressors. We fired the submachine guns single and full auto. When we felt comfortable, Aoife wanted to tease.
“What if you are out of ammo?”
With a flourish I drew my new ivory stick. I pointed the end at the target. I said:
“BANG!”
Imagine my surprise when a two-inch diameter hole appeared as something blew through the target. Cynthia blew her whistle and we all gathered around. Cath said:
“What the fuck was that?”
I explained what Elias said this morning. Nobody had ever seen such a thing.
“Cynthia, did you save any of the vests from my four assailants?”
“Yea, over here in the cabinet.”
“Wrap one around that target frame at 25 meters. Zip it up.”
I sighted on the vest with the end of my ivory stick. I said:
“BANG!”
The target frame flexed and then tipped sideways. We all walked up to survey the damage. The Kevlar vest had a not very neat two-inch diameter hole in the front panel, through the target and out the back panel for complete penetration. I said:
“Fuck me”
Cynthia said:
“My exact thought. Champion looks like you found your equalizer.”
With that display class was dismissed!
We climbed in our vehicles and headed home. Janice carried our new sterile weapons. As I sat in the front seat, I realized that I needed a pain pill. Luckily Doctor Helen rode back with us. I asked her:
“Helen, how you fixed for pain killers?”
“I’ll get you something as soon as we get home. I’m surprised you lasted this long.”
We arrive back at Christy’s house and I walked in the front door. Imagine my surprise when I found a Barrett M82A1M - 50 Cal Semi-Automatic and an Armalite AR50 – 50 Cal bolt action on a table next to the picture window. Cynthia said:
“No second chance.”
I walked in to my hospital room and sat on my bed. Camelia and Micaela came in and undressed me completely. Micaela started my vitals as Camelia accumulated my medications. Doctors Erickson and Harkin joined us. They wanted to see if I had overstressed either wound. Aurelia came through the door with a tray. She had a pitcher of orange juice, glasses, and a plate of toast.
Aurelia poured me a large glass of orange juice as the ladies probed and pondered.
“Thank you Aurelia.”
“Doctors a change in plan. Tonight is the night!”
“Elizabeth spun around:
“No fucking way.”
“Yes, way. J.W. has to be neutralized right now.”
“This is outrageous.”
“No and you know it. In a few moments we have a meeting with everybody. We have final planning and then we GO.”
“What do you need?”
“You hammer me with Lidocaine right in the wound and give me a couple extra syringes to carry. No narcotics now but a couple extra loaded syringes to carry.”
“We will do this but under protest.”
“Unless somebody can tell me that they see a dramatic improvement in my condition over the next few days I can’t see the delay doing anything but adding risk.”
The medical team went back to work with a renewed vigor. I was sorry to push them but we needed to move before J.W. did.
It was time for the meeting. Camelia and Micaela threw my robe over my shoulders and helped me to my feet. I refused the wheelchair.
We entered the great hall where the meeting was to be held. The place was packed. As I entered supported by Camelia and Micaela I became an impromptu receiving line.
First Enoch introduced Aintzane his young paramour. Very young! He introduced his assistant Bohumir and his wife Haukea.
Elias introduced his wife Edurne and his paramour Moirrey. His assistant is Dalibor and his wife Elisaveta.
Jon introduced his wife Maite and his paramour Heidrun. His aide is Donar and his wife is Hathor.
General Ulysses was already seated. He and Agronna acknowledged my entrance. Perun and his wife Morana waved as they joined the general. Aoife walked over and joined me.
The door opened and Adrienne, Tammy and Lisa entered. Each one stopped for a thoroughly distracting kiss. The Las Vegas contingent was in the building.
Christy entered with Janice, Megan, Natalie, Blue, and Green. Janice came over to me. Cath and Cynthia led in Michael Brady, Kathleen, Eileen and Flame they walked in and sat near me. Dr. Helen Erickson and Dr. Elizabeth Harkin finally joined us. Maeve came to stand by me.
When we were pretty much all in attendance the door opened and Isobel – Queen of Atlantis made her entrance. Isobel was immediately followed by Aurelia and Berit. Isobel joined me followed by two more women I did not recognize. She introduced Emer and Niamh, the two most famous courtesans in Atlantis. These two were standouts in a room filled with beautiful women. Isobel smirked at my expression, her eyes alone spoke volumes.
Isobel opened the meeting and welcomed me back to the living. She had Enoch outline some of the progress in the ensuing thirteen days.
Enoch immediately called on Adrienne.
“We are in final negotiations for the Nevada ranch proper with one section of land and eight sections of land surrounding it. We will have full water, mineral and every other right. When the seller thinks of a way to screw us, we immediately see it and turn it around. This has been a lot of fun.”
Enoch called on Cynthia and Cath who described their shooting school. Then he called on Aoife who described the archery school. Then Elias explained his offensive and defensive magic training.
Enoch called on Jon to discuss the recent regenerations. Jon said:
“Thank you Champion for accumulating the magical power which we needed to accomplish this task. These are the new members of our community. We have made a change from our Atlantis practice. All who are reconstituted and regenerated have been given wizard jewelry and are expected to be full-fledged warriors. ”
Elias picked up the narrative:
“The added magical power from the many new wizards has started another feedback loop with our crystals. We won’t even be able to measure the magnitude of increase for several days.”
I asked a question:
“Does this make us more visible to other wizards?”
Elias answered:
“Yes, we are becoming a very large and increasingly obvious concentration of magical energy. To answer an obvious follow-up question, J.W. Miles and his gadget will easily find us, much like seeing a large beacon fire.”
“Have they already?”
“No way to know, Champion. Before you found the Amulets I would have said they have not. Now I am not sure we would detect watchers.”
“Great.”
Isobel clapped her hands once and at the ensuing silence, she said:
“This opens an important issue. James William Miles is a threat to us. The Champion wishes to act against him soon.”
“Tonight.”
The room went silent and every eye was on me. I continued:
“Everything I hear tells me that we are just lucky that J.W. has not attacked us yet. We need to act NOW. I am not up to speed BUT I do not see a rapid recovery making me whole any time soon. The question becomes, am I good enough to act tonight?”
Isobel looked at me then she said:
“This is wholly the responsibility of the Champion. Who do you need?”
“With your permission my Queen. Harkin leads medical. Cath leads transportation. Cynthia leads cover. Champion leads entry. Elias leads surveillance.”
“Entry?”
“Me, Janice and Aoife go in.”
“Show us.”
I had Maeve display the hologram of J.W. Miles house in the middle of the room. We discussed the mission in a round robin.
I called on Cath. She reported:
“We have a van painted like a cable T.V service truck. There is a service drive across from the Miles estate where such vans frequently park. This will be our staging area.”
“Go on.”
“Christy in the Escalade with Perun and Morana blocks one way. Tammy in the Suburban with General Ulysses and Agronna blocks incoming traffic. Adrienne takes the pickup and our scanners, she is to distract official intruders.”
“In the van?”
“I’m driver. You, Janice, Aoife, Harkin, Cynthia, Elias and Maeve.”
I turned to the AI. She said:
“I have ample power to respond from that site.”
“Cool.”
Isobel looked around the room. She asked:
“Further questions? Then, I want all of you to hear me. During this mission Champion is acting for me and for Atlantis. Obey and serve him as you would your queen.”
With that she walked up and hugged me tightly. I looked around the room.
“Meeting with the entry team, now. Meeting with the entire team before we saddle up. Assault H-Hour is this morning when J.W. and his family are occupied with their gadget in that upstairs room. Thank you all for your confidence. We won’t let you down.”
Cynthia stopped me and asked:
“How do we dress?”
“Everybody gets a Glock. Split MP5’s and M16’s among the cars. Harkin gets a M16. Cath carries her SIG P-226 and the Benelli M-4 12 gauge. You anchor the retreat with your AK-47 with the drum magazine and you can bring along your Chiefs Special.”
Christy had a room for the entry team. Elias brought in an update crystal. As we sat down Grid spoke up:
“Champion, place your ivory stick on the crystal as well.”
“What’s up Grid?”
“The stick is self-aware. It woke up when you were playing with it at the range.”
“Now what?”
“It wants to be friends.”
“Does it have a name?”
“No, Champion.”
“It does now. It is “Stick.” I need much help from Stick.”
Grid answered:
“You have made a hit with your quick naming. What help?”
“I need Stick to open locks and safes. Stick must manipulate the wards and tumblers at my request.”
Anything else?
“I touch Stick to a person and they go down.”
“Stick and I will take care of those requests.”
Janice and Aoife discussed the upcoming party with me.
Cynthia brought in our clothes. She had BDUs for us in urban camouflage. The Black, White, Medium Gray, and Dark Gray would hopefully break our pattern if we lost our monk robes. Cynthia had work boots for the three of us, with steel toes. She had stocking hats in black to finish the look.
Dr. Harkin painted our faces with the approved Army pattern to break the white glow.
General Ulysses handed Janice and I a knife that was the twin of the one Aoife carried. I tucked the sheath behind my back.
Watching Aoife strip so that she could dress in the new clothes was immensely entertaining and worth putting myself in harms way later. I told her that. She stuck out her tongue. Aoife kept her leather breastplate.
Cynthia returned with the next layer. She had Entry Team Vests including the ceramic plates to stop rifle caliber rounds. She handed each of us a shoulder holster with a silenced Ruger auto pistol. The girls each got a Glock and I go my Colt 45 in a hip holster.
Cynthia handed me my Buck folder. She started to give me my Gerber knife but Aoife intercepted it. Aoife shook her head and tossed it back. I shrugged and Cynthia laughed.
“Overruled, Champion?”
“I guess I just received an expert opinion.”
Cynthia distributed our monk robes. Her final act was to set our sterile weapons on the table in front of us and then lead everyone out the door leaving the entry team alone.
We held hands and discussed the final details. I warned Aoife.
“Janice has been strongly conditioned and bonded to me. If this mission goes bad she will save me even at your expense. This is not something she can control. Sorry.”
Aoife laughed:
“I know that, Champion. It will not be a problem.”
I picked up a Makarov and fitted a suppressor. Aoife and Janice each took a Makarov with a suppressor. Then they each picked up a Skorpion and fitted that suppressor. We distributed magazines of extra ammo equally. The girls dropped the submachine guns leather sling over their heads. All of us found a pocket in our monk robe for the pistol. We stood up together.
“Time to rock and roll.”
We walked out to find our ride.
We joined Christy in the Escalade. She drove us back to the industrial park. We went to another building and pulled around back. The overhead opened and we found all the vehicles parked inside. Everybody with a job was present. This was the final briefing and last chance for questions.
Cynthia had previously installed radio transceivers in each vehicle. She discussed frequencies and click codes. The entry team would each have handhelds. Ours would be off unless we were detected.
It was fully dark.
Adrienne kissed me and climbed in the pickup. She was first out. Christy hugged us. Christy loaded her passengers and pulled out and blocked the entrance to the industrial park. Tammy kissed me hard and loaded the Suburban. Cath finished dressing in her cable installer’s uniform. I told her:
“You look smoking in that hardhat.”
She laughed and threw open the back door of the van. We climbed in and settled. We would travel in a loose convoy and split up close to our target. I said:
“Remind everybody to have their AI broadcast peaceful, happy, boring thoughts especially if we pass any squad cars.”
I put my head on Doctor Harkin’s lap and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew Elizabeth was shaking me.
“Wake up, Champion. It’s after midnight and J.W. just returned home.”
I stepped out of the rear of the van. We were in an alley between two walled estates. The shrubbery and the walls together made this a perfect spot for our purposes. The van was pulled up just enough for the logo to be visible at the end of the alley.
Cynthia found a spot in the trees where she had a decent field of fire and good cover. Elias and Maeve were at the back of the van with a hologram of the house. Janice and Aoife were watching the movement inside the house. Janice was using light amplification binoculars and Aoife within the hologram.
Cath was sitting on a stool prepared to act her part. She had the shotgun close at hand. Doctor Harkin was checking me.
“How are you doing, badass?”
“It hurts, probably a five or six. Nothing unmanageable.”
“Here are two sets of syringes. This set is Lidocaine. This set is morphine. I have a crash bag to treat any wounds. This is an individual wound kit. I will have another for Janice and Aoife.”
“Thanx Doc. Sorry to push you.”
“I understand, you come out and it’s not a problem. Otherwise I am going to be so pissed at you.”
Elias turned to us:
“J.W and his wife, son, and mother are all in the upper room. They have all the household help with them this time. His two daughters are not in the room but in a bedroom close at hand. The magical emanations from the room are very strong. I believe you and your team are stronger and can subdue the gadget.”
“Time now?”
Cath responded:
“3:38”
“One last question. Anybody see any security cameras anywhere?”
Cynthia answered:
“No, does that puzzle you?”
“Not really, J.W.obviously meets with people where he doesn’t want a record.”
The doctor said:
“Drop your pants. Time for your shot.”
She hit me with several shots of Lidocaine right in the leg. Then she shifted my clothes enough to do the same to my shoulder wound.
“The down side is you will use these more than you should. You may actually cause permanent irreparable damage.”
“Gosh, thank you Doc for putting my mind at ease just before we move.”
“You are welcome badass. Come back to us safe and all is forgiven.”
Janice and Aoife joined me at the hologram. I gestured to Maeve.
“Maeve, can you find a container of gasoline and highlight the location for Janice.”
A few seconds later a spot began to flash in the attached garage. I pointed and told Janice to mark the location and be prepared to retrieve it quickly.
“Maeve, can you find any safes or hidden storage areas and highlight them for me?”
A few more seconds and three locations began to flash: One in the basement, another in a first floor office and the third in the upstairs master bedroom.
I reached in the back of the van and grabbed a box of garbage bags. I handed six to Janice and to Aoife. I kept six as well. I pulled on my silver gloves and gabbed a couple of gadget bags for each of us.
“Pull on your gloves ladies. Its time,”
I turned to Cath:
“Cath, signal the lookouts and get confirmation.”
A series of soft clicks sounded from the radio.
“All clear, Champion.”
“Elias?”
“Unchanged, Champion.”
I looked at Janice. She nodded. I looked at Aoife. She nodded. I turned to Cath:
“Signal GO now.”
Janice was on my left, holding my hand. Aoife was on my right. I held my ivory stick in my right hand. We rose ten feet in the air and looked around. We rose another few feet and then quickly flew over the wall and into the J.W. Miles estate. We were committed.
We landed in a shadow where the attached garage joined the front of the house. I held my stick and contacted Grid:
“Tell us about alarms.”
“There is an alarm system. But no perimeter alarm has been armed.”
“I will hold you to that.”
I pointed Stick at the front door lock.
“Open it.”
There was a soft click and the Medeco deadbolt opened. Aoife reached for the door. I stepped to the side as she entered. She had her knife in her right hand against her side. She disappeared. I waved Janice through next. I followed.
It was anticlimactic. There was nobody in the room. Janice covered the stairs with her Skorpion.
Aoife prowled the entire first floor. She was like a fog moving through the rooms. She returned and shook her head. I pointed upstairs. She made an “after you” gesture.
I started up the stairs. I stepped so that the risers would support my weight and the stairs would not creak. Thank God for well-made steps! I reached the top and motioned.
Janice moved up to cover the hallway. Aoife ghosted from room to room with knife in hand. Janice moved up as Aoife cleared each room. We had reached the room occupied by J.W.’s daughters. I entered first. Nobody.
“Grid, where are they?”
“Under the bed.”
I stepped fully in the room. Aoife was slightly behind me. Janice stayed in the doorway and covered the hallway.
“Grid, get them out here. They can’t scream. Keep them quiet.”
Two blonde heads popped out from under the bed. I gestured them out. Then I had them sit on the bed. That is how I met Paige and Claire Miles. The 16 and 14-year-old daughters respectively.
They were dressed like sluts. Thigh high stockings with high stiletto heels, red crotch less panties, and red push up bras. Their make-up was very adult as well. Paige as the oldest took the lead.
“Who are you?”
I answered:
“Wizards.”
“Are you here to kill Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Good, since Nana Norma came back, Daddy has become purely evil.”
“Your Grandmother is leading the evil?”
“Yes, Daddy and Austin have joined her in her awful orgies.”
“How about your mother?”
“Nana won’t let us call her that, she’s Taylor. Taylor is tortured like us only worse. Sometimes we can hide and they forget us – they never forget Taylor.”
“Your brother?”
“Austin, he torments us. After the warm-up in there, he will visit us and demand every kind of kinky sex. His newest favorite is anal without lube. He gets off the best when the blood is the lube.”
“Where is Nana?”
“She sits in the corner of the room across the hall holding a statue. Ever since she showed up at our door with that statue our life has been hell. You are here to rescue us?”
“What about the help?”
“More fuck toys for J.W. and Austin. They bring in illegals from South America. They use them, abuse them, and then kill them.”
There was a hiss from the door. Janice whispered:
“All very fascinating but goddamn man we are totally fucking exposed here.”
“Good point.”
“What do you want us to do?”
“Paige and Claire, first we were never here. We will bring Taylor in here. The three of you hide. When this is over contact “Janice Clarke Investments” to get in touch with us.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Aoife spoke for the first time.
“Champion, you call him Champion.”
I stepped into the hall. I held my ivory stick. I was drawn to a section of the hallway wall. Grid confirmed that the gadget was directly on the other side. I waved Janice close to the doorway into the room. Aoife was next to me with her knife in hand.
“Grid, when I have the gadget in my hand, everyone in the room is down.”
“Yes, Champion.”
I made a pass over the wall with Stick. Suddenly the wall began to dissolve before my eyes. I reached through and in one abrupt movement pulled Nana Norma Miles back through the wall and into the hall. I touched her with Stick and with a spasmodic jerk she went limp. I grabbed the gadget and pointed Stick at the center of it.
“Grid, talk to him and tell him not to try anything.”
“He will not try anything.”
“Grid, tell him I will throw him in the ladle at the steel mill just before they fill it with boiling steel. Tell him he will become a rebar under a lonely road.”
“He is listening.”
“Grid, he helps us and then he will be subdued by our Mages and Wizards otherwise I melt him and he can take his chances on survival.”
“Champion, He agrees to servitude. What must he do?”
We entered the room. Six Hispanic women and girls were chained together at one end of the room. Two more were on the bed. A nude J.W. was laying next to the bed. Austin was on the bed with his cock buried in one of the girl’s ass. Taylor was cuffed and tied spread eagle to the four corner posts of the bed. She was face up, but her head was pointed to the foot of the bed. Probably so that she would have an excellent vantage of the fun she was not having. There was a video camera in one corner of the room.
We began the complicated choreography.
I sent Janice for the gasoline. Aoife and I released Taylor. Aoife led her to her daughter’s room. When Aoife returned, I left her and visited the three safes. The safe I the bedroom was in a cabinet. Stick opened it. It was filled with money and drugs; I emptied everything into a garbage bag. I carried that to the door. I headed for the first floor study. This one was filled with hand written account books and videotapes. Again, everything into a bag. Left at the door, I continued to the basement. This safe was huge, but no problem for my Stick. I opened it and found the gadgets. I filled the collection bags I had. Then I took Janice’s and Aoife’s and filled them. The rest of the money, guns, drugs and videotapes filled the last of my garbage bags. I carried the rest upstairs and it all went by the exit door.
Now I returned to the room. I found Taylor in the hallway. I could see why J.W. was attracted to her. A tall, blonde, Barbie doll come to life. I shooed her back into Paige’s room.
“In a few moments, the hall will be full of people yelling fire. Get them out of the house then call the fire department. Now this is very important: You heard you husband tell Austin “everything was moved to a safe place.” Have you got all that?”
She nodded. I patted her on the butt and closed the door.
I gestured to my two companions:
“Janice, you and Aoife carry all the trash bags and gadgets to the van. When everything is loaded you get out of here. No arguments.”
Aoife flipped the strap of the Skorpion over my neck. They both kissed me and headed for the stairs.
“Grid, is the gadget still with us?”
“Yes, Champion. He saw the visions in your head.”
“Good, he must control his people one last time. He will get this last thrill before Elias chains him.”
I held the gadget in one hand and Stick in the other. We positioned everyone. There was only one chance to get this right.
The video camera was handcuffed to one of the servant girls who was operating it on the tripod. She was controlled by the now turncoat gadget to give the police a visual record of the death of a prominent politician.
The scene went like this: Nana Norma came in with the gasoline can and threatened to burn up one of the girls. Norma told the camera that she would bury them with the rest. Then Norma carelessly tossed the can around. She even splashed her son. Then Norma set the can on a table. Austin passed around a big full vodka bottle. He drank a bunch and spilled more. He threw the bottle away. Only the video camera noticed that the vodka bottle knocked over the gasoline can.
Norma and Austin tied J.W. to the bed. They used the cuffs and had him spread-eagled face down. Norma put on a strap-on and got into bed right behind her son. Austin got in bed behind his Nana. They each did a couple lines and then they took some pills that they washed down with more vodka.
Nana slammed into J.W. and began stroking. Austin drove into Norma. The camera recorded the details of the rough incest anal sex. Still connected Austin took another drink. He drained another bottle. He tossed this one as well. This one knocked a lit candle off the table and on to the floor.
The camera caught the act and the consequences. The candle fell in the puddle of gasoline. It ignited immediately. The puddle was large and had soaked the carpet completely. The bed was a sudden mass of flames. J.W. was trapped and before the other two could react, they all died, still coupled in their anal three-way.
The kitchen help ran for the door hampered by being chained together and being chained to a video camera with tripod. As they exited the door closed. The room was now fully engulfed in flames. The hallway was chaos. Taylor, Paige, and Claire exited the bedroom and led the servants to safety in the front yard. Taylor called the fire department after she reached the end of the driveway.
I exited the house through the kitchen. I rose straight up and then hovered. I looked around. My folks had all left. I was the last one. I placed J.W. Miles’ dark gadget in my collection bag.
The fire department arrived closely followed by the police. J.W. Miles millionaire and political figure was going to get maximum service tonight. I left when the first T.V Satellite truck pulled into the yard.
My flight home was uneventful. As I approached Cynthia and Tammy were hovering waiting to guide me in. We floated down and Elias took the gadget away. Aoife and Janice grabbed me as soon as I was on the ground and hustled me into the hospital room.
Doctor Harkin greeted me as Aoife and Janice stripped me.
“How are you, badass?”
“Not sure, but its about a twelve on that one to ten scale.”
Camelia and Micaela began to prep me. Doctor Erickson joined them in getting me comfortable and hooked up to the machinery. Doctor Harkin did not even wait to roll me over; she stuck a needle into my hip. The last thing I remember is looking into Aoife’s eyes as she kissed me goodnight.
TO BE CONTINUED
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