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
Atlantis
By Warlord
There was a large black pentagram scribed on the raw concrete floor. Inside this was a black pentagon shape with another red pentagram inside. In the center of the inner red pentagram was a three foot in diameter crystal in the shape of a thirteen pointed star.
This pentagram symbol was overlaid and oriented on thick green painted lines showing the cardinal compass points. The pentagram pointed north. At the end of each red inner pentagram point, a black candle burned. At the end of each of the outer black pentagram points a red candle burned.
Taped to the crystal 13-pointed star was a photograph of myself. On top of the picture was my Colt Commander 45 Automatic. Taped to the gun butt was a small quantity of human hair.
There were five people in wizard robes ranged about the symbol. They were kneeling at each cardinal direction point. Elias, chief mage was kneeling at the north cardinal point that was also the point of the pentagram. His assistant Dalibor was at the south. Edurne, Elias’ wife was on the east while Elias’ paramour Moirrey was on the west. Elisaveta, Dalibor’s wife was kneeling to the south behind her husband with her hand on his shoulder
I was standing in the doorway staring raptly at the scene. Queen Isobel stood next to me with her hand lightly stroking my forearm. Aoife was slightly behind me, still holding the door open. She reached to again discreetly help fix me on my feet.
Queen Isobel broke the tableau. She said:
“This room and symbol is a magic generator and magic lens. Here magic from many sources is focused, mixed, amplified, and augmented. This is how much of the magic for the good of Atlantis and her citizens appears and is directed. Not all of our magic flows through this “lens” but the most powerful is directed from this location.”
With that she clapped her hands once. Elias looked up and started. He clapped his hands once. He stood up and joined us. The rest of his mages stood, stepped away from the diagram and waited at a small distance. Elias spoke:
“Welcome, Champion. Welcome, My Queen. This is a great if unexpected honor and pleasure to welcome you to our Magical Room.”
I replied:
“Thank you, Elias. It’s good to be here.”
“Champion, since Queen Isobel brought you here, I am prepared to answer any question.”
“Thanx, that’s easy. Why are my picture, gun and hair there?”
Elias was making eye contact only with me as he explained:
“That is most unusual. The items are to provide a focus point for our efforts. We normally do not need such items. We have never in the history of Atlantis acted with this amount of magic focused on one person. The people of Atlantis want you alive and healthy Champion. We have done nothing else since your injury.”
Queen Isobel agreed:
“This is an unprecedented effort. Your Queen is well pleased by your success, Elias.”
Elias replied:
“Thank you, My Queen. I would like you both to meet the other mages who worked with me.”
With that Elias brought forward Dalibor and his wife Elisaveta. I shook hands with Dalibor. His very shapely wife Elisaveta opened her robe to reveal her nude body just before she stepped up to hug and kiss me. Dalibor smiled happily at her enthusiastic greeting and said;
“She is happy that you are well Champion and grateful to be outside the electric realm.”
Elisaveta released me. She returned to her husband’s side.
Elias introduced his wife Edurne and his paramour Moirrey.
First, his wife Edurne stepped forward to be greeted. Edurne slipped completely out of her robe before reaching me. I again observed that all the Atlantis women I had seen were remarkably shapely and beautiful. Edurne pressed her body to me and threw her hands around my neck. She kissed me with her tongue quickly sent into my mouth. My hands seemed to naturally fall to the top curve of her naked ass and pull her. She was rotating her belly on my cock. I leaned back. She pulled my head back for one more kiss and released me.
By this time, Moirrey Elias’ paramour was also naked. She slowly stepped forward to allow me time to take in her body. From that point everything happened slowly. She slowly placed her arms around me. She slowly hugged her self to me. She very slowly dropped one hand from my neck until it rested on the shaft of my cock. She slowly leaned forward and kissed my mouth, chin, ears, eyes and cheeks. Well, you get the idea!
Isobel finally coughed loudly which broke up the party. When we separated my rampant cock was bobbing between us. Moirrey leaned over and kissed the head. Then she giggled prettily and returned to Elias’ side. Queen Isobel began lightly stroking me keeping me at attention.
After that introduction, Elias returned to explaining the magical healing that was taking place inside my body. The thirteen-day coma was the work of my medallion, Grid but they took advantage of my stasis to work on my body. My rapid progress was the work of medical technology and magic in a brand new synergy.
Elias said to us both:
“You can expect rapid progress from this point. Soon you will be better than you were before the injury.”
I said:
“Speaking of better than before. Aurelia told me that you can prevent hair growth so I can stop the drudgery of shaving.”
Elias smirked:
“We can do that and more for your personal grooming.
I replied:
“First, grooming. I want to keep my scalp hair. Make it thick, shiny and soft. I want the kind of hair women love! For the rest, you can rid me of all my facial hair pretty much from my ears and nose down. Then get rid of all my body hair below my neck. Make my skin smooth and tight. Tighten up my sags if possible. Can you do that?
“Yes, Champion. We can do much more to enhance your pleasure.”
Elias was close to me as he readied himself to discuss “intimate” secrets. I looked at my two companions. Isobel was watching Elias with calm interest. Aoife had her left hand on my right shoulder. She was on the balls of her feet and her face held an expression that I recognized. She had the same expression when she walked through the door to enter J.W. Miles’ house. Aoife was about to initiate combat!
I looked around and the only possible explanation was that Elias had stepped too closely into my “personal” space. Since I was between the two potential combatants, I needed this defused right now!
I reached up with my right hand and grasped Aoife’s baby finger, on her hand lying on my shoulder. I pinched it, hard. I increased pressure until I sensed Aoife settle back on her heels. Then I let go.
I returned my attention to Elias. He stated:
“Champion, since you are the focus of our magic we can quickly accede to any request which enhances your sexual pleasure.”
I said:
“Give me an example of the kind of thing which I might request.”
Elias asked:
“Would you like to be larger?”
“My penis?”
“Yes, would you like it longer and thicker?”
“No, my size is sufficient to satisfy me.”
Aoife laughed and slapped my shoulder.
“My father loves that joke!”
Thus confirming the ageless topic of penis size. That joke was considered ancient in Atlantis!
I explained:
“Elias, I have no hang-up about my size. I like having women suck my cock and even swallow me into their throats. My size allows that while still apparently satisfying them.”
Elias had other “enhancements to offer:
“How about stamina and firmness of your erection? Perhaps you would like faster recovery?”
I replied:
“Elias, I want to get erect quickly and stay erect until I tell my medallion to end it. I want to be multi-orgasmic with many orgasms each with ample messy spending.”
“Champion, your pleasure is a sacred mandate. We can do that easily.”
I continued:
“In addition, I want my partner to orgasm when I do, every time I do.”
“Yes, Champion.”
“Elias, I want my sexual partner to orgasm every time I orgasm if we are engaged in vaginal, oral or anal sex. I want her to orgasm if she gives me a hand job. If I tit fuck her, she gets off. If I blow all over her face, she has an orgasm when I’m doing it. If she kisses, licks, rims or sucks me, then she has her orgasm”
“Yes, Champion.”
I continued:
“Elias, I like oral sex and I think the woman should be rewarded. If I come in her mouth she should get off. If she swallows it should add to her pleasure. If she deep throats me that should be another plateau of pleasure. If she wants to deep throat me, then she should have a relaxed throat and we should erase her gag reflex. Can you do that also?”
“Yes, Champion.”
“Make my cum sweet. It should taste like the woman’s favorite flavor. Another thing, make my cum sterile. I only want to “shot blanks” until further notice.”
“Yes, Champion.”
“This should not be only about me receiving oral sex. If I am giving a woman oral, rimming her, sucking her nipples, licking her tits, kissing her anywhere she should really enjoy it. She should orgasm.
“Yes, Champion.”
“Elias, do not forget that Champion needs fast reflexes, strength, speed, and stamina to perform his duties to protect all of us. See to it.”
Elias answered very quickly and respectfully:
“Yes, My Queen. Immediately.”
I said:
“Elias, think of how we might present these sexual improvements to our people as a reward. There is no question that this would ensure the loyalty of any person receiving it. Every man who is loyal to our Queen should receive the ability to bring maximum pleasure to himself and his partner. Every women who is also loyal should expect that her partner would be unselfish in sharing pleasure.”
“I understand, Champion. Thank you, Champion.”
“With your permission My Queen. New rules Elias. No sexual magic is complete which does not ensure the satisfaction and multiple orgasms of both or all the participants. Lest we forget, if you help a woman with her beauty and grooming, you are required in addition to make her orgasms happen easily and often from the variety of means we have discussed.”
“Yes, Champion.”
Queen Isobel spoke then:
“Elias, it would seem only a small task to make the changes to the women retroactive. Any woman who has requested hair denuding can be made to orgasm quickly and from all those sources right now.”
“Yes, My Queen.”
“Further, begin immediately to enhance every man in our colony. Each is to be approached individually. They are to be told that this is a gift from their Queen and their Champion. I want this task completed tonight.”
“Yes, My Queen. Immediately.”
I had a last question:
“When will my changes happen?”
Elias replied:
“After one hour, step into a shower to complete your hair removal. The other changes will already be complete.”
“Thank you, Elias.”
Before we left the room I shook the hand of each of the mages assisting Elias and said my farewells. I had little doubt after we were gone Elias was going to implement some changes that they ALL would appreciate.
As we left the Magical Room, Isobel turned to me with a worried expression:
“Champion, it is snowing and the weather is becoming cold. I am worried, Lady Christy only has two fireplaces in the entire house.”
I was going to laugh. Then I decided that I would not want some future asshole laughing at me because I had no knowledge of a now commonplace technology.
I read a book which said that any sufficiently advanced technology was like magic to observers. No wonder Isobel would ask about central heating.
“My Queen, come with me. We are near the location where I can answer your question and hopefully put your mind at ease.”
I opened a door that I knew led to Christy’s mechanical room. This is where the house heating system resides. I led Isobel and Aoife into the room and explained the operation of the very deluxe combination system.
As was common in large houses in this climate, Christy had a hot water boiler that circulated water through small pipes along the baseboard of outside walls in all the rooms. The deluxe “Christy” part was, in addition she had another boiler that supplied hot water to tubing that was buried in the floor of the basement, all around the tile surrounding the pool, and in all the floors especially those with tile. She also had two furnaces with ductwork for the air conditioning service that could also provide heat. I noticed that the gas boilers had been replaced with electric boilers that were now supplied with electricity from Atlantis wizard batteries.
Isobel was relieved and happy to discover the heating was ample, this was one less thing to deal with to protect her people.
We returned to the home theatre and sat in one of the couches in a far corner. I again marveled at the screen. Aoife said:
“The new one between the pool and volleyball court is larger. That one is a combination of nine screens about that size. All combine to show the same image.”
“A video wall.”
“Yes, that is what Christy called it.”
The room was empty and quiet.
Queen Isobel said:
“Everyone is at the volleyball matches. We will not be disturbed.”
Aoife was behind the couch. She was lightly rubbing and massaging my shoulders and neck. I asked:
“Aoife, my love you were ready to go to war with Elias. Why?”
“He was too close.”
“You do not trust him?”
“I trust no one. I am committed to one task. I will die before I will allow harm to come to you.”
I leaned well back on the sofa and looked up at Aoife. I reached up and grabbed for her magnificent hair. With two handfuls of her mane I pulled her lips to mine in an upside down kiss. Then I lifted her slightly to make eye contact.
“You scare me sometimes Aoife. I will not lose you because you are impetuous.”
She laughed:
“Is that the word?”
“One of them, only one of them.”
Aoife returned to my shoulder rub. Queen Isobel sat on the sofa with her legs across my lap. We quietly conversed about the issues confronting our little kingdom.
I said:
“Cynthia tells me we must have more ammunition. We must travel to procure the guns and ammo from my contact.”
Queen Isobel asked:
“Is it dangerous?”
“Perhaps, I think he is OK, but anytime we leave home we risk exposure.”
“You will handle this, Champion?”
“Yes, My Queen with your permission.”
She smiled prettily.
“You always have my permission for anything.”
I continued:
“My Queen, we should contact the ladies of J.W. Miles and make an alliance.”
She agreed. She also wanted us to move on the Nevada ranch. She had another question:
“Anyone else that you wish to recruit?”
“The Air Marshall from my flight to Vegas.”
“Please make it so Champion.”
“We may also have tasks when Christy is done with her inventory.”
She agreed and we continued our discussion. We were very much on the same page with any issue either of us brought forward. I was very comfortable there on the sofa with my two lovelies.
Aoife tapped my shoulder and said:
“It is well over an hour. Take a shower. I want to see how you look.”
She led me into the nearest shower that was just next to the exercise room. Aoife adjusted the shower.
Isobel stepped in and pulled me in behind her. Isobel began by washing my hair with a deep scalp massage and rinsed it with the hand showerhead massager. Then she did it once again. She massaged conditioner in and then rinsed that.
Isobel squirted liquid soap all over my neck, shoulders and torso. She took a sponge and soft cloth. She squirted each with liquid soap. Isobel began rubbing and scrubbing on my body. Everywhere she rubbed was becoming squeaky clean and in some soft hair was falling out. I never considered myself as particularly “hairy” so it was interesting how much was being removed.
Isobel began working in earnest on my groin and butt. She used soap and her sponge. She rinsed with the showerhead on its strongest setting.
She pushed me until I was bent at the waist. She was behind me with her soapy sponge and then her massaging showerhead. She pronounced my cock, balls and asshole a hair-free zone.
I stood up and pulled Isobel to her feet. I began to return the favor. I carefully washed her hair twice each time with a deep scalp massage and rinsed it thoroughly. I massaged in her conditioner and rinsed it as well.
I eschewed the sponge. I squirted an erotic pattern of liquid soap on Isobel. I squirted more soap on my hands. I rubbed my hands all over her body until she was covered in soapsuds from her neck to her tiptoes! I took the hand held shower massager. I set it on its hardest pulse. I rinsed every part of Queen Isobel’s magnificent body.
I had her bend at the waist and face away from me. I spread her legs slightly. I took the handheld massager and again set it to hardest pulse spray. I directed the spray to her cunt and anus that were presented to me. I moved the spray in and out varying the distance and the angle to her body.
With one hand still directing the spray, I reached in with my other hand. My index finger easily slipped into Isobel’s cunt. I began to finger fuck her with slow strokes. She clawed at the showers vertical grab bar as I inserted the thumb of the same hand in the rosebud of her ass.
Now with every stroke my finger was buried in her cunt and my thumb was in her ass.
I held the pulse spray directly on her clit. I continued to stroke. As her arousal built I increased my tempo and the force of my hand. Isobel was making a constant keening sound. She shuddered and then she screamed loudly. She sagged against the wall of the shower hanging from the grab bar with slack fingers. I pulled out my fingers and grabbed her. I held her to me under the warm spray as she shivered in aftershock.
Isobel smiled as she kissed me. She said:
“That was even better then I thought it would be. You truly are my Champion.”
Isobel reached for my aroused cock. She stroked me slowly as she slid to her knees on the showers cushioned floor. Isobel began by sucking the head of my cock, then backing off to lick the piss-hole. She began to slowly take more and more of my shaft into her mouth and throat. She bobbed up and down with her tongue active on the underside of my cock. Suddenly she was fully against my skin with my cock in her throat. Her throat swallowed and I was gone. She felt my balls tighten and she pulled back so that I came in her mouth. She shivered as I came and continued until she had swallowed my spending.
She said:
“Strawberry, my favorite!”
I said:
“You swallowed, my favorite.”
I was still hard. I gently pulled her to her feet and again faced her to the shower wall bent over at the waist. I rubbed my cockhead against her cunt and slowly pressed into her center. When my hips were against her butt, I pulled back and began to stroke. With every stroke she was vocalizing. She wanted it faster and harder. I tried to oblige. She was holding the grab bar as I held tight to her hips and slammed into her over and over. My arousal built to a peak very suddenly. I orgasmed. I spewed into her cunt. She began to come in the middle of my orgasm. I held her hips as we both recovered from our intense experience.
Aoife reached in and shut off the water. Then she wrapped each of us in a towel. She supported us as she walked us out of the shower and back to our sofa. Aoife placed me on the sofa and then Isobel in my arms. Aoife threw a blanket over us. Isobel snuggled into me. I held Isobel kissing her softly.
Aoife leaned forward. Her mane of hair obscured my vision. She held my head and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back opening my mouth. Her tongue darted into my mouth. My tongue entered her mouth. Aoife sucked on my tongue like it was a tiny dick.
Isobel sat up. Aoife pulled her head back slightly. I was suddenly a close up observer of a very hot girl on girl kiss as Aoife and Isobel kissed with open eager mouths.
Isobel snuggled against me. She was on my lap with her head under my chin and against my chest. I had my arms around Isobel. Aoife was back to rubbing my shoulders and neck through the blanket.
I roused Isobel. I said:
“My Queen, I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when.”
Both Isobel and Aoife looked puzzled. I said:
“Folsom Prison Blues, Johnny Cash. It’s a song. I would like to look outside perhaps the big window in the front.”
Isobel said:
“Let me listen to your music and I might understand you.”
Aoife said:
“Maybe not.”
My two lovelies laughed. We did get up from our sofa. With Isobel leading and Aoife following to prevent my falling we again tackled the stairs.
In the front hallway we headed for the living room and the large bow window. Sitting in front of the window were two warrior sentinels. Perun, General Ulysses assistant and his wife Morana another warrior both were quietly observing the approaches to our home. They each were armed with a Glock and an M 16 rifle. The Benelli M-4 12 gauge was leaning against the wall next to the window. They were both dressed in their warrior leather breastplates with Wizard robes over them. Entry Team Vests including the ceramic plates to stop rifle caliber rounds were on the floor at their feet.
When we entered the room, both Perun and Morana leapt to their feet to greet us effusively. I hugged both of them. Isobel and Aoife also hugged them. We sat and talked to them as we observed the still falling snow. Morana sat on my lap with her arm around my shoulder. I naturally had one arm behind her back holding her hip.
Perun said:
“I am not prepared for this weather, Champion.”
I answered:
“I understand, we need better, warmer clothes for everyone.”
Morana asked:
“How long will this last?
I answered:
“The usual pattern would call for this snow to melt and give us a respite before the “real” winter. That winter will typically last three or four months of cold and snow.”
Morana shivered and asked:
“What ever will I do to keep warm?”
Morana smirked at me. She licked the tip of my nose with her pink little tongue. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Her mouth opened and I pushed my tongue in. She sucked my tongue and then lightly bit the tip when I withdrew it. I pinched her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger during my kiss. Her chest flushed pink with her arousal as I twisted her nipple.
I dropped my hand to Morana’s lap and cupped her sex. She spread her legs and shifted forward on my lap. I lightly massaged the outside of Morana’s cunt. Leaning forward I bit down on her left nipple and pulled it. My thumb found her clit. I rubbed her clit as I bit her right nipple. I licked her left nipple then sucked it into my mouth. After it was wet, I again bit and stretched her left nipple. When it was fully distended she came.
I sat holding and caressing Morana as she recovered from her orgasm. I asked:
“Feel warmer?
Morana giggled and said:
“Yes, most definitely.”
Perun said:
“Thank you Champion. Your attention to Morana does us both honor.”
Queen Isobel asked if they needed relief. Perun said:
“No, My Queen we will be fine. You should go to the volleyball game.”
Morana left my lap. She and Aoife helped me to my feet. Isobel led us to the pool and beyond it to the volleyball court. Aoife walked next to me. Only a close observer would realize that she was ready to catch me if I stumbled.
The pool enclosure’s entire back wall was gone. Christy’s expansion had more than doubled the size of the building. The pool tile was extended into the new room and formed a border.
The centerpiece of the new addition was the full-size professional-grade beach volleyball court. All the elements of the court were first class.
The sand area was double the size of the volleyball in-bounds area. Closer surrounding the sand court was artificial turf. Turf was a softer landing if someone ran off the sand court. The turf formed an area more than double the sand area.
There were tables and chairs for spectators on the tile area. Along the back wall, Christy had some very comfortable bleachers. Some sat on blankets spread around the turf. A few lazed in the pool or spa and watched from there.
We arrived during a break between matches. Queen Isobel was called over by Enoch. She joined him at his table. I spotted Christy sitting on one end of the bleachers. I walked toward her with Aoife on my arm.
I said:
“Hi Christy, how goes the detective work?”
“Come sit by me and I’ll tell you.”
Aoife helped me up on the bleacher next to Christy. Then she stepped back and took her post against the wall watching the room. Christy looked over and said:
“That is one scary bitch.”
I answered:
“She is OUR scary bitch. We have nothing to fear. Tell me about your day.”
Christy continued:
“The books you found were for J.W.’s “off-the-book” money including his Grand Cayman off-shore accounts. J.W. had over 67 million dollars in offshore money. This is now OUR money.”
“What do you mean, OUR MONEY?”
Christy smirked and went on:
“J.W. not only tracked amounts and transactions, he also had a complete list of account numbers, routing numbers, log-ins and passwords. He used only blind and anonymous communications for his transactions. Janice and I already tested this thoroughly. The bank accepts our transaction instructions for these accounts. WE own them now!”
I was stunned to say the least. I said:
“I was coming to talk to you about a big ticket purchase, I guess it will be OK.”
“Champion, I love you but don’t ever try anything with money beyond balancing your checkbook. We won’t be using this money for any real purchase. This was the J.W. Miles crime account. This money is invisible, sterile, and laundered. He used this for bribes and he planned it for his getaway. We will use it the same way. Besides, we have more than ample money for any purchase.”
“Bribes?”
“You would be shocked at the names on his payroll. We will need to figure out how to turn them for our use.”
“Very good job, Christy. “
Just then, Cynthia walked in the volleyball area. Janice and Aintzane who was Enoch’s very young paramour accompanied her.
When she spotted us, Janice made a beeline for me. She immediately knelt on the floor next to my bleacher seat holding my left hand. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. I moved her and made her sit on the bleacher just below me.
A very amused Cynthia kissed me hello. She introduced Aintzane, who also kissed me hello. Cynthia and Aintzane sat with us in the bleachers.
I said:
“I’m glad you’re here Cynthia. I need you and Christy to help me plan something.”
They both nodded attentively. I gestured Aoife closer.
“I must contact a gun-runner named “The Englishman” to buy the guns and ammo we call for. He deals only in cash and prefers gold. He is likely based in New Orleans which will require us to travel to him.”
Christy was her usual efficient self:
“We have cash. Between mine, Janice’s and what you took from J.W. that is no problem. We all three had gold and the Atlantis Wizard batteries are all generating gold, silver and platinum in a steady stream. What else?”
“ I have a specific truck and trailer I want for the trip.”
“Order it.”
“It’s REALLY expensive, Christy.”
Christy and Janice started to laugh. Christy said:
“You can go buy a Hummer and write a check. Is it more than that?”
“Probably not.”
“Then order it. Actually you could buy two or three Hummers and we could cover the check.”
“Thanx Christy. I knew I could count on you.”
Cynthia had a question:
“How exactly do you know a Gun-Runner named Englishman?
I answered:
“Do you remember when I told you I worked for the Department of Agriculture in Omaha in 1987?”
“Yes, you were always vague about what you did.”
“I was paid by Ag but working on a joint NSA and CIA Black operation providing guns and support against the Russian invasion of Afghanistan. I was the computer nerd running servers which provided web pages and e-mails to operatives in Pakistan and Afghanistan.”
Cynthia’s eyes were big as she asked:
“You were a spy?”
“Nope, I never left Omaha even once. I had a dedicated line into a server site in Pakistan. I was the mirror site in Omaha. I had another dedicated line into Langley. I moved data and messages to the field. Then I protected it from hacks by the Russkis. We were a team running guns into Afghanistan. Ultimately we supplied a shitload of Stinger anti-aircraft missiles.”
“Okay.”
“The operational types would fly into the airbases near Omaha. They would come to the headquarters in Omaha for briefings and meetings. That is how I met the spook community.”
Cynthia said:
“That’s where all the weird guns come from.”
“Yep. The spooks liked my work. They gave me souvenirs. I almost scored a working Stinger but cooler heads prevailed. I could have anything else though. I met two independent gun suppliers: The Englishman and Number Six.”
Christy asked:
“Number Six?”
“You have to remember “The Prisoner” a Brit Television show. The hero was imprisoned and he was Number Six. Our gunrunner had eradicated his identity even back then. He is only Number Six.”
Cynthia said:
“Very cool, Champion the spy!”
Then she asked:
“What was your code name?”
“Firewall.”
“No shit?”
“The ops team wanted a macho name for the computer nerd, they named me”
Christy asked:
“The next steps we need to take?”
“I order a truck and trailer. I contact The Englishman. Cynthia provides a wish list. We pick out the people who take the road trip.”
Aintzane had a question:
“Why aren’t we flying?
I answered:
“Good question. Several reasons see if they make any sense at all: After the J.W. hit I want to lower our profile. I don’t want The Englishman to have even a hint of our magic. The destination is New Orleans; I don’t want any wizards or witches to have even a ripple of magic while we are there. Plus the loads of guns and ammo will be huge.”
There was nodding as the group thought about my reasoning.
Christy said:
“That is probably a good idea until we consolidate things here. We don’t need some big time wizard swooping in on us.”
Janice asked:
“Champion may I speak?”
“Go ahead.”
“I checked my office voice mail. Taylor Miles is calling for an appointment.”
I answered:
“You and Christy to set up the appointment for your office. I want to be present.”
Janice nodded.
Cynthia said:
“As long as this is a general discussion, I have some issues.”
I answered:
“Yes, I of anyone here would know that you have issues.”
Cynthia flipped me the bird and then continued:
“We need to get Aintzane in school. It is just too conspicuous otherwise. I also have some situations at school which I want Champion to fix.”
“What kind of situations?”
“My math teacher is being abused. A senior boy is the North-Side Rapist. One of the girls in my homeroom is being raped by her father.”
I just looked at her. She returned my gaze calmly.
The whistle blew starting the next volleyball game.