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
Michael Brady climbed up into the referee box next to the seven-foot high volleyball net.
I again marveled at the full 30 foot by 60 foot sand court area Christy had provided. There was more sand and then artificial turf surrounding this actual play area.
Michael called the two teams to the net. Camelia and Micaela my pretty blonde nurses would be playing against Maite and Heidrun, Jon’s wife and paramour respectively. The players were all naked. They were volleying the ball back and forth to warm up before the match.
I could immediately see the television possibilities. The Fox Sports Network show “54321” would be the obvious outlet! That would mean Leeann Tweeden as the nude volleyball commentator. The mind boggled!
My musings were interrupted as my ladies shifted me into a more comfortable position on the bleacher seat. Actually more comfortable for them!
Christy shifted forward and spread her legs. She pulled me back into her with my head pillowed between her breasts. Janice shifted my legs apart and curled up with her head on my knee. Cynthia stretched out on her bench seat on her back with her head on my stomach.
Aintzane was on the bench opposite Cynthia. Aintzane stretched out on her stomach with her chin and cheek resting on my stomach. Her left hand was on my thigh with her fingers lightly in contact with my cock.
Aoife sat on the end of the bleachers, one level above Christy. She stretched out on the bleachers. I acknowledged her presence by reaching over and lightly rubbing her ankle and foot. Maeve joined us and sat in a middle seat just beyond Cynthia.
Michael was holding the volleyball. The two teams would be volleying for service. Just as he was about to release the ball, the video wall snapped to life!
The video wall was located at the juncture of the pool and volleyball buildings, visible in both rooms. It consisted of nine huge plasma video screens in a single three by three arrangement. The nine screens were controlled to show one image split among all the screens.
There were speakers near the screens and scattered through both rooms. Music videos were the usual fare during the day with porno at night as a backdrop for pool parties.
The face on the screens was Marcie from Action News. The sound was loud and clear as she announced the interruption of regular programming to bring us an unscheduled and sudden press conference about the death of James William (J.W.) Miles.
Michael Brady tucked the volleyball under his arm. The pool and volleyball rooms were both hushed.
The next image on the screen was the microphone stand and lectern at City Hall. Standing behind it were the Mayor, Chief of Police, Fire Chief, Fire Marshall, Chief Coroner, and District Attorney. The body language of all concerned was extremely uncomfortable.
First up was the Mayor, who welcomed everyone and immediately introduced the Fire Chief. The Fire Chief introduced the Fire Marshall. Cynthia sat up and asked:
“What the fuck is going on?”
I replied:
”I think we are about to hear very bad shit concerning J.W. Our public servants are showing a united
front during the delivery.”
The Fire Marshall stepped up and read a carefully crafted written statement. The gist of the document was that the fire was accidental with the accident caused by the people who died.
The Fire Marshall stepped away from the microphone without entertaining any questions. The mayor then introduced the Chief Coroner.
Chief Coroner also had a written statement. His was shorter. Primary Cause of Death: Accidental. Secondary Cause of Death: Misadventure. His statement continued to explain that misadventure included legal and illegal drugs. Misadventure also included illegal sexual activity. All of which exacerbated the death toll of the accident. His statement concluded with the statement that the people who perished in the accident were responsible for the accident
He stepped away for the mic without taking a question despite the bedlam that could be heard as reporters screamed questions.
The mayor then introduced the District Attorney.
The District Attorney also had a written statement. She told the reported that after a careful investigation there was no evidence of outside agency in the deaths. Her office supported the verdict of accidental death. She further indicated that if anyone had survived the fire, her office would be prosecuting him or her for charges ranging from illegal drug use to murder.
At this time her office was pursuing bringing murder charges against the dead J.W. Miles to close out the cases of the twelve bodies found buried on the Mile’s property.
The reporters bedlam kicked up to chaos. Very noisy chaos.
Ms. District Attorney continued that videotape of the deaths supported the view that the deaths were certainly the result of an accident indirectly caused by imbibing large quantities of legal and illegal drugs.
Videotape! Now the assembled reported were completely out of control.
Ms District Attorney concluded with an unusual declaration. She said that it was certain that Taylor, Paige, and Claire Miles were not willing parties to any of the illegal activities. As such her office would not now or in the future be participating in any action involving those three with the present case. She was comfortable that those responsible for all the illegal acts had perished.
She also took no questions. The Mayor stepped up to the mic and told the assembled crowd of reporters that this concluded the press conference. The municipal group turned and scurried for the conference room door as a wall of uniformed police cordoned off the room.
As the television clicked off the silence in the volleyball room was palpable. Suddenly as the import of the event we had witnessed penetrated, the yelling and cheering started.
Then I discovered another Christy innovation. The next image on the video wall was ME reclining on the bleachers. Christy had the volleyball and pool areas covered with video cameras.
The cheering picked up in intensity. Isobel suddenly stood and led the group in a standing ovation. I was beyond embarrassed.
Christy boosted me to my feet. It would have been a more statesmanlike image if I weren’t naked with a hard on jutting out in front of me blown up over the nine HUGE screens.
As I looked at the video screens, I saw Cynthia and Aintzane both holding my legs to steady me as I stood up on the bleachers. This simple act reassured me.
Michael Brady walked toward me to hand me his referee microphone. I was going to say a few words whether I wanted or not.
Many books tell you to imagine your audience naked before you give a speech. This is supposed to calm your nerves. When your audience is naked it is extremely distracting. When your audience is good-looking and naked, speech making is almost impossible!
Michael handed the small microphone to Janice to pass to me. As she was stretching up to give me the microphone, her face was level with my crotch. When I had the mic in my hand, Janice leaned forward and kissed the head of my dick. She smirked and then went back to her knees gazing up at me. The assembled group cheered loudly at Janice’s action. It was time for me to speak. I said:
“Thank you. We were very lucky in our recent encounter. I t may be over, lets hope these statements were not just to throw off the press. We must also thank our Queen whose leadership we all depend on. I pledge that I will work hard to keep us safe, if you also pledge to work just as hard. Enough speeches, aren’t we here to see naked people jump around?”
The crowd cheered the queen and then laughed and applauded. I sat down before I fell down. Christy said:
“Good job. Short and sweet.”
Christy pulled me back into my reclining position with my head again pillowed in her tits. Queen Isobel quickly walked over to join us. To the immense amusement of the ladies present, Isobel climbed on top of my reclining body. She threw her arms around me and began kissing me.
Aintzane and Cynthia leaned in to fondle both of us. Isobel pulled back and made eye contact:
“What’s wrong?”
I replied:
“I don’t know.”
In the background, volleyball had resumed. The two teams were volleying for serve.
Cynthia stopped touching and knelt on the bleacher bench. She looked at me seriously. She said:
“Talk it out, tell us what your feeling.”
I responded:
“Something is wrong. This was too quick. Why did they mention Taylor and girls?”
Janice agreed:
“Yes sir a fast investigation. Too fast?”
Christy shoved my shoulder. Isobel rolled to the side, as the others made room for her. I leaned forward and shifted my weight. Christy untangled herself to sit next to me opposite the Queen. I glanced over at her tits and commented:
“I lost my pillows.”
Christy replied:
“Lose more than that if you don’t behave. Now stop thinking with your dick and use your brain. Do we have a problem?”
Everybody in our little group was looking very sober. I replied:
“I don’t know. I’m starting to think that we do.”
Christy looked around:
“I agree with Janice. Too fast.”
She continued:
“Anybody else?”
Cynthia replied:
“It felt all wrong.”
Aintzane suddenly piped up:
“Yes, exactly. They looked uncomfortable and their words felt wrong.”
I said:
“Let’s assume that the press conference was a phony deal. What does that mean?”
Cynthia replied:
“Is it about us or is it about not wanting anymore looking at J.W. and his friends?”
Christy said:
“All his rich and powerful friends want this to end.”
Isobel looked at us and asked:
“Are we exposed and vulnerable?”
I replied:
“Don’t know but why chance it.”
Cynthia asked:
“You think the Miles women are in danger?”
I replied:
“Big time!”
Isobel looked at the rest of the people in the room. Then she looked back at us. She said:
“We stop the match and alert everybody. If we are wrong they replay the point. We sit here talking and we could be ambushed.”
I replied:
“Yes, in a nutshell.”
“Champion, come with me, we need to stop this match and put everyone back on duty.”
Isobel stood up. She reached for my hand. Cynthia and Aintzane helped me to my feet. Isobel led me to the volleyball court.
To her credit, few people can pull off the level of dignity and authority that Queen Isobel still radiated even when she was completely naked.
Isobel walked to the net. She motioned to Michael the referee. He blew his whistle and called time out. Isobel’s image filled the video wall. She clapped her hands once loudly. The room fell silent. She was clearly used to speaking without amplification as she said:
“Champion and I have discussed recent events. We are have decided not to take events at face value. Therefore we are stopping this game and placing everyone on duty. Please get dressed for duty and arm your selves. Please be very vigilant, as we believe an assault could be imminent -- within the hour. All wizard warriors in vests and armed modern weapons of their choice in addition to their jewelry and robes. Cabinet meeting in kitchen immediately.”
She looked around expectantly. She clapped one more and said:
“Immediately, if you please.”
The Atlanteans were on their feet and moving for the door.
Chapter 54
Aoife and Janice were immediately at my side. Cynthia, Christy and Aintzane were close behind. I said:
“Magic Time. Aoife and Janice are with me with HK-MP-5s. Cynthia has her AK-47 with the drum. Aintzane is with her with the Benelli M4. Christy needs an MP-5K because she’s going to the office tonight. Robes and jewelry for everyone. MOVE.”
Aoife stopped long enough to hand me an ivory gripped Colt 45 Auto that she carried in an upside down under-arm holster. She kissed me and said:
“Kitchen, Champion. Move your ass.”
I stood in the now empty volleyball and pool area. I felt soft hands on my shoulders. Blue and Green were standing next to me. They each took an arm as we walked to the kitchen.
Aurelia and Berit, Isobel’s attendants were already in the kitchen making coffee and sandwiches. Blue and Green would assist them now that I was safely accounted for.
Emer and Niamh, our two Atlantean Courtesans were busy helping Janice and Christy get dressed for success. Janice’s assistants Megan and Natalie were also putting on their work clothes. We were all saving time by dressing in the kitchen during the briefing.
Enoch, Elias, Jon and General Ulysses were quickly in attendance. Maeve the AI hologram joined us.
Aoife came in with two bundles of clothes. One set for her and one set for me. Christy and Aintzane were right behind similarly encumbered. Catherine and Doctor Harkin quickly followed them.
Queen Isobel walked in looking cool and elegant fully dressed in Urban Combat BDU’s.
I pointed at Janice, Christy, Megan, and Natalie, and said:
“Vests under those outfits, ladies.”
Christy replied:
“Yes, Dear.”
But they were each putting a vest on under their blouse.
I looked over and my dick about blew out my zipper. Aoife was dressed in tight blue jeans with a pair of TIGHT Harley leather chaps. She had a denim work shirt with a leather vest over it. High-heeled ankle height boots with silver chain accents completed her outfit. I asked:
“Aoife. Where did you get your outfit?”
She smirked and said:
“Cynthia took me shopping at the Harley Store. In the spring I’m getting a HOG!”
I said:
“Hardly low profile, my love.”
She looked serious and quietly said:
“I am silent in this clothing, dead silent.”
I nodded. She was after all the expert in this area. Aoife and I had entry team vests under our wizard robes. We each would have MP-5 sub machines guns in 9mm.
Aoife also had a new toy, an entry team shotgun. Remington 870 pump 12 gauge shotgun with a pistol grip and the barrel cut off very short, just at the end of the magazine and pump mechanism. This is the same model carried by Federal Marshall Warrant Service Teams. That really takes the worry out of being close!
Aoife and I would both be carrying Colt 45 auto pistols on our hips with silenced Ruger auto pistols in shoulder holsters. We both had ivory handled sheathe knives. I also had my Buck folder.
By this time people were pretty well dressed. I grabbed a coffee and started writing notes on a yellow legal pad. Queen Isobel looked at me with concern. I looked up and smiled. She smiled back but it was tentative to say the least. I said:
“I may have out clevered my self in this. When I took the J.W. sex tapes, I thought I was protecting Taylor and the girls. Instead I put them in the center of the bulls-eye!”
I turned to Christy and Janice and asked:
“You studied J.W.’s bribe book, who has the most to lose?”
Christy suddenly looked up and said:
“Rev. Dalton Bixby”
“Aw, shit. Rev. Dalton and Abigayle Bixby.”
The Atlanteans looked confused. The Bixby religious empire existed in a particular subculture of the late 20th and early 21st century. Every Sunday services were televised from an arena-sized chapel to a television audience in the hundreds of thousands who would each dig deeply in their pockets to secure the graces which the Reverend and his lovely wife told them would be theirs if only the necessary donations for the very lovely “Glass Temple of God” were forthcoming.
It was rumored that one entire floor of God’s Glass Temple existed for the sole purpose of opening mail and processing those mostly cash donations.
Suddenly, lights started going off in my head. I yelled:
“Son of a bitch!”
Everybody stopped and looked at me with concern. I continued in a lowered tone:
“The prick was at the orgies. He has to kill them and hope the tapes stay hidden.”
I started pacing. We had to get a move on; there may be no time at all.
I said:
“Stuff has to happen quickly. My Queen, well we deploy, a group of people must review the videotapes. Go to the Bixby website, get their pictures and then check every orgy tape for them.”
Then I turned to Janice and Christy:
“Janice, get Taylor and the girls to your office tonight. No excuse. Don’t take no for an answer. You, Christy, Natalie and Megan travel in the Escalade. Find out their address and when they’re leaving.”
Then Cath:
“Still got the Cable Truck?”
At her nod. I said:
“Good, you park in front of Janice’s office tower with General Ulysses and his team. You cover them into the building and secure our exit.”
I turned to Elias and said:
“Elias, take who ever you need. I want a teleportation station in Janice’s Office within the hour that will allow us to travel there and return home. Before you go, I want the magic room to locate the Bixby’s and discover if they are magical. Bring along robes and jewelry for the three Miles women.”
Cynthia said:
“We’re next, I know how you think.”
I replied:
“Smart ass. You’re correct. Find a location downtown. Roof of a four to five story building near the office tower. Along the expected route. You observe the Miles women come in. You be ready to break up the ambush. Could be a gunfight or it could be magic.”
Cynthia replied:
“You’re a reassuring bastard.
“Yea, aint I just.”
I turned to Doctor Elizabeth Harkin, and said:
“You can just imagine what I want from you.”
She replied:
“Fuck you, badass. I get my team together. We make your hospital room into a gunfight triage emergency room. I fly with Micaela and a crash bag to a building roof close to where you are and wait for one of you careless bastards to stop a bullet.”
Cynthia smirked:
“I think she’s got it there bad ass.”
Doctor Harkin reached into a bag she had at her feet and distributed individual gunshot first aid kits. Then she tossed my three additional packages. She said:
“The first one is Speed, use it to fight off your fatigue. Lidocaine, use it to mask the pain. Third, Morphine use it when you can’t take anymore. Your discretion. Your system is relatively clean.”
I turned to Aoife and said:
“That leaves us. Aoife and I are the Air Force. We fly to the Miles women and then follow them to the office tower. We go in the tower from the roof.”
I looked around and addressed all of them:
“We move quickly and maybe we are ahead of the bad guys. Let’s be lucky and smart. Above all let’s be careful, they will be playing for keeps.”
Queen Isobel said:
“We will have ample protection here and we will not allow your activity to be a ruse making us defenseless. I Queen of all Atlantis am proud of each and every one of you. Come back safely to me.”
She looked pointedly at me during that last sentence.
I looked around. I asked:
“Questions? Then what the fuck are you all standing around for? Get the fuck out of my kitchen.”
It broke the tension and amid the laughter the warriors coalesced into their teams for the evening. Cynthia handed us radios and quickly reviewed our click codes. Stealth would probably not be an issue tonight since gunshots tend to be noisy.
Cath, General Ulysses, Agronna, Perun and Morana were quickly on the way to pick up the fake cable truck.
Janice ran back into the room with Taylor Miles address and her departure time, which was about 45 minute away.
Christy, Janice, Natalie, and Megan left in the Escalade. Elias, Dalibor and Edurne would fly there. Aoife and I would join them to help navigate from the rooftop down to Janice’s office.
Then Aoife and I were off to provide air borne escort. Meantime Cynthia and Aintzane would be standing by on a nearby rooftop. Doctor Harkin and Micaela were talking to Cynthia and Aintzane about accompanying them.
Isobel kissed me as I walked out of the kitchen. Aoife smirked at me. We walked outside. The cool, crisp air felt good after sweating over the details. I enjoyed the feel of the slushy snow under my boots. I grinned at Aoife’s cat like adverse reaction to the wet slush.
Elias, Dalibor and Edurne stepped away from the buildings. They rose about twenty feet in a loose triangle formation and headed after the Escalade that was still in sight.
I took Aoife’s hand in my left as we elevated. I had Stick in my right. I was flying directly to the office tower. I expected an ambush. I guess it was our job to trigger it!
We were hovering about twenty feet above the roof of the office tower. It was a serious rush to be hanging in the air above a 30-story building. I picked a landing spot on the catwalk of a refrigeration-cooling tower. I pointed down. Aoife nodded. We settled without a sound.
I reached in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I called home on Christy’s landline. Aurelia answered. She immediately put Michael Brady on the line. He said:
“I spotted the Rev almost immediately. He and his wife never missed an orgy. The Rev likes the young stuff. Real young!”
I replied:
“He is hardly the first born-again self righteous ass hole who preaches approbation for a celibate and chaste lifestyle without actually practicing it.”
Michael replied:
“Hypocrites annoy me. When they collect money from the weak they make me sick.”
I answered:
“Pass the word. This is a double ambush in progress. They plan to smoke Taylor and then us when we show up on our white horses. They are probably already on their way to attack home base. He might be a hypocrite but he is also dangerous.”
Michael answered:
“Got it, I’ll pass it along. Good luck Champion.”
“Later, Michael.”
I repeated the conversation for Aoife. She said:
“So they’re waiting in Janice’s office?”
“Likely.”
She smiled her wolfish smile. Then she patted her knife.
I said:
“I agree, let’s rock and roll.”
I led her off the catwalk and across the roof to a doorway. This doorway opened into the mechanical and elevator equipment room. This was a one-story brick structure that took up about one-quarter of the roof area.
Aoife took hold of the door handle. I held my hand palm up as if gripping a ball. I formed a magic flash ball. When I was ready, Aoife pulled the door open. I rolled the invisible ball along the floor. Three seconds later a piercingly bright flash flared in the room.
Aoife and I stepped through the door with our silenced Ruger Pistols at ready. There was nobody in the room. It was filled with closely packed noisy equipment. Grid said:
“I told you the room was empty.”
I replied:
“Nothing personal Grid my love but if the bad guys are wearing amulets, you can’t see them.”
Grid replied in a testy tone:
“I will endeavor to see the bad guys this time.”
I led Aoife to a fire door and through it down the fire stairs. We quietly walked down to Janice’s floor. We wedged the fire door open. Then we stood near it and listened. Suddenly Grid said to me:
“There are two men in Janice’s office.”
“How do you know?”
“They have emanations besides the ones masked by their amulet.”
“Will they be vulnerable to conventional weapons?”
Grid replied:
“Yes.”
“Where exactly are they?”
Grid replied:
“One by the door. The second in the center of the room facing the door.”
I signaled to Aoife to be silent. With further hand signals I set up our ambush of the two bad guys.
Aoife stood next to the door into Janice’s suite. I stood against the hallway wall directly opposite from the second bad guy. I drew my silenced Ruger with my right hand. I coalesced another flash ball, this time softball sized in my left hand. I took my firing stance with my right arm fully extended facing the hallway wall.
“Okay Grid, I need a hole in the wall.”
Silently a one-foot diameter hole formed in the hallway wall. The bad guy was facing the hole. I made a minute adjustment and sighted on the tip of his nose. I gently squeezed the trigger. I did not wait for the shot to register. I shoved the flash ball through the hole and stepped back.
The room was suffused with blinding light. Aoife jerked open the door and found her bad guy facing into the room and blinded. She used her knife to sever his spine just below the base of his skull. She pushed him into the room. He was dead before he hit the floor.
My guy was lying on his back in the middle of the room. Aoife checked him by the simple expedient of driving her knife into his right eye socket up to the hilt.
I still had my silenced Ruger Auto in my hand. She drew hers. She began a silent examination of the office suite. Aoife moved like a ghost, never seeming to touch the floor. We were alone except for our two dead acquaintances. Aoife retrieved her knife. I went to the roof to escort our magic team to Janice’s office.
I found Elias, Dalibor and Edurne waiting under the cooling tower partially hidden from sight by the unit’s steel support legs. I led them through the equipment room and down the fire steps.
By the time we were back in Janice’s office, Aoife had wrapped the two naked bodies in plastic sheeting secured with long plastic tie wraps. Their clothes were in bundles on the floor and their personal effects were on the nearest desk.
Christy, Janice, Natalie, and Megan were walking from the elevator to Janice’s office. I said;
“Right on time ladies.”
They all were smiling. They sobered instantly when they spotted the plastic covered bodies. Elias asked:
“Where can I place a teleportation takeoff and landing area?”
Janice replied:
“There is an spare office on the other side of this conference room which is empty. It would be perfect for your needs.”
I turned to Elias, pointed to the bodies and said:
“Take care of these two, we have to go.”
He nodded.
“Good luck Champion. Good luck Aoife.”
Aoife and I walked back up to the roof. We stood in the equipment room as I reloaded my Ruger and Aoife rechecked her equipment. She said:
“Your shot was well-centered, my strike was unnecessary.”
I replied:
“Making sure of these scum is always necessary. You just keep right on.”
She smiled and said:
“Thank you Champion.”
I said:
“I’m reloaded. Let’s go smoke some bad guys.”
With that we stepped out of the equipment room and back out on the roof deck. We rose above the roof parapet then quickly dropped to follow the lower roofline through downtown and toward Taylor, Paige, and Claire Miles.
By the time we reached the suburban neighborhood where they were staying, their car was already coming toward the downtown meeting. We settled on an altitude of two thousand feet and held a position in advance of their Ford Expedition.
We spotted the ambush developing a couple miles ahead of the Miles SUV. It was set in a location where the road paralleled the river on one side and a small industrial park located on the other. I called it in on the radio. Then we focused on our task of protecting the ladies.
The Miles SUV rounded the curve and a rusty pickup pulled across the road blocking their progress. Taylor did not have the presence of mind to reverse out of there. The ambush was on.
Aoife began to fire her MP-5 full auto before she landed. I dropped a series of flash/bang balls on the ambushers to distract their aim. The new balls added a high decibel noise to the already painful light flash. Just before I landed I dropped a flash/bang ball the size of a basketball on three attackers. All three were knocked down by the concussion.
The assault had started with over a dozen attackers. Aoife had already accounted for several. I spotted two or three wizards directing energy at the SUV and at Aoife. I grabbed Stick and pointed at the first one’s chest. I said:
“BANG.”
The stick effect blew a hole in his chest and shoved several of his organs out through his back. The ends of his severed spine were clearly visible in the hole.
I quickly located two more wizards and dispatched them the same way. I saw a figure who was ducking behind a car hood, so that only his head was visible. I pointed Stick and said:
“Bang.”
The headless body flopped on the hood and then slid to the ground. The skull was visible only as white fragments littering the ground behind the corpse.
Aoife was not idle. She bounced up and landed close behind three attackers. She unslung her shotgun. She fired five buckshot rounds as fast as she could cycle the action. Three down! Aoife quickly reloaded and repeated the action felling another four ambushers.
I quickly unlimbered my MP-5. I fired at a concentration of ambushers forcing them to fire at me and not at the vehicle. My bullets were not affecting one of the attackers. I quickly formed another ball, this one filled with fire. I threw it directly at him. The ball struck him and exploded spreading liquid fire all over his body. He lay on the roadway screaming as the fire consumed him. That display disheartened the attackers.
Cynthia and Aintzane arrived with guns blazing. Now the ambushers were the ambushed!
Cynthia emptied the 75 round drum mounted on her AK-47 into the final ambusher position. Aintzane used her Benelli M4 12 gauge shotgun ruthlessly to clean up stragglers. She emptied the eight round magazine at any suspected movement blanketing the area in buckshot.
There was lull and four attackers threw up their hands surrendering. I discovered that the citizens of Atlantis had little use for prisoners. Aintzane quickly corralled the prisoners and led them away from the road. She made them lie face down behind one of their own vehicles. Then she dispatched all four with a quick triggering of her shotgun.
During this activity I was opening the door of the SUV. I pulled Taylor, Paige, and Claire on to the roadway. Paige exclaimed:
“It’s Champion.”
Then she threw her arms around me and gave me a wet kiss.
“Is everyone all right?”
Taylor answered:
“Yes, we ducked down and the bullets went high. Thanks to you.”
I got out my radio and contacted Doctor Harkin. Micaela and her were here in moments. She quickly checked the Miles women and pronounced them ready to travel.
Aintzane and Aoife were walking among the downed ambushers with their sharp knives verifying deadness! Afterward they would drag the body to Cynthia to be stripped. Cynthia was also collecting all attacker personal effects in a couple of trash bags.
I called to Aoife and she returned to my side. I said:
“Time to take the ladies home.”
She said:
“Yes, Champion. As you wish.”
I had Aoife lift up three feet and raise her legs paralleled to the ground. I lifted Paige and Claire to sit on her lap. They snuggled against Aoife and she lifted her wizard robe around them. Aoife lifted up about three hundred feet and headed for Christy’s.
I then repeated the process. Lifting up three feet and raising my legs. Taylor jumped into my lap straddling my legs and hugged me. I kissed her quite enjoying the feel of her breasts even through several layers of clothing and a vest.
I gently touched her shoulders and exerted alight pressure to turn her around on my lap. When she was facing forward, I put my arms around her waist and pulled back against me. Taylor held my wrists. She took my left hand and raised it to cup her left breast.
I elevated us to the same three hundred feet and followed Aoife toward home.
Aoife and I spotted the crowd glutting my cul-de-sac in front of Christy’s house. We heard gunfire and also the crackle of high-energy discharges. There ware three vehicles haphazardly parked in front of the house. The figures behind them were intent on the house. I waved to Aoife to land in the wooded area behind the attacker vehicles.
The developer left this area in front of our homes for storm water drainage for the entire development. He assumed that in stormy conditions water flow could be very fast with very high volume of water. To prevent erosion and slow the water flow, the landscaping in the drain area included groupings of large boulders, concrete barriers and large logs anchored to the ground. All this erosion prevention had a secondary benefit of being big bulletproof obstacles hidden among the brush and small trees.
The attackers had ignored the brushy area at their backs and focused entirely on the house. I hoped we would be able to make them pay for their error. Aoife, Paige and Claire landed behind a boulder past the attackers last vehicle almost opposite my house. Taylor and I were next down and we landed between Aoife and the bad guys. We were behind a concrete barrier that looked like a three foot high and six-foot long freeway lane separator.
I pushed Taylor down behind the concrete barrier and waved to Aoife. She already had Paige and Claire under cover. Aoife crawled to the edge of the roadway and began firing her MP-5 full auto into the bad guys. We had them in crossfire. The fire from the house picked up.
I heard a couple 50 Cal rifles hammering at the bad guys. There isn’t much that you can hide behind when Mr. 50 comes calling.
It was time for Stick and Me to have at it. I quickly rose to treetop height and spotted a wizard. I pointed Stick and said:
“Bang.”
I got him in the back as he faced the house and blew a large chunk of his spine through his chest and out on the roadway. I followed with a barrage of flash/bang balls the size of softballs to distract and disorient the attackers. I spotted two more bad guy wizards and got one down immediately. The other threw a lightning bolt at me and I was busy with evasive flying until I dropped below the tree line and out of his sight. Mr. Wizard exposed himself to the house while focused on me. Who ever was shooting the Barrett M82A1M took advantage of the situation to pound three quick 50 cal rounds into the back of Mr. Wizard. I bounced up six feet and braced against a tree. I pointed Stick at Mr. Wizard’s head. I said:
“Bang.”
A gout of blood, brain and skull fragments covered the roof of the sedan and his two closest companions. One stood up to look for me and the next 50 Cal round knocked him down. I took the other with Stick.
Suddenly the brick wall marking our shared side yard immediately across from Aoife erupted in a hail of gunfire directed at the attackers. I landed next to Aoife and added my MP-5 to the volume of fire. One of the defenders at the wall had a 50 Cal., it was a devastating weapon but particularly at close range.
Quickly the attackers were reduced to one small area behind their vehicles. A few moments later the few remaining threw down their guns and surrendered.
Dalibor, Elias’s assistant jumped over the wall. Donar, Jon’s aide, joined him. They quickly herded the six captives toward the end of the cul-de-sac and away from the vehicles. They made their captives lie face down in the roadway. Dalibor had one of the Barrett M82A1M 50 Cal and Donar had an M-16.
Aoife and I joined them with the prisoners. Dalibor shouldered his big rifle. I waved him off. Aoife and I each drew our 45 autos. I started on the left side and she started on the right. Afterwards She stepped up with her knife and verified deadness yet again!
Aoife walked back to the killing zone. She was moving from body to body with her knife. Then an Atlantean was dragging the body to be stripped and disposed of.
I walked into the brush next to the roadway and retrieved the newest members of the family. Taylor Paige and Claire joined me on the cul-de-sac roadway. They looked soberly at the death and destruction. They seemed to want to stay close. That was OK
Cynthia and Aintzane landed Taylor Miles Ford SUV in the roadway. They had flown it from the ambush site. The ambusher bodies were in the back and the personal effects were in the front seat.
Aintzane quickly joined Aoife in the killing field. Cynthia walked over to me as I pulled a syringe from my first aid pack. She asked:
“Pain killer?”
“Speed, I’m starting to hit the wall.”
She took the syringe, swabbed my shoulder and injected me.
Doctor Harkin and Micaela landed, they quickly went inside to join the medical team inside.
Janice and Christy were quickly over the wall. Christy was carrying her MP-5K like a pistol as she looked at the cul-de-sac filled with vehicles and bodies. Janie said:
“We teleported home after Cath was attacked in front of the building. Elias and his people flew down to help them. When we got to the gazebo, it was easy to sneak up to the side yard wall and open fire. Dalibor and Donar saw us moving and came out to help.”
“Cath was attacked?”
The words were no more out of my mouth and the cable truck pulled in the end of the cul-de-sac. Cynthia bounced straight up and flew that distance top speed. Cath bailed out of the truck and they hugged. Elias and his group were following, flying with a car in tow. Elias set “his” car down next to Taylor’s SUV.
Elias said:
“No casualties for us at the office tower or the roadway ambush. How about you?”
“Aoife and I are fine. Taylor, Paige, and Claire are right here. I’m not sure about IN the house.”
I looked up at the collections of items taken from our attackers. I spoke up loudly:
“I want all those items inside immediately. I want Michael Brady and his wives to examine the items quickly. IMMEDIATELY!”
The crew picked up the pace and I returned to talking to Elias about my spells used in the fight. Taylor and her daughters refused an offer to go inside. They were waiting for me to move. I turned to Elias:
“Elias, can you dispose of the vehicles and bodies? I suggest you take them swimming.”
Cynthia had just joined us, she laughed. She asked:
“What about Taylor’s Ford?”
I replied:
“Unload the “trash” and then fly it into a vacant spot in my backyard.”
“Cool, no prob.”
I was standing in the roadway cooling down after the exertion of the day, waiting for the speed to kick in and knock down my fatigue. Flame came running out of the house toward me. Flame’s impressive physique is a world-class showstopper when she runs.
She yelled:
“Champion, Michael wants you to see this.”
She held up a cell phone that was ringing insistently. She took a deep breath and said:
“This has been ringing constantly since the end of the attack. Michael says the number on the caller ID is Dalton Bixby’s Church. Michael says it’s for you to decide.”
I took the phone from her hand and contemplated Flame’s heaving chest. Cynthia slapped my shoulder and said:
“Behave!”
I turned and walked two steps away from the group. I flipped up the phone and said:
“Hello.”
A calm voice said:
“Too bad, you’re not one of mine.”
“No Dalton, I’m not. I would be happy to take a message for them.”
“If you are the person holding the item I want desperately, I rather doubt anyone of mine is in any condition for a message or anything else.”
I asked:
“Item?”
He replied:
“Yes, the old ladies item.”
“You want the antique item?”
“Yes, very much.”
“I don’t trust you. How will we ever make a deal?”
He said:
“Yes, I’m very sorry about that.”
“Sorry how? Sorry you attacked or sorry you were unable to wipe us out?”
He laughed with genuine mirth and said:
“Why the latter of course.”
I replied:
“I would want something substantial. I want Abigayle.”
“My wife?”
“Yes, I have fantasies about coming on her face and in her hair.”
You can’t have her. Not permanently. I need her Sundays for the television service and Wednesday nights for personal appearances at area churches during bible study.”
“I want her.”
He replied:
“If you can work around my schedule needs, you can have Abigayle as your personal cum and piss slave -- just so I get that antique.”
I said:
“Okay, we talk face to face next. Tomorrow noon. The Starbucks downtown across from the bank building. You bring Abigayle. I will have a guest. We negotiate. You try anything and your antique ends up in a pouring ladle at our steel mill with five tons of molten metal on top of it. Call me on this phone to stay in contact.”
He replied:
“Very graphic and understandable. I’m clear on the consequences. No tricks. Tomorrow. Noon. Starbucks.”
“Thank you. Goodnight Dalton
I flipped it shut.
I turned to the group and said;
“Tomorrow. Noon. Starbucks. Meet the man who tried to kill us all.”
They were aghast. I raised my hand and said:
“Too tired. I’m going to bed.”
Taylor, Paige, and Claire immediately grabbed my hands and started for the house. Aoife followed immediately behind. Christy yelled:
“Tell Aurelia you want the master bedroom.”