“The Sith have nothing on us.”  Damon mused.

“Fucking pussies, those two.”  Johann agreed as he switched voices to mimic an old person, “Always two, there must be. A master and an apprentice.”  He switched back to his voice, “now that we have you in the right place in the FBI, we can start our efforts to figure out the blackmail material on those above you.  If that shithead Sean Truitt hadn’t gotten himself killed, I would have had enough to own his fucking ass.”

Johann allowed himself a moment to feel the frustration of that situation.  He had been so close when that ass had allowed his plane to bring in that backpack nuke.  Then, he got back on track, “How is blaming the explosion on TATP going?”

There was a small knock on the door with a female’s voice, “Food sirs.”

Johann reached over to push the button that released the magnetic lock on the door and it opened to reveal an attractive brunette in a red and white blouse and black mini-skirt bringing in a cart.  It took only a moment for her to refresh the drinks, the bread and lay out the food before retreating.

Damon picked up their conversation, “Really well.  We were able to blame the size of the explosion and the plume on the walls in the canyon.  Since the canyon layout did screw up the typical explosion and the explosion was so small, it wasn’t a big deal.  We still have it completely blocked off as domestic terrorism against TQB.  We are all ‘poor bastards’ about someone attacking such a valuable company, and how powerful but hard to handle TATP is.  They had a lot, but there is a reason the terrorists nickname it ‘the mother of Satan’ and it got away from them to blow close to the base.”

“You would think the Chinese or Russians would mention something,”  Johann mused.

“I thought you guys might be involved in that?” Damon asked as he started on his second manicotti.

“Not us, I think someone in one of the black organizations might be doing something.  Keeping the information we had a even such a tiny nuke explode inside the U.S. out of the regular news.  That shit would scare the sheep all over the place.”  Johann answered.

“Well, somebody is putting a hard lock on the news.  Fucking people in Denver would shit a brick if they knew anything ’nuke’ went off, no matter how small it was.” Damon said.

“Probably,” Johann agreed.  “We are already having to deal with the whole sympathy problems with TQB being attacked by domestic terrorists using the TATP.  If I can, I’m going to switch that to some new technology they have actually exploded, but I’ll let this die down, first.  So, since the terrorists blew themselves up, the worst we feared didn’t come to pass.”

“What happened to the merc bodies?”  Damon asked.

“Mostly all gone.  What wasn’t blown up was spirited away before any first responders arrived as near as we can tell.  I’m not sure why TQB doesn’t want stuff known, but they only left a handful of bodies shot outside to discuss with the police.  It could be because their weapons made fucking hamburger of some of those guys.  Plus, we heard something about a ‘bear’ at the very end.  I’m sure Stephanie Lee isn’t sharing everything, but Phillip down in South America had extra stuff, and he picked most of it up.”

Johann looked up from eating and used his fork to point, “I can tell you one thing, those signs that talk about wolves that the newscasters mentioned are right.  There were certainly attacking wolves, and we have no idea what the fuck happened there before we lost communications.”

Johann went back to eating, “The weirdest fucking shit is on those recordings.”  He muttered.

Half to Damon, half to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED

From Michael >>  Nothing today!  I’m hard at work writing and if you need something to read, just a reminder to hit the previous snippets for a few suggestions.  If it works for you, Great!  If not, Great!  Just me highlighting some authors to read.

Take care!

Washington D.C., USA

Non-Edited version.

The blond man pulled off his sunglasses as he stepped through the door into the little Italian restaurant.  He nodded to the hostess and then told her ‘going to the back.’  He walked past the fifteen or so tables and half a dozen cozy booths around the main room as he made his way to the rear of the restaurant.

He came to the main hallway and stepped past the two doors which went to the restrooms and continued to the last door on the right and opened it to step through.  There were two doors on each side of the twenty-foot hallway.  He knocked on the first door to the right, and when he heard the lock click, he stepped into the room.

Inside was a nicely appointed meeting area with a couch and two chairs, a coffee table and bar and a kitchen table for six in the back where one man waited.  He stepped past the coffee table to pull out a chair, “Hey Johann, got your message, we are claiming TATP — triacetone triperoxide.”

Johann reached across the table, “Damon, damned glad to talk.  Do you want anything different?  I ordered tea, but I can get anything.”

“No,” Damon replied as he pulled off his sports coat to place it over the chair next to him. “You ordered the cheese manicotti, right?”

“Yes, of course.  That was the best dish we had last time,” Johann agreed. “Even better than the lasagna which I didn’t think possible.  I’d marry the sauce if I could.”

“If I could take it to bed, then it would be a match in heaven,”  Damon continued, “but, let’s get back to talking about Colorado.”

“Yes, isn’t TATP the shit the terrorists used in France?” Johann asked as he pulled a piece of roll and some butter, “At least that’s what I remember.”

Damon reached across to snag Johann’s bread when he went to put down his knife and wipe his hands on his napkin, “Delicious!”  He grinned as he chewed his bite.

“Ass!” Johann said before reaching for another roll, “For that, I’m taking the meal cost out of your consulting fee.”

“Done.”  Damon agreed, “Whatever your guys did to get me out of that hot water back in Georgia and pulled into this cush assignment here was fantastic.  I thought the idea that real friends help you bury the bodies was just a funny joke.”  He reached for his tea and took a sip, “God, you even remembered to tell them I like it sweet.”

“Sweet?”  Johann chuckled, “You and your sister had to have used half the sugar at the table to sweeten your teas. That was what, our first study group we had back before finals our freshman year?”

“One for all…” Damon smiled.

“And all for us!” Johann smiled as he reached across the table to bump fists with his college friend.  “I’d like to claim it was a bitch to accomplish, and you owe me your first born but for two issues.”  He said.

“What are those?” Damon asked.

“I hate kids.” Johann started as Damon started chuckling, “And the female in the other car was so high that the discussion with the judge was easy.  The lawyer showed how fucked up on cocaine she was, and it became a moot point.  Judge saw it our way and tossed it.  Then, one of the main leads pulled strings, talked with a friend a little higher in your organization and you became the appointed contact.”

“I’m the cut-out if it all goes to hell?”  Damon considered.

Johann picked up his drink to clink with Damon’s, “That’s our assignment, my man.  Until we figure out how to overthrow our masters and take their places we ride the risk,” he spoke with a shrug.

TO BE CONTINUED

FROM Michael >> Boyd Craven (below) is one of the nicest authors I’ve met.  He’s soft spoken and doesn’t point to anything he does to help other authors, he just goes about doing it privately.  In preparation for ‘The Second Dark Ages’ series (starting with Dark Messiah) I’m going to read some of his works as I think it will help me understand some of the issues that my protagonist is going to encounter.  Here is one of his series that is hot right now.  He has something like 50-60 titles under his belt.

(Note, for research, he did go to the Chicago tunnels!)

Devil Dog: A Post Apocalyptic Thriller (Out Of The Dark Book 1)

Dick, AKA Devil Dog’s world changes drastically when the EMP takes out the power grid. The loss of electricity brings out the darker side of human nature across the city. A homeless Marine veteran living in the abandoned tunnels beneath Chicago, he’s far better prepared than most people. Good folk have survived, but they are often outnumbered and outgunned. Only the tunnels provide the safety he needs.

Devil Dog becomes the reluctant savior of women and children from the worst of the gangs that now rule topside. Doing the right thing makes him new enemies, driving him ever deeper into the tunnels that keep his charges safe – until he runs across a young woman who might be his daughter.

Nonstop Action, Gritty, Prepper Type ‘O Stuff.

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The door behind the driver in the SUV opened up, and Bethany Anne stepped out.  She had on large dark sunglasses and ruby-red lipstick.  With a short and tight leather jacket and red pants and mid-height white topped leather  red-soled shoes.

She could hear the photographer snapping images.  That was all right, right now Sheldon had held up his end of the bargain, and this was the first of her plan to give the finger to everyone who wanted her technology.  She stepped over to Sheldon and held out her hand. “Thank you, this is exactly the type of service I was hoping to receive.  You’ve done your profession well.”  She turned to smile at the photographer, “Mr. Keoff, how are you?”

Mark looked up from his camera in surprise, “Fine?”  He answered before smiling, “Ok, I’m a little sleepy from the red-eye and this atrocious timezone, but other than that?”  He shrugged, “Fantastic!”

Bethany Anne walked over to shake his hand, “I’m excited that Sheldon was able to procure your expertise.  I’ve reviewed a lot of your work under your Mark Jordan name and approve.  Excellent work, beautiful eye.”  She looked back at the three beautiful cars, “Where do you want me?”

“Ahhhhh,”  Mark studied the beauty in front of him and the cars.  He turned to the largest of her guards, “Is there any way I can get some sunlight in here?  The flourescents are going to wash out her skin color.”  The big guy snorted, and she pointed a finger at him, but it didn’t cause him to hide his grin.

“Sure,” John answered Mark, “Let’s get the paper work done real quick and that way if anything happens we can leave quickly.”

Mark spent the next ten minutes taking a lot of photo’s of Bethany Anne as she signed the paperwork and then with all of the guys who had worked to prep her cars through the night.  When they each had their time, the men were respectful.

Bethany Anne walked over to Marcus and leaned into him, “Smart phone cameras?”

Marcus grunted with a smile and said, “Not a chance.”

She nodded her appreciation and turned back to the team, “Hey, is there anyone who would like to make a thousand bucks this morning?”  Two of the guys who had worked on the cars threw their hands up in the air. “Great!  We have an SUV outside and need it to be driven back to our home in Key Biscayne.”  This cause Darryl, William, and Marcus to turn to her, “We have six bodies, and six seats guys.  You think I wouldn’t take you all with us?”

Darryl looked over to John, “You ass!”  John just chuckled and turned around to face the opposite way.

Then, it was time for Mark to get busy with his camera and it was magic.  The light streaming off of her light skin against the beautiful blood red color of the Ferrari’s was going to get him engagements from around the world if he was willing to travel from Southern California again.

>>I’m picking up chatter that there is an APB request to stop you in the SUV.<<

Why?

>>Request to find out your whereabouts during the disappearance of Sean Truitt.<<

That ass?

>>Yes.<<

What do they think?

>>I have no data of any real evidence, it is just a request to apprehend.<<

Well…shit.  I’d be more annoyed, but I did kill him.  Bethany Anne mused as she winked at the camera.

No remorse?

Hell no, TOM.  When have you known me to bother with the death of the deserving?

I haven’t, but they usually don’t require APB’s on you.

Politics, probably.  Oh well, Let’s get this done. Where are they?

>>Down on the 913.<<

Well, that would have worked ok about an hour ago.  Tell you what, let’s do this and have some fun.

“Mark?” She interrupted the picture he was taking.

“Yes?” He asked, not putting down his camera as he worked.

“You want some pictures that will rock the world?”  She asked.

“You mean more pictures?  Because I’m pretty sure I have some already.”  His voice came from behind his camera.

“I mean pictures never before occurring outside of Photoshop.”  She told him.

This time, Mark put down his camera and looked back at her as he considered what he knew, “Where do I need to setup?”

“Back seat of the SUV as it goes back to our home in Key Biscayne.  You will have to be quick, but if you do it right, these shots will be in the papers in the morning.”

“No one hurt?”  He asked.

“Nope,” She agreed.

“When?”  He asked.

She turned to Sheldon, “Ready for your video?”  He nodded and after she gave him an enthusiastic recommendation she stepped back to her car and grabbed the keys.  Her guys were already in their cars, with their driver windows down as she slipped into hers.

John.

Yes?

How long has the SUV been gone?

Maybe two minutes, why?

They are going to be stopped on the 913 causeway to apprehend me.  We are going to be right behind them.

You aren’t stopping, are you?

No, but I want them to point to our cars before we pass them by.

Bethany Anne, there are only two lanes on the road, what if they block the causeway?

That’s what I’m counting on, John.

Where are we going?

Back to Colorado, I guess.  I need to store these in something to take them to Australia.  Too hard to place them on the Ad Aeternitatem and I’m not having them suffer the wind buffering all the way to the other side.

You good with this?

I’m going to have to deal with these feelings sometime.

I got your back, Bethany Anne.

And I got yours, Mr. Grimes.

Thirty minutes later, two police vehicles pulled out on the causeway to stop a window tinted, black SUV with license plates.   The vehicle used to spot them had followed them on the bridge and blocked the SUV from leaving.

Four officers quickly stepped out of their cars and stepped over to pull the doors open and asked everyone to step out.  Including the photographer who had his camera around his neck.  The police officers were in the middle of questioning the three men when the roar of supercars could be heard coming their way.  Two of the men pointed to the three identical F12berlinettas screaming towards them when a hundred and fifty feet away they all took to the air and turned as if on invisible roller coaster rails and headed back towards land…across the water.

Well, one thing was right.  Mark’s pictures were seen all over the world the next morning.  By the time Bethany Anne and her team needed to land, her legal counsel Jakob Yadav had the APB already rescinded, and more than one counter-suite fired off in her defense.

Not that it mattered, while the three Ferrari’s might be in residence at TBQ headquarters in Colorado, the six people had already left.

TO BE CONTINUED

From Michael >> Michael-Scott Earle, how do I out the ways you are different?  Well, let’s not count and leave it alone.  Michael-Scott is a fun and interesting author hailing from California kind of near where my older brother lives.  He and I are going back and forth on whether ‘free’ in first series is a better marketing method, or go ahead and charge and push hard with adding new books.  So far, I’m ahead but I think that is more dependent on the fact I have a more popular series, and Michael-Scott’s plan (and book size) is different.  He definitely writes more than I!

Be aware, more sex scenes in this series than mine, or so I’m told ;-).

 The Destroyer (4 book series – book 1 is free)

After untold centuries of absence, the evil Ancients have returned. Their magic appears unstoppable and their hunger for conquest is insatiable. To protect the country of Nia, Duchess Nadea and Scholar Paug make a desperate journey to find a human legend: A man known to have destroyed these Ancient foes with a powerful army.

But legends can lie.

When Paug and Nadea revive their hero from sleep, his virtue is far from clear.

Is he really their Savior or their Destroyer?

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Fort Lauderdale, Florida – USA

When those three arrived, Sheldon felt a bit intimidated.  At first, it wasn’t a big deal as they had just ‘arrived’ and knocked on the door.  It wasn’t until Darryl checked out the cars and confirmed they were clear that it became apparent just how they had arrived.

By air.

Darryl had Sheldon open the door into the darkness.  When it was fully opened, a black…something… came down from above and then glided into their area.  Tim was quick enough to start the door closing as William had opened the pod and started pulling white boxes about a foot square and six inches in height.  There were a total of eighteen of those, and then three larger boxes.  Sheldon found out that six were installed underneath the car and then one large device in the trunk.

It took William twenty-three minutes a car.  When he finished with one, then Marcus would start talking to himself and typing furiously on a laptop he had with him.  They had pulled up a rolling table to place the laptop on top of so he could type and then take a few measurements and then type some more.

“Sheldon?” Marcus had called over to him.

Sheldon was watching William working on one of the cars high on a lift and had to jog back over to where Marcus was working, “Yes?”

“Can I get something destructive?”  Marcus asked.

Sheldon was confused and slightly alarmed, “Desctructive? Not to be too concerned, but these are really, really expensive cars, and I’d prefer they didn’t get hurt while they are still in our garage.”

Marcus looked over at the sales guy for a second, “Oh, nothing like that!  I just need something like a long metal rod or something like a bat.”

Sheldon’s eyes opened a little wide, “Still not liking where this is going…”

Marcus dipped his head down to look over his glasses, “Young man, these cars will not be scratched.”  Sheldon looked at Marcus for a moment before turning to search for a long metal bar.  “I expect,” Marcus finished.

A minute later, Sheldon came over with a long metal bar used for full-size car jacks.  Marcus touched a couple of buttons on the laptop and then typed in a sentence and waited for a reply before holding his hand out to grab the bar.  It dropped some when Marcus caught it since he wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy.

“This will do nicely,” Marcus said.  “Here goes nothing!” To Sheldon’s immediate horror, the man grabbed the bar in both hands and swung it over his head to land on the hood of the first beautiful F12.

“What the HELL!”  Sheldon asked as he jumped to pull the metal rod out of Marcus’s hand who let it go and stepped over the hood.  He rubbed the location where the bar had slammed down.

Marcus looked up to the suprised salesperson, “See, nothing!”  He waved a hand for Sheldon to come and take a look.  Sheldon rubbed over the location he knew he had seen the rod hit, but it was spotless, and more importantly, dentless.

He continued rubbing the spot while turning his head to look up at Marcus, “How?”

The man smiled back, “It’s a feature of the engines we installed.  We aren’t changing the glass like we would on her SUV’s, so we are making damn sure it has a protective field enveloping her.  Mind you; I’d prefer you didn’t tell anyone.”  Marcus admitted after a moment.

“I’m not,” Sheldon agreed, “This whole piece except the pictures and whatever she decides to video for me won’t be talked about by me.”

“Good…good.”  Marcus said, “now for the second part.”  He turned back to the rolling table and stepped back a few more feet pulling the table with him, “Ah, you might want to come over here with me.”

Sheldon quickly stepped closer to Marcus.

He typed on the laptop another time and then Sheldon watched as the F12berlinetta lifted off of the ground six inches, “What the hell,” Sheldon murmured.  He stepped closer to the car and went down on his knees to confirm all four wheels were off the ground.

“See any problems?”  Marcus asked, concern in his voice.

“Problems?” Sheldon asked, looking back up at the scientist, “If by problems you mean a wheel is touching the ground, then no.  They all seem to be at the same height.  The problem,” he contined as he turned back around to look under the car, “Is that we shouldn’t be watching a Ferrari floating.”

“You get used to it,” Marcus admitted.

“No,”  Sheldon whispered, “I’m pretty sure I’m always going to find this cool-as-shit.”

—

Sheldon waited at the front door at fifteen minutes past seven when a darkend SUV turned into the dealer parking lot.  The morning sun was reflecting off the white dealership walls highlighting the palm tree’s that were around the building.

He started jogging towards the back of the parking lot and the red garage door started rising allowing the SUV to drive into the garage area as Sheldon followed them in and the garage door started closing behind them.

There, in front of the SUV were three F12berlinetta’s all in the beautiful dark red Rosso Fiorano color Bethany Anne had requested.  The three were slightly ahead of each other like they had been staged for a calandar picture.

Which, interestingly enough, they had been.

Sheldon nodded to Mark Koeff, who had been setting up his camera and lights for the last few hours.  When Mark arrived, Sheldon gave him the news just who he was photographing, and even Mark was impressed.

That was saying something for a man who had photographed luminaries such as actor / governor Schwarzeneggar to Astronaut Buzz Aldrin and met others such as Christie Brinkley, Raquel Welch, Ringo Starr and Michael Caine in his many requests to come and shoot exlcusive events in LA.

Mark turned out to have a story for just about everything but was kind and soft spoken.  If there was ever a more down to earth person who had survived working in the glitz and glamor of LA and Orange County in California, Sheldon was hard pressed to figure out who it could be.

When Mark admitted he had done a project for a friend for an Orange County MINI Cooper dealership with their cars, Sheldon thought it was perfect!

So, Mark setup the cars and explained how he wanted to setup the shots with Bethany Anne leaning on the first car, and her security on their own.

The front doors of the SUV opened, and John, then Eric stepped out and nodded to everyone.  “Morning guys.” John grunted.

Sheldon had his team of three guys off to the side and TQB’s three people Marcus, William and Darryl were standing with them.

Darryl broke from the ranks and walked over, “They are clean, and they are ready.  Although, I have to call bullshit on you two getting this ride first!” He grinned.

“Kiss my,” Eric started before changing his sentence, “tell me you didn’t make sure it went up and down correctly as a ‘security’ measure.”  He challenged Darryl, who shrugged but didn’t answer the question directly.

“That’s what I thought,” Eric continued, “Besides, you get to take the SUV back to the house.”

“Woohoo!”  Darryl squeeled as he twirled his finger around in a circle up in the air. “Be still my bleeding heart.  SUV or Ferrari with flight capabilities.  Gee, I wonder which one I would pick?”

“The one you’re told to.”  John interrupted the two, “Let’s make sure we get out of here correctly guys.  Enough horseplay.”

Eric mouthed ‘sorry’ to Darryl for getting them off track.  The two of them broke up, and Darryl went to step to the back of the three cars.

TO BE CONTINUED

Michael >> I’m in a small Facebook group with a few authors and one of their books I’ve read recently is Jason Cipriano’s CURSED  from his Thrice Cursed Mage series.  Jason’s author story is completely different from mine in that he has a BUNCH of books out (including writing in the JET world…which is pretty damned cool to me).  BUT, CURSED is his major break-away hit.  He has now followed this book up with the FOURTH in series “SEIZED” out a week ago.  This makes four books in the series out in something like five months.  That’s awesome to a fast reader such as myself.  

Cursed: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Thrice Cursed Mage Book 1)

My name is Mac Brennan and that’s the only thing I can remember about myself. Not why I woke up in a dumpster. Not why my right arm is as black as pitch and covered in glowing red tattoos, and certainly not why a vicious death cult is after me.

Actually, that last part isn’t true. I know why the death cult is after me. It’s because I saved that damned girl from them. I didn’t know who she was at the time, but I’d have done it anyway. I just don’t like it when girls get beat up, call me old fashioned.

Still, I can tell she’s hiding something behind those devilish eyes, and if I want to find out what it is, I’ll have to help her.

My name is Mac Brennan. I have no memory, and I’m a werewolf-hunting, hellfire-flinging version of Faust himself.

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—

Sheldon had worked on the deal for an hour before he got his first dealership to give up their F12berlinetta.  It deal was at a twenty percent premium, but the sales person didn’t ask any questions, so he was going to call it a win.

The second, however, wanted to know who it was for, so Sheldon hung up after a polite good-bye.  The third choice, over in Las Vegas, didn’t care about who it was for either.  It was all about the money to her.

The dealership had just received their car, and it wasn’t prepped yet.  Sheldon promised that not prepping it was going to be perfect, and if they did not do anything further and got it ready for pickup, he would give them an additional two grand on top of the deal.

The final agreement arrived via email and Sheldon whooped!

With eighteen minutes to go, he sent the information to the temporary contact email address and had an immediate reply.  Who to talk to regarding money transfers and any other legal information to pick up the cars were delivered to his email immediately.  There would be two trucks with twenty-foot long shipping containers to pick up the cars at the dealerships within two hours.

Sheldon was going to reply that there would not be a way to drive the containers over to Miami quick enough and then remembered who his client was.

He snorted to himself and started following up on all requirements.  He told his boss that they had two hours to finish any paperwork because trucks would be arriving to pick them up, he was damned sure.

Not surprising, the financial information went through immediately.  Sure enough, Sheldon called both dealerships at the end of two hours. Both had trucks with big, black shipping containers on the trailers ready to load the vehicles.

One even mentioned that ever since the ‘TQB’ company put black shipping containers on the moon, everyone now painted their shipping containers black.  As if, he said, they could all fly.

Sheldon kept his mouth shut.  His contact would just have to find out about it some other time.

He received an email that said the cars would arrive at ten pm so most of the crew would be gone, would that be a problem?

Sheldon had already pulled three of the absolute best people from the back and told them he would pay them each three grand to help him prep his three sales that night, or they could trust him, and if everything stayed quiet, they would get something worth far more than three grand.

All three guys agreed that their lips were sealed, and it became a small spy scenario for the four men.  Their manager shrugged his shoulders and handed over the keys.  He knew what was going on and after being in the business for twenty-two years, he had worked with very big names.  So, not being involved in the lady CEO’s purchase wasn’t a big deal.

Sheldon was pretty sure his boss didn’t pay too much attention to the celebrity news and apparently hadn’t put two and two together.  Too much time on the golf course with the elite around this town was his best guess.

Oh well, it wasn’t Sheldon’s job to make sure his boss understood who they would be delivering a million dollars worth of automobiles to in the morning.

He considered the massive opportunity to take pictures and picked up the phone.  He had a family friend back in Orange County, California that had done some pictures for many Los Angeles and Orange County / LA luminaries such as Gene Simmons of KISS, President Reagan and had International Photograph Hall of Fame & Museum recognition.  If he could spend whatever it took to get Mark to arrive by seven the next morning, Sheldon was going to spend it.

After a few minutes talking with Mark, he finally was able to convince him that it would absolutely be worth his time, but no – he really couldn’t tell him who it would be.  Just that he would have exclusive shots that would be on the bylines of most of the world’s news sites within forty-eight hours.

Sheldon hung up, and then looked to see if he could book Mark a ticket from John Wayne International in OC to Fort Lauderdale, but they had no non-stops.  He was able to go LAX to Fort Lauderdale, so he grabbed those tickets and sent the information immediately to him.

The ‘spy posse’, as they had named themselves, were working to get the first car ready and laying out the plans to make sure they could bring the other two F12’s online as fast as possible when they finally arrived.  Everyone was going to take naps and make sure there were no screw ups.

Now, it was going to be a waiting game until ten PM that evening.

TO BE CONTINUED

Suggestion for ‘while you are waiting’ and ‘please don’t get out the pitchforks!’

THERE ARE REASONS WE FEAR THE NIGHT. HE’S NOT ONE OF THEM.

Bill Ryder was a dateless geek, but then he met a girl to die for. So he did. Unfortunately for him, that was just the beginning of his troubles. He awoke as a vampire, one of the legendary predators of the night. Sadly, fangs or not, he was still at the bottom of the food chain.

Now he finds himself surrounded by creatures stronger, deadlier, and a lot cooler than he is … and they all want to kick his teeth in.

Bill isn’t exactly average, though. A vampire like him hasn’t been seen in centuries. He’s got a few tricks up his sleeve, unlikely allies, and an attitude that makes him too damn obnoxious to quit.

Join him in this hilarious tale of immortal monsters and the unlikely hero who’s not afraid to tell them off, even if it gets him killed – permanently this time.

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Long Island, Florida – USA

“What I’m saying,” Eric said, as he and John moved among the exotic supercars,”Is we need two of these bad boys to properly support following Bethany Anne whenever she goes driving hers.”

Bethany Anne had come out of her temporary suite in the Australian Outback at close to eight thirty pm and told Eric that he and John were going shopping with her.  Then, she promptly turned around and ducked back into her room saying she was changing.  John showed up with Eric’s cup of coffee three minutes later and Eric informed him they were going shopping.

“Any idea where?” John had asked as they sipped their drinks.

“Not a clue.”  Eric admitted, “Popped out, we are going shopping, popped back into her room.”

John stepped up to the door and knocked twice, sharply.  He heard her answer ‘come in, John’ and so he poked his head and asked where they were headed.

Thirty minutes later, they were all at Ferrari of Long Island, Florida looking at the new F12berlinetta and the sales person was both shocked as hell when Bethany Anne walked in with John and Eric right at opening, and then twice shocked when he figured out who she was.

John and Eric had a moment of peace as she was sitting in the car going through the sales review.  There weren’t any customers looking at cars this early on Tuesday morning.  Their salesperson, Sheldon, hadn’t finished his Starbucks yet.

John turned to make sure nothing seemed amiss, “I’ve talked with Jeffrey.  If she buys anything, the guys will be here right as she takes possession and upgrade it, if not earlier.”

Eric smiled, “They will have to make that three!”

John nodded with a grin on his face, “Yes, I agree, it will have to be…”

John turned from Eric when Bethany Anne stepped out of the drop dead sexy car, “I want three, all Rosso Fiorano and I want them fast.”  She told her salesperson, “I am completely open on the negotiation side, and I don’t care where they are in the world.  Find them, buy them and let me know how fast I can get them.  Also,” She added, “there is a twenty thousand sales bonus if you get three found and ordered before close today.”

Sheldon was just able to get his voice back, “Ma’am, we don’t have three in stock and…”  Her look caused him to pause a moment as he realized how his customer could help him over the hump for the vehicle’s transportation. “If you need to provide transportation, is that acceptable?”

Bethany Anne’s smile lit up the store, “Perfectly! You send any information to the email I give you and I’ll have them picked up from their location and back here within a couple of hours.  However,”  her face lost her smile, “if it becomes a circus because people find out?”  This time, she shook her head, “You lose the sales, understood?”

Sheldon considered his comment and then went ahead, “Ma’am, you know that the price for pictures of you are going for more than fifty-thousand, correct?”  He put up his hand, “I’m not telling you this to bump up the bonus, I’m just making sure you are aware there will be some that will give up a job to get a picture, and if anything happens, it won’t be me.  I love these cars, and I’m building my professional career on being discreet.  So, I feel it necessary to let you know.”  He shrugged, “If I’m going to prove how discreet I am?  I can’t do better than being discreet for you.”

Bethany Anne nodded and leaned toward Sheldon, who looked around and then got closer, “I’ll tell you what, Sheldon.  You tell everyone that you have a photo opportunity for your hand-picked support people.  If not a single word about this comes out before myself and the two men with me are ready to drive off?  I’ll do five minutes of photos with those who helped you keep this secret.  Who you pick is up to you, but don’t make it too many.  Then, I’ll make sure to give you a fifteen-second video support message how you handled my purchases, deal?”

Sheldon stood back up and held out his hand, “I’ll have your car information within two hours.  We have one here, so I just need two more.  I’m pretty sure where they are.  If I have to sweeten the deal?”

Bethany Anne shook Sheldon’s proffered hand, “Money, within reason, is not a problem.  Secrecy is.  So, when it comes time to pick up the two cars no one on that side can breathe a word.”

Sheldon said, “I understand, and let me tell you ‘thank you,’ you have just made my career if I don’t screw this up.”  He admitted.

“No opportunity for you if you hadn’t been here early on a Tuesday morning.  So, consider what it took you to be in the right place before you throw all the credit my way, ok?”

Sheldon nodded.  John came over and handed him a business card, “Our contact information for this deal is on the card.  It will expire within thirty-six hours, or as soon as we drive off the lot.  I need you to let me know as soon as the cars are here as we need to go over them ourselves.”  John’s visage turned slightly harder, “Security.”

Sheldon looked down at the card and back to John. “I’ll sleep here tonight.”

John clapped him on the shoulder and pulled the second card out, “This is my card.  You ever want to talk about a different line of work, call me.  People with your work ethic are hard to find.”

Sheldon held the second card with serious respect.  The first card was a business deal that would help him for a long time.

The second was an honor.

To Be Continued…