My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 07 of …
UNEDITED!
Etheric
The three men could hear the voices before they could discern the vague outlines of two people walking towards them.
They heard a woman’s voice, “I’m saying that killing them here is easier to clean up. As in, there isn’t any clean up.”
A third figure became a little distinct trailing the first two. They heard a chuff from a dog come through the mist.
The gargantuan figure beside her, his voice deeper seemed to be trying to argue for the three of them.
“I understand you didn’t like returning and getting singed in the fire.”
Another chuff.
“You either, Ashur.”
“I might have been unlucky enough to come back into a broken piece of wall, that would have been a real downer.”
The two were getting closer.
“How come you guys didn’t?”
“I can peek out, now. I’ve figured out how to barely look and make sure. The fucking fire was still damned hot. That shit burns like a motherfucker.” She was close enough for the three men to discern her features. “Ah, here are my three camel tea-baggers now.”
The dog stopped and laid down on the ground.
“So, where is the wife?” She asked the three of them. All of them kept their mouths shut.
“Oh? You are so out of your league, penis tips, that life as you know it doesn’t exist. You aren’t even school grade sports against a pro. This is like a pro team against a tank full of goldfish.”
She looked the three of them over and then added, “dead goldfish.” She looked to her left, then her right and reached under her jacket and pulled out a scabbarded short sword, “You know, for some reason there is this misunderstanding that good people should be nice to Gosse Schweine such as yourself. Personally, I don’t agree and since my overly large friend here,” she thumbed the man next to her, “really isn’t my conscience and this isn’t a good-cop bad-cop routine like you are thinking, you can all kiss my ass.” There was a chuff behind her, “I know, stay back, you hate getting blood out of your coat.”
She took the scabbard off, “Eenie meanie miney moe, Dieter my friend, you can go.” She was ten feet away and then Gunter and Klaus jumped back, because she had stabbed Dieter through the gut with her sword. Her left hand was choking him, as she easily held him off the ground, while he struggled. She looked over her shoulder and spoke to the man behind her, “I told you, much cleaner here.”
The big man shrugged, “All I said is it would be easier to get the wife’s location from people that were alive, even if you had to leave them alive.”
When she turned around, Gunter and Klaus took another involuntary step back. The figure in front of them was from a nightmare. Her face had red glowing eyes, her teeth had grown, and she smiled at them like they were snacks. “I never said I had to have live people to get my answers, John. I can always ask them when I kill them the second time.”
“She’s in a warehouse!” Gunter screamed, “On the East side out by Green Valley in Vegas, I swear!”
“Shut up, Gunter.” Klaus hissed, “That is our only negotiation card.” Scared or not, Klaus knew that the woman was one thing that might get them out of this predicament.
Dieter had stopped struggling in her grip. His lifeless body still lifted above the ground, his blood puddling at her feet. She seemed to finally notice he had expired. “That was uneventful,” she acted annoyed and tossed the body. Both men were shocked. Dieter’s lifeless body had been tossed twenty feet away into the mist. She never noticed his weight.
She took a step towards the two men, “Who paid you to do this?”
Klaus spoke up, “Will you let us go if we tell you what we know?” His voice, usually assured, was cracking.
“Klaus Weber,” her voice changed, softer but unyielding, “stand still and tell me what you know. Who paid you to do this?”
Klaus bit down hard, trying to keep the information to himself. He kept hearing her command resonating in his mind, he played what he would say to her over and over and finally stopped thinking about it when she said, “That is enough, you don’t need to tell me multiple times.”
Her man spoke, “Bethany Anne, we don’t have time to track all of this down right now. We need to get back to the ArchAngel. We have a meeting with the Japanese pretty soon.”
She looked disgusted, “Ok … fine. I don’t think this prick knows anything, sounds like a typical dark web merc job. I know someone bored who needs something to do.”
Why? What do trophy wives do except check on truant children and blow up houses?
Shut. Up. TOM.
Klaus, aghast that he had been talking the whole time he thought he was keeping the secrets to himself never saw the flick of the blade that cut his head off. Gunter, his mouth open as Klaus’s body dropped to the ground, finally recognized she was cleaning her sword on Klaus’s shirt.
Her face, eyes normal, looked up to him, “and now, we come to miney moe.”
FROM MICHAEL >>> Ok, life is passing strange at times. Eventually, I’ll explain but for right now I can say I went on an unplanned trip to Vegas on Friday for the weekend for other reasons than the obvious, although I did get a little gambling (I mean, giving the casino money for the rooms by playing their games). Then, on Saturday, I noticed I left my laptop power brick back in Texas.
Sum-bitch!
So, I had 20% power and NEEDED the laptop to not go dark while I was there for business reasons. So, no writing or much social stuff (which is business BTW), either. SORRY!
I will be pretty busy for clients next 48 hours … then should be back on track by Thursday…So, GO GO GO!
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MY RIDE IS A BITCH Snippet 06 of …
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One half day’s march from Shennongjia Peak, Hubei
Bai leaned back against a tree, pushing his pack into a small area between the branches, allowing him to take some of the weight off of his back. Zhu nodded to his friend as he came up.
Bai said, “Any idea if our trackers have any clue where we are going?”
Zhu nodded, “Yes, we were chosen to take the second group. I listened in on the conversations and it seems that there were some who met this group. They stopped for a little while and then left.”
“That’s good, right? That makes them slow down and we won’t have to follow them too far?” Bai asked.
Zhu shook his head, “Bai, they stopped and had a meeting with something that joined them with cat’s tracks our hunter said. He wasn’t happy about it at all.”
“Why not? We know they can turn into some sort of werecat, what is their problem? We all have some silver on us.”
“Bai, what do cats do more than most animals,” Zhu looked into the forest, looking up into the limbs in the trees above them.
Bai followed his friends glance and thought about it. “They hunt.”
Zhu nodded, “They hunt. And now, they are hunting us with the intellect of a human and a cat.”
“That’s not good,” Bai agreed, trying to peer harder into the foliage above them. “You think they are setting up a trap?”
Zhu looked at his friend, “Jian told Shun and myself to count on it.”
Bai nodded and checked his rifle, making sure his silver rounds were loaded for the fourth time this morning.
Etheric
“I’m saying,” Gunter ground out, “How do we know she wasn’t lying to us?”
“Do you know where the fuck we are?” Klaus asked, looking into the grayness tracking in every direction, “I can’t see shit. Neither can either of you. So, she says she would find us unless we moved.”
“Like I trust that woman with anything! Have you finally figured out who she is?”
“Yes, I know where I saw her face,” Klaus admitted.
“And?” Gunter pushed.
“She is the head of TQB,” Klaus looked into the distance, but nothing changed for him. He still couldn’t see anything, like looking through fog on a cold morning.
“What kind of shit does she have if she can send us to some other part of the Earth,” Dieter snapped his fingers, “like that?”
“What makes you think,” Klaus asked, turning to Dieter, “that we are on Earth?”
TQB Base – Colorado, USA
Mason accepted a cup of coffee from Jasmin. She had taken him and his daughter from the room where they had appeared after the gray … place.
Now, he was sitting at a meeting table, with Anne asleep in the chair next to him, her head on his shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around his, making sure he didn’t move while she slept.
He knew his job was super secret, but honestly hadn’t thought it would ever affect his wife or his children. Now, the reality of how casually he had played with their safety shamed him. The last week and a half had been a nightmare.
With some of the secret technology he worked on, he had never expected to be so easily awed by the abilities of someone outside the group he worked with.
Mason wished he had some paper, or something to write his thoughts down. He kept going through the events, trying to sear them into his long term memory. Maybe one day he would understand the technology she must have used to accomplish the act.
He had let her in the house when the dog had taken off upstairs. He couldn’t let Anne off of her bed, or the bombs would go off. He had run after the dog and stumbled on the steps. Like he had been pushed aside.
Pushed…aside.
His face tightened up. Did she run by him that fast?
He made it up the stairs to see the woman already in the room, speaking in a quick, clipped voice to the dog. She hadn’t moved Anne yet, but she noticed him running into the room. She popped him on his forehead, and he remembered gray. Then, she was there with Anne and the dog, “We have to go,” she told him and gave him Anne. When he took Anne, she grabbed his arm and the dog again.
And then the four of them were in a rock room. “Wait here,” she said in a commanding voice, “someone will come get you.”
Then, gone again.
Where the hell was he supposed to go? He was still holding Anne tight to his chest, just holding her as she cried, when there was a knock on the door hard enough to get his attention. He opened the door and a woman brought them to this meeting room and then brought the two of them some breakfast.
Anne fell asleep and here he was, wondering what would happen to Shiela, now.
FROM MICHAEL >>> DAMN, I should give you an update what is happening, but I could be a little too early. Suffice to say I’m in Vegas, and not for gambling (although I have won a $100 playing before I got to work this morning…Woohoo Vegas, You’re My Bitch!) ….
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My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 05 of …
UNEDITED
“She is a school helper?” Gunter asked, puzzled.
“American school’s get paid by how many children are in the classroom each day. It is very expensive for local school district when a child is out sick.” Klaus explained as he walked into the room, adjusting his holster and slipping in his pistol.
“This could be a problem,” Dieter explained. “We only need him to go to work one last time. Do we snatch her, or what?”
Gunter shrugged, “We only do something if she won’t leave.”
—
The lady’s voice changed, sweeter somehow and yet more commanding, “Let me in, Mason.”
Mason shrugged, opened the door wider and stepped back, “Why don’t you come in, Ms. Anne.”
Bethany Anne stepped into the home behind Ashur who had jumped in ahead of her, looking around. “My name is just…you know, never mind.” She looked down at Ashur, “Find out if we have a problem.” Ashur took off, running up the steps as Mason shut the door.
“NO!” Mason scrambled behind Bethany Anne, pushing her out of the way as both of them heard a chuff from the room up the stairs. Mason grabbed hold of the railing, swinging to jump to the third step. He was running up the stairs and was surprised when he stumbled off balance, like he was pushed aside. He righted himself and continued racing to his daughter’s room.
She absolutely, positively couldn’t leave that bed.
—-
“Gott Verdammt!” Klaus bolted out of the room, running down the hall to the front door. “If that bitch pulls the child off the bed, the operation is a bust,” he yelled, frantically trying to unlock the door.
Gunther and Dieter were hot on his heels as he yanked the front door open, all three men racing down the front sidewalk.
“ArchAngel, get me down there!” John commanded as he started unbuckling. The Pod came down screaming out of the sky.
The three men hadn’t made it to the street when the top of the house exploded. They all turned, covering their heads, jumping back onto the lawn as house parts pelted them. One larger piece of board impaled the grass just a foot from Gunter’s face.
Standing back up, pulling their pistols when the large flaming pieces stopped landing they turned back towards the home. There was flame pouring out of the top windows.
“Shit!” Klaus stomped his foot, “We were so close!” They jogged over to the home’s front lawn
Dieter noticed the object falling from up to their left first, thinking a large part of the house was landing, and jerked his head, “Look out!”
Then men ducked. But nothing hit the ground. When they looked up again, a large white man, vitriolic hatred painted on his face promising a painful death stood to their left in the yard, staring at them with two unique looking guns in each hand aimed at them.
The three men pointed their guns, “Who are you?” Klaus demanded.
“I am,” he responded, barely restrained emotions holding John in check, “the man who is going to kill you for who you just blew up.”
They eyed each other for a few seconds.
A woman’s voice came from behind the three. It started low and slow, but raised in both pitch and volume as it continued, “You cock-biting-ass-backward-fuckfaced-sodding-tea-bagging-wrinkled-old-dickless-twin-headed-alien-tramp-wackers!” She then screamed, “Flames fucking hurt!”
One of the three men turned around, the two facing John didn’t like the grin that graced his face, or his comment, “Boys, I was just going to kill you. Now, you’ve done gone and fucked up real well. You will have wished for death by the time she get’s done with you.”
The one on the left, looking back exclaimed, “The trophy wife?”
John snorted as the lady spoke in a clipped fashion, “You, I kill first.”
The white dog beside her barked. “No,” she said, “you may not bite his nuts off. I’m not smelling nut-sack breath all morning long.”
“Dieter, would you just shoot the bitch?” Gunter asked, “We have to get out of here!”
“Gentleman,” her voice went sweet, sweet velvet over hardened steel, “I command you, put down your guns.”
“Like…” Gunter started to say before he felt himself complying with her command, “the hell?” he finished.
John, keeping his guns trained on them, walked over and kicked each pistol behind him.
“Bethany Anne, we do need to go. Where are the people in the house?”
“Colorado,” She turned to look at her car, “Fucking ape-titties!” She yelled, exasperated, “That was my new Ferrari you cooch-virgins!”
John looked and had to agree. Her car wasn’t looking too good from the explosion damage.
She breathed slowly. “Well, that settles it,” She walked to the man who was still looking at her. “Hope no one has video going,” she mumbled and slapped him. The slaps ‘crack’ was loud, but the man she slapped had disappeared
“What the hell?” Gunter exclaimed as he was hit in the back of his head and he disappeared.
She told the last, “Don’t say a fucking word. And if you and your two goons want to live, I wouldn’t suggest walking much from where I send you. Because I might not be able to find your useless ass.”
“Send me whe…,” was all Klaus was able to get out before the back of his head exploded in pain and he disappeared.
Ashur chuffed behind her, “Yeah, good point.” She turned to John, “Pod?”
“Up above us.”
“Leave it.” She turned to look at Ashur, “Let’s go boy wonder,” Ashur chuffed, “No, I’m not your damned sidekick you four-footed walking rug.” She reached out and grabbed John, “Now come here or I won’t get you a date.”
Ashur jogged up and chuffed to her again, “I don’t care,” she replied, “I won’t help you with any female and we won’t go on the Internet to search, either. So take that and chew on it, my dear opposible thumb lacking pain-in-the-ass.”
ADAM, find and destroy their surveillance equipment if you can.
>>If I can?<<
What if it isn’t connected to the Internet?
>>I was surfing the radio waves…<
TOM, take care of the Pod and the car, please.
Yes, oh careful Wife of Trophies.
TOM.
Yes?
Doghouse for you, Alien for brains.
She could hear TOM’s snickering in her mind.
Grabbing Ashur, the three of them disappeared. The Ferrari took off into the sky, leaving behind a mess, a lot of questions, and not many answers.
FROM MICHAEL >>> I know, I know…More Bethany Anne beating up helpless mercenaries, it’s so boring, right? No? You want more mercenaries introduced to the Queen Bitch? Yes, well, let’s save that for next time 😉
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Pirate Nemesis (Telepathic Space Pirates Book 1)
K
illers. Thieves. Pirates. Family.
Mercy Kincaid is a fugitive from her own family. Her dangerous telepathic gifts make her a target. So is anyone she gets close to. When her best friend is captured and tortured, Mercy’s only hope is to reunite with the family that tried to murder her as a child. She trusts few among her blood relatives, but finds herself intrigued by an enigmatic and dangerous killer.
Reaper has spent a lifetime watching his people die. He’s vowed to kill anyone who jeopardizes their survival. Mercy’s gifts are the biggest threat they’ve faced in eleven years, since a biological weapon nearly annihilated the pirate colonies. But Reaper realizes her talents can either destroy them, or save them. He must decide if he’s fallen victim to her power, or if he can truly trust the beautiful woman and her compelling abilities. If he makes the wrong choice, everyone dies.
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My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 04 of …
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TQB Base Denver, Colorado
Bethany Anne arrived at the Colorado headquarters with Ashur in one of her arrival rooms. It took her a little while to sneak outside.
Unfortunately, her personally modified F12berlinetta was locked up and had a guard for the garage area. It had required her to command him not to speak about her taking the car for twenty-four hours.
Leaving the base required her to command two additional security checkpoints to not mention her presence. At least for twenty-four hours.
Bethany Anne enjoyed the crisp air for a couple of hours as she and Ashur drove through the mountains heading towards Las Vegas. She looked in her rear view mirror to confirm no one was behind her and then told TOM to punch it.
Their car lifted off the road and started flying through the night sky.
Within fifteen minutes, she was arriving and setting down on a small road outside North Las Vegas. She entered the address into the onboard navigation and drove into town as the barest hint of dawn was cracking the sky.
“Hey, no shedding on my leather,” she reached over and brushed a few of Ashur’s white hairs off the seat. “We should look for a girlfriend for you.” Ashur look over at Bethany Anne, cocking his head to the side and chuffed, “I don’t know how to tell if she is smart,” she said, “probably will be the one that bites you on the ass the first chance she gets.”
He chuffed and looked out the window as Bethany Anne laughed.
>> I could have easily told you the directions.<<
I know that ADAM, sometimes the little computers need some attention too.
You just wanted to play with your new toy.
You say that as if it is a bad thing, TOM.
The directions took her to the west side of Las Vegas, and she pulled up to a neighborhood security gate. Bethany Anne could see the Red Rock Casino a couple of miles away and the Red Rock Canyon just beyond it.
—
Casper was reading the latest Vegas news when a car pulled off Spanish Trail, and the headlights flashed through their window as the beginning of another bright day started. He looked up in time to see the Ferrari when his partner, Jocelyn said, “Ten bucks says it is an old man with gray hair wearing a toupee.”
While he couldn’t see inside too well, but he did notice what looked like a large white dog in the front seat, “You got a bet,” he replied and stepped out of the air-conditioned guard house, closing the door behind him. The Ferrari smoothly pulled up beside him and the tinted window started dropping.
So did Caspers jaw, “Hello,” he managed to croak out. Jocelyn owed him ten bucks, now. No mistaking this lady for an old white fat and balding guy using a car to market himself. She didn’t look like she needed the car to sell herself, either. But, this was Vegas. Casper supposed she could be an Elite Companion. If she was, then Casper couldn’t afford her.
“Hello, Casper is it?” she smiled and nodded to his name badge, “I’m here to surprise my brother,” her voice, velvet smooth over steel warmed his soul, “would you mind letting me do that without putting me down on your notepad?”
Moments later, Casper stepped back inside and put his clipboard in the slot. He barely noticed when Jocelyn slid the ten dollars in front of him. “You win the ten bucks. She wasn’t an old fat guy.” Then, Jocelyn started sliding the money back towards herself, “But, you lose the money for not putting her name down on the clipboard. It’s now hush money.”
Casper just nodded his agreement to the deal.
—
Bethany Anne pulled up in front of the four thousand square foot two-story. It had a Spanish brick roof and a nicely kept lawn. All of the homes in this gated community were well kept.
She slid out of her car and walked around to open Ashur’s door. He jumped out and looked around, sniffing the air.
A few cars were leaving for work already, but her car tended to show everyone living in this neighborhood she belonged.
The two of them walked up to the door.
—
“He has visitors,” Dieter said as he looked out the window with his binoculars, “Attractive woman, and … a dog.”
“Not exactly your standard military rescue team,” Gunter commented, as he drank his coffee and walked up beside his partner, “Maybe his family?”
“Cannot tell,” Dieter pulled off the glasses, “Here, take a look, I’m going to wake up Klaus in case we have a snag in the plans. Today he is supposed to pull the data in exchange for his wife.”
Gunter put his coffee down, accepted the binoculars and put them up to his face, “Yes, attractive. Weird she is wearing a jacket for Las Vegas.” Gunter looked back at the car, “Dealer plates, I can’t see what area. She is perhaps not from around here?”
Dieter called back from the room across the hall, “I don’t know.” There was a knock, “Klaus, wake up. We have an unexpected visitor.”
“Here?” Gunter could hear the sleepy man ask.
“No,” Dieter replied, “across the street, we might need to intercept so get prepared.” He stepped back into the front room, “What now?”
“She is knocking on the door,” Gunter said. “Is the volume up?” Seconds later, they heard the door open from across the street, and Mason’s voice came in loud and clear.
“Hello?”
The female’s voice answered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jayden, but the Clark County School District is concerned about your daughter, Anne. She has missed two days of school already.”
“Anne? Yes, she’s sick.”
“May I see her?” the lady responded.
“What? No. I’m sorry, who did you say you were again?”
“My name is Bethany Anne…”
—
If anyone had looked straight up, they would be looking in the right area to see a tiny little black dot up in the sky.
Would they be able to see it? No.
John was listening to the conversation below, “ArchAngel, you are capturing the audio from wireless signals?”
“Yes, John. Small wireless signals are coming from the house Bethany Anne is at and sending in the direction of a couple of houses across the street.”
“You can’t tell which one?”
“No, only direction. It is either the house directly across, or the one to the south of it.”
John continued listening to the conversation as Bethany Anne spoke.
“My name is Bethany Anne, and I help the Clark County School District maximize their income by confirming all able body children are attending school. It reduces truancy.”
“In a Ferrari?”
John chuckled, wondering how his boss was going to answer this question. He could hear the pause, almost seeing her turn around to confirm that yes, she had driven a Ferrari.
“Well, yes. It’s my new car. You see, I’m a helper for the school district in the mornings. The rest of the day, I play a trophy wife.”
Up in the sky, John was slapping the side of the Pod trying to control his laughter, “Oh God!” He screamed, “ArchAngel, please tell me you are recording this?”
“I am, John.”
He wiped a tear from his face as he tried to stifle his laughter, “Sweet blessed mother of Saint Payback-is-a-Bitch, I’m going to use this sometime in the future.” John had to stifle any further comments as the two beneath him continued talking.
FROM MICHAEL >>> I love John’s new Saint. Hopefully, the church recognizes it as a fun comment, and not a dash at the value of true Saint’s, we shall see.
Hmmm… Just a few clues to what is coming up – Tabitha is in this story, Japan (obviously), and…others! Including, two reader-favorite vampires Gabrielle is fond of smacking around.
See you next snippet!
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My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 03 of …
UNEDITED!
QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 16.5 hours before meeting in Japan
John shook his head as he walked into the Pod Bay, Gabrielle striding behind him, was continuing her tirade, “Why are you going instead of me or why not you and me? At least answer that question you poor excuse for a walking mime.” she huffed in exasperation.
John grinned. The last four hundred feet, all the way from the Bitch’s quarters he had been listening to Gabrielle’s constant complaining about John not taking her along. He allowed his go bag to slide off of his shoulder, and he put it into his Pod before turning around and looking down at the vampire, “Because, I’ve got one beautiful female to deal with out in public. I don’t need two, especially since you just got nominated to be here to represent Bethany Anne.”
“Who the hell told you I was the best solution for that role?” Gabrielle retorted.
“ArchAngel, she said Bethany Anne would most likely nominate you, as you had the role when we all went to China.” John continued his staring contest.
Gabrielle stared up at John for ten seconds, “Shit,” she finally spat. Gabrielle turned around and started walking back out of the bay, “Don’t think I’ll forget this, John!” she called over her shoulder
John turned around, “No, that would make life too easy,” he agreed.
John heard Gabrielle yell right before stepping through the doors, “I heard that!”
John looked back to make sure the doors had closed, “Of course you did, that’s because you can hear an ant fart in a hurricane.” John sat in the pod and started locking in, the Pod doors closing and sealing, “ArchAngel, how is Gabrielle?”
“She is telling me that I need to discuss ‘girls sticking together’ with her some time.”
John chuckled, “Does she not realized you could just as easily look like a guy?”
“Probably, but since my avatar is Bethany Anne, I doubt it comes to mind.”
“No, probably not.” John finished clicking his straps, “Take me out.” He paused before asking, “Why did you want her staying behind?”
“Because I’ve analyzed the data, John. You will go and support Bethany Anne. You won’t judge her, and you won’t condemn her. In all things, you are her rock, and she leans on you. You are the best choice.”
The Pod slipped through the gravitic shield into space. In moments, it was streaking through space eighty miles above Earth.
“You might as well take me to the address, ArchAngel.”
“Understood, John. You will arrive in eighteen minutes.”
FROM MICHAEL>>> Ok, Beats are complete on the book (which means I have all of the scenes mapped out and installed on Scrivener, the software I use to write and publish the books).
YAH!
Now, it is lots and lots of writing between me and publishing the book…and help from the Beta readers, editors, and JIT readers as well…subject matter experts, random internet research nights. You get the idea.
The cover is going to be done by Jeff Brown again, in fact I snagged him to work on all of Arc 2 covers. Here was my direction for this cover: “Hey Jeff – the idea is the pretty, svelte alien research ship has been ‘upgraded’ and the new ride (the alien) spaceship is a bad-ass-bitch doing something…badass (what else do bad ass spaceships do?)”
That should be enough, right? That was most of my suggestion (except a talked about a Kessel run through a meteor grouping shooting a bunch of rocks like it is on a practice or something.) Let’s see what Jeff comes up with!
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In 2157, a mysterious gas known as Variant spreads across the globe, killing or mutating most organic life. The surviving humans take refuge in an underground city, determined to return home. But after generations of failures and botched attempts, hope is beginning to dwindle.
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My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 02 of …
UNEDITED
QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 18 hours before meeting
Bethany Anne reached out to grab the offered letters, “Thanks, Kevin.” She nodded to the guy and grabbed an apple from the fruit available on the sideboard, “Ashur!” She called over her shoulder. She heard Ashur get up from his location under the table where Team BMW were eating. They were such wusses about feeding him. One sad face and all three men caved and tossed him food under the table.
Yet, they blamed each other for being the one who fed him.
Ashur caught up to Bethany Anne on her way to the suite. She nodded to a few in the hallways and ruffled Ashur’s head. She would swear he had gained a couple of inches.
TOM.
Yes?
Could Ashur gain in size after coming out of the Pod?
Yes, that is possible. The nanites might have decided he needed to change for some reason. Possibly due to his continued physical efforts during your training. We can always put him back in the Pod and have a look.
No, it’s not that important. At least, not yet.
Bethany Anne nodded to the guards up from the doors leading to the Bitch’s and the Elites areas and finally, down to her own suite. She might have just walked Etherically to her suite, but it was good for everyone to see her.
She entered her room, the door already opened by ArchAngel and mumbled ‘thanks’ as the door shut behind her. Biting into her apple, she walked into her bathroom. Ashur jumped up on her bed.
“Hey!” She turned towards her door, “Don’t shed all over my bed. I had to get the last cover cleaned. What the hell were you pissed about, anyway?”
Ashur chuffed from her bed room.
“That’s not my fault! Your lazy ass didn’t go to the cafeteria in time to catch them.” Another chuff, “Bullshit, they aren’t required to eat at the same time everyday because you have a preference. Besides, you have dogfood always available.” Bethany Anne grinned when she heard Ashur’s whined response.
She turned and tossed the eaten apple into the trashcan and then started going through the mail.
She picked up the first letter, “I’ve won an island, toss.” Then the next, “I’ve been asked to join a symposium on technology next month, toss. I have unpaid speeding tickets in Florida. Huh, wonder if I should frame this one.” She shrugged, “Toss.”
She saw an envelope in nicer block handwriting, but done in a crayon. Weird. She opened it up and read the letter inside.
Then, she read it again, slowly.
ADAM, track this address. Is this legitimate?
>>Yes, there is a family of three living at that address in Las Vegas.<<
Who does the dad work for?
>>Security Blocked, Unknown at this time.<<
Seriously? Fuck. Bethany Anne tapped the letter on her palm a couple of times. Can you figure out if there is a problem?
>>The daughter, Anne, is twelve. She has been absent from school for two days. Previously, she had not missed the last one hundred and eight-two days of school.<<
“Trap or real, trap or real,” Bethany Anne said aloud.
Are they mutually exclusive? TOM interrupted.
“No, they are not,” Bethany Anne agreed.
Are you going to send someone to check it out?
No, I’m going to do this. It needs a deft touch, a woman’s hand.
What about Gabrielle?
I don’t want to mess up her time with Eric.
What about … huh… Right.
What do you mean ‘right’?
You are bored.
I’ve always heard that the problem with Royalty is that they aren’t connected with the people. I am not going to have that happen to me.
You are bored.
And that, too.
Just the three of us?
No, it will be the four of us.
Well, thank God. For a second I thought you would go out and not have any support. TOM sighed mentally.
“Ashur,” Bethany Anne started towards her closet, “Let’s go rescue a little girl.” His chuff came back, excited. “I know, right? Silly of my guards to leave me alone allow me to get into mischief all by my little lonesome.” This time, Ashur sounded like he was laughing, not chuffing.
“Oh, shut up.” Bethany Anne rolled her eyes, “be happy your lazy ass is going or you would be stuck in here.”
She switched clothes and loaded her weapons. Seeing the wakizashi, she smiled and grabbed her shorter blade, “Come here, you. We haven’t partied in a while.” She looked down at her boots on the floor, “Ugh, no boots this time, Puma’s it is.”
She grabbed a jacket and hid her weapons, “ArchAngel, lock this door.”
Why did I think you were going to be mature about this? TOM asked.
“Beats the fuck out of me,” She replied, “Let’s go, my furry white guard.” Bethany Anne grabbed Ashur’s neck and took a step forward, disappearing.
A minute later, the light went off in the closet.
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My Ride is a Bitch Snippet 01 of …
UNEDITED
QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 17 hours before meeting
John walked towards Bethany Anne’s suite, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
Gabrielle had mentioned she hadn’t seen or spoken with Bethany Anne for at least a few hours, thinking she was with him or one of the other guys. John confirmed she wasn’t with any of them. The last time anyone had seen her, she was walking into her suite with Ashur, an apple, and a pile of mail that had come up on the last transport.
Curious, but only a little concerned, John asked ArchAngel if Bethany Anne was asleep, but he was informed she wasn’t. ArchAngel said she didn’t know where Bethany Anne was at the moment.
That could only mean two things. Bethany Anne wasn’t on the ship or had explicitly told ArchAngel not to let anyone know where she was.
Or both.
John entered and walked through the outer suite, through her outer meeting room and finally knocked on Bethany Anne’s bedroom door.
Nothing.
John grimaced and knocked harder. He received nothing twice. John called out, “ArchAngel; this is John Grimes.”
ArchAngel replied, “Yes, I recognize you, John. There was no need to tell me who you are.”
“There is this time,” John grumped, “ArchAngel, by my right as a Queen’s Bitch, I am implementing Queen’s Permission to enter her suite.”
“Approved, John,” the voice replied, and John could hear the suite locks disengage. All seven of them.
He opened the door a few inches, “Bethany Anne?” He heard nothing and opened it further, “BA? Boss?”
The suite was empty.
John noticed her bed was made and stepped around to her personal closet. It was closed and locked.
Fuck, he thought.
John looked up, his eyes closed, thank God a migraine wasn’t possible. “ArchAngel, Please unlock this door – I promise not to step foot into the room.”
“You know she isn’t in there, John,” ArchAngel responded.
“Yes, I just need to see what she took with her,” John answered, and the door unlocked. This was much better than the rooms in the Florida house where no one could open the door from the outside. Here, ArchAngel could open and close, lock and unlock all doors. He pulled the door open, and the lights came on, and he peered around her closet.
Her pistols, leather pants, and her protective chest piece were missing. Her Katana was on it’s stand. John turned, stopped and then looked back. Her shorter wakizashi was missing.
So, it was probably humans, not Forsaken.
John closed the door, “Thank you ArchAngel.” He heard the doors lock behind him and turned to her master suite bath. It, like all of her rooms, was huge. He stepped in and noticed an envelope, and a piece of notebook paper with writing.
John stepped over to her sink area, triple wide with two sinks and a large area between for makeup and other stuff. John figured it was a bit much. Bethany Anne rarely wore more than a little blush and maybe some lipstick.
He read the note, written in blue crayon in a child’s handwriting.
“Mrs. Anne,
I’m not sure you can help, but my father is in trouble. My mother was taken by bad people who hurt her, and then hurt my dad.
They want him to help them because he works on science and they want something. They made him promise not to tell the police.
Since he can’t tell anyone, and I can’t tell them either, I thought maybe someone powerful like you could help my mom and my dad.
If not, I understand. I know you are pretty busy with your ships and stuff.
Thank you for listening,
Anne.
p.s., I love your last name, it is the same as my first name.”
John could see the smearing where Bethany Anne’s tear must have soaked into the page. He shook his head, grabbed the letter’s envelope with the address and started walking out of her suite.
John now knew the approximate where and the why now he had to figure out the what to do about it.
He reached up to hold down the small microphone’s call button on his collar, “This is John, our Queen is AWOL.”
WE HAVE CONTACT Snippet 13 of …
Clan Temple Near Shennongjia Peak, Hubei
Sun Zedong, ex-General in the PLA, sat in a restful pose in the temple of the Sacred Clan, his eyes closed. One might be forgiven for believing he was at peace sitting there in the dim candlelight, shadows playing on the stone walls hewn out of the sacred rock. It was but an illusion.
Zedong was biding his time, as Sun Tzu taught. Take the measure of your enemy and strike from a position of power, not ignorance.
After his somewhat unexpected rescue by the Leopard Empress, Stephanie Lee, Zedong was happy to not have his head on the Governmental chopping block.
Now, Zedong was determined to put it back on the chopping block for the sake of his country and his people.
He could barely hear the soft footfalls of the feet approaching when his name was called, “Zedong, the Empress would like to speak with you.”
Sun Zedong opened his eyes, a bell reverberating outside the mountain temple, calling to those who worshiped in this forsaken place, and nodded his understanding.
—
Zedong kept his thoughts clear, his worries under his conscious thought. There had already been too many little tells which suggested to him that someone in the group, perhaps the Empress, could read minds.
He nodded to the two guards at the door to her suite. They allowed him entrance. Truly, there was little he could do to the woman. She had already displayed her ability to change, the high healing rate of those who followed her and the speed of her attacks.
He was but a baby compared to her.
Then, there was her father, who rarely was more than a few steps away from her.
Stephanie Lee was wearing a white robe, with green embroidery of a leopard going up her right side. The opposite side of the gown was unadorned. She was sitting down, a table in front of her with two pillows for those who would join her. He stepped in front, bowed, and then stepped to the pad on the left when she nodded in recognition.
“General Sun,” she started, “we have waited as long as we might for those in power to relax. We cannot wait longer, as my enemy grows in strength. Who was it, the British Prime Minister who said, ‘Ask me for anything but time?’”
“No, my Empress,” he answered, “It was the French leader, Napoleon.”
“Yes, thank you.” She nodded her acceptance of his correction. “I have a need for your services, General. It is for this and other things which I saved you. Is this understood?”
“Yes, my Empress,” Zedong replied, “I understood that you would use my contacts and capabilities to move the Sacred Clans efforts forward.” He pursed his lips and added, “It is a logical contract requirement for saving my life.”
Stephanie Lee looked at the General.
Yin, can you tell if he is lying? Stephanie Lee asked.
No. He is as calm on the surface of his thoughts as one who is telling the truth or a consummate liar.
Then we will send insurance.
“Ting?” Stephanie Lee spoke loudly, then waited. Zedong was not surprised when the simple-looking peasant female arrived moments later.
“Yes, Empress?”
“You and General Sun will take a helicopter as transportation, and go meet with some of his contacts. See who we can persuade that the future is with the Sacred Clan, not the present selfishly-focused political leaders of our nation.”
“Yes, Empress.” Ting bowed low.
Zedong bowed also and rose fluidly up to follow the shorter woman out of the suite. It was some time before he allowed himself the barest amount of hope.
The Leopard Empress had provided a simple peasant to monitor his movements.
There was no way, he figured, that she would have any idea of the more sophisticated discussions he might have with his contacts.
QBS ArchAngel, The Bitches’ Workout Area
The practice room was relatively large, with a viewing area protected with transparent, unbreakable glass off to one side for eight to sit and watch those fighting on the floor.
But the whole room was empty save for two friends. Two friends who had literally been on their own highway to hell tracking Forsaken and Nosferatu across the United States years back. The road ending in the Florida Everglades.
Where John’s life had been ending, his own knife jammed into his chest by the last Nosferatu the group had been fighting. The four of them had been able to handle one, but two Nosferatu had been one too many for everyone to survive the encounter.
John had taken the hit, as he wanted to if anyone was going to go down. These men had been his brothers, his kin, and he was ok if it was his blood that would be spilled to keep them alive.
Until Bethany Anne.
She had come in like a demon savior, eyes glowing red. His friend, Eric, standing in front of him, yanking the blade out of his chest as Bethany Anne provided her life-giving blood to heal him.
Now, his friend wanted to do something dangerous, something John was trying desperately to talk him out of, “Are you nucking futs, Eric?” John asked him, scratching his chin. “Of all the Gott Verdammt stupid ass ideas to get a woman’s attention, I cannot suggest kicking her ass as the one I would pick buddy.”
Eric shrugged and grinned slightly, “I can’t say I’m looking forward to the meetings with Bethany Anne and Stephen after you, either.” Eric leaned to his side to stretch. “But I have to make sure she knows, deep in her bones, that the Eric I am now isn’t the Eric she helped save back in Costa Rica.”
“And the one with the puppy dog complex?” John asked, stretching as well.
“Yeah, that one too,” Eric answered. “Look, I get it, she’s five centuries old. But think about it, the one thing I won’t need to worry about is forgetting her birthday. She won’t want to be reminded at all.”
John chuckled, “I guess that’s one way to think about it. But that probably means the other three hundred and sixty-four days are open for gifts, now.”
“And I’m fine with that,” he replied as he got up, “Now, other than telling me this is a bad idea, what can you do to help me prepare?”
“Alright brother, but half of this is going to be about getting back up,” John said, and his face went from caring to maniacal. “Brother, you are going to meet my friends,” John said as he put up his left arm in a pose, “Pain,” John turned his head to his right arm striking a pose, his muscles showing, “and destruction.”
to be continued…
FROM MICHAEL >>> This is it…the LAST Snippet before we release WE HAVE CONTACT within the next 72 hours…I suspect possibly 48! I hope you have enjoyed the snippets and are ready for a little more Bethany Anne, John, Eric, Yuko, and….
