THE GIRL
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
INTO THE PAST
My interview with a nut-case wasn’t unusual during my work week. Being chief operating officer of the largest patent attorney‘s office in Washington, left me little choice but to interview most of the nut-case propositions. In front of my desk, sat a small helicopter like device with two seats in it. On the outside were whirling radius objects that sped so fast around the small machine, sounds of what might be gun fire, exploded in my office as the whirling objects broke the sound barrier.
“Enough already, you should hear this with my hearing aids on,” I said.
The cute blonde operator dressed in a tight silk tee shirt and hot pants opened the porthole,
“What about it Mr. Charlton, want to see yourself again when you were twenty.?”
“I don’t take dares without being serious, Judy. Move your tight “you know” over, I’m coming aboard.”
“Are you sure your heart can handle a trip through time?”
“With what your flashing at me, lass, if I can handle that, I’m up to the ride.”
“Now don’t take this as being forward, Mr. Charlton, but the seat is so small, I’ll need to sit on your lap to close the cockpit. Any issues with that?”
“Not on my part if you’re used to elevator rides.”
“Sounds interesting, I’m closing the hatch. Oops, sorry about brushing your cheek.”
“It seems to me, you could manage to keep those puppies in order.”
“I’m trying, you can only do so much with a pair of 38’s.What time period?’
“Late fall, 1955, University of Miami campus.’
“Here we go, hold on tight.”
“I would but you have my arms pinned to my side.”
“Oops again , I need to adjust the seat handle, it’s under your right leg. Just a
minute.”
:”Take all the time you need Judy, I’m not in any hurry.”
“Thank you for being polite. I think I finally reached the handle.”
“Judy,”
“What?’
“That’s not the handle your looking for.“
“Oh it isn’t, too bad.”
“Judy, start this damn thing.”
“My but you’re anxious, Mr. Charlton. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world unless
you pleaded with me.”
“Okay, Judy, I’m in your hands, but you can forget about the hurt issue.”
“Got it sir, cleared for take off.”
“So am I.”
Smoke and noise filled the room, the plaster on the walls cracked from the heat and then the machine disappeared. Three weeks later with not a sign of the time machine, Miss Bristle Butt, Charlton’s executive secretary filed a missing persons report. Then a telegram surfaced from 1955, with faded writing,
As Miss Bristle opened it, a smile erupted across her craggy brow,
“Miss Bristle, having a wonderful time, be back in the spring. Get that worthless son of mine and put him to work again. Tell him his bonus will be a six week trip with Judy, I’m not selfish about sharing things, especially with junior. Oh yes, and order six refills on my prescription.”
NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART SEVEN
As Doug’s crippled F16 limped across the sky toward Denver’s airport, he
continued to lose altitude. Worse than that, Natasha lost consciousness from her wounds
despite all her efforts to stop the bleeding.,
Bill, can you hear me?’
“Of course Doug.”
“Natasha’s fainted, it doesn’t look good. I’m going to increase speed to 600,
drop to eight thousand and make one shot to the runway.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“It’s the only way she’ll make it, she needs immediate care before she bleeds to
death.. There’re assembling a small hospital in the terminal to save time.”
“Go for it,” yelled Vince, “that’s great idea and good luck”
Denver airport replied, “We have a lock, at ten miles, I’ll notify, drop back to
three hundred. At five miles, drop to landing speed. You’re cleared to come in dead stick
if necessary. Ambulances and doctors already at the field.”
The F16 roared toward the airport at a thundering speed, Doug’s handling of the
plane was masterful, even so he used all but three hundred feet of concrete before he
managed to stop with a side skid that almost flipped the aircraft.. At the last moment the
nose wheel collapsed, sparks flew everywhere but no fire started.
Opening the hatch, medical personnel treated Natasha with transfusion and
oxygen. However her heart suddenly stopped. Two doctors used a heart defibrillator and
shocked her to a feeble beat. Vince had climbed a front end loader on the opposite side of
the doctors and talked in her ear quietly, After twenty minutes, her vitals were strong
enough to transport to the nearest hospital.
A doctor by the name of Don Adams rode in the ambulance with Vince and two
nurses,
“Clinically, I thought she wouldn’t make it when you were whispering to her.
What did you tell her?“
I told her I loved her, would cherish her and could out run her and swim faster
than she could. I’d figured she make it just to prove me wrong.”
“Well obviously you stirred her up.”
“I know I did, I‘ll have hell to pay when she wakes up.”
“I seriously doubt that. She’s a real beauty and her will power, well you’ve seen a
sample.”
“Seriously doctor, how long will it take her to recuperate?”
“Less than two weeks. The wounds aren’t that bad, she almost died from lack of
blood, not the injury. I‘m tempted to asked you something.?
“Let it rip doctor.”
“Have you and your girlfriend personally started WW III? You’re all over the
news.”
“It certainly seems like it the last two days, however you will be sworn to secrecy
by the military.”
“I realize that. We’re using the service entrance to the hospital to shake the
reporters. I just want to say, God Speed and good luck to you while we’re in a private
talk.”
“And I thank you for your medical skill, I’m sure I speak for, for …………..”
“Natasha’s the name son, in case you forgot. They briefed us before your plane
arrived. That was quite a landing, I am a retired colonel in the air force.”
“How about paying some attention to the patient.”
‘Thank God you’re awake Nat.”
“Oh, I‘ve been listening for a minute or two. Is Doug okay? I blacked out before
we landed.”
“If not for Doug, you wouldn’t have made it Nat, he‘s fine and on the way here by
car..”
“I had the strangest dream Vince, you wouldn’t believe how unusual.”
“I’d like to hear about it. but right now we’re pulling up to the hospital and I’m
sure you’ll be very busy. I won’t leave your side love, until we can talk“
“She‘s out again Vince,” Dr. Adams said. “I’ll make sure you can stay by her
side. We don’t want to lose her now.” . :
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INTO THE PAST
My interview with a nut-case wasn’t unusual during my work week. Being chief operating officer of the largest patent attorney‘s office in Washington, left me little choice but to interview most of the nut-case propositions. In front of my desk, sat a small helicopter like device with two seats in it. On the outside were whirling radius objects that sped so fast around the small machine, sounds of what might be gun fire, exploded in my office as the whirling objects broke the sound barrier.
“Enough already, you should hear this with my hearing aids on,” I said.
The cute blonde operator dressed in a tight silk tee shirt and hot pants opened the porthole,
“What about it Mr. Charlton, want to see yourself again when you were twenty.?”
“I don’t take dares without being serious, Judy. Move your tight “you know” over, I’m coming aboard.”
“Are you sure your heart can handle a trip through time?”
“With what your flashing at me, lass, if I can handle that, I’m up to the ride.”
“Now don’t take this as being forward, Mr. Charlton, but the seat is so small, I’ll need to sit on your lap to close the cockpit. Any issues with that?”
“Not on my part if you’re used to elevator rides.”
“Sounds interesting, I’m closing the hatch. Oops, sorry about brushing your cheek.”
“It seems to me, you could manage to keep those puppies in order.”
“I’m trying, you can only do so much with a pair of 38’s.What time period?’
“Late fall, 1955, University of Miami campus.’
“Here we go, hold on tight.”
“I would but you have my arms pinned to my side.”
“Oops again , I need to adjust the seat handle, it’s under your right leg. Just a
minute.”
:”Take all the time you need Judy, I’m not in any hurry.”
“Thank you for being polite. I think I finally reached the handle.”
“Judy,”
“What?’
“That’s not the handle your looking for.“
“Oh it isn’t, too bad.”
“Judy, start this damn thing.”
“My but you’re anxious, Mr. Charlton. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world unless
you pleaded with me.”
“Okay, Judy, I’m in your hands, but you can forget about the hurt issue.”
“Got it sir, cleared for take off.”
“So am I.”
Smoke and noise filled the room, the plaster on the walls cracked from the heat and then the machine disappeared. Three weeks later with not a sign of the time machine, Miss Bristle Butt, Charlton’s executive secretary filed a missing persons report. Then a telegram surfaced from 1955, with faded writing,
As Miss Bristle opened it, a smile erupted across her craggy brow,
“Miss Bristle, having a wonderful time, be back in the spring. Get that worthless son of mine and put him to work again. Tell him his bonus will be a six week trip with Judy, I’m not selfish about sharing things, especially with junior. Oh yes, and order six refills on my prescription.”
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART SIX
Vince could see the missile trail approach his plane. It seemed to be gaining on the F16 Fighting Falcon. So much for outrunning it. ‘Now what?’ he thought
“Hold on your teeth,” Bill announced as he flew straight up, bellied over and descended at an enormous speed. The missile followed like a well trained puppy, Bill deployed an anti-plane heat seeker and destroyed it.
“One down, one to go,” Vince said.
“You think, you’re wrong, two more show on the screen, that’s six.”
“Bill, Bill can you hear me?”
“Yeah Doug, you okay?”
“Kind of . Question? Natasha wants to use the cannon.”
“For God’s sake, let her. Any kills yet?’
“One and you?”
“Same, that leaves four more. Got to go.”
Vince saw two vapor trails winding through the azure sky, zig zaging trying to keep up with the F16,
“Let me at the cannon Bill.”
“Okay, I’ll maneuver for a pass. You’ll have about three seconds. Ready?”
Vince came close to bye-bye land from the G force but held on. “There’s no way I’ll hit anything at this speed,’ he thought but after the pass and one missile exploded, he did a thumbs up to Bill.
“Bill?’
“Yeah Doug, what’s up?”
“Natasha nailed a second one, but it exploded close to the plane and we’re hit with shrapnel in the fore cabin. She’s been injured but waving okay to me. She is one hell of a woman.”
“You better nail the third one Doug and get down under thirty thousand.”
“Got it chief.”
“Vince, we have to end this, we’re going head to head. Aim true buddy.”
With a flat one eighty, Bill’s radar gun site settled in on the last missile and he fired again. The F16, literally catapulted though the fireball and kicked ass toward Doug’s plane. Launching his last heat seeker, Bill yelled at Doug,
“Full power Doug, we don’t want the heat seeker to get confused.”
The last explosion was sweet victory. Bill chased after Doug and they flew side by side. Natasha weakly waved at Vince.
“Doug, head to Denver International. I’ll clear you through and follow.”
“Another problem Bill, I’m having trouble keeping this crate airborne. We’ve got rips everywhere and they‘re getting worse by the minute“
“Okay, okay, Doug. I‘ll fly under and give you some more lift. Drop speed to three fifty, radar shows less than one hundred and fifty miles to landing. Will the air boost help?”
“Yes, but it‘s so dangerous flying on top of each other, do we have other options?“
‘Afraid not Doug, just keep her steady and don’t change power. If you start to dip, I’ll compensate.”
The control tower at Denver gathered around the screen, including the airport manager, eyes fixated on a most unusual sight.
“How close are they flying?” Warren Upright asked.
“Near as I can tell chief, less than six feet apart They‘re traveling slow, about three
hundred or so.”
“What happens when they approach, Frank?”
.”The F16 underneath will shoot out from under at about 100 feet above ground. It’s a hair-raising maneuver. Especially for a heavy attack plane like the 16.“ .
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Sunday, September 4, 2016
NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART FIVE
By the time the police arrived with ambulances and military and they finished
their probe, it was four o’clock in the morning. As Vince pulled away in the first Range
Rover, the other two followed closely. A hazy sun had just appeared when they pulled
into McConnell AFB. Met by a bird colonel, Vince and Natasha were given the base
commander’s house to stay in.
“Do you want a cup of coffee, Nat?”
She started to tear up, :“My Father always called me Nat. I loved it. My Mother
hated the nickname because it rhymed with Rat. He passed several years ago from
cancer and I miss him so. Is it fate you called me?”
“Let’s just skip the coffee, we both need a shower.”
“As you say in America, I know how to economize.”
“And how is that?”
“Two people, one shower, saves water.”
“I‘ve always been a champion of economy.”
“I bet you have, you little devil. Okay as long as you wash my back,” Natasha said.
“Consider it done.”
Both had bathrobes on and stared at the tiny show, tree feet by three feet.
“We need to be contortionists, Nat said.”
“Watch me.” Vince entered first and spread himself tight to the tile wall. Natasha
followed spoon type and was barely able to reach the controls. Immense giggling and
laughter erupted as they bathed each other.
“How many times have you done this?”
“Never,” Vince answered.
“Oh come on you expect me to believe this? What about a first kiss?”
It was nine in the morning when they settled in bed and Vince just held her tight
and stroked her damp hair till she fell asleep. The jangle of the phone awoke both and
Vince answered the phone.
“Breakfast is coming in fifteen minutes, we better throw some clothes on.”
Natasha threw the sheets off her sculptured frame and crooked her finger toward
Vince,
“Breakfast can wait outside, I have a better idea.”
week since they had eaten and they devoured everything in sight. A polite note
from the base commander suggested dinner at six and they were to be transferred to
Edwards AFB in California. Edwards had dispatched two F16B Fighting Falcons to
McConnell. They were two seat fighter jets, fully armed and had Mack 2 speed capacity at
50,000 feet.
“Boy, they must think you’re platinum. I certainly do.” Vince quipped.
Natasha gave him a special look and he quit teasing.
“We don’t have any clothes to wear to dinner“.
“ We never got our luggage. It was in the Rover they destroyed,” Vince said, “I’ll
call the base and ask.”.
He had an intense look as he listened, then broke in a wide grin,
“Guess what Nat?”
“Tell me what I’m going to wear to dinner?”
“There’s a service vehicle pulling up in the driveway. Some of the wives have sent
clothes over for you to try. The PX is also staying open if you need them.”
“That’s really sweet of the ladies to help, I’m sure I’ll find something.”
The base commander drove them to the runway after dinner where their planes
were parked. Vince took one look at the fighters and knew the Air Force was taking every
caution possible. Vince climbed in one fighter, Natasha the other, she felt at home in the
trainer seat up front. Vince on the other hand was apprehensive. .
As the planes catapulted off the runway and did vertical climbs to 50,000 feet,
Vince almost lost his dinner. They flew in formation style, close enough to wave to each
other. An uneventful flight was interrupted as Natasha’s pilot broke silence and talked to
the other plane,
“Do you see them on your screen?”
“Yes, looks like four missiles were launched ten seconds ago. Bill are you
suggesting we outrun them?”
“Yes, stay in touch. Deploy your anti ship missiles immediately. Burn it Joe.”
Vince felt the G’s push him to the back of his seat. Noise split the cabin like a run-
a-way freight train and he came close to blacking out as the plane soared to 53,000 feet at
Mach 2.2. He felt a desperate need for Natasha.
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NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART FIVE
By the time the police arrived with ambulances and military and they finished
their probe, it was four o’clock in the morning. As Vince pulled away in the first Range
Rover, the other two followed closely. A hazy sun had just appeared when they pulled
into McConnell AFB. Met by a bird colonel, Vince and Natasha were given the base
commander’s house to stay in.
“Do you want a cup of coffee, Nat?”
She started to tear up, :“My Father always called me Nat. I loved it. My Mother
hated the nickname because it rhymed with Rat. He passed several years ago from
cancer and I miss him so. Is it fate you called me?”
“Let’s just skip the coffee, we both need a shower.”
“As you say in America, I know how to economize.”
“And how is that?”
“Two people, one shower, saves water.”
“I‘ve always been a champion of economy.”
“I bet you have, you little devil. Okay as long as you wash my back,” Natasha said.
“Consider it done.”
Both had bathrobes on and stared at the tiny show, tree feet by three feet.
“We need to be contortionists, Nat said.”
“Watch me.” Vince entered first and spread himself tight to the tile wall. Natasha
followed spoon type and was barely able to reach the controls. Immense giggling and
laughter erupted as they bathed each other.
“How many times have you done this?”
“Never,” Vince answered.
“Oh come on you expect me to believe this? What about a first kiss?”
It was nine in the morning when they settled in bed and Vince just held her tight
and stroked her damp hair till she fell asleep. The jangle of the phone awoke both and
Vince answered the phone.
“Breakfast is coming in fifteen minutes, we better throw some clothes on.”
Natasha threw the sheets off her sculptured frame and crooked her finger toward
Vince,
“Breakfast can wait outside, I have a better idea.”
week since they had eaten and they devoured everything in sight. A polite note
from the base commander suggested dinner at six and they were to be transferred to
Edwards AFB in California. Edwards had dispatched two F16B Fighting Falcons to
McConnell. They were two seat fighter jets, fully armed and had Mack 2 speed capacity at
50,000 feet.
“Boy, they must think you’re platinum. I certainly do.” Vince quipped.
Natasha gave him a special look and he quit teasing.
“We don’t have any clothes to wear to dinner“.
“ We never got our luggage. It was in the Rover they destroyed,” Vince said, “I’ll
call the base and ask.”.
He had an intense look as he listened, then broke in a wide grin,
“Guess what Nat?”
“Tell me what I’m going to wear to dinner?”
“There’s a service vehicle pulling up in the driveway. Some of the wives have sent
clothes over for you to try. The PX is also staying open if you need them.”
“That’s really sweet of the ladies to help, I’m sure I’ll find something.”
The base commander drove them to the runway after dinner where their planes
were parked. Vince took one look at the fighters and knew the Air Force was taking every
caution possible. Vince climbed in one fighter, Natasha the other, she felt at home in the
trainer seat up front. Vince on the other hand was apprehensive. .
As the planes catapulted off the runway and did vertical climbs to 50,000 feet,
Vince almost lost his dinner. They flew in formation style, close enough to wave to each
other. An uneventful flight was interrupted as Natasha’s pilot broke silence and talked to
the other plane,
“Do you see them on your screen?”
“Yes, looks like four missiles were launched ten seconds ago. Bill are you
suggesting we outrun them?”
“Yes, stay in touch. Deploy your anti ship missiles immediately. Burn it Joe.”
Vince felt the G’s push him to the back of his seat. Noise split the cabin like a run-
a-way freight train and he came close to blacking out as the plane soared to 53,000 feet at
Mach 2.2. He felt a desperate need for Natasha.
.
He had an intense look as he listened, then broke in a wide grin,
“Guess what Nat?”
“Tell me what I’m going to wear to dinner?”
“There’s a service vehicle pulling up in the driveway. Some of the wives have sent
clothes over for you to try. The PX is also staying open if you need them.”
“That’s really sweet of the ladies to help, I’m sure I’ll find something.”
The base commander drove them to the runway after dinner where their planes
were parked. Vince took one look at the fighters and knew the Air Force was taking every
caution possible. Vince climbed in one fighter, Natasha the other, she felt at home in the
trainer seat up front. Vince on the other hand was apprehensive. .
As the planes catapulted off the runway and did vertical climbs to 50,000 feet,
Vince almost lost his dinner. They flew in formation style, close enough to wave to each
other. An uneventful flight was interrupted as Natasha’s pilot broke silence and talked to
the other plane,
“Do you see them on your screen?”
“Yes, looks like four missiles were launched ten seconds ago. Bill are you
suggesting we outrun them?”
“Yes, stay in touch. Deploy your anti ship missiles immediately. Burn it Joe.”
Vince felt the G’s push him to the back of his seat. Noise split the cabin like a run-
a-way freight train and he came close to blacking out as the plane soared to 53,000 feet at
Mach 2.2. He felt a desperate need for Natasha.
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Monday, August 29, 2016
NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART FOUR
As the four Range Rovers left the airport runway, some reporters jumped in their
cars and tried to follow. But while the gates of the runway area allowed the four FBI
vehicles to slip through, they snapped shut entrapping the gaggle of reporters trying to
give chase. Destination Wichita, McConnell AFB, a hundred and five miles southwest
of Kansas City, seemed safe enough for Natasha and Vince to regain their bearings.
A network of Russian spies who had broken the FBI intelligence system nation
wide, felt otherwise. Twenty miles west of Kansas City, tucked away in a non-descript
large barn, ancient in appearance, a stolen Bell Super Cobra twin engine attack
helicopter had left at the same time as Natasha and Vince’s caravan cleared the airport.
Forty miles out of Kansas City, the helicopter took up position above the highway
to Wichita, approximately 400 feet above ground, waiting for its prey. Armed with 5 inch
Zuni rockets and a 20 mm M197 Gatling gun, the Cobra took full use of the moonlight
and dropped down to firing range. .
Inside the third Range Rover,
“What kind of weapons does this British beast carry?” Vince said
The driver answered,
“Mounted to an arm that extends from the rear of the Range Rover, we carry a
M240 machine gun. Are you familiar with it?”
“Yes, Yes.” Vince and Natasha both answered.
“My name’s Robert,” the driver said, are you worried about an attack?”
“I’m always cautious,” Vince said.
“I am trained as a killing machine,” Natasha answered. “How quickly can the
M240 be operative?”
The driver turned to Vince, “About 45 seconds, are you both former Seals?”
“Might as well think that.” Vince hugged Natasha around her shoulder.:
The highway opened up to wheat fields on both sides, the light from a full moon,
gleamed off the black Range Rovers. Vince leaned up and talked to the driver,
“We’re the third vehicle in this caravan, we need to be last, signal behind you and
have him move up.”
Vince somehow either heard the helicopter above them or sensed danger. Either
way, the caravan changed places..
“Now drop back another hundred feet.”
“Can you tell me why?”
“Never mind, do it.”
With the last sentence, the noise of the attacking Cobra became louder. The third
vehicle in the caravan disappeared in an instant h a fury of fire from a direct hit of two
Zuni rockets. Vince climbed over the back seat,
“Move it, I’m going to take the wheel. He swerved off the highway nd looked for
cover in the wheat field. The other two vehicles went in opposite directions. Vince
realized a second Range Rover was dead meat and prayed it wasn‘t his. They screeched
to a halt and deployed the .M240.
“Do you want the first round, Natasha?”
. “No, I’ll feed, you fire.”
The sound of the Super Cobra increased and Vice with a range of 880 yards had
only a moment to save a second Range Rover. He saw the copter hover for a few
seconds to fire two more Zuni’s. At that moment Vince fired about three hundred rounds
at the Cobra. They had made a fatal decision to hover and fire. The copter exploded in a
mass ball of fire. The Zuni’s plowed through an acre of wheat and exploded about two
hundred feet from one of the Rovers.
Out of his peripheral vision, Vince saw the pilot miraculously ,leap from the
copter and hit the ground a safe distance away. He was still on fire and managed to roll
through the wheat and put the fire out. Natasha sprinted across the field to see what
information she might squeeze out of the dying pilot.
Natasha drew closer, the pilot managed to pull his pistol out. Instead of firing at
Natasha, he placed his own gun to his ear and pulled the trigger. So much for
information. He was burned so badly, she hesitated to be sure he was dead and then
walked back to Vince. The other Rovers circled Vince and Natasha as the FBI chief,
Brian McCloud stepped out,
“The two of you saved all of us from certain death. Will you escort to Mc
Connell, we’ll follow.”
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Tuesday, August 9, 2016
NATASHA IVANOFF
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS.
PART THREE
The flight cabin hummed with activity with Natasha broadcasting “Mayday, Mayday,” and Vince filling her in on what went on in the rear of the plane. Finally an answer from the Kansas City Airport,
“What‘s wrong?:”
Natasha handed the phone to Vince,
“We had an attempted hijacking here but it was thwarted.”
“Any medical emergency?”
“Yes, both pilots are dead. two federal agents shot, three agents dead along with six dead hijackers.”
“Sounds like a war, let me connect to the airport manager, but I’ll continue. What about plane condition and who’s flying it?”
Natasha quickly jumped in.,
“I am Natasha Ivanoff. I have a multi engine active license.”
‘Plane condition please?
“Windows blown out, oxygen masks on. Request permission to lower altitude.”
“I have you, see new coordinates, Drop slowly to 18,000 feet and switch auto pilot back on. We’re clearing you in, approximately 45 minutes.”
Vince quickly entered the main cabin and made an announcement. A doctor approached him,
“These agents won’t last an hour, how soon can we land?”
“Forty five minutes according to Kansas City. Are you sure the other three agents are gone.?
“Unfortunately yes but one hijacker is still alive.”
“For God’s sake, keep him that way.”
“All I can do is try.”
As the plane approached the airport, ground control briefed Natasha on the landing procedure. She responded calmly as he ran her through all the instruments, length of runway and wind direction. The plane made a dead approach and at two thousand feet, the auto pilot switched off. All traffic had been diverted, emergency equipment stood by.
Wheels touched the runway once, airborne, touched a second time, airborne for a moment and then the plane settled to the runway. Natasha flew a plane four times the size of any she had any experience with. She reversed pitch, used the engines for brakes, swerved once slightly on the runway and then eased to a perfect stop close to the end of the runway with only 120 feet to spare.
Emergency equipment, medical ambulances waited as the door opened. Swat teams entered first, then medical. The landing was broadcast with a live feed to Fox News as well as major networks. So much for cover for Vince and Natasha, as they remained on the plane while the agents and one hijacker were attended to. Natasha hesitated in front of the main cabin and waved to the grateful passengers as they exited next..
Two FBI agents entered the plane,
“Miss Ivanoff, Mr. Donahue, please stay on the plane with us for a moment. A request from the state department, it’s for your own safely. We need to get you away from the reporters who are here. You’re going to be national news and heroes. Unfortunately, according to the state department, we are to take you immediately to McConnell Air Force Base for security purposes.”
“How about some identification from you.”
The agents showed their papers to Vince. As the plane emptied, the bodies still remained. Four more agents entered the plane door and circled the couple as they descended the steps to waiting cars, four of which had their engines running.
The chief of then Kansas City FBI introduced himself,
“Brian McCloud,” he said. “after what you’ve been through, we’re taking extreme caution in traveling to Wichita.”.
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Monday, August 1, 2016
NATASHA IVANOV
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
PART TWO
Natasha held Vince close in the plane rest room,
“Our being together has been arranged by the Joint Chief Of Staff, and the Secretary Of State, high level stuff“.
“You mean we‘re dealing with the Russians? Pardon me for asking.”
“I understand the confusion, you see I’m a double agent working directly for the State Department.”
“Why did you need to put yourself in mortal danger?”
“Vince, thank you for being protective. I know you’re a retired Navy Seal with a brilliant record, but I’ll tell you why. I’m the one that hacked the Democratic National Committee.”
“Did you do that to gain more trust?”
“Exactly, but not completely. For over a year, I’ve been building a cyber juggernaut aimed at America, under direct orders from Putin.”
“Did you leave some vital parts out?”
“You’re catching on quick but my cover’s about to be blown and that’s why you’re here, to protect me while I finish my work.
“But I’m by myself, you know.”
“There are six men aboard this flight to help you. All have proven their worth.. Now we need to get out of here. I’m turning the scanner off. Make some noise and try to put some passion in it.”
Between the moans and the slams against the walls, both Vince and Natasha were laughing like school kids wondering what the plane’s passengers were thinking. With his tie at 30degrees, his shirt stuffed halfway in his pants and his hair all messed, Vince left first and calmly walked back to his seat, with 150 sets of eyes glued on him. Natasha followed with the same experience.
“Now make this look good,” she said as she cuddled, bit Vince on the ear and ran her hands all over him. Hw responded gladly until they heard an angry voice,
“I’m the last one to knock love,” the stewardess said, “but you two are causing so much disturbance on this plane, the captain has suggested if you don’t stop, you’re going to be handcuffed and ride in the baggage department, Savvy?“
“Is it air conditioned?”
“Mr. Donahue, that’s not at all funny.”
They settled from their antics and although Vince was dying for more information, he knew he couldn’t discuss it now with Natasha. His mind ran at full speed.. ’Why Fox News and why me?’ he thought. ‘This kind of skullduggery can’t be revealed to the public, even to Fox News. There has to be more to this than she’s telling me. And why am I totally captured? Do I miss the action I was trained for?‘
His mind snapped back to attention with the first shot. And the second shot brought all the Adrenalin pumping. Three men, obviously hijackers ran through first class. One spoke in broken English,
“Stay in your seat or you‘ll die”
Two of them shot the lock off the pilots door, entered and gunfire erupted immediately. More gunfire rang out in the business class. The third gunman was distracted for a moment and Vince moved like a panther, delivered a killing blow to the highjack’s neck, took his gun and cautiously crept to the open cabin door. One of the hijackers in the cabin looked up and was greeted by a bullet between his eyes from Vince’s gun. The second burst through the cabin door, firing his weapon. Vince dropped him with one shot.
Meanwhile, in the rear area, firing had ceased. Vince entered the flight deck, both pilots were dead, the plane had reverted to automatic pilot. Running to the rear, death was everywhere. One man stood, Victor leveled his pistol,
“Raise them,” he said.
The man did so,
‘I’m a federal marshal, there are six of us, the other five are down as well as three
hijackers.”
. The stewardesses checked all eight men, the hijackers were dead, three of the agents also, and two wounded.
“Who is flying the plane,” the marshal asked, “the automatic pilot is not on, I can tell.”
Vince ran through the aisle to the flight deck, the captain had been moved from his seat. In his place, Natasha sat, flying the plane.
“My God, do you know how to do this?”
“I am a licensed pilot, multiple engine but I’m not familiar with this large a plane.”
. .
Saturday, July 30, 2016
NATASHA IVANOV
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
Dead on his feet, Vince had covered both political conventions for Fox News. He settled back in his international. flight from Philadelphia to Australia, with a stop in Los Angeles and one in Hawaii. The seat was empty next to him and it surprised him because the flight was full. His first class ticket was courtesy of Fox and they gave him twenty grand as a bonus and three weeks off.
The plane‘s engines came to a roar but then settled down as the cabin door reopened and a vision entered. She was twenty five at the most, auburn hair with a figure to kill for. He checked her outfit, it was a habit of his and he guessed about eight grand worth with a two thousand dollar purse. His extra seat was the only one left and she slipped into it with a cultured smile, busied herself with her purse and note book.
He thought, ‘I’m captured’, but when she crossed her pins he knew heaven just watching her.
“Do you like what you see?”
He turned beet red and then a shade deeper if possible. Gathering his wit, he answered,
“That’s the most gorgeous suit I’ve ever seen on a woman.”
“I recognize you, Vincent ……”
“Vince Donahue at your service, and you?”
“Natasha Ivanov, I live in Washington and work at the Russian Embassy.”
“Are there any more girls in Russia that look anything like you.”
“Word game, can you answer your own question using one word.?”
“Hardly. It’s a good one when you need it.”
The stewardess leaned over in a scoop neck and asked, “Drinks?”
Vince looked at her pair and then at Natasha as if telecommunicating, “Two double vodka’s straight.”
“Amazing” she said, “do you read minds too?”
“I might if I care to. Were you at the convention?”
“Oh yes, I’m a specialist in cyber security and biometric identification.
“How’d you get in that field?”
“I was an exchange student a few yeas ago and went to MIT with a full scholarship and received my doctorate last year.”
“Good Lord, at your age?”
“I’m older than you think.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“One thing, it’s no accident I’m sitting next to you.”
“But………”
She leaned over and kissed him, deep and slow,
“’I’m headed to the restroom in the rear. Wait one minute, knock four times.”
He watched her slip down the aisle, counted to sixty and followed her. As he squeezed in next to her, he could smell her hair, he stood so close. His heart pounded with excitement as he looked into her eyes searching……
“Two good to be true?” she asked.
“Yes, what’s a foot?”
She put her forefinger to her lips, Opened her purse and pulled out a small electronic box and pushed a hidden button,
“All electronic activity has ceased within five feet of this box. Are you wearing a Rolex?”
“No, too flashy.”
“Then look at you watch.”
His second hand had ceased to work. His cell phone died and the light went out.
Even the battery emergency light failed to go on.
“It’s pitch black isn’t it? We can talk quietly now, no security risk,” Natasha said..
{Sorry…. To Be Continued.]
.
NATASHA IVANOV
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
Dead on his feet, Vince had covered both political conventions for Fox News. He settled back in his international. flight from Philadelphia to Australia, with a stop in Los Angeles and one in Hawaii. The seat was empty next to him and it surprised him because the flight was full. His first class ticket was courtesy of Fox and they gave him twenty grand as a bonus and three weeks off.
The plane‘s engines came to a roar but then settled down as the cabin door reopened and a vision entered. She was twenty five at the most, auburn hair with a figure to kill for. He checked her outfit, it was a habit of his and he guessed about eight grand worth with a two thousand dollar purse. His extra seat was the only one left and she slipped into it with a cultured smile, busied herself with her purse and note book.
He thought, ‘I’m captured’, but when she crossed her pins he knew heaven just watching her.
“Do you like what you see?”
He turned beet red and then a shade deeper if possible. Gathering his wit, he answered,
“That’s the most gorgeous suit I’ve ever seen on a woman.”
“I recognize you, Vincent ……”
“Vince Donahue at your service, and you?”
“Natasha Ivanov, I live in Washington and work at the Russian Embassy.”
“Are there any more girls in Russia that look anything like you.”
“Word game, can you answer your own question using one word.?”
“Hardly. It’s a good one when you need it.”
The stewardess leaned over in a scoop neck and asked, “Drinks?”
Vince looked at her pair and then at Natasha as if telecommunicating, “Two double vodka’s straight.”
“Amazing” she said, “do you read minds too?”
“I might if I care to. Were you at the convention?”
“Oh yes, I’m a specialist in cyber security and biometric identification.
“How’d you get in that field?”
“I was an exchange student a few yeas ago and went to MIT with a full scholarship and received my doctorate last year.”
“Good Lord, at your age?”
“I’m older than you think.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“One thing, it’s no accident I’m sitting next to you.”
“But………”
She leaned over and kissed him, deep and slow,
“’I’m headed to the restroom in the rear. Wait one minute, knock four times.”
He watched her slip down the aisle, counted to sixty and followed her. As he squeezed in next to her, he could smell her hair, he stood so close. His heart pounded with excitement as he looked into her eyes searching……
“Two good to be true?” she asked.
“Yes, what’s a foot?”
She put her forefinger to her lips, Opened her purse and pulled out a small electronic box and pushed a hidden button,
“All electronic activity has ceased within five feet of this box. Are you wearing a Rolex?”
“No, too flashy.”
“Then look at you watch.”
His second hand had ceased to work. His cell phone died and the light went out.
Even the battery emergency light failed to go on.
“It’s pitch black isn’t it? We can talk quietly now, no security risk,” Natasha said..
{Sorry…. To Be Continued.]
.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
ONE FOR THE GIPPER
ONE FOR THE GIPPER
Robert Buckley slammed the cabinet front shut,
‘Damn I’m out of coffee. You might know on Sunday’
Since he had no one to complain to, he hopped in his Maserati, gunned the
engine and woke up half the neighborhood on the way to the grocery. The store had
sparse customers at eight in the morning but only one checkout was operating, ‘go figure’
he thought.
He picked up a few other items and waited patiently in line, when a mis-trodden
young man burst in front of him and pulled a 45 and pointed it directly at the middle aged
cashier,
“Give me all your money,’ he said, “and be quick about it.”
People scattered as quickly as they could but Robert calmly picked up something
in his cart and firmly pressed it to the robber’s spine,
“This is a glock I’m holding against your back. You make one move and I’ll blow
your spine into pieces. Do you understand? You turn around, you’re a dead man.
I am detective Robert Buckley and I could care less whether you live or die.”
He pressed harder and the robber winced at the pain,
“Drop your gun very slowly, don’t move and place your hands on you head, easy
now.”
The man behind Robert stood there frozen in awe. Robert took his free hand and
pointed to the customer’s belt, which he quickly removed and stood by Robert,
“Now put your hands behind your back slowly,.” he told the gunman.
Robert shoved the Glock even harder against the robber’s spine. The customer
behind Robert quickly tied the robber‘s hands tightly with his belt and two more grabbed
the robber and called the police. The customers still in the store broke out in polite
applause as Robert held his Glock high for everyone to see,
“The zucchini are rather hard this time of year, don’t you think?”
Monday, June 27, 2016
MISS KITTY
MISS KITTY
MYSTERY CHIEF INSPECTOR
At three thirty in the morning, John Murphy’s front doorbell rang, not once but
four times. He hated that time of morning ever since he found it was the death hour that
more people die than any other. At his age he expected to run into the grim reaper at any
given moment. With high anxiety he cracked the door to see a small cradle decorated
with a ribbon, sitting on his front porch.
When he uncovered the blanket tucked around the cushion, a small calico kitten
looked up at him with her green jade eyes. Love entered John’s life as soon as he set his
eyes on her. He guessed her age at six weeks or so and decided to name her ’Miss Kitty’.
John was officially retired as chief detective on the Miami police department. However
he worked special assignments that the department felt he was uniquely qualified for.
Miss Kitty, even at the age of twelve weeks became an eager student of murder
and vice. Training films, she absorbed in multiple doses while John laboriously went over
details and clues he had witnessed during his tenure as chief inspector. Miss Kitty was
trained to look for the unusual at the scene of murder.
At first, the city complained that rules were not followed by allowing a cat to
inspect scenes of murder and malice. But by this time, Miss Kitty weighed an
impressive eighteen pounds and with her training and senses hundreds of times more
acute then man, she began finding obscure clues the detectives missed. The
understanding between Miss Kitty and John took on a mystic awareness and silent
communication took over
.It wasn’t that John could read Miss Kitty’s intentions but the opposite was true.
At a special award service at the Miami Police Department, Miss Kitty was deemed and
awarded the title of Mystery Chief Inspector, in front of the press and television cameras.
Next day national news picked up the story and Miss Kitty’s portrait hit the news stands
across the country.
Scotland Yard showed interest in her talents and invited her along with John to fly
across the pond to England for an interview. She was awarded the title in England as
‘Dame Miss Kitty.’ At that point, John received a call from the Secretary Of The Interior
in Washington. Upon reaching the capitol city, she was whished to the pentagon along
with John, and interviewed by the Secretary Of Defense.
John was exhausted by this time and Miss Kitty had started to lose weight and her
coat lost some of it’s brightness.
“It’s time we took a vacation, Miss Kitty. Where would you like to go?”
Miss Kitty trotted over to John’s computer and typed in ‘Disney World’. John
knew that might be a serious problem for the park allowed only service animals in the
public area. When he got off the phone with a friend who had a management position, he
was faced with a no decision, but the next day he received great news. He and Miss Kitty
were to be greeted by Mickey Mouse and Pluto and fifty some reporters.
At Disney World, Miss Kitty appeared anxious and restless and John began to
wonder,
‘She’s never been shy in public before, there has to be a good reason. I’ll put my
phone down for her to type’.
The press was quite amused but when John read what she had typed, he
swallowed his reaction and calmly asked for security.
“You say your cat typed this message on your computer?”
The security official began to laugh.
“Let me see that message please.” came from the vice president of Disney World.
“Evacuate the park,” he told security, “follow procedures but be quick about it“
John reread the message his ryes at first had trouble believing,
“I can sense explosives in several areas.”
“I’ll turn her lose,” John said, “but we need to be quick. It won’t be easy keeping
up with her.”
An hour went by, bomb squads has diffused six areas of explosives that if set off
could have caused the lives of hundreds of visitors.
Next morning Miss Kitty again reigned supreme on front pages around the world.
“You are one magnificent cat, Miss Kitty,” John announced.
“Thank you,” she typed. “does that mean fresh salmon for dinner?”
“You bet!”
[Look for future stories of Miss Kitty solving mysteries
Saturday, June 18, 2016
KERRY CHARLTON’S
MIKE HAMMER”S REVENGE
FINALE
Two white gorillas, each carried 250 pounds of muscle, appeared at the top of
the stairs. Confused that they might be seeing a drunken, domestic battle, they hurried
down to help. When they saw it was Ruth and Sam Spade, they reached for their steel,
but Mike cold-cocked the biggest and he tumbled down the narrow flight of stairs,
landing like a small Buick. The second goon had grabbed his rod but had little time to
use it, as Sam smashed the back of his head with his 38.
It didn’t slow him down much and he managed to fire one round which grazed
Ruth’s cheek. Mike placed his gun against the goons ear and squeezed the trigger. He fell
like a redwood tree and lay still on the stairwell.
“The hell with being the good guy,” Mike said.
The three charged up the stairs and burst through Big Jake’s door. Effie and Dee
Dee were tied to chairs and stripped nude. Big Jake held a long carving knife, tested with
his thumb for sharpness He laughed as he saw Ruth leading the gumshoes, both pistols
drawn and dripping blood from her cheek..
“Goodbye Jake“, she hollered and emptied both guns into his body. Amazingly,
he lunged toward her and managed to squeeze off one shot which blew a hole through
Ruth’s neck. He then staggered back and fell over his desk with enough lead in him to
cast an army of toy soldiers.
A dead stare overtook Ruth’s eyes as Sam took off his coat and gently laid it
across her body,
“Dames”, he said, “you never realize they can be heroic when they need to. He
kneeled next to her,
‘I’m going to miss you ‘doll face’, we all will.”
Mike took off his coat, covered Effie’s nakedness and untied her, moved over to
Dee Dee and covered her with his shirt and released her ropes. Both girls were still in
shock, having come close to being butchered by a mad man. .Sam remained by Ruth’s
body with a look of disbelief.
` The bouncer and four minions from the club entered the room cautiously, rods
drawn. Mike stood behind the door and stepped in view,
“It’s finished boys, the party’s over. There’s no sense in killing each other.”
The bouncer caught the fright in the eyes of the captured girls and dropped his
gun to the floor and mentioned for Big Jake’s thugs to do the same. “how many times I
wanted to kill him myself,’ the bouncer thought, as he remembered scenes like this, and
had seen what Jake could do to women.
Probably only the bouncer knew how much Jake really hated women The prettier
the girl , the more intense the hate consumed him. And now, all this was behind him, no
more cow tailing to Jake’s weird desires. ‘Dead men don‘t do sex,’ the bouncer thought..
A couple of patrons had called the police, they stormed the night club, releasing
the patrons who were more than happy to leave. Sgt. O’Malley climbed the back stairs
over one thug who had broken his neck with his fall down the stairs, another whose
brain had splattered across the upper part of the staircase. When O’Malley entered the
room, he sighted the partially covered Dee Dee and Effie, Big Jake lying across his desk
in a pool of blood. His body looked like a rancid piece of Swiss cheese. Then his eyes
really blinked, Sam Spade and Mike Hammer, were talking to a mountain of a man and
four more who looked like more thugs,
He noticed Ruth’s body lying on the floor,
“Anyone left breathing is under arrest,” O’Malley said. Five more police entered
Big Jake’s office. It resembled a black and white, where ten characters surrounded a
detective, while the story was laid out for the audience to understand. However O‘Malley
understood none of it and two gumshoes, two half dressed women and a bouncer and
four thugs were loaded in three police cars that headed downtown.
‘Lieutenant Houlihan’s gonna love this one,’ O’Malley thought as the cars sped to
their destination.
.
. . ..
Friday, June 10, 2016
Mike Hammer Part Three
MIKE HAMMER’S REVENGE
PART THREE
Begrudgingly, Ruth agreed to the plan, despite calling Mike psychotic to even
thing of the idea. When Dee Dee got whiff, she went shopping with Mike’s money, a C
note. Not to be outdone, Effie worked the same amount from Sam, calling it hazard
money. Both girls were lookers but disguised themselves in every day clothes and little
makeup. They presented themselves as efficient secretaries and office managers.
The meeting place was Mike‘s office in Hell‘s Kitchen close by to Jake’s dive,
The Easy Sixes. Ten o’clock on Saturday night the five including Ruth stood before the
door to Jake’s club. Dee Dee and Effie wore evening coats despite the summer breeze
through the trees.
“As I‘ve told you before Mike, Jake put the crunch on you. There’s no way I’m
going to let you in.”
Mike observed the six foot five bouncer, whispered to Dee Dee and stepped back.
She removed her coat, exposed a perfect body dressed in a silk, scoop neck black dress,
completely backless. Mike and Sam stood there speechless and gaped at her. She
slithered up to the bouncer like a cougar in heat, her moxie in full power ,
“Say hey, big daddy,” she said as she pressed her breast into his arm. “I like them
large don’t you see and I’ll save the last dance for you. All we‘re looking for is an easy
evening, Now step aside you gorgeous peace of mountain, Dee Dee’s gonna enter this
joint.”
Once inside, they were led to a private room with roulette, dice and floating
women through a smoke filled aura of sin. Ruth played her layback game like a spider
waiting for it’s prey. Big Jake plowed his way through the tuxedo’s and hookers to greet
them,
“So Mike you’re traveling in beautiful company tonight, don’t be stingy, introduce
me.”
Like all things in life, Mike’s plan flushed down the john. It wasn’t Ruth who
attracted Jake but both Effie and Dee Dee,
“I’m going to borrow your women, gum-shoes, just to show them off. Besides
you have Ruth to split between you, I doubt if she‘d mind. They’re in good hands, be sure
you enjoy yourselves and don’t worry, I’ll bring them back, piece by piece.”
With one arm around each girl, Big Jake made a swift exit.
“What in hell did he mean by that,” Sam asked.
“I know Jake,” Ruth said, “if you don’t move now he literally will bring them
back in a box.”
“Thanks Ruth,” Sam said, “are you carrying heat.”
“Strapped to both thighs, you wanna see for old times?”
“Damn it Ruth, be serious, are they in danger?”
“Well boys, I’m leaving to help. Are you coming or not?:”
The three exited the casino room each carrying double 38”s.
Mike knew the joint by heart as did Ruth. The three slipped though a hidden
passage way leading to a steep flight of stairs spilling out to a narrow hallway to Jake’s
private office..
“There will be at least two gorillas guarding his door,” Ruth said.
“And I didn’t agree to any murder,” Sam echoed.
“Anybody have an idea?” Mike said.
Ruth stopped them halfway up the stairs,
“I do.. Sam, pretend you’re strangling me, it shouldn’t be hard for you.”
As he leaned over and grabbed her throat, an echo like a dying timber wolf,
permeated the stairwell,
“AAAAGGGGHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHH.”
.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
MIKE HAMMER PART 2
MIKE HAMMER’S REVENGE
PART TWO
Sam Spade had nothing to loose, the Fat man had been tried for murder and
received a ten to twenty. On the otder hand, New York’s DA scheduled to try Miss
Wonderly for murder of Sam’s partner as well as conspiracy. So the meeting between
Sam and Mike Hammer with Angus Lockup, New York’s DA, was an unlikely match.
However Mike had discovered a flaw, Angus, the DA was power hungry and putting
away Big Jake with a crooked commissioner would make Angus a political fortune.
The New York Times’ headline screamed the next week,
‘District Attorney releases murder suspect Ruth Wonderly with only five thousand
dollar bond. New York in uproar, calls for firing DA.’
A meeting was arranged between Ruth, Sam and Mike in an obscure walk up bar
in Harlem, called the It’ll Do Club.
Ruth sat across from the two detectives, her aura filled the room and Mike had to
fight off the desire to sweep her off her feet. ’No wonder, Miss Wonderly was such a
powerful villain. Even I‘m starting to fall,’ Mike thought. Sam feigned no response to
Ruth but Mike saw the look in his eyes.
“Doll face,” Sam said, “you want to be free to go your evil ways, then team up
with us to get Big Jake.”
“I thought you said you’d wait for me, forever if need be.”
“Two can play your game, vixen. I just thought it was the polite thing to say at the
time.”
Mike almost choked on that line, ’God, what a crummy actor Sam Spade would
make.’
Mike interrupted the two,
‘You two can hash old memories but not on my time. Here’s the pitch Ruth. Dee
Dee and Mike, Effie and I will escort you to Jake’s place. We’ll introduce you, you be the
third woman.
“You’re crazy if you think I can entice that sleaze bag.”
“Hell Ruth, you could make a dead Indian hard and you know it. Otherwise it’s
twenty years in the slammer. Which is worse?”
“Okay, okay, just don’t push me, let me think.”
‘Since when did you think?’ Mike Hammer thought. ‘ You’re kind of woman,
double dealing murderess, maybe Big Jake will waste you, not much of a loss to
humanity.’ Mike was feeling the pain all over again from Mona Marie. ‘What a beauty to
have to die with six pieces of lead from my gat.’
Sam saw the effects of Mike fighting signs of remorse,
“Remember Mike,” San issued, “either it’s the quick or the dead. And you’re still
alive Don’t lose your edge now, you’re so close.”
“Okay boys,” Ruth said, “I’ll go for it. So lay it out for me. If I don’t like it, you’ll
have to change our deal. Savvy guys?”
“Agreed,” they said. “Lets get down and dirty. That’s the only way Big Jake is
going to turn cold..”
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Mike Hammer
MIKE HAMMER
Mike chose his footing carefully while trudging up the dingy four flights to his walkup overlooking ‘Hell’s Kitchen. A bullet in his left thigh and one to his rib cage, from a slinky blonde named Mona Marie, had left him bitter memories, despite her sexual perversions. Three weeks in a run down hospital didn’t improve his disposition. He should have known better but didn’t. The after glow of filling her body full of lead seemed to ease the pain some.
Inside his secretary waited with a copy of a police report, he begrudgingly scanned.
“What is this all about Dee Dee?”
“They‘re suspicious about your story of Mona Marie‘s connections to Big Jake and have an AP out on you.”
“Damn, so that‘s what the tail‘s all about.”
“Cool it Mike, you know you‘re clear.”
“Yeah, probably but Big Jake has connections, police commissioner connections.”
“Your hear that stomping up the stairs Dee?”
“Yep, fuzz is a comin’.”
Four hours later, Mike left the precinct office, free on his own recognizance. Big Jake ran drugs, girls, numbers and protection in Hell’s Kitchen since the early thirties. The depression only made him stronger, Payoff, booze and broads kept the police away, including Mel Harrison, the commissioner.
‘I’ll have to bring him down myself’, Mike thought, ‘but how?’
Jake ran his operation out of The Easy Sixes, a club located in an old wharf on the Hudson River. Safe and off limits to the police, the club emulated everything grotesque Hell’s Kitchen had to offer. One difference only, customers knew they were okay and that meant a lot to New York’s elite. Mike had been there many times in the mid thirties, now the war was on, New York turned it’s attention to more pressing matters.
Mike finally realized his plan was flawed and called his best friend,
Effie answered Sam’s phone,
“He’s not in Mike, he still mooning over Miss Ruth and took some time off, but I will tell him you called“
‘It‘s no wonder,’ Mike thought. ‘Sam took down the “Fat Man and Ruth Wonderly with him. God what a piece of double dealing, wanton woman.”.
Two days went by, with Mike healing fast, almost to normal. Sam called and they arranged a meeting.
“You old buzzard,” Mike said, “you finally over your tryst?”
“You’re a fine one to talk Mike, at least I didn’t let her plug me twice.”
“Ouch, it still hurts.”
“Your ass or your pride?”
“A little of both, maybe. Enough of this, are you interested in taking Big Jake down?”
“You and what army?”
“I am serious Sam.“
“You have a death wish Mike or just insane?”
Neither, but I do have a plan.”
To Be Continued
Friday, April 29, 2016
THE RESURRECTION OF DR. MONTGOMERY AND THE CLONES
[ SYNOPSIS ]
[Three years had passed since Brad Pennington and his sister Jennifer had battled
the insane Dr. Montgomery and twelve of his clones in Mt. Moriah Cemetery. Brad’s
Irish ancestors had risen from the dead in full battle dress to even the odds. The time span
had done little to heal Brad or his sister’s memories.]
One of those early spring weekends descended upon the City Of Brotherly Love
and Brad and his sister Jennifer, packed a picnic lunch and headed downtown to the
historical district. The stress of battling Dr. Montgomery in four separate encounters, still
showed in both their faces but they were survivors cut from the cloth of liberty. No one
but Brad realized how important his sister had been when she stepped back into his life.
Of course, losing his wife to the mad genius, forever changed him but Jen had
gathered the remnants of his mind and healed him, not as a replacement but more like a
close companion, reminiscent of their early childhood. It was her awareness that sunny
spring day that allowed him an instant before six more clones, three exactly like Brad, the
other three like Jennifer, staged an attack once again in full sight of families strolling
Independence Park.
Brad had adopted modern warfare and pulled his Glock 37 pistol and aimed at
his exact image and squeezed the trigger. Before he could fire again, he was knocked
unconscious. When he awoke, the police, fire department ambulance and curious, always
the curious surrounded him.
“Where is Jen?”
“She’s been abducted,” a spectator said. “Two men and three girls spirited her
off in a BMW a few minutes ago. The other guy’s chest was blown apart.”
“Did you get the plate number?” A policeman asked.
“Sorry, it happened so fast, I didn’t think about it.”
Lieutenant Joseph Calloway of the Philadelphia police arrived
“Dr, Pennington, we meet again. How is it you’re still alive?”
“Beats me, Montgomery’s kidnapped Jennifer again. He obviously wants
something from me.”
“Like secret formulas?”
“No comment, did they leave any notes?”
“Notes? Not that a know of. Did you implant a tracking device in your sister?“
“Yes, are you getting a reading?”
“We are but what if they discover it?”
“Not likely, it was surgically implanted.”
“Well, it’s tracking toward the Pocono’s.”
“So finally, we’ll find the rat nest and eliminate the snakes.”
“What about your sister?”
“Commando raid.”
“Are you serious? The FBI’s not qualified.
“We won’t use the FBI.”
“Well who then?”
“Navy Seals.”
You have that influence, Dr. Pennington?”
“I do, Montgomery’s working on some sort of mind, projection control for Isis.”
“Do you need our help doctor?”
“We can always use your help Lieutenant. Now here’s my plan……………”
I guess you thought all cats were sweet. T
I sat at La Floridita bar in Havana. Ava Gardner perched on a bar stool to my
left and my best friend in the world, Earnest Hemingway on my right. We had been
drinking sugar free rum daiquiris and telling tall tales for hours when Ava slipped her
hand to my thigh and leaned over to kiss me. Her eyes were luminous pools of desire
and her rose lips quivered slightly as her face drew closer. I closed my eyes and………
Meow! Meo…………w!
She started to lick my face, not Ava but my eighteen pound calico, Miss Kitty.
I closed my eyes and saw Ava fade away from my dream.
“Damn it Miss Kitty, you know better.”
She snuggled closer. Meow! Meow!
“What do you want, cat?”
“You of all people know, my breakfast.”
I bolted out of bed and searched my room for the voice.
“What are you looking for Dean.”
I froze in stride. The calico had just talked to me. When I tried to speak to her,
“ Uumph uumph” Lord, I couldn’t utter a word.
I stumbled to my kitchen, opened a can of Friskies for Miss Kitty, threw my
clothes on and bolted out the door. I practiced speaking in my car as I traveled through
traffic, nothing but ‘uumph, uumph.’
The First National Bank Of Miami’s sign greeted me as I entered the foyer, took
the elevator to the ninth floor. ’uumph, uumph,’ nothing. Doris Dinglefoot my blonde
receptionist with a 1950’s bullet bra chest, greeted me with a smile.
“Good morning Mr. Davenport.”
“uumph, uumph,” I answered.
“Do you have a bad cold sir?”
“Uumph!” .
I disappeared into my office after shaking no at Doris. Twelve messages sat to be
returned. Damn cat placed a spell on me. “Uumph-waaa” Well, at least that was a
different sound. The rest of my morning floated in the toilet. Two vice presidents strolled
in for a quick meeting and exited just as fast to “Waaa Uumph Waaa.”
I practiced my best drunk stagger, walked up to Miss Dinglefoot leaning at fifteen
degrees, put my hands on her shoulders and started to play walkie down her chest. .
“For Pete sakes Mr. Davenport, not now.”
“Uumph, Waaa, Wass, Umphawaaa.”
I was back in the elevator and to my car like a rocket, only not fast enough, for
Doris ran behind the bumper, screaming,
“At least let me drive you home sir.”
I stuck my head out the window,
“Uumphuumphwaaauumph” and I pushed the petal to the metal and drove down
the Dixie highway toward home. I pulled in my driveway after receiving a three hundred
dollar ticket for driving while being mentally retarded. I roared through my garage
barely stopping before plowing though the back wall, and burst through the door.
Miss Kitty sat on the carpet looking like a fur lined bowling pin slightly portly in
a pissed off attitude,
“Are you ready to deal Dean?”
She gave me the creeps talking to me.
“Uumph wass cump ha!” I answered.
:”Here’s the deal,” she purred. “I want my breakfast. promptly at five in the
morning. Lunch at noon and dinner at five. Don’t forget my snacks, okay?”
“Uumph”
.. . Clean my litter box twice a day.”
“Uumph.”
Lastly, spend as much time with me as you do with Miss Dinglefoot. Deal?
Uumph ………….Yes!”
“Meow Meo………w.”
“I know, lunch time, give me a minute
UUMPH!, UUMPH
I sat at La Floridita bar in Havana. Ava Gardner perched on a bar stool to my
left and my best friend in the world, Earnest Hemingway on my right. We had been
drinking sugar free rum daiquiris and telling tall tales for hours when Ava slipped her
hand to my thigh and leaned over to kiss me. Her eyes were luminous pools of desire
and her rose lips quivered slightly as her face drew closer. I closed my eyes and………
Meow! Meo…………w!
She started to lick my face, not Ava but my eighteen pound calico, Miss Kitty.
I closed my eyes and saw Ava fade away from my dream.
“Damn it Miss Kitty, you know better.”
She snuggled closer. Meow! Meow!
“What do you want, cat?”
“You of all people know, my breakfast.”
I bolted out of bed and searched my room for the voice.
“What are you looking for Dean.”
I froze in stride. The calico had just talked to me. When I tried to speak to her,
“ Uumph uumph” Lord, I couldn’t utter a word.
I stumbled to my kitchen, opened a can of Friskies for Miss Kitty, threw my
clothes on and bolted out the door. I practiced speaking in my car as I traveled through
traffic, nothing but ‘uumph, uumph.’
The First National Bank Of Miami’s sign greeted me as I entered the foyer, took
the elevator to the ninth floor. ’uumph, uumph,’ nothing. Doris Dinglefoot my blonde
receptionist with a 1950’s bullet bra chest, greeted me with a smile.
“Good morning Mr. Davenport.”
“uumph, uumph,” I answered.
“Do you have a bad cold sir?”
“Uumph!” .
I disappeared into my office after shaking no at Doris. Twelve messages sat to be
returned. Damn cat placed a spell on me. “Uumph-waaa” Well, at least that was a
different sound. The rest of my morning floated in the toilet. Two vice presidents strolled
in for a quick meeting and exited just as fast to “Waaa Uumph Waaa.”
I practiced my best drunk stagger, walked up to Miss Dinglefoot leaning at fifteen
degrees, put my hands on her shoulders and started to play walkie down her chest. .
“For Pete sakes Mr. Davenport, not now.”
“Uumph, Waaa, Wass, Umphawaaa.”
I was back in the elevator and to my car like a rocket, only not fast enough, for
Doris ran behind the bumper, screaming,
“At least let me drive you home sir.”
I stuck my head out the window,
“Uumphuumphwaaauumph” and I pushed the petal to the metal and drove down
the Dixie highway toward home. I pulled in my driveway after receiving a three hundred
dollar ticket for driving while being mentally retarded. I roared through my garage
barely stopping before plowing though the back wall, and burst through the door.
Miss Kitty sat on the carpet looking like a fur lined bowling pin slightly portly in
a pissed off attitude,
“Are you ready to deal Dean?”
She gave me the creeps talking to me.
“Uumph wass cump ha!” I answered.
:”Here’s the deal,” she purred. “I want my breakfast. promptly at five in the
morning. Lunch at noon and dinner at five. Don’t forget my snacks, okay?”
“Uumph”
.. . Clean my litter box twice a day.”
“Uumph.”
Lastly, spend as much time with me as you do with Miss Dinglefoot. Deal?
Uumph ………….Yes!”
“Meow Meo………w.”
“I know, lunch time, give me a minute
Saturday, March 5, 2016
This one's r
“Anyone fool enough to marry identical twins one after the other, needs a keeper.”
The warning from Brian’s father rang though his thoughts as he stood at the alter.
He looked toward Alicia and saw her sweet innocence. ‘This time, I’ll get it right.’ Only
the twins mother and he could tell them apart. Their father gave up after their teen age
years, when they became exactly like clones. But Brian was absolutely convinced he
wasn’t marrying Alexandria all over again.
Alexandria had a mole high on the inside of her left thigh shaped like a crescent
moon. Alicia amazingly had a tiny beauty spot located exactly in the same area. However
the crescent was turned backwards. He paused suddenly, ‘God forbid, they wouldn‘t dare,
or would they?’ His body started to convulse ever so slightly but no one took notice
except Brian’s best man.
“You have the shakes man?”
Brian waved him to silence. The ceremony continued as Brian felt beads of sweat
roll down between his shoulder blades. Finally the scary part started,
“…. or forever hold your peace.”
Two agonizing seconds went by. ‘Slam, Slam’ echoed through the small church as
the rear doors were thrown back.
“I object” rang out.
Both bride and groom stared at the rear of the church, where Alexandria stood
there stomping her foot,
“I’ve been kidnapped,” she yelled. “Further more it was my sister and two ruffians
who grabbed me, tied me up and locked me in a closet..”
“You’re out of your mind sis, you are Alexandria. Your sorry that you lost him.
Don’t make an idiot of yourself.”
“Mom,” Alexandria screamed, “you tell her I’m Alicia., for God sakes.”
The wedding party fell in a stupor of shock listening to this and the preacher’s
comments didn’t help,
“I’m not going to be a party to a circus,” he said, left the pulpit and walked out of
the church.
Brian took the mike and addressed the rather amused wedding crowd,
“I’m sorry for the interruption, there’s no need explaining the problem, but if you’ll
be patient with us, it shouldn’t take long to work out.”
With the wedding party disappearing through the side door, the wedding crowd
broke out in chitter, chatter to amuse themselves while Brian’s best man set out to capture
the preacher. Forty five minutes later, the music started and Alicia marched down the aisle
with a radiant smile.
Brian leaned to the minister’s ear,
“Skip the part about ‘forever hold your peace.”
The preacher nodded, the wedding went on without a hitch as did the reception at
a nearby hotel. Later on as the two lovers entwined each other, Brian froze as a moment
of doubt arose,
“I know I’m a worry wart, but would you mind if I look at your beauty mark for a
moment?”
A slight pause in love making, a quick look and Brian bolted out of bed. “Damn it
Alexandria, I married you twice. Why?”
“Well, we talked about it before the wedding and Alicia told her thoughts to me.”
“Her ideas? I thought she loved me.”
“She does and so do I, You know I‘ve missed you. We decided to share you
between us only we wont tell which one because we‘re having the beauty spots removed
surgically. It’ll be more amusing to you when you wonder who you’re sleeping with. As
you furious with us?”
Brian thought for a moment and an devilish looking grin filled his face,
“I kind of like the idea,” he said. “Let’s see which one of you can please me the
most“
The exhausted couple spread across the bed. Alexandria slept soundly, Brian
grinned,
‘I know the key to tell them apart but don‘t think you as the reader is going to find
out.’
.
eally off the hook, guys. Enjoy!
DOUBLE TROUBLE
“Anyone fool enough to marry identical twins one after the other, needs a keeper.”
The warning from Brian’s father rang though his thoughts as he stood at the alter.
He looked toward Alicia and saw her sweet innocence. ‘This time, I’ll get it right.’ Only
the twins mother and he could tell them apart. Their father gave up after their teen age
years, when they became exactly like clones. But Brian was absolutely convinced he
wasn’t marrying Alexandria all over again.
Alexandria had a mole high on the inside of her left thigh shaped like a crescent
moon. Alicia amazingly had a tiny beauty spot located exactly in the same area. However
the crescent was turned backwards. He paused suddenly, ‘God forbid, they wouldn‘t dare,
or would they?’ His body started to convulse ever so slightly but no one took notice
except Brian’s best man.
“You have the shakes man?”
Brian waved him to silence. The ceremony continued as Brian felt beads of sweat
roll down between his shoulder blades. Finally the scary part started,
“…. or forever hold your peace.”
Two agonizing seconds went by. ‘Slam, Slam’ echoed through the small church as
the rear doors were thrown back.
“I object” rang out.
Both bride and groom stared at the rear of the church, where Alexandria stood
there stomping her foot,
“I’ve been kidnapped,” she yelled. “Further more it was my sister and two ruffians
who grabbed me, tied me up and locked me in a closet..”
“You’re out of your mind sis, you are Alexandria. Your sorry that you lost him.
Don’t make an idiot of yourself.”
“Mom,” Alexandria screamed, “you tell her I’m Alicia., for God sakes.”
The wedding party fell in a stupor of shock listening to this and the preacher’s
comments didn’t help,
“I’m not going to be a party to a circus,” he said, left the pulpit and walked out of
the church.
Brian took the mike and addressed the rather amused wedding crowd,
“I’m sorry for the interruption, there’s no need explaining the problem, but if you’ll
be patient with us, it shouldn’t take long to work out.”
With the wedding party disappearing through the side door, the wedding crowd
broke out in chitter, chatter to amuse themselves while Brian’s best man set out to capture
the preacher. Forty five minutes later, the music started and Alicia marched down the aisle
with a radiant smile.
Brian leaned to the minister’s ear,
“Skip the part about ‘forever hold your peace.”
The preacher nodded, the wedding went on without a hitch as did the reception at
a nearby hotel. Later on as the two lovers entwined each other, Brian froze as a moment
of doubt arose,
“I know I’m a worry wart, but would you mind if I look at your beauty mark for a
moment?”
A slight pause in love making, a quick look and Brian bolted out of bed. “Damn it
Alexandria, I married you twice. Why?”
“Well, we talked about it before the wedding and Alicia told her thoughts to me.”
“Her ideas? I thought she loved me.”
“She does and so do I, You know I‘ve missed you. We decided to share you
between us only we wont tell which one because we‘re having the beauty spots removed
surgically. It’ll be more amusing to you when you wonder who you’re sleeping with. As
you furious with us?”
Brian thought for a moment and an devilish looking grin filled his face,
“I kind of like the idea,” he said. “Let’s see which one of you can please me the
most“
The exhausted couple spread across the bed. Alexandria slept soundly, Brian
grinned,
‘I know the key to tell them apart but don‘t think you as the reader is going to find
out.’
.
eally off the hook, guys. Enjoy!
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
ALLIGATOR BOY
THE LRGEND OF CHIEF BILLY THUNDERCLOUD
At the end of the second Seminole war of 1842, no peace treaty was signed. The
Seminole Indians existed for a hundred years, hidden in the everglades. By the 1950’s
some migrated to dryer lands in South Florida. Stories of Billy Thundercloud spread
through Florida. The Seminoles called him, ‘Ma-omof Fusua’ or Alligator Boy.
His family lived in the swamps when he was born. He went missing one day and
his mother panicked and ran to a deep water area in the Everglades. She found her son
sitting with three massive alligators, whispering to them. He was four at the time. His
legend grew as he got older and would gather his afternoon audience beside the deep
area.
Other Seminoles hesitated to join him when as many as a dozen alligators would
surround him in rapt interest, never touching him unless he said ‘Mofaus Kei’ which
means playtime. They would wrestle with him, their jaws closing in thunderous claps,
always missing him an inch or two. The tribe anointed him as Chief Billy Thundercloud.
As he grew in stature he never forget his fierce playmates and yearned for their
company. On weekends he would join them and once, he invited his natural history
professor from the University Of Miami, along for company.
She was half Seminole with half Irish thrown in, a beauty for the ages. Wearing a
sheer blouse, top buttons loose with a little jiggle as she walked, she oozed innocently.
Tight blue jeans walked down a tight derriere , they seemed to be spray painted on.
When they sat by the bank, Billy was so proud of her
She expressed little fear as she sat with him surrounded by massive jaws and eyes
that spoke evil. But she knew as long as Billy was with her, she was safe. She leaned over
to him,
“How about an A for this assignment. Are you old enough for me to kiss you?“
“If you won’t tell, my lips are sealed.” They shared a gentle kiss and held hands
within the circle of predators. Denise took many photos that day and showed then in her
lecture room. Somehow, several snap shots ended up at the Miami Herald.
A media frenzy started to build with Denise Ocala in the forefront. She asked
Billy for a favor,
“Anything you want,” he replied.
“Can we take the press so they can witness why they call you Ma-omof Fusua?
The publicity will fund the university’s research department on the danger of
development threatening the Everglades.”
“It may upset them to see so many. Will the reporters keep their distance?”
“Of course, I will be sure they follow your wishes.”
Billy sensed a feeling of foreboding the next Saturday when six reporters
followed Denise and Billy far into the glades to the deep part. As agreed, the reporters
stayed back fifty yards as the gators started their ritual with the whisperer. One of the
reporters broke ranks and crept forward for a better photo. An alligator noticed and
edged toward him.
The reporter panicked, drew a pistol and shot at the gator. All hell broke, a large
alligator clamped down on Denise’s leg and dragged her toward the water. Billy jumped
on his back, drew his knife and started to stab the gator but was violently thrown off. As
he rose to his feet, the alligator submerged into the depths with Denise still struggling and
then all was still. The other beasts slid into the water, circled as if waiting for something.
Billy walked up to the reporter who had fired the pistol, knocked him
unconscious, lifted him above his head and walked to the deep place. With a great heave
the reporter hit the water amidst the circling gators. Thrashing sounds drowned his
screams as the gators consumed him.
Billy, his head hung low in grief, walked slowly toward the deep and waded in the
murky, blood stained swamp water. In his native language, he began to chant ,
“Aweka nomateg wabte, aweka nomateg wabte.”
His like long friends consumed his body as commanded.
So a legend built around the alligator boy. When a half moon lights the glades,
some say he can be seen by the deep place encircled by his aquatic friends. Who knows
the mysteries of the Everglades? No one
Long may ‘Ma-omuf Fusua’ tarry. .
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