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Blackfoot Princess
Her phone ringing brought her out of her light sleep as she rolled out of
bed answering before it could ring again and wake the man lying next to
her.
She was already telling herself it had been a big mistake getting involved
with him. But then when you spend an extended period of time with someone
on assignment as they had, things sort of happen.
And last night was no different. They'd just been pulled in from tracking
down a bad guy in the Peruvian mountains. But the mission had originated
in Texas. It was a mission that required her to lead in a small team,
locate his base of operations and then extract him as well as destroy his
operation.
As anything involving the CIA it had gone wrong. The data was faulty, and
it had been more dangerous than they'd been led to believe. The fact she
and Rob made it out alive was reason enough to celebrate. Ending up in bed
together had been a bigger mistake.
"Blackfoot Princess, authenticate Delta, Sierra.
"Shit, I just got back," she mumbled as she searched her alcohol fuzzed
brain. "Tango Romeo."
"Hold for the General please."
Her phone cradled between her shoulder and left ear she began dressing
quickly. She'd just pulled on her pants and stuffed her bra into her
pocket when she heard. "Very interesting night you had SSG. I need you on
something else ASAP, and it's a solo mission." She knew the General was
being generous in letting her continue to wear her Staff Sergeants
stripes, she was in fact by now a Master Sergeant. But one of the
privileges of being assigned to Bravo Command was she got to decide what
rank she wore.
"It doesn't involve Langley does it?"
"No but it does involve driving a Truck. Get your ass into my office in
four hours for a full brief."
She finished dressing, and then with a snicker pulled a twenty dollar bill
out of her wallet and left it on his night stand before leaving.
At her own place she showered and changed into a nicer skirt and blouse,
then picked out a pair of knee high go-go boots. Then she headed to the
Marina caf? the Ft Belvoir Marina.
"Sir I was kind of hoping to have a bit more time off," she began.
"You'll get plenty of time off after this. I need you to lead a security
detail for a convoy going to Prudhoe, Alaska. The 437th third herd is
giving us the two squads. But your real mission starts once you reach a
place called the Tomahawk Truck stop in Wyoming. SSG Nash will take over
the detail. You will pick up the truck there.
"That's it I just drive a truck to Alaska?"
"You're the only one I know who's certified for Ice diving, that I trust."
"Sir, if you want me in on this I need to know a lot more about it."
"Ok, finish your lunch and we'll go for a drive." He motioned to his aid,
"Call Bill and tell him I have the Agent and will meet him in his office."
Her eyes went up at mention of the Commanding general of the US Army
intelligence Division.
"You will be working with members of the Warrior Society, 'the legitimate
society," he emphasized. "I was contacted by Spirit Women for both the Ute
and Crow Nations and asked if we would like to save two lives, as well as
put away a CIA Arms ring."
She smiled knowing who the Spirit woman of the Crow Nation was. "And will
your mother Rain be there to meet me in Wyoming?" she asked the General.
"Yes but you will meet one who could just as easily herself be a Spirit
Woman. But she does not know about any of this yet. For now here's the
mission brief. Go over it, then go meet your security detail."
"Why not just bring in a Bravo Team?"
"The CIA already believes you were lost in Peru, besides the only ones
familiar with the area would be spotted in a heartbeat. And I was warned
that the third sister shouldn't meet any of the other two."
"The Third Sister?"
The General flipped open the folder to a photo, "That's the one you will
meet in Wyoming." The woman was the spitting image of the colonel at that
age.
"Does the Colonel know about this? I mean that she has Two Sisters?"
"Why do you think you were brought onboard? Of course she knows. She also
wants to keep them in the dark about her job as well as where she is."
"Do they know about her?"
Now the general laughed out loud. "All three of them Started life the same
way."
"Anything not in here I should know about?" she indicated the briefing
packet.
"Yes actually there is. The little girl you will meet first is named
Daffodil, her familiar spirit is a Skunk named Cookie. Her mother is the
oldest daughter of the Col's sister in Wyoming. Her father is the next
eldest son of the Ute Spirit Woman. But they adopted the girl and once you
get to know her you'll understand why the Col and sergeant Major have
taken a personal interest in this situation."
When she reached her safehouse apartment, SSG Cousins lit all her candles,
drew a hot bubble bath, and lay back to soak and ponder this new mission.
The water was growing cold when she heard a knock on her door. As she
wrapped her towel around herself she moved to answer it, her left hand
behind her back as if to hold the towel, but really holding the 9mm
Berretta.
"Open up please," came a familiar voice.
"Top geez get in here."
"You were briefed?"
"Yes, and I won't tell the Col's secret, Top."
"I'm not here about that. I'm here because you are going to meet my Niece
and Nephew. My Nephew knows as much as you do about the Col and her
Sisters. What I want from you is just to bring me some new pictures, Wolf
says after the mission you can stay with him and his wife."
"Wolf, you mean US Marshal Wolf Lightfeather is your nephew?"
"And Chasing Shadows, is my niece." She'd read the full report on the
young woman. To include the Murder investigation and her acquittal by
self-defense. "Oh, did the briefing mention the Black wolf that is my
niece's guardian?"
She wasn't surprised that he'd managed to keep tabs on his family, or that
he was aware of what was going on.
What did surprise her was that he gave her a beaded necklace with a pair
of eagle talons hooked outward. "Go ahead, put it on. You'll find you are
already accepted in our ranks."
"T, Top these are, real. Only members of the Warrior Society wear Real
Talons."
"It was voted on and passed, Welcome to the upper ranks, Warrior Cousins.
Your exploits have done you proud. You'll find a lot of friends among the
Sioux."
"Top I, I never even applied."
"We know, and Melody, Old Elk is one of those who voted you in. You will
find that necklace will unlock a lot of doors that might have been closed
in the past."
He left just as quietly as he'd arrived. Now she sat thinking about a
whole new set of information. Why was Top telling her all this now? Sure
she was three quarters Blackfoot. But there was something else there,
something he hadn't said.
She examined the talons, talons curved inward, toward each other were
called easy way warriors. Ones curved outward away from each other were
called hard way warriors.
She began looking at portraits of the old chiefs. The war chiefs were all
hard way warriors. The one she admired most though wore no Talons. But he
had been a Medicine Man before becoming a warrior. He'd also been
Blackfoot, before he sought out and joined the Apache's. She too had
started her career as a Medic, changing MOS's to become an MP after going
along on one of their Alerts.
What was that Top said about finding a lot of friends among the Sioux? She
got out a map, and after looking over the interstates she knew their
intended route, right through the heart of Sioux country.
She was putting on her actual military uniform when someone else knocked
on her door. Peeking through the peephole she saw a familiar face. Jerking
it open she said, "Get your ass in here LT, and show me what you brought
for me."
The two kissed cheeks and then Stephanie Noah took a seat on the sofa
before setting up her little laptop computer.
"The Spider is on our planned course, we managed to subtly convince her
daughter to talk her into going to visit Yellow Stone. But even better,
Missy Wyoming is traveling on her route. Hopefully we can arrange a
meeting."
"You've got a tracker on her truck?"
"It isn't ours, but we have its signal. We need to get a move on if we're
going to pick up the detail before they hook up to the transports."
"You, you're going as my signals officer?" asked Melody.
"Yes and then I'm going to spend some time with my Grandmother after the
mission."
"How much do you know about the sisters?"
"Enough to know that there's a wild card in the deck we need to be careful
of. She's traveling with Mrs Wyoming, and actually knows all three of
them." Stephanie bit her lip, and Melody knew it wasn't a good sign. "We
intercepted a phone signal last night to the Marshal. She's finally
figured out who the Colonel is. But Marshal Foster has convinced her to
stay quiet for now." The Lt closed her laptop and said, "Come on lets
shake it. I got my gear in the vehicle downstairs." She grabbed up a small
duffle next to the door. "This will be fun, both of us actually working
together again."
SSG Nash was waiting for them at the motor pool, "Holy Shit," he wrapped
his arms around Melody hugging her tightly.
"Hey Mike, good to see you too. So how's Shayla really doing?" she was
fighting the urge to let her tears flow. She hadn't seen the little girl
since she was three, it had been almost a year since she'd been reported
'KIA, BNR', (Killed in action, body not recovered).
"Is this why I was told to send her to my mother's? Melody, you can't do
this to her, not again. If you're just going to disappear again I won't
let you see her." He was fighting with his love for the woman in front of
him and the love for the little girl he was suddenly forced to raise as a
single father.
A far off glaze covered her eyes briefly, "Do you really think you could
stop me Mike? She's my daughter too. I did what I had to do you know
that."
"Yeah and you've put your Twenty in, so why are you still there?" it was a
very hard question she had no answer for.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started a fight with you like that," he
pressed something into her hand.
She opened the envelope to find a packet of pictures, and a small leather
pouch containing a baby tooth. He let her have a few minutes and started
getting the teams ready to roll.
"Andrews, Not a word, understand?" Mike told the Army SP4 behind the
wheel.
After they were on the road moving Andrews looked over at Mike. "Is she
going to be OK Serge? I mean she's supposed to be some super soldier
right?"
"Roberta," he addressed SP4 Andrews by her first name. "Kale already
knows, so you might as well know too. SSG Cousins is my daughter's mother.
And if word of anything we discuss gets outside this vehicle there is
nowhere you can hide."
Andrews blanched, she'd heard that his wife had been the best sniper in
the Military. She'd seen the awards of honor hanging on the wall at his
house. 'SSG Melody Cousins had made a double tap kill shot at a distance
well over four thousand meters.'
From the other passenger seat the young LT opened her laptop. "Incoming
message, Code Atlatl complete."
"What's Atlatl mean?" asked PFC Dancer from his position up top next to
the TOW launcher.
"It means, our truck drivers are aware that there is a side mission
involving the Warrior Society," Mike answered.
"Cool, it's about time we got involved in some real shit," Dancer stated.
"And good to know she didn't get those claws out of a novelty shop."
"Keep it up and it will be long time before you earn your second Talon,"
the warning was clear.
"Mike, how many on this mission are warriors?" Melody finally asked.
"All of us to one degree or another. But only three of us are full hard
way. Well aside from two of the truck drivers."
So they were using an Atlatl to pass messages or tip each other off?
Interesting she thought. 'I wonder how many actually know how to use one?'
When they reached the Proving grounds, Melody had them stop at the small
PX, where she bought several tins of sardines in water. She loved them in
mustard sauce but knew that would be too much for the little skunk to
handle.
Then she kicked back in her seat, leaned her head back and closed her
eyes, "Wake me when someone wakes up."
She began turning her life over in her mind.
She was fast tracked in her career the minute she was picked up by Delta
because of her shooting ability. But somehow that had changed. Sure she'd
made a play for Top Z, lots of young women had. She'd gone off to Delta
Forces as soon as he made it clear there wasn't anything between them.
Then Madison had requested her out of nowhere, and she discovered who and
why, also why Top Z just wasn't into her. She liked and respected the
Colonel. She was a top rate, no bullshit commander who was very much in
touch with reality. She was Bravo's best sniper, and it was on a Bravo
mission that she had met Mike. Mike was her security, watching her back
while she tracked Targets waiting for the word to strike.
They got too close too fast and Shayla was the result. And then a year ago
someone tried to use Shayla to force her to make an unsanctioned Hit.
The Col arranged to fake her death to protect her daughter. Then provided
her with the resources to make sure it didn't happen again. It was the
first time she'd ever been sent to remove a rogue CIA agent within the US.
Now she had learned there was another, and she was being sent to help the
only one who could tie him to the evidence, disappear. Someone else would
remove him from the playing field.
"SSg,"
She opened her eyes to see the Wolf, followed by the skunk bounding out to
sniff around the vehicles. Then the little girl walked out and sat down on
the bottom step built into the side of the driver side fuel tank of the
second truck.
"I'll be ok by myself on this one," she said as she took out two
containers of sardines.
She approached slowly, both hands where the wolf could see them. "Hi, my
name is Melody, I bet yours is Daffodil. That's a really pretty name." she
was aware the wolf was behind her now, but made no move to show fear.
"Melody? Do you sing?"
"I used too when I was your age,"
"You have a pretty necklace like my Daddy's," "Cookie, behave." She chided
the little skunk when it approached.
"Does she like Sardines?" Melody cracked open the first tin. "Tulip liked
Sardines, I had to feed her a can every day before she went off on her own
to have babies." She was hand feeding the little skunk when the younger of
the two girls came rushing outside in a panic.
"Daffodil, you should have woke me up," she hugged the girl tightly. Then
introduced herself to Melody.
They talked and after a while things began to move rather quickly. She was
watching closely as they got the rigs lined out. Noticed how the younger
girls deferred to the older woman. Then how the men treated them, only on
the lower reservation did she witness such devotion, such caring. She
wasn't surprised when it took less time than anticipated to get the rigs
ready to roll out.
At dawn they pulled off into the designated rest area, "LT, I'm going to
do a walk around, let me know if we get any communications from Wyoming."
She'd made periodic rounds throughout the day, then just before dark the
little family of drivers went into a flurry of activity.
"The older woman just made a phone call to Colorado. And Marshal Wolf says
the Spider just linked up with second sister in Wyoming."
"Then we better be ready to move. I think our trip just got kicked into
high gear," she warned her own people as the drivers got out to go over
the loads. About an hour later they were watching the speedometer climb to
seventy five MPH. "Shit we're going to be hard pressed to keep these
babies moving this fast," Commented Andrews.
"Yeah well our bigger concern is what happens if one of those trailers
loses hydraulic pressure at this speed."
"Then we better be sharp, Trembler, stretch the rearward clear zone to a
mile and a half," Nash called.
Two days later Stephanie said, "The highway patrol say's there's an old
woman and a little kid at the rest stop claiming they're supposed to meet
us."
"Mike?"
"I talked it over with Old Elk, We're ahead of schedule, and he says it
won't hurt to shut down a few hours early."
Sure enough the three trucks were gradually slowing down. As soon as they
were off the road and stopped Melody Cousins was racing across the
blacktop of the parking lot toward the pair. When the little girl and
Melody were close, the older woman dropped to her knees sliding the last
few feet as their arms wrapped around each other.
"Who would have ever thought a hardened Delta Force Sniper could have a
soft spot?" commented someone.
"Oaks, they've not seen each other in over a year. And if you even think
about teasing my wife about shedding tears I'll stake you to an Ant hill,"
said Mike Nash without looking.
They were sitting at a picnic table eating sandwiches. "Mommy, when are
you coming home? Why did everyone say you were dead? I cried and cried,
and I still cry at night because you aren't there."
"Shayla, oh god baby I'm sorry I had to do that," she looked up into
Mike's eyes.
"Baby I promise Mommy isn't going away again. As soon as Mommy and Daddy
finish this I'll be home for you" she told the girl.
"I wanna go with you Mommy, Please take me with you. Please"
"Shayla, we can't take you in the military vehicles with us," Mike
reasoned with his daughter.
"But Daddy I brought stuff so I can go with you," she indicated the
shopping bag full of clothes.
"She might not be able to ride in the Army's vehicles, but I bet she could
ride in one of our trucks," Mumbled Zoey.
"Only as far as Ranchester," Swallow stated. "But then she can wait there
for you with Daffodil who is staying with our other daughter until we
return." Swallow studied the woman a moment longer, then turned to talk to
the woman who had accompanied the child.
"They will be alright now, so many lost souls are being found on this
trip. It is truly a Spirit Journey." The two women talked for a few
minutes then the older one went to her son and the daughter in-law she
barely knew.
"Where will you go to when this" she hesitated, "journey is over?"
Melody took the older woman's hands in her own. "Can, can I come home? Not
for a short time, I want to come home to stay."
Mike looked at her in shock. "Do you really mean that? You would hang up
your rifle to be a mother?"
Now she was crying again. "As long as you don't mind if it hangs above the
fireplace. And you are patient with me when I get restless."
The custom made 30-06 rifle had been built specifically for her alone, and
had cost a small fortune. But it was actually the second rifle she'd had
custom built. The first was used as evidence of her death a year ago.
Now she seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Emely
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