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Death of a HeroChapter 5

Lincoln Steele said goodbye to Captain Wilks and hung up. Wilks was returning home, had two hours to catch his plane. There was nothing more he could do there. He had no jurisdiction and the local police chief was no help. Less than no help. When questioned by Wilks, he had smiled politely and seemed to listen, but Wilks knew from experience he was being stonewalled. Calling the FBI had crossed his mind, but other than not filing the missing person report, what did the police chief do wrong?...

Death of a HeroChapter 6

Darkness shielded Lincoln Steele as he sat in his pickup truck surveilling Jake’s house. There were no streetlights outside of town, and the thick clouds that seemed to always blanket Mississippi hid the moon. For the third straight night, Jake went into town, most likely to the bar at the Old South Inn. He always left the house lights on with the curtains drawn, but there wasn’t any movement. No one else came or left. Steele would search the house and, if it didn’t produce a lead, he’d take...

Death of a HeroChapter 8

The next morning, Steele and Mrs. Wallerman walked in on Tilda stacking the beddings on the living room floor. Wearing the same ridiculous outfit Jake had dressed her in, the stiff tutu-like skirt pointed at the ceiling and floor as she bent over. Her scarred, naked butt looked like the bullseye of a target. “Ahem,” Steele said. Tilda sprang up and spun around. “Oh! Morning.” “How was the couch?” Steele asked. “Sleep well?” “I did...” Tilda paused with a crooked smile, “once all that...

Death of a HeroChapter 9

Steele drove to the Old South Inn and backed his pickup truck in front of his room. He showered and changed before removing his Glock from the hidden compartment in his suitcase and tucking it into the front of his pants under his shirt. As he strolled toward the inn’s main entrance, a few cars whizzed by on the road, but the parking lot was quiet. He glanced through the window into the bar, but it was closed that time of day and empty. He continued on to the lobby. Bufford was where he...

RunChapter 9 Boobs for a Hero

The cramps had faded as the day wore on, but Lauren's discomfort continued to make her feel awful. The blood had dried, caked on the fabric bunched against her pussy. No matter how she shifted or pulled them away from her genitals, the dirty panties managed to press back in and made her aware again of her raw skin and her unpleasant odors. The convoy pulled off the road and parked in a small clearing after rising for the last hour over growing mountains. Snow caps dotted the surrounding...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 9 In Which our Hero has Lots of Dates

“Crank up the A.C, sweetheart. Let me get some water ... Oooaaahhh...” “Sweetheart? Again?” “Yes. I suddenly cared for you in the wilderness, in the land of great drought. And especially for that bag with bottled water. Let’s get a move on. You drive.” “Destination?” “The most expensive hotel in Al Hofuf. Unless you can find one with a charger?” “I cannot execute that search. We will reach Al Hofuf in two hours.” “Okay. Then I’ll do a search and you drive. Stop at the next empty rest...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 14 In Which our Hero Sings for his Supper

If you’re anything like me (but maybe you got lucky and you’re not) you’ll know this feeling: there will be something on the news that makes you explode with rage. Say, some idiot gets behind the wheel, drunk as a skunk, kills three people who were just standing at a bus shelter minding their own Instagram and then he sues the bus company for placing the shelter near a pub. That sort of thing. Or a Belgian man locks up some girls in his basement and starves a couple of them to death before he...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 15 In Which our Hero Comes out of the Closet

Right. How to get to deck four, and more specifically into Omar’s private quarters? Doors wouldn’t be a problem: only the guest rooms had those card readers. Deck four was for family only. No, my problem was with the guards. One had already denied me access once. But there was that lift near the pantry, so that’s where I was now headed. I passed the Sayada lounge, where two guards eyed me as if I was going to take out my dick then and there and burst into the room, turned a corner and found a...

The Return of Thomas GreyChapter 7 Local hero

December 1808 With only three days left before Christmas, Thomas rode into Guildford on the next morning. He desperately needed new uniforms. The ones he had brought with him were by now three years old and a tight fit on his fully grown figure. He had never been able to have new coats tailored, never staying in one port long enough. He found the tailor’s shop where his old coats had been made and was measured for a new set and six new breeches. Shirts and cravats were also on his list, as...

HeroChapter 3

Angie was back early the next morning. She had a breakfast of eggs, steak, potatoes and whole wheat toast prepared for them. Marc was awake and saw Angie when she came into the den to check on everyone. She gave him a slight wave but didn’t speak. Mallory was asleep in the chair beside Marc’s bed, her head lay over on the bed next to him, her right arm thrown across his belly her left hand on his chest. If there was ever such a thing as a human magnet, it was working full force on these...

An American War HeroChapter 2

The stairs did not go as deep as David had presumed. He and the servant turned left along a corridor and then up some more stairs. Through a door and they were outside once more. "What the hell's going on here? Thought David, and wished he had been able to wear a side-arm. In the gloom, he looked nervously about. "This way Sir" prompted the butler. David sighed and followed. Along darkened Downing Street they walked until they came to s small flight of stairs down to a basement door. His...

An American War HeroChapter 3

As David descended the steep stairwell, he attempted to prepare himself for the coming interview. His thoughts kept wondering though — especially when he felt the violent shudder of an explosion somewhere close by. He wondered if the Ambassador was OK. Hell! He wondered how anyone could have survived the nightly bombing raids of the Russians and Germans.- and yet the people of London "soldiered on". He wondered how the bomber pilots aimed for their targets now that St. Paul's was a pile of...

An American War HeroChapter 4

David woke. His head was pounding. He opened his eyes — and blinked — to make sure- it was as black as a tomb. He groaned. Then above the hum of the air conditioner, he heard it — a tapping. All of a sudden light sliced into the gloom. "Morning sir!" called a cheery voice, "I hope I haven't disturbed you, but breakfast is ready in the mess." David groaned again and swung his legs out over the side of the bed. He felt hungover — which was no surprise considering the amount of alcohol...

An American War HeroChapter 5

David's reflections about his first encounter with Churchill were interrupted by the flickering of the overhead lighting. He remember he had to get to breakfast. Making his way out of the door, he fell in with a number of others walking towards what he hoped and guessed was the mess. There seemed a wide range of bureaucrats and military personnel. All seemed rather pallid under the wan lighting. David wondered how many of them got to see the light of day. The overall feeling was very...

An American War HeroChapter 6

David found Mavis in the typing pool. As he came to the entrance, many of the girls looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning Colonel" chirped a particularly top heavy Veronica Lake lookalike. "my what big teeth you have grandma" thought David as he smiled and asked to see Mavis. As rgw flurry of looks subsided from his entry, the typists got back to banging hard on their typewriters. Numerous carbon copies meant they really needed to hit those keys hard. The clash and typewriter bells...

An American War HeroChapter 7

The Generator room was next to the Mess. But there was no connecting doorway. David made his way out into the main hallway and negotiating a number of turns found himself at the entrance to what looked more like a machine shop than a Generator room. Three large diesel turbines were purring against a side wall. Against the other wall were various benches and tools and other maintenance equipment. A figure in a grey boiler suit stood with their back to him, examining one of the...

An American War HeroChapter 9

For five days now, David had been pouring over the mountain of photos, newspaper cuttings, terse reports from field agents and God knows what else. It seemed to make no overall sense. His neck ached and he yearned for a coffee like a drowning man strains for the surface. But this was war-torn England — even the tea was made from tea-leaves reused several times. Sally entered the room. "Now Colonel" lectured the perky WREN, "You need to get up and walk around a bit — can't have you...

Recovery of a HeroChapter 3 Released From Durance Vile

This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. The day that George got home was special to me. He was my oldest sisters husband, but he was also the closest I had to a big brother. When he left, I told him he had to come back because I just couldn't loose my only brother. I never thought about Janny (I have always called Janice Janny since I was little), my sister, and his wife. When we were told that he had been wounded in...

An American War HeroChapter 10

David looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. Time was getting short, and he was still pissing away his time in London. He tugged at his tie. He was regretting his passing interest in a pretty girl. He sneered at himself and spoke out loud "You idiot Ogilvy! Keep you dick in your pants next time." His eyes moved down to review his medals and ribbons and he sighed. Too many painful, precious memories. He adjusted his medal of Honor choker and sighed once more. He pulled back his...

Recovery of a HeroChapter 5 Willing to Die

This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. Over the next few weeks, my friends came over almost every day. By now this included Nancy and Ellen. Dar was always happy to see them, and he started teaching us stretching exercises as he got better. He even knew a few I didn't. One day I got up and went down to help him get his breakfast. He was already up as Janny usually helped him in the morning, checking his leg and such to...

Recovery of a HeroChapter 6 A Friends Loss

This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. Over the next few days, I had a lot of visitors. All of them came by to see how I was doing and to leave cards and such. Erica was right. I would be busy for awhile just answering all the cards and letters I had gotten while I was in the hospital. Even Dar's Aunt and Uncle came by a couple of times. Finally, I got up the courage to ask Dar why he'd done what he did to save me. He...

An American War HeroChapter 11

Am I what? David exclaimed. Mountbatten looked amused. Ignoring David's surprised reply, he stated, "So your father is Senator Ogilvy." David discerned that no reply was necessary. "Your grandfather was a Senator before him. So why aren't you following in the family's footsteps?" David immediately thought of the arguments he had had with his father over his entrance into WestPoint, when it became clear that David had no intention of going into politics. "Let's say that I have found...

Recovery of a HeroChapter 14 Birthday for Two

As the days until my birthday went by, Janny made me take it easy. She said that I'd overextended myself too much since Uncle Dar had gotten home. I didn't argue much. Having Uncle Dar and his daughters around made it easy to sit back for awhile. Having Ellen and Nancy around was a big change for me though. I'd had friends over several times, but they always went home eventually. Ellen and Nancy were home and that took getting used to. I loved them dearly and was grateful for their help...

An American War HeroChapter 12

David checked his watch. 05:00. He yawned and pulled his greatcoat around him more tightly. It was windy out here on the street in front of Victoria Station. With no bombing raids through the night, people were now negotiating their way through the debris strewn streets of London. The wind brought with it a hint of rain and David stepped back closer to the wall. 05:07 — Still no sign of Julia. As he glanced around, he noticed a small crowd gathering near the taxi stand. Not that there were...

An American War HeroChapter 13

Breakfast was a little different from what David was used to. While his family had servants, those in Royal service seemed as if born to meet the needs of those they served. It was if they were just waiting for the twitch of an eyebrow, a sigh or the dab of a napkin, and there they were with whatever it was you needed — even if you hadn't realised you needed it. Breakfast was — as far as such a thing could be — a low key affair. Present were David and Julia, Liz and Josh. David was taken...

Recovery of a HeroChapter 20

Wheeling myself out the door, I went back to my bus, and drove to the rest area where I was supposed to meet my partners. They should have been there by now. I knew that they wouldn't worry about me being late, as they knew what I had been doing. This wasn't going to be the best way to meet up with old friends, but I was glad to be seeing them again, anyway. We'd worked together for a long time while in the service. I saw Hawk waiting next to his old camper as I pulled off the freeway...

An American War HeroChapter 14

The trouble started the other side of Sheffield. Travel through the valley had been uneventful, and the train made good speed. Even though Sheffield was a prime industrial target, it had received relatively little bombing. Julia was scornful. "The Russians have infiltrated cadres into the area and don't want to kill their own! Very caring of Stalin don't you think?" Their passage through the city took on a surreal feel as they looked out on a city that seemed untouched by the ravages of...

An American War HeroChapter 16

The first thing David became aware of as he awoke was voices. But these were voices outside of his window. He then realised that the train had stopped moving. What he could see of the sky looked overcast. Examining his cabin, he noted with regret that Julia must have left sometime during the night after he had gone to sleep. Since the tunnel incident, the trip had held little surprise. There was little damage in the midlands and he guessed they must be moving up into the highlands by now. He...

An American War HeroChapter 17

There was little talking on the plane. The co-pilot had emerged from the cockpit ostentatiously strapping a rather large pistol to his hip. "Folks" he started, in what he thought was a disarming manner, "I'm goin'a have to insist y'all just stay seated where you are until we've landed and the folks at Reykjavik can sort out what's been happin' here." He smiled warmly, but his gun spoke louder than his words. Various couples bent their heads toward one another and started...

An American War HeroChapter 18

The sound of the gulls began to seep into David's consciousness. He sat up, and immediately a sharp pain behind his eyes shattered his vision into shards of coloured light. Squeezing his eyes shut he breathed deeply. The smell of rotting garbage made him gag. Gently he opened his eyes. In the dim dusky light everything had the look of a blurry black and white movie. That was until he noticed the blood. The afternoon's violence hit home. The adrenaline that had kept his body going was...

An American War HeroChapter 19

Liz gently shook David awake. "Come on sleepy head, time for some breakfast". The pain from his broken ribs was slightly muted by the tight bandages that Liz and Josh had wound him in. Gingerly he slowly got out of bed. Julia he noticed was still sleeping. Liz caught his eye and brought her finger to her lips. "Let's leave Julia to her dreams shall we?" David nodded and looked around for something to put on. Liz frowned. "I had Josh burn your clothes; they were ruined and smelt like a...

An American War HeroChapter 20

By the time David and Josh reached the cabin, the destroyer had made several violent manoeuvres. Liz and Julia were decked out in floatation vests and metal helmets. They were peering out the porthole trying to make sense of the battle going on around them. "I feel like the best man in the honeymoon suite" grumbled Josh. David laughed. "First you tell me you hate ships and subs and now you want to get out there and go hand to hand with a submariner!" The ship lurched again and depth...

An American War HeroChapter 21

The sea was calm in the sound. The conning tower broke the surface with hardly a ripple. David guessed they were about 200 yards off shore though in the darkness he could not be certain. Around him sailors went about preparing to abandon the vessel. Everyone had on a life jacket. Several times the previous day, vessels had sailed slowly overhead. And the ping of the sonar had kept all conversation on the submarine to whispers and had hampered their schedule. It was now early morning. He...

An American War HeroChapter 22

East River was moving swiftly as they merged into the stream of vessels heading south. Around them were tugs, barges and ferries. Those moving toward the city with produce and those away from it full of refuse, prisoners bound for Rikers' and workers on the night shift. Even in the light of early dawn New York was impressive. David was on the bridge with a German non-com, pointing out hazards and giving directions to their mooring site. Liz, Josh and Julia were at the bow, rubbernecking like...

An American War HeroChapter 23

"Now, now" gentlemen, David insisted, "I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding." As he spoke David scanned the crowds looking for a cop. 'Dammit!' he cursed, under his breath. 'Where are they when you need them!' Louie's pal with the mouth and the gun shoved in David's ribs was getting impatient. "Look, soldier boy!" he snarled, ""I will shoot you! As God is my witness, I will shoot you fucking dead. Now start walking!" David had not come armed to Central Station. His...

An American War HeroChapter 24

Genovese made some sort of gesture. Louie came into David's field of vision cracking his knuckles. Vito continued. "What is all this?" As David started to speak hit him in the side of the head. David fell from the chair and collapsed onto the ground. Louie came over and drawing back his foot sent it forward into David's side. David groaned. Louie stepped back. "Well done!" exclaimed Vito praising Louie. Addressing David he spoke in quite a pleasant voice, "I thought it best to give...

An American War HeroChapter 25

David was in now condition to keep track of where they went. Soon enough they were driving into garage. Everyone bundled out. And they escorted half carried David through various doors, and a back alley until they entered what had to be a nightclub. There was a musician playing some dance tune on a piano, and a quartet of girls trying out some steps. Three men sat smoking and observing the long legs of the dancers. The pianist didn't miss a note as David and his escort entered. The girls...

An American War HeroChapter 26

David and Josh were eating breakfast. David's chest was still painful, and his neck was stiff, but he was thanking his lucky stars he wasn't pissing blood. All-in-all it had turned out pretty good he mused. Frank Costello wanted to get rid of Vito Genovese, and David wanted to get rid of Dewey. They could help each other. Pondering the morality of deals with mobsters, David shrugged mentally and decided that the consequences were to far in the future to worry about in the present. He just...

An American War HeroChapter 27

The mood of the group was relaxed. Liz's prognosis was excellent. A little nerve damage, but her face was well on the way to being restored. The Surgeon had fired one of his secretaries and the press were chasing some hint of an affair between Jimmy Stewart and Joan Chandler. David wished them every success. They were sitting on the lounge in their suite. The ladies were drinking white wine, and the men were sipping bourbon. Dragging deeply on his cigarette, Josh exhaled and sighed, "Ahh...

An American War HeroChapter 28

"Who would have thought I would ever see your ugly mug again!" smiled Josh. All that could be seen of his face in the dimness of their surroundings were his gleaming teeth. The rest was covered in shoe black and his unruly hair covered in a dark woollen beanie. His words interrupted David's thoughts as they stood at the bottom of the ladder that would lead them up into an uncertain future that David felt would certainly offer up more blood and guts and mayhem. His reflective mood had sent...

A Reluctant HeroChapter 3

While most of the world celebrated the coming New Year on December 31, 2012, the Chinese armed forces attacked north and east into post-Soviet Russia. Western intelligence agencies and the Russian KGB never noticed over the past few months as the massive Chinese armies crept north between satellite passes and positioned themselves along the northern border between Russia, China and Mongolia, the Chinese nation's secret ally. The Chinese were in Vladivostok within 48 hours. The Chinese...

An American War HeroChapter 29

The trip to Dubrovnik had not been without incident. Even though the Soviets had not committed many naval units to the Mediterranean, the definition of many depended on if you were floating on the surface or skulking along as carefully as possible underwater. Meeting with Josh's commando squad proved an experience in itself. Sergeant 'Manny' Helrod Josh's 2IC reminded David of competent NCO's he had served with. He was a shortish man built like a brick outhouse. His head looked like a...

A Reluctant HeroChapter 5

November 10, 2013 – 3 Miles west of Baker Lake Josh stirred while it was still dark outside. His bladder was full, so he had to go outside to relieve himself. Clouds had rolled in overnight. The soft, damp ground now crunched when Josh walked across it. The temperature had dropped below freezing overnight. Josh hustled back inside and burrowed into his warm sleeping bag. The sun was up over the mountains on the far side of Baker Lake when Molly woke up. Josh was softly snoring. She pulled...

A Reluctant HeroChapter 6

November 16, 2013 – Hozomeen Camping Area Ranger's Office The ranger's office made a nice, warm place to sleep. Josh woke up around 7:00 AM. Spots of sunlight flashed against the tops of the mountains on the far side of Ross Lake. Josh roused Molly and then stepped outside to take care of his morning business. Opening the door was a shock. The cold air stung Josh's face as he hurried outside to empty his bladder. They made some coffee and ate a bag of granola cereal before packing up...

An American War HeroChapter 30

As soon as the sub broached, the lights went red, and the men ascended – no chatter, all business. The sub had surfaced just east of a rocky island - 'Otocic Mrkan'. As he clambered down into the boats David realised that the intense darkness was more to do with the cliffs towering above him than the night sky. In fact according to Josh there was a half moon – occluded by the bulk of the cliffs leaving the sub in deep shadow. With very little cursing the men started to row around the...

An American War HeroChapter 31

"Time Gentlemen." Manny went about the hide away rousing the troops. There were a few quite groans as the men stood and stretched. Again they to a man checked their weapons. Apart from the DeLisle carbine, each man had Colt .45 pistol. This meant that they only needed to carry the one set of ammunition. For close up worked the commandos had a viscous knife. As David checked his knife's sheath, making sure the knife could be accessed easily, he smiled. The Brits seemed to have plenty of...

A Reluctant HeroChapter 8

November 28, 2013, South Fork, Day Creek – 45 Miles east of Tonasket, WA The faint orange glow on the side of the tent told Josh it was nearly sunrise when he woke up. Molly's body was pressed up against him, undoubtedly for warmth. Josh's exposed nose and cheeks told him that the temperature had dropped since they went to bed. It must be in the single digits. Josh's body reacted as you might expect when a cute coed was plastered against his body. He got hard. Josh was trying to will his...

An American War HeroChapter 32

David ducked as a bullet whined overhead. Looking around, he saw that most of his comrades were pinned behind various makeshift cover. From his vantage point he could see numerous civilians wounded and dead. The rest had scattered after the first violent exchange. Risking a glance toward the enemy, he was in time to see the head of one of the security force explode. That would be Julia, he thought. She had to be over half a mile away, as she was set up somewhere outside of the airfield...

An American War HeroChapter 33

David sat at the bar. Even in the dim smoky room the noise and cheering out on the street filtered through. "At least the barman doesn't have the radio going" he thought. His leg was starting to ache, so he got from the stool and limped over to a table with a padded cured high backed bench partially surrounding it. Settling in and stretching his leg out in front of him, he sipped his beer and thought about the past several weeks. The dull ache in his leg reminded him of the moment when he...

A Reluctant HeroChapter 10

December 4, 2013, 49 miles west of Bonner's Ferry, Idaho The sun was peeking over the hilltop to the east when Josh woke up. He stretched and then tried to disentangle himself from Molly so he could relieve himself outside. That woke Molly. She rolled over and greeted Josh with a kiss. "You ready for your birthday present?" she asked. She snaked a hand between their bodies and rubbed his hard-on." "Bathroom first," Josh gasped as she rubbed his erection. Molly let go of him....

Some Kind of HeroChapter 2

I woke up to brightness and the sound of birds chirping, and the barking of dogs off in the distance. I opened my eyes and looked around. Yes, I was in a tent. To my right I saw a cargo bag and a back pack. They both had a camouflage pattern, though the cargo bag was a heavy canvas material and the pack was a lighter material – ripstop nylon, it looked like to me – parachute cloth with a liner on the inside. They looked like the ones I remembered seeing the soldiers carrying on TV coverage of...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 3

Besides the fact that the lake I thought I'd climbed out of in the dark turned out to be a river, there was only one thing of note outside my tent, apart from the trees and nearby campers. A motorcycle: a Harley Davidson Road King, saddlebags and all, though I wasn't sure of the year. I took the wet pants and shirt I'd stripped out of the night before and hung them where the sun would dry them, then headed over to check out the bike. I'd been a Harley fan in my younger years. My...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 4

I pulled the backpack and cargo bag out of the tent, then the sleeping bag and ground pad. The sun wasn't up quite high enough to be shining directly down on me yet, but it would be soon so I figured I'd best get myself packed up before I went where I'd been reluctant to go – that leatherette document carrier sitting on top of the neatly folded clothes in my cargo bag. I shook out the sleeping bag and unzipped it completely, draping it over the camp table which I'd managed to not see in...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 5

Why Cooper James had decided to camp along the Klamath River where he did was a mystery to me. If he'd left Seattle headed for Santa Rosa, he had two choices, one was to take the coastal route along highway 101, or the inland route on I-5. He must have chosen the I-5 route to begin with, because we were only a few miles west of it now. We were on highway 96, the road that followed the Klamath river across the Klamath National Forest. It met up with highway 263 a few miles west, and from...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 6

Coming down out of the hills and back into the flat land of the Rincon Valley, it was still only late afternoon, but I was ready for a break. I rumbled across the valley until I saw signs saying I was following Santa Rosa Creek, and then I began looking for a place to park the bike for the night. I passed a building with a sign that said 'Hillside Inn', but kept going until I got to a place called the Flamingo One Stop Shopping Center. There was an IHOP there, so I walked in and smiled at...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 7

I found the young Miss Montoya standing beside my bike when I got back downstairs. The back parking area was well lit and there was a large flowering bush of some kind that would keep anyone from seeing it from the highway, which was several hundred yards away. "This is quite a nice bike," she said with another smile. "It looks new." "It is pretty new," I confessed. "I bought it when I got to Seattle a week ago, more or less." "A world traveler and rich to boot!" she grinned at...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 8

The last letter I had in the collection of correspondence from the law office had been a personal letter from Darius Booker to me. In it, he gave me his direct number, so I called it. It was obvious that he didn't give the number to a great number of people when he answered. "Booker!" "Mr. Booker, this is Cooper James." "Mr. James! I've been hoping I'd hear from you soon, where are you?" "I'm in Santa Rosa, more or less. I'm at the Hillside Inn, which I think might be...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 9

It was Darius and Cooper by the time we were done and it was a pretty small amount of paperwork, but there were a couple of more people who would be involved before this process was over. The investment firm's senior partner wanted a meeting as soon as it was convenient, but essentially I was already legally in control of the investment accounts Cooper's parents had set up with them, and they would continue to do as they were doing with the investments until the time came I felt I wanted to...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 10

"Wow," was all I could say when we pulled in front of the house. "Yeah, not your typical home, and not your typical location, is it?" Darius said. The house sat inside a curve of the Russian River and seemed to almost be built into the side of the hill behind it. The house was elevated slightly from the rest of the area in front of it and had a nice view of the river and the road in front of it. The road was visible from the house but it was set back in a draw about a quarter mile....

Some Kind of HeroChapter 11

I pulled into the rear parking space at the Hillside Inn, but walked through to the main lobby before going up to my room. Mostly I was looking for a newspaper, but I was pleased to see the lovely and elegant Kelli Montoya on duty at the desk. "Ahh, the lovely and elegant Kelli Montoya!" I said as I walked up. "Why if it isn't the charming and handsome Cooper James!" she returned with the same feigned bombastic air and a grin that matched mine. "How was your day in Santa...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 12

I woke in the morning, semi-glad to see that I was still Cooper James. The part of me that wanted to go back to being Harley Scoville had lost the argument long ago. The most convincing argument was the morning wood we'd been waking up with the past couple of days. There was a function long and sorely missed! Both sides of the coin would gladly settle for knowing why this had happened, even if we never learned how. Both sides also wondered what the hell we were going to be doing with our...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 13

I left for Dartmouth the next morning, before either of my parents were up. The train left at 5am and I wasn't foolish enough to want to try driving all the way to Dartmouth. As well, I knew that my parents would be there for my graduation, and they would come prepared to have my accumulated scholastic detritus packed to take home with them, since I would be headed straight for England. I thought of Rebecca the entire way and kept seeing her face in the glass of the rail car's window. We...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 14

I had fallen asleep with the TV on the night before and it had still been on when I woke up, but the channel it had been on had been showing something quiet – weather reports or something, until it had been interrupted by some onscreen airhead wishing some other onscreen airhead a happy birthday or something involving confetti, balloons and noisemakers. It was the noisemakers that pulled me out of my reverie. The memories of my early years and my departure for England in the war had replayed...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 15

The house was quiet, that first night. Far quieter than the inn had been and quieter than anything I remembered. Even my time at home before I'd started inhabiting retirement homes and elder care facilities hadn't been so quiet. The quiet was more a product of my feeling alone and far from anything or anyone I knew. I sat around a while, then tried going for a walk, but the driveway emptied directly out onto the highway and I didn't want to be walking alongside it with the sun going down...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 16

"Mitch, 'sup?" the kid at the counter hailed my young acquaintance. "Kory, I wanna find this dude here a laptop. What's the nicest piece of iron you got?" "For reals? Wow, uhh ... you need wireless, bluetooth, the works?" "Yes," I agreed, seeing Mitch nodding his head. In my head I was wondering what the hell bluetooth was. "Probably this HP then, he said turning back to the combination shelving unit and display. "802.11 N & G wireless adapter, 100 meg ethernet adapter,...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 17

The doorbell rang about fifteen minutes after I'd hung up with Mr. Chalmers, while I was staring into my newly semi-filled fridge trying to decide what I was going to have for dinner. "That was fast," I said as I opened the door, but rather than the male figure of Mr. Chalmers that I'd been expecting, it was a small, plump 40-something woman. "Oh excuse me, Mr. James," she said in a familiar voice. "I know I shouldn't have dropped in unexpectedly." "Not at all ... Mrs. Ibarra?"...

Some Kind of HeroChapter 18

I spent the rest of the night sitting in front of the laptop with the Chrome browser open Googling for ... well it seemed like everything, because there was so much I felt ignorant about. I did remember to throw Edwina's casserole in the oven. There was a post-it note on top with the cooking instructions. Probably something 27 year old Cooper would have needed, but a casserole is a casserole for a man my age, so in the oven for an hour at 350. I had some tomatoes and cheese that I had...

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"Harley, can you hear me? Can you answer me, Harley? Harley can you hear me?" Over and over again. "Shut up, I hear you!" I said aloud while screaming it in my head. "No need to yell any longer, Harley," the voice said. "We've got a good connection now. Full bars." "Full bars is good," I agreed, my eyes opening. The ceiling stared back at me. I sat up, shaking my head to try and clear it. The shock of what I'd just learned started to come back to me a little, and then the...

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When things came clear again, it was very obvious that I wasn't really awake. For one thing, I was sitting on my bed in my old dorm room at Dartmouth. For another, Cooper James was sitting in the chair at my study desk staring at me. "Cooper?" I asked. "Hello Grandfather," he answered gloomily. "I'm sorry," I said, not sure for what. Maybe for lots of things. "Great grandmother never told a soul," he said, letting me know what he thought I was apologizing for. "I always...

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Sunday night felt like a bit of a free-for-all in my head. Cooper and I were trying to reach some accommodation to the fact that the both of us were stuffed inside the body that used to belong only to Cooper. Fortunately, Cooper agreed with Bud that he had thrown away his chance to be in charge when he tried to kill himself. "He did not try to kill himself," Bud reminded us. "He did kill himself. Our intervention prevented that death from being as permanent as Cooper thought it was going...

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The people at Play it Again Sports were very helpful. There weren't a lot of people there, holidays like this were usually slow, they explained. For that reason the limited staff working today were mostly veterans and managers. When I started talking about buying an entire home gym and then gave them the dimensions of the space available I found myself talking almost instantly to the owner, who asked me to call him Billy. He turned out to be quite a character, but also very sharp. We showed...

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We stopped at Applebee's and picked up a chicken Caesar Salad to go, then headed home. We'd managed to kill a few hours of our day and had started the ball rolling on getting the exercise equipment we wanted. On top of that it was just a great day to be out on the bike, and now we could listen to music while the miles zipped by. I spent the time while those miles zipped on in thought. The silent, me only kind, though I assumed Cooper would get at least a sense of it, the way things seemed...

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Now that the surprise of its existence no longer overwhelmed my normal attention to detail, I took notice of a few of its features. The cavern was not as cold as it looked, nor did my voice echo within it to the degree I expected. With the lights on, darkness existed only at the edges and far corners. The floor of the cavern was covered in a dark gray dust that muffled my footsteps to the point where they didn't echo at all. Still, I didn't want these new details to distract me from our...

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Our morning run felt good and the shower afterward felt even better. The aftermath of the shower combined with the leavings from a couple days of washing up and kitchen cleaning made me decide that we needed to wash a load of bath and kitchen towels, wash clothes and the handful of shop rags we'd used to wipe the bike down with. It was a small load, but I'd feel better about not having any dirty towels in the hamper when Mrs. Ibarra arrived. Except for what I had worn the day before, all my...

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Mrs. Ibarra stood smiling at the door when I opened it. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad when I saw that her arms were empty. No gift of lunch today. "Good morning Edwina, please, come on in," I smiled in return, opening the door and waving her inside. "Thank you Cooper," she said and I followed her through the entry and into the living room. "I thought we might sit in the kitchen, if you'd like. I've got tea water on, or lemonade if you'd prefer something cold." "The...

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Lunch was toasted bagels, with slices of salami and pepper jack cheese, and then I spent some more time online. Google let me find the news I was looking for from the Blackwood area newspapers. Harold Lee Scoville had died and the reporting was very kind. I found references to several obituaries in some of the larger national print publications as well, thanks to my ties to the newspaper and publishing industries. I had been too old too long to be worried about how any of my children,...

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I was used to well off. As Harley I had been used to far more than well off. But a billionaire? Three times over? Oh My God. Throw in a few expletives while you're at it! God Damn! "I'm richer than Donald Trump." I said through my slack-jawed daze. "you're richer than quite a few billionaires," Michael laughed. "The Forbes 400 is a list of the 400 richest Americans and you are richer than almost three hundred of them." "How does this work then?" I asked through my slowly...

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There was a big surprise waiting for me on the porch when I got home. The FedEx folks had been by and two very large boxes were sitting against the front door. "That's my stuff from Camp Gonsalvez," Cooper said. I drove the bike into the garage and parked it, but took the two helmets and the two beers in with me, dropping the first two on the breakfast bar. I opened one of the beers and put the other in the fridge. I took a long, refreshing pull from my open beer and immediately began...

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There was a light rain the next morning but I ran anyway, enjoying the coolness and the hushed tones of the rain falling lightly all around me. I took my shower and then ate breakfast wearing only a pair of boxers and a pair of socks. I spent a little time on the internet afterward, looking for some pictures of the Santa Rosa parade. I found exactly what I wanted and realized at that moment that I didn't have a printer, so I couldn't print the picture I wanted. I bookmarked the links I'd...

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The cavern seemed cool after the ride back from the Hillside Inn. Bud had been silently insistent on an immediate practice session. Other than a desire for a bit of time searching the internet for possible first date activities, Cooper and I were eager as well. "Remember that sense of focusing beyond focus," he reminded us as we settled into our now familiar spot on the cavern floor. "You must strive for an ever smaller focus point. Right now your sense is dancing around the molecules,...

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I was thinking about calling Kelli the next morning to ask her if she liked golf. I'd liked the game when I was younger but had never picked it back up once I was back from Europe following VE Day. Cooper had played but had never been all that taken with it, but was game to give it another try. I had thought an afternoon of golf, followed by an upscale dinner someplace near the golf course. My plan to call Kelli were interrupted by my phone ringing. "Cooper James," I answered. "Cooper!...

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Well, this was a fine situation I'd gotten myself into. I was back in charge of myself again, thanks to some mysterious mental manipulations by Grandpa Harley. That thought came later though. The first thing I realized was that I was locked on something, or rather we were locked on something. No slippery-slidey evasion, no fading in and out or around. We were locked on a molecule of something. "Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it" I felt Harley's...

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The doorbell had been four installers from Play it Again Sports. It took a couple hours with them to get the equipment assembled and configured properly. They had a diagram based on the photo and measurements I'd given Billy back at the store. While they were working I went looking for something to offer them in the way of refreshments, but I was out of beer and couldn't find any soft drinks. There were a few more cans of frozen lemonade concentrate in the freezer, but I was out of lemons...

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I was back at the Coddingtown Mall, or almost. Santa Rosa Ski & Sport was just across Guerneville road from the mall. I found everything I needed there, including a rack that I could mount myself to the spare tire mount on the rear. When they showed me a mount that fit over the spare tire mounting bracket, allowing you to put the spare back on the mount after attaching the ski rack, I was sold. I bought a nice pair of Radar X-Caliber combo skis and bindings, a Hyperlite life vest and...

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That night, sometime near ten pm, I moved my first speck of dust. I almost passed out from either the shock of it, the effort or perhaps some of both. "You did it!" Bud exulted. "It was just a single speck of dust," I reminded him. "And look at me. It wiped me out!" "Yes, it did, but that's to be expected. Think about the three or four molecules you were locking onto this morning and think about this speck of dust." "Sure," I said, remembering this morning's effort, and...

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The coming week was going to start with a bang: Monday a meeting with FiberDyne and Major Lancaster. Tuesday, we would be flown to Travis Air Force base where we would hold a press conference where FiberDyne's status as a supplier of strategic materials would be announced. I wondered why the defense department would even bother with something like that, but assumed I would know more after meeting the Major on Monday. I talked to Kelli briefly, asking her if she had thought of bringing...

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The sherbet had been in the freezer for only a few minutes when I was finally back down in the cavern behind the basement wall. "time for something a little different," Bud told me as I stood in my usual spot. "Walk over to the far wall." I walked in the direction I knew he meant and saw that here the wall bulged out slightly about four feet above the floor of the cavern, forming a shelf or bench of solid stone. On the bench I saw several slabs of different materials. The first was a...

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Kelli and I talked twice Friday evening. I called her the first time to tell her my dessert plans had worked out. I told her I was very happy with the results. When she asked if there was anything she could do, I suggested a dark chocolate topping, if she knew of one she liked. She 'hmmm'd' at me and said she had an idea. She called me later to say she'd found a topping and that she was worried that she'd be too excited to sleep that night. I joked that this was just what a guy liked to...

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The transition from car to houseboat went smoothly. Darius, Ken and I packed the three coolers in, while the ladies grabbed as much of everything else as possible. One more trip for skis and the only thing left was to get the sherbet out of the freezer. I turned the freezer off at the same time, unplugging it from the Jeep's 12 volt circuit. I got my dessert safely settled in the houseboat's freezer and then I dropped the houseboat's lines while Gloria helped Ken untie the ski boat from...

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I refilled my glass and went to stand at the back of the boat. I stood there for quite a while, staring at the water, occasionally locking on a bit of it. It was interesting, the water was more or less staying in one place while I was moving, but the effect was the same as the moving water back in the cavern. The movement made it harder to get a lock, but the water, as it had before, seemed eager to oblige. The effort needed to focus on it left me free to disengage myself from the foul mood...

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The grill was already hot when we got there, and The burgers went on as we were tying up. Darius and I cleaned the skis and gear off and put it away while Kelli headed to the bathroom to change. I came back from taking my turn at getting changed, and brushing my teeth a little – got to keep my breath kissing fresh! Kelli was helping Gloria get things set up while Tina was cooking. I offered to help, but was told to go away, and that lunch would be in twenty minutes. I grabbed a fresh ice tea...

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Tina and Gloria had both wanted more time water skiing and Darius was glad to take the boat out for them. Ken suggested he should stay behind, because we didn't want to leave the houseboat unattended. We had all agreed that was probably a good idea. That left Kelli and I alone with the two jet skis. Between the whine of the engine and the sound of the jet skis hitting the water as they went skipping side-by-side across the water like synchronized well thrown stones, there wasn't much...

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The rest of the day on the lake was much more laid back. After we got back, everyone else got in a little time on the jet skis, and Kelli and I got in a little time soaking up rays on the sun deck. Minus the wet suit pieces and the life jackets, we were looking much more like sun worshipers than we had earlier. Kelli had some sun block, though I was in far more need of it than she was. She applied it liberally to me and then I had the pleasure of returning the favor. Needless to say, the...

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I woke up happy Sunday morning. A little stiff and sore, but happy. The skiing had used muscles that I hadn't exercised recently, and they let me know about it. The happy was entirely based on Kelli Montoya. A quick run around the property loosened up the muscles enough to stop their complaining, then I spent an hour in the basement working them over so they wouldn't be so eager to complain in the future. As for my Kelli Montoya smile, I would send her flowers tomorrow, and call her later...

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"Think of it as taking a step back from a rattlesnake you encounter on the trail," Bud suggested. "You keep your awareness focused on the snake, but you move back from it." "Step back where? There's nothing there, nowhere to go." I asked, confused. "okay, okay, okay," he rushed. "Try another tack. "You're focusing through binoculars. You have a particular building in your sight. Now zoom out so you see more and more of the city, while still remaining centered on the...

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Major Vance Lancaster was a foot shorter than I was, with a soft voice and a mustache that qualified as somewhere between 'pencil' and 'disappointing'. He was wearing an Air Force uniform which automatically counted as a strike against him in my book. His soft handshake and weak smile didn't win him any points either. 'Sergeant James," he said as he approached me in the Kaffe Mocha & Grill, our lunch destination. Lloyd, Ben and Sam stood behind me. "A Pleasure to meet you at...

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The helicopter wasn't visible as I approached the FiberDyne building the next morning. I took the elevator up to the office and found all three of my partners there. "Good morning Cooper," Ben greeted me when he saw me. "Coffee's on!" I grabbed a cup, not having had my morning's quota yet and walked over to where the three of them were standing, watching something on the computer. "what's so interesting?" "Ahh, Sam stumbled across this page full of animated gifs on the...

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