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Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 9

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Chapter 9

President Helen Bender sat in the oval office going over the reports from New York City. The joint chiefs sat to her right and left quietly letting her remove the reports on the mutants that were in charge of safe guarding the remaining affected people.

Helen slapped down one of the folders that was open to the picture of blue haired man in black hoodie. The name of Captain Beau Lucas. “He’s the only one I want out of the bunch. The rest can be terminated or sent to the new Supers military division for all I care.” She said.

Cor. Eric Briggs turned toward her with a careful expression. “Madam President. Rider and Doctor Eva Jones, Vlad are also top picks we can use for the new Supers divisions. Captain Lucas might be a problem we may want to take care of before we can secure the city and the mutants as assets for military service.”

President Bender folded her arms across her chest and sat back in her seat. “How much of a problem? Be direct. If the analysis report on what Lucas can possible do with weapon and defense engineering is actuate-”

Eric nodded his head. “It is. Madam President. Completely detailed and researched. He’s a modern day Tesla wizard to put it in plain terms.”

President Bender nodded her head. “Good. So what’s the need of a termination of a valuable asset. What’s left of the UK and the European Federation have secured themselves a ready supply of assets for combat and civilian use. But, none of them have a possible asset like Lucas. I want him. The stable mutants that aren’t insane don’t matter or can be shipped out to the Supers stable. But, I see you still have an objection Eric. So give it to me straight. What don’t you like about him?”

Eric didn’t smile but his stare was direct. “Tesla was an idealist with a genius mind. Lucas is a one of kind Super not yet documented in the world. He might be the only one of his own kind. We don’t know if we can control him or will he end up being a liability we have to neutralize down the road. The times are uncertain with the country and the military all going through a reconstruction period.”

President Bender shook her head. “What am I missing that wasn’t in the files?” She said.

Eric held up an Android tablet. “This is something I want you to see.” He said and then bent down setting it on the floor.

President Bender frowned between him and the tablet. “Eric what the hell are you doing?” She asked.

– Voice ID confirmed begin message – A voice from the tablet said.

Suddenly a full body virtual image of Beau Lucas dressed in a hoodie, jeans and sneakers standing before her. “Hello, President Bender. I’m Captain Beau Lucas one of the commanders left protecting the innocent Americans still held up in New York. I designed this device to get into communication with you. All we’re asking is for a chance to be let back into society again and away out of the city before winter sets in the coming near months. Our leader is Jack Rider. Please get in contact with him and his team for us to begin talk. I have enclosed information and blue prints for technical advances I and my team have done. I’m sending this to you as a means of good faith and the hope that you will allow us a way out of the state of life in which New York City has become. We are willing to work with you and talk of how we can benefit you. I’m sure you’ve gathered much information on us from the droids you’ve launched around the city and images you’ve taken. We’ll await your call. Have a good day.” He said and message and image of Beau was gone.

Eric stared at President Bender. “What do you think?” He said.

President Bender pointed at the tablet. “I want everything he sent given to our people and begin the work on it. How did he get the tablet out to us?” She asked.

Eric smiled. “He used one of the drones we sent inside the city as messenger pidgin. He also modified it slightly to make it more improved for flight and none detection.” He said.

President Bender grimaced waving him away. “The plan is still the same. I want him and him only. Tell the freaks whatever bullshit they want to hear and arrange to make it happen but we’re not taking all of those freaks out of that hell hole. Only a handful and make sure it is clear that the second he gets out Lucas is coming to work for us on a permanent basis.” She said.

Eric stared at her. “President-” He began but President Bender held up her hand forestalling any attempts he would have made to argue with her.

“Make it happen like I said. We can not allow the most dangerous monsters out of that place. After we get Beau and few of his people out we’re going to close that place off for as long as it takes for whoever demon that monster created to die off during the winter or through starvation. Get it done or I’ll find someone to get done for me.” She said.

Eric gave her nod. “Okay. I’ll make it happen.” He said. “What about the other selections you have in your mind?” He asked.

“I already have them on board. We’ll use them until we don’t need them or they prove to be to dangerous to deal with. I’m going to need more information on the children and training camps on their progress going so far for the super soldiers division.” She said.

Eric nodded sitting back in his seat. “The peace keeper program is going very well. Our instructors are doing well and producing soldiers ready for combat in the coming months against the Cabal. We just need more soldiers to process the programming better.” He said.

President Bender smiled “You’ll get your freak soldiers Eric. I’m going to see to that.” She said.

James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 7

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All four were seated at a table with James and Angus seated together and Ava and Nickolas facing them. James used to hiding his emotions in front of strangers smiled but he was quiet as the atmosphere felt strange but bot Angus and Ava acted like old friends reconnecting.

Angus turned to Nickolas. “Count. Your letter was rather vague on details of the item that was stolen from you. If you could give me just a little more details on what it is and when you noticed it stolen then I can get to finding the item and the possible thief or thieves that stole it from you.”

Nickolas studied Angus’ face closely and he nodded his head. “Of course I meant the letter to be a little vague being I didn’t want to entirely trust the details the relaying of it into letter no matter the magical protection and wards you have on your owl. Ava if you would be so kind as to present the file to Mr. Potter.”

Ava bowed to him slightly and with a twist of her a few whispered words barely heard her wand appeared in her hand. She spoke barely above a whisper again and a document folder appeared in Angus’ hands.

“Thank you, Ava. Alright. Let’s see what we have here.’ Angus said almost to himself as he unfolded the document and started quickly scanning the contents humming lightly. He stopped on one page frowned and brought it out. It was large page moving photo of private home museum that was wrecked while men in dark scarlet trench jackets looking around the area scanning it with their wands.

“How many Aurors do you have on your case currently?” Angus asked carefully.

“I have five. A great many value items and relics of the past were taken from my private collection. None as important as the one you will be seeking and the wizard and killing for the annoyance he has caused me.” He said firmly.

The Count glanced at James. “Mr. Potter. I found it very odd that your father introduced you as James Potter. Yet, your mother has referred to you as Harry Potter. A name sake of your ancestor the one lived and slayer the Dark Lord.”

James was used to this type of behavior. “My father named me James Potter Heir to the house of Potter, defender of the old true ways, The last Hallow of the past.. So that is my official house name and title. My mother can call me whatever name she pleases. It is her right. It is the name she gave me in respect to my ancestor and her hopes for me becoming a great Auror as my ancestor was in his day.”

He said speaking in calm tones. Though his voice didn’t carry the same echoing power as his father it was clear and direct.
The Count nodded stiffly and tried for a social smile. “Yes. Yes. I did forget that his career in the ministry as a Auror had been impressive after his defeat of the Dark Lord. Would you or your father care for a drink or something to eat before you and your father head off to your task for me?”

James looked at his Angus was smiling but shaking his head at The Count. “My apologies, Count but we’ll have to get going so we can handle your case.” He said.

The all started to rise from their seats. The Count shrugged and waved them outside back the way they had entered the restaurant. “I will live you to it then. Oh. I do apologies if the announcement of my engagement to Ava came as a surprise to you Mr. Potter.” He said addressing Angus.

Both James and Ava looked toward Angus. Angus shook his head. “No need to apologies Count. Ava is her own woman and entitled to her own happiness. I wish you both well.” He said with nod of his head. “We’ll be off then.”

James felt it again. Unease. He glanced at his mother one last time to her smile. “Mother. I will see you soon.” He said and leaned toward her.
Ava met him half way the distance and he kissed her cheek. “I love you. Obey your father.” She said to him.

James nodded. “I will. I love you to.” He said and followed Angus out the way they had come in.

Angus wrapped his around James pulling him close while James notice his father hand a hand on his peacemaker. His father shook his head. “Close your eyes son. Nothing bad is going happen to you.”

James obeyed and they went into apparition. The feeling twisted apart to being pulled into yourself was worse because short period he had to rest his mind from it but soon enough they were somewhere else. James forced his eyes opened as Angus took his hand leading him into a store front shop.


James head hurt but kept quiet about it because seemed physically upset about finding out about Ava’s engagement. “I didn’t know mom was getting married.”

“She isn’t getting married, son.” Angus said in a distracted voice going to the front of the store and started looking around the small bookstore.
James froze. “What do you mean? Your not going to do something to him are you?”

Angus looked at him and shook his head. “What?! Of course not. Son. Listen. We’re going to finish this job as fast as humanly possible send the item to that jackass by Owl and hopefully your not going to be connected to anything related to him. Remember son. You only met that man once in passing. We have nothing to do with him and ill feelings for him. Understand?!”

James stared at him. “Dad. You looked you were going to kill him.”

Angus snorted and shook his head. “Son. I don’t care about that little shit. He’s an obvious jealous hater and an annoying fan boy still whining and moaning about his idol being blasted to hell by my grandpa when he was seventeen. What a joke?!” He said laughing loudly.

James stared at his father and then burst out into laughter. “Dad. You can’t be serious.”

“Son. Riddle’s fanboys always call him the Dark Lord or refer to us as the descendants of the slayer of Dark Lord. They never call it for what it is. They all have the same damn pattern. They simply just don’t get.”

“What is it then?” James asked paused in middle of his laughter.

Angus had that glint in his eyes and stared at his son with a spark gaze and a funny grin on his lips. “Tom Riddle was a middle aged psycho that had been taken out by a seventeen year old wizard because he was a loser. His fanboys can’t accept the facts. Grandpa Harry beat him in the duel but Albus Dombledore and Severus Snape assassinated his ass with a daring nerve and a cunning planning.”

James nodded silently and patted his chest with his fist at the same time Angus did in memory of the true heroes that saved the wizarding world in the last war. He looked around the book store in question. “Why did you bring us here? Where are we by the by.”

“London!” Angus grinned. “Where here to get some information and visit an old friend while we have the time.”

“What’s noise?”

They turned to the back to see a two elderly females one with wild orange and gray long hair with large glasses on her in brown dress on and her companion a slim woman with blond hair and gray blue eyes that studied them both in surprise.

Angus grinned coming over as they’re stared at him in shock. “Aunty Hermione. You’re looking good. I wasn’t expecting to see the wonderful Luna with you as well. I’m back.” He said coming over to them.

They cried hugging and laying kisses on his face and head as they cried. James stood in place surprised and not knowing what to do. Though he hadn’t met his great great aunt in-law before he had met Luna.

Luna looked over at him and put a finger to her lips giving him a wink and waved him over. James nodded and quickly over to join in the greeting.

TITAN OF THE SIN: Chapter 1

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Aaron’s tale

Eight-Four years ago

They called me Muddy the slave. They said, I was born in the mud when my parents were barely adults while both my parents worked in the mud pits crafting bricks from straw, hey and the sands of THE SIN. I don’t even remember my parents. All I could remember was my uncle, Straw boy raising me up to form the bricks that would be sold at the market by our masters. I was chained to him along with two others who could have been my male cousins or just slaves sense the days I started to care to remember things. Very few of us got a name from our current master Drakes Moore. We had had several masters over the years sense before and after I came to existence on the farm.

I lived the first part of my life on a mud slaver farm on the farm making bricks with uncle and two other slaves. We lived in the mud. We worked in the mud. We slept in the mud and ate mud cakes and pig slop. I don’t remember what age I was when they called me Muddy but I got the name because I had finally got sick for the last time of eating pig slop and hard brick mud cakes.

I had broken my tooth on a hard cake that was dipped in pig slop that my uncle had made for me to eat so I would shut up about being hungry and make bricks faster. He had laughed in my face only with the other slaves who were busy eating and working at the same time near the end of a work day.

“That out a learn ya to keep to your work boy. Now get back to making those bricks Muddy. It’s about the only thing your good for anyway. We got to get finished for the day or the master will crack the whip against our backs for the delay in our working.” Straw boy said.

“To work.” Quiet Slave said. “The master is bringing someone with him. It looks like he’s to sell another one of us off. To work everyone and be on you best show behavior Straw boy. Muddy get to work.” He said ducking his head down and started working.

I spat out a tooth and threw the mud cake down. I was hungry and angry at Straw boy for the joke he played on me. He held up a brick he had crafted from the mud and straw easily in a few seconds. “Get back to work or I’ll knock out your other teeth.” He warned me.

It was never an empty threat. Straw boy didn’t like me and he enjoyed giving me my extra due of pain more then our master did when ever one of us got out line we all got the snap of the bull whip against our backs. My stomach growled in pain but I turned my face to the mud and started forming the brick mixing it with the sand of THE SIN and straw and threw the brick into the cart. I was only getting more angry now and I was still hungry. I went to work faster then I normally would and pretty soon I was just grabbing up mud and throwing it into the cart and forming it on the cart just to save time.

Straw boy hit me with a mud rock and started beating me like a mad man screaming curses at me. The other slaves tried to calm him down but shook them off him and continued beating me with the brick. I was confused and I didn’t understand what was going on until he pushed my head down in the mud and tried to kill me. Straw boy had attempted to kill me a few times when he lost his hold on his black rage but he always came out of it after a few moments. This time was different though. I could feel it. I realized quickly enough that he wanted to really kill me this time.

I reached for the mud with my mind going into it. I relaxed and let the mud heal my wounds until finally I felt Straw boy’s hands on head slipped away and I could finally raise up and knock him in face the with a heavy sharp rock. Straw boy screamed loudly and fell back and then I felt the crack of the whip hit my back and I fell to my knees. Straw Boy was on me now hands around my throat and choking the life out of me.

I was released finally because Straw boy was being pulled off me. I watched as he eyes grew wide as the bull whip around his neck started choking the life out of him. I saw tears flow from his eyes as he pleaded for mercy in what breathes he could get out. I heard the unfamiliar laughter of another male.

“The boy is a sharp one for working decent enough ground magic. I’ll take em.” He said.

I turned toward the voice of a man. I froze at the sight of tall muscled man with grey hair and dressed in dark brown leather armor. I stared at his burning glowing ruby eyes of our master who stared at me. A slow smile formed on his meaty red face.

A Dan. The other slaves all bowed as he strangled Straw boy to death and then with a quick jerk of his whip the Dan snapped his neck with his bull whip. This was the first time I have seen an immortal. He stared back at me and gave me a nod. “Hmm. Got some spirit in you ya Muddy. I am your new master. They call me Elmo, Dan of Sharo. You are now Muddy of Sharo. My slave.”

Muddy of Sharo. Hmm. This was the first time I had been given a pack name to denote who I was and what pack I hailed from. I bowed to him. “Hello, master. What would you have me do?”

Elmo stared at me and then I felt the brand on my neck burn and change. The chains on my wrists glowed and changed to silver gauntlets. He grinned and then he snapped his fingers another male with a younger face similar to Elmo walked up to stand beside him. He came over and yanked me out the thick mud and walked me over back to Elmo who stared at me as I stared up at him meeting his strange magical powerful gaze.

I remember suddenly that I was supposed to look away out of respect and I did so but Elmo put his fingers under my chin to lift my head up and stare at me. “You’ll do fine for what I intend for you. Aaron my eldest will be your teacher. You will learn from him well or you will die and be of no damned use to anyone but the crows and warms to feast on your dead body. Come. Let’s go.” He said releasing my chin and turned his back and walked away.

Aaron’s hand was still on my arm. He gave me a tug and led the way as we followed Elmo out of the mud farm. I can remember passing my old master who had been bowed to the ground his face pressed down on the mud as we passed. I didn’t look back I just wondered at the strangeness of the Elmo the Dan of Sharo.

Why does his eyes glow so brightly?

“Oh that’s an easy enough question to answer. He’s an immortal.” Aaron of Sharo said answering my question and making me frown in surprise because I hadn’t remembered speaking the question aloud.

I looked at him. Aaron but his eyes were staring at his father’s back. “What is an immortal?” I asked instead of asking about how he knew what I was thinking.

Aaron laughed shaking his head. “Oh no. That is a long story and we haven’t the time to get into it. You have much to learn and I have more then enough things to teach you. Be patient and be attentive because you must learn or you indeed will die.”

X0 “The Glassgo Job” Episode 2

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I moved in close to my target cover and fell into my new persona of Charlie Kent. Mr. Kent? Old money. Black sheep of a family group. Charming. Adventurous.

The feel of the crowd was quiet yet they were all excited to get a pass into the famous and rich Roberto Glassgo’s inner circle private invitation only party.

I made my approuch and my target turned and he stared at my eye wide eyed. I smiled. “I know. I know. I’m a handsome devil am I not old boy.” I said adding charm and whit to my tone and body language.

I felt a few heads turned my way as they heard my distinct accents in my voice.

The mark blushed as he realized what he had been doing. He started to open his mouth to apologize but I shook my head. “No troubles old Boy. The name is Charle Kent. You not have heard of me but trust me that is extreme intentionality by design from my family group.” I said offering him my hand in a upward facing

The jester got more then a few odd raised eyebrows and side glances. It was a uncommon jester of greeting and I completely made up on the spot. The mark mimicked my jester off-handedly. “Hello, the name is Joel Lee. I am the CEO of Data Trades Ink. A pleasure. Ah what do you do,if I may be so bold to ask?”

I laughed loweringly my hand and following into step with him. “I specialize in consulting. I also buy and sell secrets here and there. My family group only permits me to have a small little business. I can’t become an embarrassment on the old money family you know. Does your lovely wife with you manage your clients well?”

Joel stared at me wide eyed in surprise. “I-I ah. Yes. My wife Amanda does so. How did you know that?”

I chuckled. “Like, I told you I buy and sell secrets as well as I do a little consulting work for the authority, ah no. I meant the purple district clients.” I said with a fake smile of embarrassment at the intentional slip up.

Joel stared at me. “Your a sp-ah!” He stopped because his wife gave him a little kick.

Amanda offered her hand to me. “Pleased to meet you executive class Kent.”

I bowed my head over her hand for a second. “Charmed. But please call me consultant Kent. How is the managment of Deta trades now-a-days?” I asked as we neared the front doors to the building.

Amanda laughed. “Are you interested in our company secrets Consultant Kent?”

Security druids checked invites and let in a few guests and herded several others away that failed the test. Tight security. Hmm. I figured as much.

I shook my head and I reached into my pocket. “Not really. I’m just interested in a casual conversation with interesting people. Nothing big. Joel. What deals are you planning on making tonight? Feel free to lie to me. I enjoy good stories.” I asked and then I hit the switch on my remote trigger before I removed a soft candy and unwrapped it slipped the candy into my mouth. I rolled the candy in my mouth staring at him and waited for signal to go out to the box I put in the trash bin a ten feet away.

Joel frowned at me. “Is Charlie Kent your real name?”

I gave him a sincere smile. “You are new here aren’t you? I like how adorable you are. Why would I give you the real name to my family group in a public setting?! What fun would that be? Not to mention the hell my dear grand mother would raise if I did so gives me pause because of the hold she has on my allowance this month.” I said and heard a few chuckles from the nosy gentleman and ladies listening intently to our conversation.

Joel blushed and even his wife hide a smile under her hand. He frowned at me. “Why the fake name then?”

I stared at him. “You believe everyone here is who they say they are?!” I snorted loudly in real laughter as an explosion went off behind me distracting everyone in the crowd.

My window of opportunity was open for a short period as panic and disorder spread like a virus through the crowd. I turned as the others did but I quickly snatched up Joel’s free arm and jerked him forward to the doors. “It looks like we had better hurry inside before what is going on outside catches up to us old boy.” I said adding a little bit of nervous tone to my voice that kicked Joel in to moving forward.

We quickly moved toward the druids flashing over our cards as some of the druids hurried out to secure the area of danger. We were let inside with little interaction between the security detail and guards. I walked inside the building walking quickly to the elevator with a smile on my face. I saw the camera inside in the corner overhead. Hmm. Can’t avoid everything. The camera would get my image. Have to figure out how to handle what comes of that later.

The Untouchables ep 5

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Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

We’re at Fighting Water’s spot. The Watering Hole. Pull up, Untouchables and enjoy a fun time of gaming, music, excellent beer, debates and…what the fuck? My eyes lock on a face I hadn’t seen in more then a minute.

“What’s up, man?” Tim asked me and attempted to turn around.

“Don’t look, bro. You’ll only get yourself in trouble with your mate at home. I think you should go home now.” I told him.

Tim did a quick glance over his shoulder and froze. I shook my head at him.

“Is she available?” Tim asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Your not her type and she isn’t a hoe. Raw B Money is a millionaire streamer and dangerous and mated woman.”

“You think I can’t pull her?”

I nodded. “You haven’t a chance in the nine hells of touching her let alone pulling her.”

“Why because I’m a Metal Bone. I was born here you know. I got rights.” Tim said. He was working himself up with that foreign alien born dream realm political bullshit.

I got out my Detapad and showed him her page. “Her net worth is on her page. Look.”

“Damn. She has nice tits. Why can’t I shoot my shot, Dawg? Anna won’t find out about it.”

I shook my head brought up another page on the website.

Tim stared in confusion. “I don’t get it. Why are you showing me a picture of some kid and her Dad and what does this have to do with me getting some fresh ass.”

Tim’s mind was locked on fucking so I had to be patient. “It’s the same chick, same age. The big black darkness next to her is her mate. His name and profession is Alpha. He would stomp you out if he thought his female thought to even entertain thoughts of sex with you my friend.”

Tim looked at the picture then at me. “Is he an Untouchable? Is that why your trying to cuck block me?”

I stared at him. “If and when Mr. Alpha becomes or is an Untouchable he would of course be watching this cyberspace stream your on right now.”

Tim stared at me open mouthed. “Your live streaming our conversation. I-“

“Fatty. Is that you my love?” Raw B Money called out to me. She must be having one of her good days.

I smiled at her and waved. “Yes it is. Good evening Raw B. I am sending my donation to your page as we speak.” I said and then looked down at my Detapad to see she had already sent me tip of 500 ebs into my account with a short message. It’s time to collaborate. I hear the Untouchables is popping Boo. Let’s get that money.”

Raw B smiled and then looked over at Tim as he stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes lite up. Not with lust but pure greed. She waved him over to a seat at the card table. She was about to empty old Tim of him money and send him home happily to his wife.