James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 7

June 24, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

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.

X0 “The Glassgo Job” Episode 2

April 23, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

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.

Astro Bros Episode 13

February 10, 2024February 10, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

Largo

Largo. Do you a have lock on your target? Copy.

I grimanced put a hand over my mouth. “Target located. I’m following her to the location now. Copy. Hang tight.” I said and continued tailing the target. What the hell was she doing in the red district at 2 in the morning.

I followed her a distance until she got to the small hide away bar sandwiched between a bike store and somebody’s place.

I waited a bit as she went inside and got settled inside then I approuched the place and opened the door and took in the place. President Sergio ignored me as she stared at the bartender who looked uneasy up at her smiling nervously.

“Herold. Can I please have a cold Phoenix, please.”

I frowned and took a seat at the bar slapping down a physical ebs card. “I got five in my account can I get the same.”

“Coming up!” Herold said.

“What the fuck?! Herold. I’m not a kid. Give me a damn beer please.”

I frowned as Herold scanned my card and then slapped a beer on the bar in front of me. “She a teenager or something?”

“None of your business drink your beer and get the hell out.”

“Herold. I already paid for the beer. I want what I paid for.”

“I tried to forward you a refund? Just accept my-“

“Give me the damn beer or I’m going sue your ass for theft and discrimination against a social and political class.”

Interesting. All this fuss over a beer?! What the fuck was going on? I took a look at Bar Keeper. His eyes were shifty and the old bastard’s bald head was wet with sweat. He was afraid of President Sergio. Today was a bad for him because I came to put the squeeze on his ass until he told me everything.

“She sounds like a corpo. You better give her the beer you racist piece of shit or she’ll stomp your ass out in civil court.” I advised him.

Herold looked at me. “You with her? I ain’t do nothing to her father. I’ve been ran through the mud by Authority all day. I had my whole place turned up and down. I’m innocent.”

He lied smoothly. This was going to be fun. I held up the beer. “I’m just a working runner trying to get one beer finally from a hard week of little work. My mate won’t give me some ass either and I can’t afford some pretty new ass too so your my entertainment for the night. You still haven’t opened my beer.”

Herold was looking at me closely. “How much Sergio paid you? I ain’t done nothing to him and ain’t selling nothing to his kid.”

“Are you my body guard. I saw you following me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were a model and I was staring at your ass. I saw you coming in this bar and then got a look at your face as I was coming in and knew I couldn’t afford you. Bodyguard?! You mean that big mother fucker across the street with the Max P9. Oh I thought he was your pimp. Hey. Old man. Could you open my damn beer, please.”

Herold glared at me buying into my act and came over to open my beer and hand it back to me. President Sergio still didn’t buy my act though. I nodded to her but didn’t drink the beer. “Are you open to a-“

“-No. Drink your beer.” She said. “Herold. I just lost my Dad and twenty-five thousand valuation on my company in status. This was his favorite drinking spot. I came get a taste of his favorite beer and leave. I ain’t here for bullshit. Give me a damn beer or I’m going to sue you, take your bar and have your old ass sent to the pin for fucking with me the day my Dad passed away.””

“Holy shit. This shit is getting good. She’s got your ass jammed up. What you going to do Herold? ” I said just to turn up the tension in the room.

Herold calmly got out a beer bottle from under the bar popped it open and set it down in front of her. “Here’s your beer, bitch. I hope you enjoy it.”

President Sergio smiled and slid it back to him. “Drink it.”

There it was. Herold went motionless. “What?!” He said.

President Sergio drew out her P58. “I said drink it. Drink it all down. Every last drop. Do it right now.”

Hmm. Interesting. I saw the play now. The beer. Whoever transported the beer here was the one that got Sergio jammed up. That’s all I needed to know.

Herold looked at me. “Fifty thousand ebs. Kill her and it’s yours.”

I frowned at him. “I ain’t no solo.. It’s just a beer bro. Drink up.” I said smiled at him showing him my real face. He was a dead man. The beer was his best option I wasn’t going to make his end quick and painless.

Herold looked away from me to the beer and picked it up with a shaky hand.

3D illustration of neon gas station and retro car. Fog rain and night. Colour reflections on asphalt

Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 13

February 9, 2024February 9, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

I felt a buzzing in my jacket pocket where my detapad was located. I tapped my Bluetooth visor on right side. Dad’s annoyed face appeared before my eyes.

“What’s up Dad?”

“Your in red district at 2 in morning. You looking for a ice cream store?”

“Actually I’m heading for a beer at your old spot. What’s up?”

“You hate Beer!” Dad said. “Looks like your looking for trouble. I thought you out grew that bad habit.. Don’t you have a corp meeting tomorrow morning?”

“I do. Don’t worry so much. I really am just getting a beer. What was it like growing up here?”

“I didn’t grow up here. I grew up near the rim surviving in the Outlands during the winter and I spent the summers in the city looking for work before and after the frost war. The past doesn’t matter. Your alive. I’m not. Live your life. Get a mating contract. Get rich.”

“You don’t want me to be happy?” I asked.

“Being rich is happiness kiddo. You got a gift for it. Trust me I know. When you came into my life you brought me a lot of it thanks to that lovely brain of yours. You won’t find the people that got me. Find yourself a decent enough asshole with a heart of loyalty. There are more then a few at our little corporation.” He said.

“Hmm. Do you have a male in mind for me? Is he handsome?” I said and started to feel like someone was following me.

“Of course. Only the best for you kiddo. But, your not ready for him just yet. You should focus on making money. Get some sleep. Go home. Your a big time Corpo now. Your a busy young woman.”

“So you do have someone for me. He most be someone you respect. Whoever got you jammed up cost me twenty-five million ebs and time I can’t get back.”

“I know. You’ll make it up.. You don’t need to settle it. Forgive and forget. You know.”

I smiled when I saw the bar up ahead. “This male you have for me? He’s not a office man is he?What does he do?”

“He is a clean up man. He cleans up messes and shit-cans, shit bags. After you get your beer will you please go home? Talking to Herold won’t solve anything. He’s only going to lie.”

“I know. I’m not interested in what he has say. I’m just really going out for a beer and to relax a bit.. Did you hire bodyguards for me today?”

Dad gave me a side eye. “Of course I did. I might be dead but I’m not going to stop trying to look out for you.” He paused as he looked down at his detapad. “I got a go handle some business. Be safe Baby girl.” He said and my screen went blank.

I really wondered when he was going to stop pretending he was dead. Whatever happened to Dad one thing I was confident of now.. He wasn’t human so he hadn’t been born a human..non-humans were hard to kill. It started to rain and I hurried to the Bar.

Astro Bros Episode 12

February 7, 2024February 16, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

Six months later…

Omarion

I was getting strapped up with my P9s, body armor and sword as Hexi typed on her computer trying to try whatever codes she could to break open the program. I frowned. How long is it going to take you to crack it open.

Hexi shook her head. “As long as it’s going to take you to pause all that going to war suiting up shit. I told you. You ain’t going nowhere until I crack it open and Largo ain’t back yet so just hold the fuck on. We need the information inside before I figure a direction for you to go guns a blazing.”

I grimaced and shaking my head looked at the time on my wrist watch. Where the fuck was Largo? He should have gotten back here-

“Yo. I’m here family. Where the fuck are you going? What the fuck man? Why you eye balling me like that?” Largo said as he sauntered inside Hexi’s room. He was wearing all leather boots and smelled like cigars and cheap liquor.

“We got a black box delivery? Did you ride your bike back here in your condition?”

Largo glared at me. “I ain’t drunk. I was pretending is all. I ain’t drunk damn it. I’m good. Who sent the box?”

“Lawyer Mark Golden dropped by for visit and left a black box behind as aparting gift from our old boss. He said you might know the password to break past the the firewall. Do you?” I said.

Largo stared at me. “Shit. Hexi. Type in Ah…fuck. Ah. Type in, my crime is that of curiosity.”

Hexi typed it into the computer. The computer went back and then the man himself appeared on the screen. She grinned. “Bingo we have a winner.”

I stared at him. “What’s up Boss?”

Largo frowned at me. “Omarion. The dude is dead. This is just-“

“Hey Omar. I got myself killed this time. I’m going to need you to do a job for me.”

“How much?” I asked.

“It’ll be 50 ebs. Same deal. 25 ebs is being deposited into your account now as your starter fee. 25 ebs after the bodies are buried or burned. I don’t care. Find out who killed me and put em down before they come after my daughter because I know they will watch, wait and act. You know my usual spots and my favorite drinking hole. I’m sure you’ll figure out who did it soon enough and hey if you get it done in a week then…I’ll throw in Cy’s sword as a bonus. Later.” He said and disappeared from the screen.

Largo frowned at me. “What the hell is this? I thought this was a black box job. Is Sergio dead or not?”

I shook my head. No time. I grabbed a spare P9 from the table and handed it to Largo. “Not my business. We got a job to do. Now sober up and get your sword ready. We going hunting tonight little brother.”

Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 11

February 6, 2024 guardiandoggLeave a comment

Six Months later…..

Terry

I woke half naked with only my pants on and nothing else. My gear was gone and I had massive headache. I was lying on a concrete floor with smell of dry blood. It was warm. I only felt a little cool from the air conditioning.

Hmm. I heard the steady clip of heels approaching me from a hallway outside my cell. I wondered what the hell this was about. I rolled up to a sitting position on the floor. My head made me pay for the movement with extra pounding.

I tried tapping the side of my head and attempted to remove a VR headset that wasn’t there. This was real then. Where fuck was I?

I looked up as the heels came to a stop at a wall but I didn’t see a door. The door way slid open to a white hallway I saw past the female figure that stood in front of me as the door quickly slid closed behind us leaving us in the fake dungeon.

“Mr. Serio. Do you know why you are here?”

She wasn’t a model. Her tone and direct stare wasn’t like one of them and she smelled like soap and water with slash of roses. Corpo. She had to be an executive class. Shit.

“No. No. I don’t one moment I’m drinking coffee at my favorite bar and relaxing for night before a job now. I’m thinking when I get out of here I’m going to kill my favorite bartender for slipping me whatever he did to make my head hurt like a son of bitch. You got a job for me or are you presenting me with a mating contract?”

She stared at me. She reached behind her back presenting me with fancy silver detapad and clicked a bottom to show the picture of photo of a former client of mean a year ago. “Do you know this person?”

“Yeah. She gave me the name Katelyn Bess a solo operator of some kind. Wanted me to find some micro computer of some kind. I had to give her the credits back. I failed the job.”

The room flashed a green color.

What the hell?

She grimanced. “She wanted you to find a very special item. A Silverback. An item that you say you failed to find but I know that is a lie.”

Again the room flashed green. I shrugged. “I’m missing the part why I would willingly give up 50k ebs. I don’t break my word and I don’t give up ebs easily. I’m a business man and I eat what I kill.”

The green flashed green again.

She frowned at me. “Your a good liar. Fine then. Tell me where the Silverback is?”

“Your guess is as good as mean?” I said.

“Tell me where the Silverback is? Your evading my question. You must an idea where it is or in whom possession it currently is. Tell me.”

I smiled. “Can’t help you there. Your asking for free help. I’m not into charity work.” I said coming to my feet. All I had to do was grab a hold of her and use her as a hostage. Easy work.

“Oh. I think you can. I think you will.” She said before lifting her hand and firing fingernails toward. They stabbed into my chest.

Pain shot up into my chest as my body was lit up with lightning.. My body started shaking in a violent uncontrollably.

Astro Bros Episode 8

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Largo

Fucking hell! Kooper was here. Just fucking great. Not one fucking day off. Damn it to the nine hells and back. I turned to Omarion to get him out of the club only to see him chop the big shit house in the front, grab his arm and fold his ass on to the floor.

“Shit!”

“Largo! Get the mark.”

Whitehall was wide eyes as I threw my drink in his eyes before I punched him in the throat hard enough to end his ass quick. I got my datapad out taking a quick picture of him and sending it to our client.

Omarion was on the floor finishing off the Invader with a lightning fists to the invaders face. He got up as the bouncers came at us. Lightning Baby’s touch was on him. His right arm was touched with lightning. His gaze was directed toward where Kooper and his brats stood in the entrance. “LB gave me a job.”

I shook my head. “No way, bro.”

“You shit head nomads need to get the fuck out of here. There’s the door.”

Nomads?! Ah shit! That’s just what we didn’t need.

“Order or death. How do you plead?”

A chill went down my spine at the cold as steal words. I glanced behind over to Omarion to see a P9 Authority pistol pointed at the right side of his right temple by black leather wearing dude with dark sunglasses and dark presence.

The judge Bran Rafe stood aiming the pistol at my brother.

“Order. Request you take me in.” Omarion said.

“Granted. You and your brother are coming with me. Hands behind your back. You to Largo.”

I did as ordered but I had one thought. “How the fuck did he know my name?”

Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 5

January 14, 2024January 16, 2024 guardiandogg1 Comment

JON

I throw another can of gas down the street. I was down to one now. The streets were filled with the gas and the screams of my crew all running for their fucking lives from the dogs of the Kings of Newark and him. I used the time get my breath back. The fucker was coming. He didn’t stop. He just kept pace.

I didn’t know who or what the fuck he was. But, fucker knew me. I shouldn’t have entertained the conversation with him a few hours ago at the club. The conversation had just been a trap. But he let his mask down for second when he thought I wasn’t looking. I saw what he wanted and I ran.

JON!!

SHIT! I took off. I heard him coming now. My lungs were burning. My feet hurt. My head hurt. My heart hammered against my chest but I kept pushing. He had to give up. I just had to make it out of the city. Once I was on the road in the Outlands I would race to the portal out of the dream realm.

I came to a stop and stared at the Nomad Blood hound for the Kings of the Nomads. As he stared at me over his shoulder. Holy shit. No. No. He said nothing. He didn’t have to say anything. It was the end of the fucking line. He was a wall in my way. Everywhere was a wall of smoke. No it couldn’t end like this. I didn’t even know the reason why I had pissed them off. I drew my mini P9 and aimed it at him. “Back off fucker!”

He nodded to my right. “Authority is waiting for you up ahead. Take the bridge to the Outlands.” He said.

I frowned at him. “Your helping me. No fucking way.”

The Blood Hound smiled. “Sergio doesn’t want the Authority to get you. They’ll only put your ass in the Pin. He wants to burn your ass for selling that girl to the invader trash. Either way your not getting past me, Jackal. If you surrender he said he’ll make your death quick.” He said.

I ran for the left. I could make it. I could make it. I just needed to keep running. That fucker was twenty years older then me. I could out pace him. I just had to keep going. There had to be away out of this. Damn it. Debra. This was all that fucking bitch’s fault. I was going to survive. Fuck Sergio! Fuck the whole damned dream realm. They weren’t going to beat me.

Terry Sergio: burning Bridges episode 4

January 13, 2024 guardiandogg4 Comments

Debra

I was sat down in a steel chair in front of authority officer with dark sunglasses and a direct stare. “I am Officer Judge Bran Rafe. Please state your name and business or job.”

“Debra Sergio. I work for my elder as assistant and maid.” I said.

Judge Rafe frowned at me. “I have a Debra West, profession model on your legal ID. Is this correct?”

I shook my head. “No. My name was changed along with my profession a few hours ago and anything relating to the name and file will have to be updated. I’ve already given my statement about what happened. Is there anything? If not, I would like to be taken to my cell to await my trial.”

The Judge stared at me intently behind his mirrored dark sunglasses. “Sergio! I take it that Solo agent Terry Sergio has adopted you as his daughter?”

I felt my heat in my cheeks and as I glared at him. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. May I go to my cell please.”

“One moment.” The Judge said before getting out his datapad and quickly looking through something before he looked back at my file on the desk. He frowned. “On your file it says you are nineteen.”

“Yes I am. Sergio is well into his early thirties and old enough to be my father or elder so I fail to see the point in the question and I haven’t been mated. So I’m still am a underage. It doesn’t mean I’m a child. I just don’t presently have any rights or can own anything.”

“Hmm. Understood. Would you please surrender your lightning sword to my keeping for the moment.” He said. It wasn’t a question.

I shook my head. “That’s not in the cards for me. Sergio told me not to fight you until he handled the affairs concerning what happened to me. I am un able to form it let alone defend myself if you so chose to attack me.” I said feeling on edge after having to admit the truth.

“Hmm. Understood. Where is your former in employer/adopted father?” The Judge asked.

I clenched my teeth. “Red District on Old Block Wood 27th street.”

The Judge came up from his seat and waved me up. I bowed to him and came to my feet keeping my distance and my head lower then his and not looking at him directly. He stared at me with a stone cold face but it still felt like pity.

I could feel my face flushing. “What the fuck you looking at Authority?” I said but even to my own ears my voice was soft and barely above a whisper. Damn it.

“Nothing at all Miss Sergio. We will handle the matter that happened to you presently and your former employer/adopted father will be judged properly before the day break.”

I balled my fists together to keep him from seeing me shake at the sound of his voice. Damn it. He waved me toward the door. I didn’t want to move in front of him. It put me off and it was against everything of how I was taught. I had to force myself to move carefully toward the door. It was noisy and a lot of talk going on outside. I saw news footage on a big vid screen as a series of explosions went off and people running and then I saw the camera man point the camera toward the sky and symbol of Red Wolf head flashed from a search light.

Holy Shit! One of the Kings has called a holy war. I jerked my eyes away from the symbol as I felt The Judge behind me notice the vid footage.

“Alexa. I need men on the fucking street now. King Fish has called the Nomads to a Jackel Hunting party. Sammy take Miss Sergio to my office and watch her until I get back with Sergio.”

I frowned wondering how Sergio was going to get me out of this mess if he could.

Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 3

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Terry

It was an interesting story leaving me with more then enough questions and hunger to solve them. I just had a problem as well. I didn’t think I would get to solving half of the dozen questions swimming in my head.

“Well that sounds like a confession to me.” Officer Winks said rising up from one of my chairs he had his service P9 ready but it was pointed down at my floor. “You’ll be coming with us and be judged for your crime.”

I sat back in my seat reaching inside my suit pocket for my cigar and lighter. I stopped the recorder on my desk with a finger. I lit it up as they approached Dedra. She looked like she was about to get into a fight. I pointed a finger at her. “Are you a Nomad still?”

Debra frowned. “What?!”

“From your story I got the impression that you grew up in a Nomad culture. Is that right? Your a Nomad right or was that a lie? I mean it’s okay if your pretending to be a Nomad.”

“I am Nomad. I ain’t pretending to be nothing. I am what I am.”

I nodded. “That’s sad. I almost wished you had lied for my own sake of mind. You came to me for help. You’ll get your help and then some. You’ll go with these gentlemen to the authority station and I’ll handle you case from now on. No funny business.” I said.

Debra frowned at me.

I glared at her. “You’ll do what I tell you. You really don’t have a choice. Your wanderer on the roads looking for help. You got my help. Miss Debra Sergio” I said.

Debra flinched back but then held out her wrists for Officer Winks. I raised an eye brow. She blushed but she nodded. She looked down and offered her wrists to him. “I surrender to your handling and I won’t fight you.”

Officer Handy looked at me. “What the hell is this?” He asked me.

I shrugged. “She’s going along with you. I’ll handle her case. She won’t fight you. She isn’t allowed to because I told her too.” I said.

Officer Handy opened his mouth and then closed his mouth. “Sergio. What the hell is going on here? We’re taking this woman in. She’s headed into the Pin for-“

“-She isn’t legally a woman and you can’t charge her for being under the authority of her elder who used her as a sex slave. You should know the Nomad cultural laws Officer Handy. I believe it’s the first law of the Nomad culture.”

Officer Handy stared at me rolling his eyes. “Put the cuffs on her, Officer Winks. We’re done here playing games with this Solo agent.” He said dismissing me.

I smiled saying nothing. They would find out soon enough.

Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 1

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Six hours ago……

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Dedra

Club Zane was blazing with Bang Baby energy. You feel me?! Me and the girls were on break for a minute for an hour by the word of Zaddy G. It was wonderful. We hadn’t had a free night in six months and this was going to be our one and only before six a.m. and then we would be on hitting the streets turning a up the charm and then hitting the sheets for some eb coins to be emptied into our a DataPad coin accounts.

I was shaking and grooving and then I felt a tap on ass. I turned to see Zaddy G’s glowing green eyes. He was on the juice. But there was clarity in his eyes as well. He was all business. “Who is it?” I asked knowing he wanted me to start working again.

“The Jons at the bar. Red shirt and cheap black suit. Get him up stairs to room Twenty-Two. You’ll have second night of free tomorrow my little gift to you.” He said giving my lips a quick kiss and slipping the key in my pocket.

I don’t giggle and don’t say anything. I just move on to the bar wiping my lips of his taste. A second free night!? Yeah right! He was fixing to dump me. He said the same shit to Daisy when she turned twenty-five and was all used up with a few extra pounds on her belly and ass and to much jaded despair and drug use in her eyes.

I didn’t have the weight problem but I did have jade in my eyes and ways. I didn’t smile as much anymore or felt the need to be all that charming. Though honestly I didn’t need to. I was 6’2 fit and beautiful. I could get charm it or ask for a Jons money easy on the spot and I was turning twenty-six in a matter of days. My time was up. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. Zaddy G was my manager and held all the keys to my account. I had no trouble guessing that before the night was up I was going to be out of ebs before I woke up from night in the sheets.

I needed to turn this night around. It was time I got to thinking about what to do next. The ride was over and I needed to hitch on to something else. I made my way to my last Jon for the night and my life maybe. I sat down in front of him. A news story was playing on the Big Vid screen above the bartender’s head. I waited for the Jon to notice me and buy me a drink.

“You want a drink before we head up stairs?” He said.

I smiled. “I’ll have a Dry Martini.”

I was quiet letting him watch me and talk. I half ignored him not caring what the hell he was saying. It was all apart the game anyway. I found the story playing above more interesting. The couldn’t hear a word going on but it was another weird mystery about a murder and theft. Solo. Terry Sergio was in the background behind The Judge Bran Rafe and several authority officers all standing tall and acting like they had solved the case. The cameras focused on The Judge as he started speaking answer a question. I noticed the background where Sergio was making his quiet exit from the crowd.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed his hand away and turned my attention to him. “Let’s go, party.” I said and started walking away from him to follow me. He quickly caught up with me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I allowed it and kept on walking. I saw Zaddy G at the door pretending he was talking to somebody. He was watching and pointedly showed me my Data-Pad in his freehand. I smiled pulling on my mask to get ready for work. I snapped my fingers away from Zaddy G;s vision and the lights clicked off for a second before they came back on. It had been enough. My Data-Pad would be fried and he wouldn’t be able to use it. While he was figuring out how to get it repaired so he could get into my account I would be on the run not right after I got whatever cash I could out of this Jon. I was going to be nice. I would give him a good time but I for damn sure was going to get some Credits to use.

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