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Last Free First Chapter
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Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. "You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago."
Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. "You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago."
Resin saw her face twist into a snarl. He shook his head. He was going to have to swear out another complaint at the Sheriff's office in Columbia against Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance. This old wrinkled wisp of a woman had been a thorn in Resin's side since he made the stupid mistake of coming to this little jerk water town.
Sunshine stood on the driver seat of her Packer convertible to gain a better angle for that revolver at Resin. "Don't you be lying to me. You know exactly what I mean and I'll get the truth out of you even if I have to do it with lead. Come on admit it, you're Hank Freeman. You done me wrong thirty years ago and I'm here to make you pay for your lying, cheating, thieving ways."
Resin's ground his teeth, "You're delusional! Go back to your funny farm where you belong. I'm only twenty-six."
Resin dove behind the rear tractor tire as a bullet ripped through where he stood moments ago. A second later, the rear tire let loose with a high pitch hiss of air escaping through the gaping hole left the bullet left. The tractor twisted slightly as the tire sank, exposing the other tire to the same treatment. The radiator sputtered and gurgled, releasing its liquid in a stream as other bullets careened off different parts of the tractor.
Resin let out a stream of billingsgate with each impact trying to find him. Resin flew into action as the hammer hit the empty chamber. He rounded the tractor and made a beeline for the Packard as Sunshine fumbled with the ammo in her jean pocket. She slammed three rounds in the chamber as Resin charged. Resin launched over the car, clothes lining Sunshine across the chest. Resin landed in a crouch; Sunshine laid on her back, the air knocked out of her – but not the fight.
The revolver came up intended to put a bullet right between Resin's sea green eyes. He ripped the revolver free from her shaky fist as he flipped her over on her stomach. He kept Sunshine pinned to the ground with a knee to the small of her back. Resin slid the revolver in the back of his waistband and pulled several tie straps from his hip pocket. He twisted Sunshine's arms behind her back hog, tying her. Resin grabbed her by her waistband and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Sunshine flopped like a fish out of water trying to get free as Resin walked over to his pickup and deposited Sunshine among the crates of fruit and vegetables in the bed. Her face crimsoned, "You can't do this! I'm not some animal to be taken to the slaughter. You brash mother -" Resin shoved a greasy rag in her mouth cutting off the rest of Sunshine's rant.
"Chew on that for a while. It matches your mouth. Chiamaka….Chiamaka! Come on out it's over."
Chiamaka Chinwe Chibueze, his Kenyan housekeeper came out onto the porch. The edge of her apron was crumpled in her fist. Her worried expression changed when she saw where Sunshine was. "Resin, huna kutibu mwanamke mzee kama hiyo. Mimi kufundishwa wewe bora. (Resin, you don't treat an old lady like that. I taught you better.)"
"Now don't you start in on me, Chiamaka. I didn't hurt the old hag even though I wanted to tear her head off and shove it down her throat. Follow me into town so I can get rid of this pain." He did not wait for her response. He went over and climbed into the Packard, roaring the engine to life just to aggravate Sunshine by treating her baby so roughly.
Chiamaka untied her apron and threw it on the porch chair. She went back to the kitchen door and snatched the truck keys off the hook by the door, shutting the door. Resin could hear Chiamaka's tongue click clear over to the car. He shook his head as she came over to the car, holding out the truck keys.
Chiamaka tried to talk him out of what she considered would bring only heartache for those involved in Resin's scheme. He could still hear Chiamaka's Swahili even now when he mentioned his plan to her so long ago. "She may not want the past drug up. It may be your right to know, however, it's not right to force someone to relive their past when they choose not to." Then Chiamaka started correcting him as she would a small child. Click, clack, snapped her tongue let Resin know just how unhappy she was with him.
Resin threw her a disgusting snarl before he climbed out of the car and snatched the dangling keys. He stomped over to the truck, climbed and started the truck. He slammed the truck into drive, stomping accelerator as the truck threw rocks as it peeled out of the driveway and headed for town. Resin made sure to hit every rut in the road he could find.
Resin slowed down as he approached Columbia; getting stopped by the Sheriff before he could tell his side of the story was something he wanted to avoid. He rounded the corner, almost clipping the town's worse gossip Randi House.
Resin pulled into a parking space in front of the Sheriff's office. He shut off the truck and climbed out as Chiamaka drove the Packard in the parking space next to the truck. Resin reached in and pulled Sunshine out of the truck bed, slinging her over his shoulder once more. He walked up to the driver side of the Packard, listening to the aggravated clicking tongue of Chiamaka.
"Take the food order over to the grocery store while I take care of this pain. And no, I am not ready to see her yet. Now is not the time for it." He huffed, "Please just do it without the tongue clicks, okay."
Chiamaka gave him one last loud click of the tongue before she took the keys hanging from his hand. He just shook his head and then headed for the Sheriff office. By the time he transverse the fifteen feet to the door, small crowds started to gather in the town's doorways at the spectacle of Sunshine hanging over his shoulder.
The deputy looked up from her paperwork as Resin came through the door. Resin deposited Sunshine in the chair next to the deputy's desk. The deputy jumped up pulling the rag out of Sunshine's mouth. Sunshine spat and twisted her mouth trying to rid of the nasty taste. The deputy turned to Resin, "You can't be treating Miss Defiance this way. I ought to charge you with assault."
"Before you charge me with assault I want this shriveled up old crone charged with assault with a deadly weapon." Resin's face twisted in a snarl two inches from the deputy's face.
The deputy's mouth twisted in disbelief, "You're trying to tell me she assaulted you? I don't believe it."
Resin pulled the revolver out of his waistband and placed it on the desk, "Check it out for yourself. You'll find the bullets from her revolver in different parts of my Allis Chalmers. She has caused over five thousand dollars in damages to my tractor. I want her locked up this time." He poked a finger at the deputy. "I'm sick of her being able to go around harassing people without any repercussions. I want Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance also charged with violating the no-contact order I had placed on her last month. Tell the Sheriff he can find me at my farm."
Resin turned on his heels and marched out the door, slamming it shut as he left. He caught sight of Clara leaning against his pickup parked in front of her store up the street. Clara Patriot was just going to have to wait until another time to meet him. He was in no mood to open that can of worms. He quickly ducked around the side of the police station and headed back toward the farm.
Resin crossed over the bike trail bridge into the cemetery, stopping in the middle of the graveyard by a granite monument. He stared down at the name on the stone: It all started with you.
"Hiya Resin. What ya doing traipsing around the cemetery this time of the day?"
A smile spread across Resin's face as he glanced around, locating Porsche sitting in the crotch of the tree several rows over from him. He sauntered over to the tree. "I'm just walking off some tension on my way back to the farm."
"I know a much more delicious way to relieve tension than walking." Porsche caressed his chest with her toe. "A sampling of my chocolate mellows any tension a man might have." She slid down into his embrace.
Sweet jasmine musk fueled the hunger building up in his soul for the bountiful body gliding across his body like a well-fitted glove. He drank in some nectar from her plump lips and allowed her to nibble his lower lip before releasing her from his embrace.
"Oh, you don't make it easy to say no to you, Porsche."
She pulled him back into the embrace, gliding her luscious lips across the base of his neck and sending shutters of desire throughout his body. "No one said you have to say no."
Resin hooked her chin with the crook of his finger and raised her face to meet his. He sampled the nectar one last time. "Although your invitation is incredible, I'm going to have to decline."
Porsche pulled away, crossing her arms. "What's wrong with my invitation? You sure seem to enjoy the view of my summer night dances at the parties on the banks of the Beaver River."
"Uhmm…. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy sampling your chocolate till my brain exploded. However, you are such a special lady that you deserve more than just a sample, and right now, I am not at a point in my life where I can give you what you truly deserve in a relationship. Besides, I believe there is someone on your mind that fits that slot a lot better than me."
A small twisted smile crossed her lips, "Now what would make you think such a thing?"
Resin gave her a hug at the shoulder, "I've seen you watching him when he wasn't aware you were there. You lick your lips as you would a double dipped death by chocolate ice cream cone."
Her laughter tinkled across the cemetery, "Okay, you win this round. But the next time you go night fishing, remember to bring your fishing rod or I will cross the Beaver River with full expectations that you're going to deliver."
Resin kissed her forehead, "Okay, I'll remember." He trotted off toward the Beaver River. The burdens on his soul lighten by their encounter.
He reached the bank and sat down, pulled off his boots and socks. He placed everything from his pockets in his boot before climbing down the bank to the water's edge. Resin drew a deep breath and then waded into the drought-stricken river. It only came up to his waist, but the swift current kept the water temperature at a chilly forty degrees. It quickly squelched any desire still running through his body and mind. He climbed up the other side of the river bank and heard Porsche's laughter float across the river. He turned to see her sitting on the other side of the bank, dangling her leg over the river bank. A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, sliding the blouse off her shoulders to expose the chocolate richness below. She blew him a kiss along with a tinkling laugh.
Resin smiled and pretended to catch the kiss, putting it in his front jean's pocket then gave her a goodbye wave. He turned toward the farm, making his feet travel away from the delicious chocolate laughing behind him. That would be all he need to have old noisy Randi come across him sampling Porsche's chocolate. She would have it blown up to a full lustful orgy with some bestiality thrown it to make it really juicy gossip.
He climbed the fence into the meadow. The soft grass was starting to stress under the drought. Resin could feel the soft crinkle of the blades breaking under his feet. He bent down and plucked several blades, testing their flexibility. If it did not rain soon, his crops would start to suffer. The grass would not have the nutrition the cattle and sheep needed. He was already hauling water to the orchard behind Sandra's property to keep the crop of fruit plentiful and sweet. If the fruit crop went bad, it would not be only him that would suffer. Sandra's struggling bakery would collapse if she had to buy the fruit for her pastries. When he bought the acreage, Sandra offered him, he spent a small fortune to plant almost mature trees and plants in the orchard. Between the cost of starting the orchard and maintaining it so Sandra could make a go of the bakery, he had almost depleted the reserves he set aside for running the farm.
Resin needed a good crop on each of the fruit and nuts from the orchard plus the sale of livestock to replenish the rainy-day fund. He could not continue to use his two black Gypsy Vanner stallions for stud without flooding the market with their colts. He also could not afford to take them back and forth to the east coast and keep his whereabouts unknown.
The two stallions were his prize possession. They were champion Grand Gypsy Vanners. They were pure black with white manes, tails, and feathering on the legs. They were a matched set, standing sixteen and a half hands tall. Now thanks to Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance, he was going to have to use them in place of his tractor. Just the thought of doing it made Resin irritated again over the situation.
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New Year Treat
Happy New Year everyone. Here is a great way to start out the new year. A new chapter to read for your enjoyment. This time the chapter is from my fantasy 'Healer of Surflex'. The novel is full of magic, fairies, knights, demons, wizards, dragons and talking animals. You can find the complete novel at the following links:
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Pomelia's moans of anguish woke Terian out of a deep sleep. He groggily rose upon one elbow and searched for his wife in the dim shadows of their thatched cottage. She moaned again, and he focused in on her huddled form at the edge of the hearth. The embers of last night's fire gave a faint glow as it bathed her creamy complexion in a pale red hue.
He rose swiftly, spanning the space between them and crouched beside her. Terian caressed her face and brushed back the satiny black curly hair. Her light brown eyes filled to the brim with tears.
"Pomelia what's wrong?"
"It's not fair! We're kind, gentle, loving people, not like the miller or the innkeeper. They charge unfair prices, stealing from those of the idle minded and still God blessed them with children. God, what have we done to deserve this punishment?" She lifted her hands soaked with blood.
The metallic scent of blood mingled with the smoking ash of the fire as it filtered through his nostrils, exploding in the recesses of his brain.
Terian's heart caved in, Pomelia had miscarried again. He gently picked her up and cradled her against his rock hard chest. Terian went over to the bed and sat her on the edge, removing her soiled gown and used it to wipe off most of the blood from her body.
He remorsefully returned to the hearth, lovingly shrouding the tiny form in the bloody gown to hide their son from his wife's view. Tears crept down the leathery cheeks as he covered the perfectly formed face.
Terian laid the tiny body by the basin then poured cool water from the large pitcher in the basin. He gathered clean cloths taking the basin back to the bed and sat it on the floor in front of Pomelia.
Terian searched Pomelia's eyes for any evidence of life behind them. She moaned softly at Terian's gentle touch in spite of his rough, callous hands as he methodically bathed her and cleansed her body with prayer and water. As Terian dressed her in a clean woolen gown, she was unable to even lift her arms. He laid her against the down tick pillows then covered her with their heavy quilt to guard her from the chill of the night.
Terian picked up the basin and left through the back door to go the well at his blacksmith shop. There he disposed of the basin's content and cleaned it before he returned to the cottage. He returned the basin to the stand.
Pomelia no longer moaned. Sounds of light breath in sleep wafted from their bed. Terian prayed, Thank you Lord for sending sleep to Pomelia. That is the best thing for her so she won't dwell on our devastating loss. Forgive her blasphemy, for it was her grief wailing, not her faith in You. Please give me the strength to endure the mourning period and Pomelia's sharp tongue as she again deals with the loss of another child. She is, as she stated, a kind and gentle soul. Find it in Your heart to grant her heart's desire of a strong, healthy child.
He cradled his shrouded son, and left quietly to make sure the door did not creak to wake Pomelia from her rest. The dogs were not even awake to snap at his heels as he trudged up the winding cobblestone lane toward the main street past the still darkened cottages of his neighbors. Every step Terian took oppressed his soul. Grief racked his massive frame with this fifth loss. Doubt penetrated his heart that God would bless them with an heir. It seemed the prophecy of the local soothsayer would hold true.
Terian forbade Pomelia from seeking advice from the old crone after her first miscarriage. Pomelia, however, secretly visited her while he was away at the castle at Congor's request to discuss the new designs for the battle armor for the king's warriors. Congor was the king's man of arms and chief counselor.
Terian returned to find Pomelia had given the old soothsayer a month's worth of wages for a mixture of foul, musky herbs that were to be made into a drink and drank before each session of intimacy as they chanted to a small gross ebony carving of a fertility deity.
Terian's rage exploded and for the first time in his life, he wanted to raise his hand to another human. He snatched the herbs and carving and heaved them into the flames of his forge. Pomelia ran wailing into the cottage. He pumped the bellows to engorge the flames and eradicated the abominations out of existence. He turned his frustration to his hammer and anvil. Terian shaped a pile of metal into various sizes of breastplates. The anvil's clang echoed off the walls of the village cottages.
Several hours later, the shuffled tap of the soothsayer's steps and cane interrupted him. She stood in the doorway, weaving heavily against the twisted knarred cane.
"Be gone, hag! There is no welcome at my hearth for you or your abominable deities. Leave my wife and me in peace before I dispatch you in my forge, as I did your graven image and poison." The warning rumbled through the rafters of the shop and stable, causing the nesting doves to take reckless flight in fear.
She cackled with delight over Terian's raging frustration. She crooned and leaned against her cane as she pointed a gnarled finger at him, "I'm not frightened of your ravings against me as one of the pathetic doves roosting in your rafters. Your wife came to me, begging me for my help, since your god wasn't strong enough to hold a child within her womb full term to deliver a healthy son. I warned her if you had an inkling that she was going to be using my help, your pride in your worthless god would compel you to destroy her plans, dashing her desires for a son.
"You've done exactly as I foretold. Because of your blasphemy against Kernel, Pomelia will continue to try, but will never give you a live heir until Kernel claims her also, leaving you wallowing in your pride for your pitiful, minute god for the rest of your miserable life."
Terian could stand no more of her threats. He hurled his hammer at the old crone's balding scraps of hair, "Leave Pomelia alone. My God is greater than anything you can carve, witch."
She disappeared, cackling, "We will see blacksmith, we will see."
The hammer embedded itself in the massive oak door frame.
Terian's mind swirled in self-doubt mixed with guilt that indeed these tragedies could have been diverted if he had cooperated with Pomelia's plan, instead of relying on his faith in God. They could have five healthy sons if he had chosen differently.
The soothsayer's cackle echoed throughout his soul, mocked his faith with 'We'll see blacksmith, we'll see!' With every step he took, it tried to divert him from his destiny. Soon every muscle in his body strained against his will, wanting Terian to stop, turn aside to the gnarled, vine covered trail that lead to the soothsayer's tumbled down hovel, and beg her to lift her curse.
Still he stayed true to the course as it led Terian humbly through the village past cottage after cottage filled with slumbering children. He arrived at the ornate iron gate he designed with love. Terian lifted the heavy latch and pushed the gate inward. The gate groaned and shattered the stillness of the night. It woke the rectory guard dog. It bayed loudly at his approach.
A chorus of howls joined the guard dog's baying seconds later. A light blinked on in the rectory window as the pastor groggily met Terian at the door. He held his lamp high in front of him to see who was at the rectory this late at night. The beam of light barely radiated through the darkness and revealed a hazy, gigantic form moving among the tombstones toward the rectory.
"Quiet whelp, before you wake the whole village with your baying. I'm awake. Who's there? Terian, Terian is that you?" The pastor called out and peered in the darkness. "Terian, why have you come at such an ungodly hour? What are you carrying?"
Terian's heavy shuffled steps mingled with the baying hound. It sent an eerie chill running through the pastor's soul. Terian came into view cradling the bloody shrouded parcel tightly against his chest. Blood coated his chest and forearms. Terian kissed the cradled shroud. He held it out to the pastor, his chocolate brown eyes swollen under his knitted brow. Strands of silver glittered among the mass of ebony hair that four years ago had none. Terian's tawny skin now held a sallow glow. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked.
His voice rumbled full of sorrow, "Pomelia miscarried another son. I need you to prepare my son for burial, as Pomelia is incapable to perform the necessary cleaning ceremony. I'll be in the chapel."
The pastor quaked as he reached out and took the shrouded infant from the grieving father. He passed it to his wife with the lantern, who arrived behind him for the needed ceremony. "Yes, yes go ahead Terian. I'll dress and go to Pomelia. She needs to be cleansed, then I'll be back to prepare your son." He reassured Terian as he shooed Terian through the rectory to the chapel.
"No, there is no need to bother Pomelia. She is resting."
The pastor drew back at the rebuff, "Terian, you know the cleansing ritual must be performed within an hour of the birth to ensure the mother's health."
An iron grip slammed around the pastor's forearm and painfully halted his progress. "I said, leave her be. Do you think I am incapable of performing the cleansing ritual correctly after four previous miscarriages? She is fine. Sleep is what she requires now. It is our son's body that needs attention."
The pastor winched in pain, "Terian, my arm, you're crushing my arm!"
Terian immediately released his grip and muttered his apologies. "Sorry, just let her sleep, please," then went into the chapel. He moved slowly up the aisle to the altar. He lit two candles. He knelt deep in prayer. The pastor closed the door and left Terian in privacy to wrestle with his sorrow.
Moans of anguish escaped Terian's trembling lips. Tears streamed along the crevasses of the sun-stained face. They soaked his chest and left trails through the caked blood. It pooled on the floor around his knees. His mind could only scream repeatedly, "Why, God?" His body was racked in grief at failing his wife once more, enforcing her fears of the soothsayer's prophecy.
Streams of light filtered through the altar's stained glass window. It cast a rainbow of color across the crumpled man. It grew in intensity, bathing Terian in its warmth.
"Terian," a soft unseen voice shattered the silence, "Terian, rise."
Terian slowly lifted his head. His swollen, bloodshot eyes dimly focused on the blurry shape behind the altar in front of the stained glass window. "Leave me in peace. I need solitude, not company."
"Terian, rise, and hear the Words of God, for He has heard and felt your sorrow."
Terian wiped his eyes with the back of his hand to clear the tears from his eyes. Terian tried to identify the intruder of his solitude. His eyes concentrated enough to view a tall, well-formed man, clothed in iridescent robes. The man lifted up his hand for Terian to obey him.
Terian shook his head, "I beg of you, leave me in peace."
A brilliant light burst forth from the man and caused Terian to shield his eyes from the blinding light, "Terian, rise, for God has granted you His mercy. I am Moryx, messenger of God." his voice reverberated throughout every molecule of Terian.
Terian raised his massive frame. It quaked in fear then he collapsed in a heap, "Forgive me Lord, for I'm but an unschooled oaf in the midst of grievous sorrow."
Moryx unfurled a magnificent set of wings and arched them high over his chiseled bronze features, "Do not bow before me, for I am not God. Rise, Terian and view God's glory through me."
Terian rose, shielded his eyes, his legs quivered, barely able to hold him erect. "Who am I that God has felt my sorrow, and has mercy upon me?"
"You are who you are, no more, no less. God has chosen you to bear His healer to aid in the war against the evil ravaging Surflex. She will aid God's warrior to free your kingdom from the evil grip that is tightening its coils around the kingdom's soul."
"A daughter, God will bless me with a daughter? Forgive me; but wouldn't a son be a better candidate for a warrior of God? A daughter may not be strong enough to carry out God's plan for freedom."
Moryx's wings spread out filling the space behind the altar. They blotted out everything else. "God has chosen His champion already to fight the battle with evil. Your daughter must heal the sorrow caused from the ensuing battle. To allow her to reach her full potential there is much preparation. There will be no other midwife but you to bring her into the world. You will wear calfskin gloves at all times in dealing with your daughter. She is not to be touched without gloved hands. Her mother or a wet nurse will not nurse her, for she will be unable to control the healing powers until she reaches maturity. It would drain her life force during the healing.
"You shall teach your daughter how to be genial and merciful. You shall show her how to love those who despise her, those who fear and envy her power. Keep her secret well, even from Pomelia, for even her mother will try to use her power for her own selfish desires."
Terian fell to his knees, his hands clasped together and begged for leniency, "Please don't condemn my child to a life without contact with another living soul. Every living thing craves contact with others. She couldn't live without being able to feel another's embrace."
Moryx's stern angelic features softened, "God knows of her need for contact and is not unfeeling. She may touch any animal bare handed, no matter the species. They will have no fear of her and will serve her slightest wish even unto death. Go now, for Pomelia is now awakened and the time of your son's burial is at hand."
Terian rose as Moryx vanished. He left the chapel and made his way home to collect his wife for their son's burial. A large strip of silver hair hanging down in Terain's eyes glistened in the dawn's rose-colored light, a constant reminder to Terian of his conversation with Moryx.
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Crime Murder Mystery Series
I am featuring my crime murder mystery series over the next few weeks. I will be sharing appetizers from the novels to wet the readers' anticipation. The first in the series is titled The Perfect Witness. You can find it at https://books2read.com/u/m0G2W3 for your eBook options or https://amzn.to/1u92UUj for a kindle edition or print copy.
All the characters in this book are fictitious, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Places are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.
Bible passages quote are from the King James Version
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Second Edition 2015
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Raymond, Sue
The Perfect Witness, Book One: The DeBois Series/ Sue Raymond
Upon Eagle's Wings, Malachi Ink Publishing
516 East Park Avenue, Des Moines, Iowa 50315
Miss Anderson was running late because of traffic. Mr. Hogan's office called two weeks earlier for a wedding gown consultation for his daughter who was getting married in nine months. She proceeded up the marble stairs toward his office, straightening the light blue suede jacket of her suit, juggling her portfolio and purse as she went.
This better be on the level since I spent so much time drawing up all the different designs they wanted. To think that anyone would spend so much on just the wedding dress is beyond me. However, without these extravagant eccentrics I soon would no longer have 'Upon Eagle's Wing Designer Studio, Malachi Inc. which helps pay the bills. Well, I hope she does not take all day to make up her mind. I hate dealing with spoiled brats who whine excessively at their parents that they deserve this. What they deserve is a swift rap on the hand with Mother Superior's ruler over being a self-centered egotist obnoxious delinquent.
She was lost in thought when she overheard a loud conversation coming from her client's open office door. Mr. Hogan was screaming at a certain Mr. Wallace. Mr. Wallace was explaining about a shipment that was coming in from Colombia on the Monticello next Saturday at Pier 57 in Cowanus Bay at 9:00 pm in South Brooklyn. Miss Anderson peered through the crack in Mr. Hogan's doorway.
"I apologize for the leak, which cost us the last drug and weapon shipment. I assured you the leak is now sealed," Mr. Wallace, a small twig of a man, wrung his hands together while he stood before the oversized desk, groveling under Mr. Hogan's stony gaze.
Michelin Hogan reached into his desk, pulling out a nine-millimeter Beretta handgun with a silencer on it and pointed it at Mr. Wallace.
He scowled ghoulishly, "I always make sure all loose ends are tied up." He pulled the trigger, shooting Mr. Wallace directly in the chest and tossed the gun to the mammoth henchman standing by his side.
Mr. Wallace crumpled to the floor onto an oriental area rug. Mr. Hogan glared at the body, instructing his henchmen to take out the trash.
She backed away from the door and was almost at the stairs when she bumped into a small table holding a vase. She desperately tried catching the vase, but lost everything in the process, even tearing her nylons. The vase and her portfolio went crashing to the floor spraying toward Hogan's office door. It gave the impression of her just coming up the stairs when the vase broke. She quickly knelt down, trying to retrieve the sketches as one of the henchmen came charging out of the office, his hand in his jacket in a threatening manner.
Miss Anderson glanced up at him, "Could you help me pick up my sketches? I am running late for my appointment with Mr. Hogan and his daughter."
He glared down at her, his expression held an unspoken threat. Mr. Hogan came out of his office, straightening his tie and summing up the situation. When he was satisfied she had not overheard or seen anything he told his henchman, "Don't just stand there, you big lummox, pick up her stuff for her." He came over to her saying, "I overheard you say you were running late, my daughter is also running late from shopping with her mother. I would like to reschedule our appointment for say… maybe Friday if you would be able. I would appreciate it if you could accommodate me in this." He took her hand, helping her up as the henchman gathered her portfolio.
"Y-yes that will be fine," she stammered taking back the portfolio and glancing nervously toward the stairs.
He walked her out to a waiting taxi and opened the door for her. "Thank you for rescheduling the appointment and, since I know what an inconvenience this places you in, I will make sure it will be worth your while to come back again." He shut the door and the taxi sped off. Miss Anderson shuttered, glancing back to see Mr. Hogan talking to one the henchmen and pointing to the speeding taxi.
Su Anderson went to her studio, making sure there was no surveillance placed on her before going to the authorities.
The cartel sent an assassin to silence Su Andrewson because she witnessed a murder by a crime lord. Now she is under the protection of US Marshall Jean DeBois. #crime #MurderMystery #assassin #amzn.to/1u92UUj #USMarshall #WitnessProtection #CR4U #books2read.com/u/m0G2W3
REVIEW: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
As we know, I am a sucker for a solid short story collection, and Raymond Carver did not disappoint with What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.
What We Talk About… explores a multitude of aspects of human interactions and relationships, generally via snapshots into a life. While each story in What We Talk About… has a beautifully constructed arc, they lack finality. This sounds like a potential negative; however, the lack of finality creates quite a powerful effect. The reader is gifted with the ability to peer, only for a specific moment, into the window of a life.
Carver's stories end on an inhale, allowing each tale, and every little detail to linger with you long after you are done. Due to the skill in Carver's writing, this device elevates What We Talk About… to a level of storytelling few can achieve.
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The rain streaked the window pane against the pitch black night. Thunder rumbled far away; it echoed the emptiness she felt within her soul. Where was she? Why did they leave her here? She stared at the image reflected in the window. Who was this strange woman staring back at her? She had no recollection of how she got here, who brought her here or why. The image distorted in the waves of rain running down the window.
The harder she tried to understand what was going on the more frustration swelledwithin her soul. How could the old crone's reflection in the window be her? She raised her fist to smash the image and stopped in horror. The fist was age speckled and the skin hung loose on the bony fingers. She twirled around to flee this horrible nightmare but her body creaked and groaned in protest. Nothing she saw was familiar. The furniture in the small room was pleasant enough, but held no comfort. The walls were painted in pale beige. The pictures on the walls beckoned to her, yet the people were not identifiable. Where were the matching pair of wingbackchairs she cuddled up in under the soft quilt watching the flames flicker in the fireplace?
She hobbled to the door. Hospital stench bombarded her senses as she pulled the heavy door open. The lights were very dim in the narrow hallway, making it nearly impossible for her to see where she was going. She held her shaky hand out in front of her as she shuffled her feet to keep her footsteps as quiet as she could. If only she could get out of wherever this was, maybe she could findher way home.
She passed door after door, hearing low moans along with whiffs of obnoxious odors coming from behind the doors. She finally reached the end of the hall. It emptied out into a larger corridor that had seven other hallways branching off just like the one where she stood. In the middle of the corridor was a central desk. The only light in the corridor was a dim light from a computer screen sitting on the desk. On the other side of the desk above a double set of doors blinked a neon red exit sign.
She crept towards the doors. The exit sign beckoned to her to hurry as there was not much time for her to escape to freedom. The nearer she came the harder it was to breathe. Her heartbeat started pounding in her ears. Her legs were trembling by the time she arrived at the door. She leaned against the door, closing her eyes. The cool wood felt good to her feverish cheek. She drew a breath deep as she could muster before she tried to stand straight. Tiny shards of colored lights danced in front of her eyes as she grabbed the lever door handle. She shoved it down with all her weight.
She heard a click as the door latch came free. A second later, a loud alarm sounded. She pushed the door as hard as she could, trying to squeeze by the heavy door. Rain splashed against her face as she wedged her body in the small opening.
Heavy footsteps rumbled above the sound of the rain as she felt the door move outward. Just as she freed herself, a firm gentle hand caught her by the arm and pulled her back.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing trying to go out in this rain storm?" The large orderly swept her up in his arms and pulled the door shut. He set her in the wheelchair that was by the desk, and then reached over the desk, shutting off the alarm. He knelt by the chair, placed his mammoth hand over the fragile shoulder. "You know I cannot allow you out this late at night in the midst of a downpour. Let's get you back in your room and in dry clothes. I may even be able to find a little bit of cocoa to warm you from the chill." His eyes sparkled with kindness as he gently lifted her feet up on the wheelchair foot rest.
The wheelchair squeaked as the small front wheels wobbled severely. He had a hard time keeping the chair going in a straight line. "Looks like I'm going to have to get the oil can out again." He gave a sigh as he bumped the door to her room open with his foot and backed into the room. He wheeled her over by the bed then went and got a towel, draping it over her shoulders. He then got a gown out of the dresser, laying it on the bed. "Here is a nice warm gown for you to change into while I finish making my rounds, then I will get you a cup of cocoa." He lifted her out of the wheel chair and sat her on the bed.
He folded the wheelchair as he gave her a warm smile, then he was gone. She looked down at the gown and then over at the rain streaked window. Even though he was nice, she did not want their cocoa. It always had a bitter after taste. It made her groggy and she could not think straight for hours afterwards. She changed and threw the wet gown in the hamper.
The door across the room opened, admitting a tall, elegant, mature man carrying a covered tray. He smiled at her as he set the tray on the small table. "Figured the storm would wake you, here, sit down. I made you a nice cup of French vanilla mocha cocoa. I even swiped extra marshmallows for us." He gently guided her to the chaise before sitting beside her, removing the cover, revealing an array of delicious petit fours with two steaming mugs of cocoa. "Thunder always upset you."
She kept an eye on his every movement as he prepared the mug of cocoa with marshmallows for her. His mannerisms and twinkling gray eyes gave her a small comfort in this sterile environment. The gray hair over his ears added to his charm as the laugh lines crinkled at the edges of his eyes.
He held out the mug toward her. The delicious aroma won her over and she carefully took it wrapping her thin fingers around the mug. Its warmth spread through her fingers up her slender wrists traveling to her heart. There, it slowly wiped away the hollowness and filled her with hope. She watched as he sat back and sipped his cocoa and popped a petit four in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he chewed. A satisfied grin spread across his face.
She sat there, sipping from the mug, as she kept a cautious eye on the man's movements. There was something strange about how he knew she would like this cocoa. It was as if he could reach into her mind and pull out things prohibited to her. She wanted to throw the mug against the wall and scream questions at him.
He sat up and handed her a petit four before snatching several more and popped them into his cheeks. He looked like a chipmunk gathering nuts for the winter. He turned and tried to smile at her. The chocolate covered teeth and crooked grin broke down her resistance and she gave a small giggle.
He washed the petit four down before joining her in the giggle. "I love to hear you laugh. It lightens your soul and heart when you do."
She sat the cup and petit four down. "Do I know you? I cannot remember anything any more. I do not know where I am or how I got here. Please help me." A tear gathered in the corner of her eye.
He set the cup down and reached into his pocket withdrawing a large embroidered monogrammed handkerchief and dried the tear. He handed her the handkerchief as he gently pulled her to her feet and into his embrace. There she felt comfort, peace, and fulfillment.
He caressed her hair as he leaned his chin on the top of her head.
Fifth Free Chapter in DeBois
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Terror now coursed through Su. Her heart hammered within her chest as she heard the rumbles of the mountain lion anticipating warding off starvation. Running over the broken ground, her lungs burnt from over exertion toward the lightness lying before her amidst the darken forest. Su pressed her body forward bursting through into the brilliant light. It blinded her.
She stumbled forward trying to evade the terrible death gaining on her. Su heard the mountain lion's screams of victory right behind her. She smelled its singed fur as the mountain lion pounced trying for the kill. She felt the heavy weight upon her shoulders dragging her down then she was weightless. The lion was gone as Su fell faster flipping through emptiness.
Suddenly, Su's fall halted, as she crashed into the water and plunged beneath its dark frigid surface. The current drug her farther from the surface away from the precious needed oxygen her burning lungs craved. Su clawed her way toward the dim glimmering surface only to find her way impaired by a wall of ice.
She desperately tried to break through the ice. She searched for pockets of trapped air under the ice as the frigid water drained what little reserve of strength from her body.
A dark shadow crossed over her above the ice. Su pounded on the ice trying to draw attention but it continued away from her. Su felt the rest of her strength drain away as she let out one final scream. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Robert Williamson opened the bottom of his case and pulled out four thin vests looking similar to a bulletproof vest along with thin white parachute material parkas. He then pulled out three dart rifles complete with darts. He laid them on the table beside the rest of the items from the other two cases.
Jean DeBois picked up the small plastic case and took out the earpiece placing it in his ear before handing one to each of the rest. "Skyrider can you hear me?"
"You're coming in loud and clear, boss man. I have Frank and his unit up already. The Canadians were generous in sending a whole four more men making the grand total twelve with the control head making it thirteen, an even baker's dozen.
"I need you guys to sound off when you hear the pulse in your earpiece so I can make the proper connection with the name. That way, I don't call out the incorrect name during the bust. When they sound off hand them the vest with the corresponding chip." Janet Post sent the first pulse through making Mark Prix sound off with a yelp.
"Turn down the volume a little, Skyrider, you nearly broke my eardrum." Mark held out his hand for his vest.
"Whine, whine, whine, that's all you do any more, Eddie." Robert held out his hand when the pulse sounded. "We're going to have to wipe your nose for you, too."
"I'll wipe your nose with my fist." Mark growled staring for Robert.
"Save it for the take down." Janet activated Kyle's earpiece.
Jean handed Kyle the vest then took the last one for himself. He placed it on under his shirt. Jean passed out the parkas to the group. Robert and Mark followed Jean's example.
However, Kyle just stood there with vest in his hand. The group shot him a puzzled glance when he did not follow suit.
Kyle tried to hand the vest back to Jean, frustrated over the obvious joke they were trying to pull on him. "Come on now, you're not trying to tell me this flimsy scrap of cloth is my vest. Where is the real bulletproof vest?"
Jean just gave Kyle a cockeyed grim, "What's a matter Lee; the Mounties don't have the cutting edge on Teflon technology? These are state of the art vest. They can even stop a large caliber bullet; however, I won't recommend you try it. You end up in the hospital with massive bruising. You'll be able to take the normal slug and finish your mission without too much pain so put it on. It also gives Skyrider a way to distinguish you from the rest of the bodies during the firefight. The chip in it gives off a certain frequency. The equipment we use with the technology is for our knowledge only, got that Lee?"
Kyle shook his head but did not like the feeling rising in the pit of his stomach.
"Skyrider what's the position of the camp as you see it?" Jean moved to the edge of the window and peered out.
"The sentries are in their usual nest with five people in the main cabin's office. There are four in the cabin nearest to the lake. The middle cabin has six milling around and the last, nearest your position has three.
"Frank and the unit are on their way in the Huey flying just above the tree line to keep under the radar. Your guest has settled in the nest, correct?"
Jean stared out through the flurry then moved to the back of the cabin to open the window. "He arrived a half an hour ago. He hasn't surfaced from the main cabin."
"Okay, the mission's a go. Take out the sentries first. You have five minutes to zero staring now." Janet signaled.
"You heard Skyrider, lock and load." Jean barked under his breath then disappeared out the window.
Kyle shook his head following Jean out the window, muttering, "Man, is he always this quick?" to Robert.
"No, sometimes he's in a hurry then he's just a blur."
"Stop yakking and start tracking." Mark growled as he shoved Robert out of the way then crawled out the window. "We are late by three seconds."
Mark checked to make sure the coast was clear then disappeared into the forest.
Robert came through signaling to Kyle to move out of the way so he could get into position. He heard a low signal from Jean as Robert slide in position. Robert leveled the dart gun at his target and signaled back. Seconds later, Mark's signal came through loud and clear.
"On three gentlemen," Janet ordered, "Three."
Jean and Robert's darts hit their marks and two sentries fell simultaneously in the deep snow with a soft plop. The sentry slipped on a patch of ice as Mark's dart sped over him.
"Damn ice," Mark spat sprinted to finish what the dart failed to do. He tackled the sentry rising and they sprawled into the snow bank. Snow furiously erupted as fist and feet flew. Mark came out on top. He cold cocked the sentry then tied and gagged the sentry. "Station three secure."
"It's about time, mud boy. Stop grand standing and get to your position. I can hear the Huey coming. Station two secure."
"Holiday, concentrate on the task at hand. Station one secure. Lee, are you in place? Skyrider how's the quarry? It's time to rock and roll." Jean peered out from behind the bushes.
"I'm in position." Kyle whispered as he slid against the nearest cabin door. He could swear they could hear his heart pound over the ear canal device. Mark and Robert silently stole up in place as Jean prepared to enter the main cabin through the window.
"Gabe your quarry's still in the office. The Huey is ready to come in." Janet reported.
Jean stealthily slid the window open. He crawled through into the dining room and closed the window behind him. He heard the Huey land and shouted, "Now!"
Kyle, Mark, and Robert burst through the corresponding doors, screaming, "On your faces! You're under arrest by the order of the Canadian Mounties!"
Jean simultaneously tipped over the table, "Matthew get out here. You're under arrest!"
Officers swarmed out of the Huey as it landed. The blades of the Huey kicked up the deep snow throwing it everywhere.
Jean received his answer from Matthews as he came out with the AK47 blazing trying for the front door. Jean returned fire stopping Matthew's escape. "Oakley I need you at the main cabin. Matthew's trying to break free." Jean traded gunfire between Matthew and the office doorway.
"I'm on my way. You two with me, the rest help round up the others in the cabins." Jack roared heading for the front of the cabin. He took up a position behind a snowdrift.
"Make it snappy, Oakley. They're mounting a breakout in the office. Here they come! Look out Gabe!" Janet gave a warning. She caught movement in her peripheral vision on the edge of the screen in the other cabin. "Lee, behind you!"
Kyle moved just in time to ward off the blow aimed by Omar Kariff. Kyle swung around bringing a crashing blow upside Kariff's face as he flew by. Tripper and one of Kyle's fellow Mounties appeared in the doorway brandishing their weapons to keep the others at bay against the wall. Kyle crashed his knee in Omar's back seconds after Omar hit the floor. Kyle slugged Omar with the butt of his rifle as Omar tried to rise. Omar fell unconscious.
The four came out of the office laying down a barrage of gunfire spraying the table with bullets. Jean dodged back and forth the bullets made their way through the table spraying wood splinters as they came.
"Any time Oakley! My cover's being dwindling down to kindling!" Jean bellowed returning fire hitting one in the shoulder as they made their way to Matthew by the door. "They're coming out!"
A second later, Jean heard Jack lay down barrage of his own. The bullets slammed into the side of the cabin. Jack yelled ordering them to lay down their arms. They were under arrest. To which a rain of bullets flew at him. Jean took that advantage to shoot another terrorist drawing down on Jack. This time Jean's aim was deadly. The man fell forward in a pool of blood. Caught in the crossfire the terrorists gave up throwing their weapons down.
Dave Matthew complied with the rest. His eyes burnt with hatred revealing the fight was not over for him.
Jack had the men fan out then called for the terrorists to lock their hands behind their heads slowly filing in a single line. The Mounties took them into custody one by one as they came through the doorway with Jean and the wounded prisoner bringing up the rear.
When they tried to cuff Matthew he broke free running straight into Jean's fist. Jean hit Matthew with a right cross snapping Matthew's head sideways. Matthew recovered in a flash. The fight between them manifested quickly.
Matthew was a powerhouse in his own right but smaller in stature than Jean. He matched Jean blow for blow and kick for kick. He came at Jean as a boxer his arms drew in close to his body fists raised high as he bobbed. He started with a series of blows in rapid fire. Only a couple found the desired mark. Each blow he landed Jean landed one a little harder. In total frustration, Matthew went from boxing to a mixture of punches and kicks.
Jean moved swiftly into his martial art stance warding off Matthew's advances with his own counter moves. Jean roundhouse kicked Matthew in the face throwing Matthew off his feet.
Matthew swung away throwing snow in Jean's face temporarily blinding Jean to try to gain some advantage. He pulled a dagger lunging at Jean trying to plunge it into Jean's heart.
Jean sidestepped the lunge. The dagger slid across Jean's chest slicing through the parka and shirt glancing off the vest. Jean grabbed Matthew's wrist with his left hand smashing Matthew three times in the face with his right elbow. Matthew staggered under the blows as Jean stepped behind Matthew's right leg slamming Matthew in the chest taking him down. Jean wrenched Matthew's arm out of the socket as he fell then slammed his knee into Matthew's chest, leaning heavily against it holding the injured arm around his knee.
Matthew scowled through the pain his blazing with repulsion curing Jean in Arabic then hissed in English, "Don't think this will stop us from achieving our goal. You won't hold me long!"
Jean smirked a cockeyed grin at him, "If you're counting on your NY connection in the Marshal Division think again, scumbag,"
Jean knew he hit a nerve for Matthew's face went ashen. His eyes glazed for a split second then tried to bluff his way. "I don't deal with swine, Pig!"
"You don't? Watch and learn, Skyrider, you there?" Jean pulled out the earpiece placing near Matthew's ear so he could hear.
"Coming over loud and clear," Janet's voice snapped.
Jean moved the ear device back in his ear. "Tell New York he has the green light to arrest Bartlett. Yes, that's right New York's divisional commander Pierce Bartlett. The charges are terrorism, treason, drug running, gunrunning, sabotage and I'll probably be able to come up with a few more charges by the time we're done. Hey Matthew, you want to listen in as your connection comes crashing down?"
"Get your damn knee out of my chest Dog! I need a hospital!" Matthew hissed trying to dislodge Jean's knee with his other hand squirming slightly amidst the excruciating pain.
"He whines more than Eddie does." Jack came over glaring down at Matthew squirming in the snow under Jean's weight. "It doesn't look like you did that much damage for him to be squealing like a piglet."
"I didn't, I only pulled his arm out of the socket. Give me a hand and I will put it back in for the crybaby. Leg, Ed, get over here." Jean answered as Jack grabbed Matthew by the shirt hauling him to his feet keeping his weapon barrel buried against Matthew neck while Jean held onto Matthew's wrist.
Mark and Robert responded. Jack handed his weapon to Robert. Robert pointed it at Matthew's chest. Mark trained his weapon's laser site in the middle of Matthew's eyes.
"If he tries anything take him out." Jean ordered as he and Jack got ready.
"It'll be my pleasure." Mark replied.
Jack twisted Matthew's other arm behind his back taking a hold of Matthew by the neck holding him firmly bracing himself. Jean held Matthew at the elbow then nodded to Jack he was ready. The next second, Jean yanked Matthews arm as his knee went into Matthew's ribs then he release the knee allowing the arm to snap back into the socket with a resounding pop. Jean folded Matthew's arm against his chest. One of the Mounties came over with a pair of handcuffs for Matthew but was in a quandary as to apply them with one arm in front and the other and back.
A devilish smile spread across Mark's face. He lowered his weapon disappearing into the cabin for a couple seconds then came out sporting a roll of duct tape. Jack and Jean held Matthew while Mark wrapped the tape first around Matthew's wrist then drew the tape up across his chest around his neck twice before connecting it to the other wrist. He wrapped Matthew up in the tape from shoulder to waist. As Mark finished Matthew started cursing and in return got a piece of duct tape across his mouth firmly.
"Ah quit your bellyaching about the tape. I just made sure your arm was immobile so it doesn't pop out of the socket again. Man, you sure act like we're the terrorist or something." Mark retorted pressing the tape firmly into Matthew's face.
Kyle came over, "Ah… you can't tape his mouth shut as much as we all would like it that way."
Mark shrugged his shoulders with a mischievous grin. "Okay." He replied ripping the tape free with one swift jerk.
Matthew screamed involuntarily as most of his mustache came off with duct tape. He started cursing spitting at them. Kyle handed him off to one of the Mounties. "Knock off with the mouth or I'll reconsider the tape." He ordered.
Jean went over squatting beside the dead man turning him over. It was the contact. James came over taking a closer look at the man. "No way!" He muttered.
Jean looked up at James, "You know him?"
"Yeah, he was Hogan's new son-in-law. No wonder they weren't that worried about Hogan's captured. They were grooming the replacement for him. I guess he got to be too sick or even the cartel to stomach."
"Speaking of cartel, hey Skyrider how has the other two busts come down?" Jean asked standing up.
Janet's voice sparkled coming over, "Roddy and Amber didn't have any problem but Bartlet put up a fight since New York was arresting him at a dinner party this center was throwing for him. New York felt obligated to reciprocate the favor taken him down hard. Bartlet's still yelling about how he's going to get the person responsible for framing him and his associates in high places will see he's avenged. If he spouting any truth, it looks like we're going to have to shake the tree harder to see if there are any more bad apples hanging around.
"How's the mop up work going there? It looks from my vantage point it seems to be going pretty smooth." Janet radioed.
"They have the prisoners in the back of one of the work trucks for transporting back to civilization. They are rounding up the evidence now. In a few minutes we'll be out a here after we gather our equipment." Jean answered heading for the cabin.
Jean was packing the gear when Kyle entered the cabin coming over shaking Jean's hand. "Thank you for all you've done. I'm glad it's over."
Jean drew back scowling at him. "You're kidding, right?"
It puzzled look crossed Kyle's face.
"Man Kyle, you're just getting started. There were representatives from five different terrorist organizations with a connection to a drug cartel. Someone's coordinating this scheme. It's your job to track down every lead you have picked up here squashing it at its source or in six months top, you'll be right back in the same boat. Only next time you'll be dealing with three or more cells doing it at the same time." Jean agitatedly shoved the last of the gear in the duffel bag zipping it shut.
"Start with the non-terrorist first cutting them a deal for solid information leads. Gather yourself a unit you can trust from the elite making sure they are what they say and above reproach. Don't pick any grand standards. They're out for the glory and the quickest rise in the ranks at anyone's expense. Once you have your team. Work on the leads making sure someone in your units a whiz with computers. They are using technology at lightning speed changing continually. You'll need to be able to keep up or you'll always be three steps behind them." Jean slung the duffel bag over his shoulder giving Kyle one and hung onto the other in his left hand.
"Hone your own skills. You have many excellent qualities however, you're raw. Don't always try to bulldog your way through. Each situation requires its own personal handling. Train your unit to work as one. There is no such thing as a need to know basis in an elite unit. It'll handicap your people if you allow it to happen. Your unit should be as part of your family you trust exclusively with your life because your life will depend upon theirs in the field needing to trust each other and vice versa. I'll need that vest and your earpiece now. We need to leave.
"Also watch out for Matthew. Even though he's in custody, he's still a dangerous man. They didn't place him in charge for nothing. Stay on a heightened state of alert all the way back for he'll be looking for a way to escape taking advantage of any situation, which presents itself to obtain his objective."
Kyle stripped off the vest handing in and the earpiece to Jean. "You wouldn't be in the market for a transfer to Canada would you?" He smiled opening the door for Jean as they headed back to the Huey.
"No I have other plans and this mission cinched it for me." Jean answered storing the gear in the Huey. "You look like you have things well in hand so we will be taking off. We have a mission needing our immediate attention. Remember to keep an eye on Matthew." He gave a shrill whistle summoning members of his unit.
"Hey Gabe, you got a number I can reach you if I need your counsel?" Kyle asked as the troop piled in the Huey.
Jean gave Kyle a penetrating glance and snagged a scrap of paper and pencil scribbling down four numbers handing them to Kyle. "The first is to my office, the second Oakley's and the third and fourth are to be used only in emergency and I mean emergency. Have a good life and watch your back. Let's get moving." Jean barked climbing into the copilot seat.
Kyle backed up as Jack started the Huey taking off. Jean fastened in looking around. "Where's my stuff?" He snarled.
Slaughter reached down into the crate and pulled out a large envelope handing it up to Jean. He snatched it as soon as it was in reach opening and taking the wallet out of his hip pocket throwing it back towards the crate bounced off the wall with a resounding thud before plopping into the crate. The Harley ring followed the wallet. Jean poured the context of the envelope onto his lap. He strapped the wrist monitor on his wrist then gently picked up his wedding ring sliding it back in its place on his left ring finger. He slid his shield into his shirt pocket and his wallet into his pants pocket.
He turned the monitor on and went ballistic because they were out of range. "Janet!" He bellowed. "Where is she?"
"I'm bringing the area up now. You're ten minutes out of range. The signal's in the same location as first reported. Jean it hasn't moved in almost eighteen hours. Jack, floor the Huey." Janet ordered transmitting the coordinates.
"Scanning the area see if you can do any better than Peter and Sarah. I want information and I want it now!" Jean grabbed a set of binoculars scanning the horizon.
"The campsite is coming in sight now. Let's see, there are remains of a campsite, the grave with the crosses. I'm panning the area now, okay. There is a layer of snow on everything. Someone has collected debris from the plane going through it. By the campfire ring, there is evidence of a bed. I'm moving out from the campsite slowly. There are slight impressions in the snow of an animal prowling the campsite but I don't see evidence of any human tracks. Moving out more and okay there's the view of the river so they should know it's there."
"What about where the signal's coming from, can you get a better view of where it is than just trees, Janet? All Peter could bring up was blasted trees." Jean scanned the area.
"Jean, I just found another woven cross on the edge of the clearing hanging in a horizontal position pointing towards the river. Good job Su. Jean she has left the clearing before the snow fell marking the way they went with pieces of…of… her hair. You should be picking up the signal by now on your monitor. It's coming from the left of the campsite so my guess would be during the crash it somehow torn off Sue's wrist. You have to track her the old-fashioned way. The clearing isn't large enough for the Huey to land so you're going to have to repel down to it."
Jean glanced over his shoulder towards the others in his unit. "You heard her, what the hell are you just sitting on your derrière's for? Break out the equipment making sure everyone's ready to go by the time we arrived or you'll go down the hard way!"
Slaughter, Tripper, and James looked over at the rest as Robert sprang into action followed closely by Mark to the back in the Huey. Slaughter got up to help. Mark relayed the equipment to him.
"Mark, he was just kidding about that, right? Trying to lighten up things," Slaughter took the armload from Mark.
Mark stared at him straight in the eyes, snapping, "No!"
That motivated Tripper and James. By the time they arrived at the crash site, the winch was in place with the harnesses on the apparatus. Jack hovered above the clearing while Mark opened the door with Robert snapping the last wench into place securing it to the Huey. Jean unbuckled moving to the rear compartment. Jack caught a glimpse of his demeanor as he passed by.
"Jean wait this time until the…" was all Jack got out of his mouth before hearing the winch whirled screeching in protest as Jean rode the cable down.
"Man he didn't even use a harness." James leaned out watching Jean descend, letting go the last fifteen feet doing a rolling landing then was gone.
Robert snapped up on the first repelling equipment to the cable barking at James, "What are you waiting for? He's not going to wait forever. Get going."
James secured his harness and said a quick prayer before he stepped off into nothingness. Within two minutes, Mark, Slaughter, and Tripper joined him on the ground. They heard a "Heads up" then a harness slammed into the mist of them.
"Secure the body from the grave for transport and find out where Jean went." Jack's voice boomed in their ears. Slaughter and Tripper took on the task of preparing the body as Mark and James followed Jean's tracks. James led the way following Jean's trail into the underbrush. All too soon, they lost the trail stopping for a breather amidst the trees which closed in over their heads.
"You see any sign of him, Mark? I can hardly see anything in this mess." James wheezed holding his side to ease the pain.
"No, but he's close. Jean, come on answer me, where are you? Mark searched for some sign of him. Mark was examining some snow by the tree-line when he suddenly froze then leaped aside hollering for James to watch out as a shower of heavy snow fell from the trees above covering them and a blanket of white. Jean dropped gently to the ground Su's bracelet in his hand.
"Get off your asses and let's go. Some help you two are. If I was a terrorist, you both would be dead." Jean started back to the clearing.
James made the mistake of answering him. "We're on a rescue mission now not a covert mission any longer."
Jean was in his face instantaneously. "All the more to stay alert, you miss the smallest details out here and it could meet someone's life or didn't you recognize those paw prints of that cougar? It's maimed so it's normal prey is not an option for it. Keep your bloody eyes open before you become some animal's supper. Jack?"
"Yes Jean."
"I found Su's bracelet. It was in a magpie's nest. It was torn off her wrist meaning she's hurt her wrist, properly broken. The woven cross supports that assessment. It isn't woven as tightly as she usually does. I haven't discovered any footprints from the survivors yet. The only footprints were the paw tracks of a main cougar so Janet's theory of them moving out before the snowfall holds water. We're a good thirty-six to forty hours behind them. Have you secured the body in the Huey yet?"
"Karine Murphy is aboard and secured. Jean the wind is starting to pick up speed. That storm front's coming in faster than we expected."
Jean arrived at the campsite to see the Huey get hit with a strong blast in the side moving the Huey a good two hundred feet before Jack was able to bring it back. Jean ordered the team to the Huey when Jack's cell phone went off. He dug in his pocket quickly barked, "Oakley."
"Oakley we need your help. The truck turned over on a sharp curve and there were injuries." Kyle's voice cut in and out. "Several prisoners escape. Matthew was one of them."
"Hang in there Kyle help is on the way. Skyrider triangulate where Kyle is through my cell phone," Jack ordered. "Jean, we have trouble with the mission."
"Mark, book up that rope. James, follow him. I'll find Su and let you know where we are, Jack. What are you waiting for James, an engraved invitation? Mark is in the Huey so keep going."
James shook his head no, "I'm with you. I have your back. Robert, throw down a pack."
Jean exploded, "I don't have time to keep you in tow. I'll be moving fast. They're probably hurt needing immediate assistance to survive so get your ass up that rope!"
"If they're hurt, you'll need help getting them out." James yelled back and seconds later a pack slammed on the ground between them as Jean heard the whine of the winch retracting. The Huey's engine roared away.
"Jack!" Jean screamed.
"You're outvoted this time, buddy. You can pound me into a pulp after you locate them and have them safely back. Godspeed Jean, bring her home."
Jean stood there for a split second watching the Huey fly off to help Kyle. His jaw ground his teeth. Frustration set in his face, his eyes blazing at Jack's defiance of direct orders. He turned and disappeared into the underbrush.
James saw only a blur of him snagging the woven cross that marked the trail. James grabbed the pack slinging it over his shoulder and plunged and after Jean.
Jean call back, "Come on get the lead out. We're going to lose what little light we have." James feet pounded through the snow the brambles tearing at him trying to follow the small trail Jean was blazing.
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Probably one of the highlights of our walks in Dubrovnik, the wall walk was a challenge for my height aversion, but well worth the effort.
It's a decent walk with lots of stairs so be prepared. A bottle of water is a great idea especially...More
I went in the off season so it was not crowded. It was a huge highlight as it was breathtakingly beautiful on many points and very clean. There was liquids available of all types when needed. Only a couple of miles but lots of stairs...More
I visited during the off season, many shops were closed; however, half of restaurants and shops still open for business with less foot traffic. I suggest taking a guided tour through the city and walking the wall to learn about the history which is very...More
The walls can be a challenge in the heat so I suggest the climb late afternoon on early morning in summer, but it it worth it,,,,,,,it sure is great views , history and the beauty , Don't go without your camera.
Looking down on the city, taking pictures, nothing captures the beauty of Dubrovnik quite like the walls!
We have heard about this place from a number of friends but just can't understand the feeling until you experience it for yourself first hand. What an amazing place. I wonder if the people who live there understand how special it is??
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the expectation is different from other European cities where there is a lot of history to see. in this case it's worth the environmet.
A nice long walk with plenty to see. There is also access to at least two other 1 Day Pass attractions from the wall, if you have purchased one of these. The walk can take a good few hours to walk around and entrance can...More
Walking the City Walls is a must do experience, you need comfortable shoes and plenty of time to enjoy the varied views, There are accessible, staffed toilets along the walk, plus a cafe for refreshments, which during the summer months would be a must. I...More
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The items you'll need for this project include wood board, power drill, tape measure, adhesive, etc. Read the tutorial for details. Follow the steps properly to make a nice and strong wall rack. This rack makes use of magnets to hold metal items. The tutorial explains the procedure for building this beautiful wall rack. Make sure to use only high quality items for any woodworking project. Use the rack only to hang items that are not too heavy for the magnet to hold. Also, be careful while working around this wall rack and beware of the knives falling off the rack.
It might not be the easiest project in this list, but if you already have some experience with wood cutting and joinery, it won't be any hassle at all. Thanks to the extremely detailed instructions it shouldn't really be a problem even if you're not very familiar with woodworking. This could actually be a great project for refining your woodworking skills as a beginner!
Making a garden arched footbridge out of some wood boards can be fun, hard working plan and also it's quite rewarding. We are providing the project tutorial for how to build an arched footbridge without rails or having rails. If you take your hands of work and have some basic woodworking skills you can easily build this type of bridge. While this garden bridge is too small to walk over but it can make a really stunning addition to your lush yard or garden.
Finally, properly preparing your wood surface is super important. It will make a huge difference when it comes times to stain, paint, or finish your wood. There are a lot of tips for wood surface preparation, but sanding the wood is one of the most important steps. And I find it really helpful to do the bulk of my sanding before I start ripping (cutting) and building with my wood since it's still in whole pieces. You can check out my simple tips for how to sand wood in my how to stain wood tutorial, which is also good to reference if you need to learn how to stain too!
Among early finds of wooden tools are the worked sticks from Kalambo Falls, Clacton-on-Sea and Lehringen. The spears from Schöningen (Germany) provide some of the first examples of wooden hunting gear. Flint tools were used for carving. Since Neolithic times, carved wooden vessels are known, for example, from the Linear Pottery culture wells at Kückhofen and Eythra.
Particleboard is a manufactured wood product composed of sawdust, wood chips or wood shavings mixed with a resin. This concoction is layered, compressed, subjected to heat and cut to shape, resulting in a sheet material that can be used for a variety of things. It's often used as shelving or as an underlayment for carpet. Plastic laminate may be applied to both sides to create a product that can be used to create everything from furniture to cabinets to wall paneling. Head into IKEA and you'll find acres of particleboard.
This self-clamping table saw fence takes only seconds to put on and lets you crank the blade into the fence to create both angled cuts along board edges and extremely thin rip or rabbet cuts. With a hand- or jigsaw, cut pieces from a 1×4, making the inside width of the "L" a hair under the thickness of your saw's fence. Drill 5/16-in. holes in the L-blocks and plywood fence and join them with two 1/4-in. x 3-in. countersunk machine screws, washers and Wing-Nuts. As always, use extra caution when you're sawing without a blade guard. Our thanks for this new sawing angle to professional furniture maker George Vondriska. Check out these 16 genius tool hacks you need to know!
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Keep in mind, there are no perfect boards, but try to always use the straighter boards and avoid warping boards. Also, Brandon and I have found that when it comes to picking out lumber at Home Depot and Lowes, they tend to stock up on fresh boards a few days before the weekend starts (so Thursday/Friday). And then, on Sundays and Mondays, the boards are usually really picked over and there isn't a good selection. Just another tip to keep in mind!
Lacking a jointer? Use reader Court Kites' awesome tip to create perfectly matched glue joints on wavy or bowed board edges. Lay the boards on a flat surface, then clamp them across the middle with a bar clamp. Lay two 8-in. long by 1-3/4 in. wide scrap boards across each end and screw them in with four 1-1/4 in. long screws, two per board. Keep the screws well away from your future cutting line!
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With an orbital sander and good sandpaper you can smooth wood evenly and easily with first-class results. When flush-sanding solid edge-banding, draw a squiggly line across the joint before sanding. The edge-banding will be slightly proud of the plywood veneer, so the pencil marks provide a visual aid to make sure that you're sanding flat, and that you don't sand through the plywood's veneer. As you go, you can also test for a smooth, level transition by gently scraping your fingernails against the transition. If it's smooth, your fingers will not catch on the seam between the two pieces
Sanding small items is tricky, as they're hard to clamp in a vise to work on them. So instead of bringing the sandpaper to the workpiece, I bring the workpiece to the sandpaper. I glue sheets of sandpaper to a piece of plywood; 60 and 100-grit on one side and 150 and 220-grit on the other. Spray adhesive works well for this. Since there's sandpaper on both sides, my sanding board doesn't slide around on the bench. Check out these small projects!
A bottle carrier is a bucket like carrier used to carry beer bottles and so. Yes, the same one you must have used to carry your six-pack. Drinker or not, a bottle carrier is a useful item for everyone. It can be used to carry around or store small items around a household. And it is also very easy to build one. I have several of these lying around my house. Also known as wooden beer totes, this is one wood item you will absolutely love to make. It is also super easy to build.
The engineering involved in building this garden bench is pretty simple, and we have provided some links to get a full cut list and plans with photos to help you along the way. Additionally, to the stock lumber, you will need wood screws, barrel locks, and hinges to complete the table. A miter saw or hand saw is also extremely helpful for cutting down your stock to the correct angle and length.
A bottle carrier is a bucket like carrier used to carry beer bottles and so. Yes, the same one you must have used to carry your six-pack. Drinker or not, a bottle carrier is a useful item for everyone. It can be used to carry around or store small items around a household. And it is also very easy to build one. I have several of these lying around my house. Also known as wooden beer totes, this is one wood item you will absolutely love to make. It is also super easy to build.
Figure out a simple setup for your woodworking space. You don't need a fancy and expensive workshop or garage to start woodworking. In fact, we've never had a workshop or garage (though I do dream of having one haha). In our current town home, we always setup a temporary workshop table in our backyard with a pair of sawhorses and a plywood board from the home improvement store.
The procedure is very easy to understand and follow for anyone with a little woodworking knowledge. Make sure to collect all the items you need before you start with the project. You may even ask Tracy your queries directly in the comment section of the tutorial post. Or you can ask them here. Either way, I hope that you manage to build this one nicely.
Woodworking was essential to the Romans. It provided, sometimes the only, material for buildings, transportation, tools, and household items. Wood also provided pipes, dye, waterproofing materials, and energy for heat.[5]:1Although most examples of Roman woodworking have been lost,[5]:2 the literary record preserved much of the contemporary knowledge. Vitruvius dedicates an entire chapter of his De architectura to timber, preserving many details.[6] Pliny, while not a botanist, dedicated six books of his Natural History to trees and woody plants, providing a wealth of information on trees and their uses.[7]
Old doors laid across sawhorses make great temporary workbenches, but they take up a lot of space when you're not using them. Instead of full-size doors, I use bifold doors with hinges so I can fold them up when I'm done working. They're also easier to haul around in the pickup for on-the-road jobs. — Harry Steele. Here are 12 more simple workbenches you can build.
"I do a lot of finish-sanding freehand, without a sandpaper block, so I can smooth edges and get into nooks and crannies. But the finer grits are usually bonded to thinner paper and, at least for me, the paper is too thin and ends up tearing long before the grit wears out. So I apply duct tape to the back of the sandpaper. The sandpaper is still flexible enough to sand a tight radius and it's far more durable. You can use this super-strong sandpaper like a shoeshine rag." — Chuck Merchant
When cutting full sheets with my circular saw, I use plastic shelving units as sawhorses. The height is just right and by using three of them, I can make cuts in any direction and the plywood is fully supported. And because the shelving units are made of plastic, I can cut right into them without worrying that they'll damage my saw blade. Plastic shelves are available for $20 at home centers. — John Tinger. Check out these tips for making long cuts with a circular saw.
Instead of using a container to mix a small amount of epoxy, just make a mixing surface on your workbench using painters tape. Simply lay down strips, overlapping the edges so the epoxy doesn't get on your bench. When you're done, peel off the tape and throw it away. This mixing surface will work for more than just epoxy, you can use it for wood glue or any other material you need easy access to while working on a project.
For your kitchen, it can work as a knife rack. It gives you easy access to all essential tools while saving space. In addition, it adds a nice visual appeal to your kitchen wall. You can customize your wall rack with different materials, designs and styles. I am here sharing the source link to the step by step tutorial about how to make a rustic wall knife rack.
Fir, also known as Douglas Fir, is very inexpensive and common at local home centers. It has a characteristic straight, pronounced grain with a red-brown tint. However, its grain pattern is relatively plain and it does not stain well, so Fir is commonly used when the finished product will be painted. While commonly used for building, this softwood would also be suitable for furniture-making as well.[12]
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A board is considered "quarter-sawn" when the growth rings run, more or less, perpendicular to the face of the board. Quarter-sawn boards generally have straight grain and are less prone to shrinkage, compared to other boards. These factors don't come into play with the 2x4s you use to frame a closet—but it does with the shelves and cabinetry you put into that closet; you want those boards to remain straight, flat and stable.
Who doesn't want to have one awesome and handy wooden desk organizer that not only looks beautiful but can store all your mini office desk items properly? See the picture below. I am sure you will love this one. I have already built one myself as I just could not resist having one at my office. This thing easily stores all my office desk essentials, including pen, pencils, marker, small notebooks, etc. in the most organized way. You can see it yourself.
I built my first platform bed by following the steps mentioned in the tutorial and the end result was everything I expected. It was as beautiful as comfortable and strong. It only cost me around $60 to build this one from the scratch. And if I can build it, anyone can. What you need is a little bit of woodworking experience and a lot of confidence. Collect the items as suggested in the video and start working now.
This particular tray is made using reclaimed barn wood but the author of the project Beyond The Picket Fence surprised everyone with one fact: reclaimed barn wood has often some areas turned pink due to cow urine. If you check the project more closely, you'll also notice some areas of the tray being almost bright pink. That's something you don't see every day!
When it comes to woodworking for beginners, there are 6 things that I think are essential to know for how to start woodworking. I'm going to discuss each of these tips in hopefully a really simple way to make it a breeze to understand, so you can get to the fun part of actually starting to woodwork! I wish when I started and was learning how to woodwork that I had a simple beginner tips guide like this one!
Some types of wood filler can be hard to get off your hands after they dry, especially if you use your fingers to push it into small cracks and holes. When that happens, I reach for fine grit sandpaper and sand it off my fingers. It's great for removing dried-on polyurethane glue and canned foam from your hands, too. — Chris James. We've got great solutions for removing super glue, too.


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If you have a background in marketing and a passion for a particular niche, then organizing a virtual event may be just up your street. A virtual event could span across a day or longer. Individual live sessions would be run by experts in the field. And conference features would include live question and answer sessions, forums, and plenty of free giveaways. Visitors to the virtual event would pay to attend, so the more effective your promotion of the event the more money you would make.
You can also market your ebook on your own website or blog, particularly if the site gets good traffic. Still another method is affiliate marketing. You can offer to pay sites related to your ebook a percentage of the sale price – say, anywhere between 20% and 50% – for them to post an ad or linked article for your book on their site. This could enable you to market your ebook on multiple platforms for greater market exposure.
Many people fancy themselves as designers. If you have a unique idea for a new product then it may be time to get it designed. This can be a long process involving prototypes, discussions with factories, package design, and much more. However, the profits once the product is on the market could be substantial. And remember, with Amazon FBA, your products can all be stored and shipped by Amazon, giving you time to think up your next invention. Learn more about Amazon FBA with my How To Start An Amazon FBA Business Guide.
Education requirements vary depending on what kind of work is being done. To be hired for a Work From Home position in Medical Billing, for example, applicants are often expected to have medical billing training and experience. Many online writing jobs require a resume and writing samples. Bookkeeping from home positions also require appropriate training and on-the-job experience.
The track was covered by British singer-songwriter Ed Sheeran in a radio appearance in the United Kingdom.[92] Other artists who covered the song include classical crossover group Clean Bandit with Louisa Johnson at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge,[93] where Fifth Harmony also performed the track along with a cover of Elle King's "Ex's & Oh's".[94] Clean Bandit also recorded a mash-up version of the track at the Spotify Studios in New York City.[95] Bebe Rexha gave an acoustic performance at the SiriusXM studios. When asked to comment on the reason for covering the song, Rexha said she loves the song and called it "sexy".[96]
Distributed work entails the conduct of organizational tasks in places that extend beyond the confines of traditional offices or workspaces. It can refer to organizational arrangements that permit or require workers to perform work more effectively at any appropriate location—such as their homes or customers' sites—through the application of information and communication technology. An example is financial planners who meet clients during the client's lunchtime at the client's workplace; even though this is an out-of-the-office, meeting, the Internet enables the planner to present financial planning tools and presentations on their mobile computers. Another example is a publishing executives who recommends books and places orders for the latest book offerings to libraries and university professors from the executive's home using e-mail or an online system. If this type of distributed work replaces the worker's commute, it would be considered telecommuting. If not, it would be telework (see §1. Definition).
Become a virtual assistant. Virtual assistants perform a wide range of services for their clients, all of which can be completed online. Depending on the day, they may open and reply to emails, schedule online work or blog posts, write mock-up letters and proposals, or perform data entry. You can look for virtual assistant jobs on sites like UpWork.com and Problogger.net.
More than half a billion products are sold on Amazon every month, making it an incredible opportunity to make money online. But, like everything else that involves making money online, you have to do quite a bit of work to earn it. One option on Amazon is to find products that are already made and buy and sell them at a discount. For example, you could research generic products such as clocks, keychains and mugs to attach to your brand. For an incredible deep dive on how to make extra money with this strategy, check out how digital marketer Neil Patel recently did this as a public experiment right here on his blog.
Motivator-hygiene theory[45] differentiates between motivating factors (motivators) and dissatisfying factors (hygienes). Factors that are motivators such as recognition and career advancement may be lessened with telework. When teleworkers are not physically present, they may be "out of sight, out of mind" to other workers in the office.[46] Additionally, telework may not always be seen positively by management due to fear of loss of managerial control.[47] A 2008 study found that more time spent telecommuting decreased the perception of productivity of the teleworker in the eyes of management.[48] Hygiene factors, such as work conditions, may improve when teleworking such that teleworkers have the flexibility to work in a variety of locations.[44][46] Thus, telework has different work motivating factors and dissatisfying factors than office work.[46]
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text: Home » News » Abia: How APGA reacted to Governor Ikpeazu's sharing of Prado Jeeps to LG chairmen News Abia: How APGA reacted to Governor Ikpeazu's sharing of Prado Jeeps to LG chairmen Published on October 24, 2018 By Chijindu Emeruwa The All Progressives Grand Alliance, APGA, has criticized Abia state Governor, Okezie ikpeazu of alleged sharing of Prado Jeeps to the seventeen local government council chairmen in the state. The party, in a statement issued to newsmen by the Abia State chairman, Reverend Augustine Ehiemere, and forwarded to DAILY POST on Wednesday morning, said the action of the governor was provocative and highly disrespectful to the suffering citizens of the state, especially thousands of starving civil servants and pensioners whose situations keep becoming pathetic on a daily basis. Recall that Governor Okezie Ikpeazu had last week, as parts of his birthday celebration, distributed multi-million Naira Prado Jeeps to the 17 local government council chairmen in Abia state. Parts of the APGA statement reads, "The attention of the All Progressives Grand Alliance (APGA) Abia state has been drawn to the latest thoughtless and tactless action of governor Okezie Ikpeazu of Abia state who in continuation of his acts of financial recklessness shared brand new Toyota Prado Jeeps to the Seventeen L.G. A Chairmen of the state a few days ago. "Just like other citizens of the state who have roundly condemned this jamboree of an insensitive governor, we feel very sad and disappointed, and thus state as follows: "That the sharing of such expensive jeeps that is between Fifty Million Naira (N50M) and above per vehicle at this time is the highest display of leadership insensitivity to the plight of Abians and clearly presents the governor as one whose leadership priorities are misplaced, and dangerously wrapped in destructive selfishness. "That while Dr. Ikpeazu celebrated his birthday amid pomp and pageantry, and dashed those vehicles like Christmas flowers, he didn't bother to pause and ponder about the welfare and fate of those millions of Abians who are struggling to provide three square meals for their families. "That LGA Chairmen as Chief Executives of the third tier of government, with constitutional independence and approved budgets, are not appointees of the governor and thus do not fall in the category of government officials who should be beneficiaries of such gestures; suffice it to say that it's either the Ikpeazu led government has been dipping its hand illegally into the treasury of the Local Councils, or that he is wasting such resources on the LGA Chairmen for ulterior motives that may not be unconnected to his desperate quest for undeserved reelection come 2019. "The fact that a governor who has consistently hinged his failure to pay workers and pensioners, as well as execute meaningful projects on paucity of funds, had the mind to waste up to a billion naira (N 1Billion) in purchase of such expensive jeeps, shows that Ikpeazu is determined to exhibit anti people meanness and ruthlessness in pursuit of a doomed reelection ambition, more than he is ready to use the resources of the people in giving them responsible leadership. This should awaken the consciousness of Abians of all classes, and strengthen their resolve to end the Ikpeazu leadership tragedy come 2019. "That we urge the LGA Chairmen to allow truth, justice and empathy prevail over selfish interest by voluntarily returning those jeeps which are akin to blood money to governor Okezie Ikpeazu, even as we appeal to the governor to sell off those jeeps and use the proceeds to tackle pressing needs of the people. "Finally, we wish to remind Dr. Okezie Ikpeazu that Abia is not, and can never be his personal estate where self propelled acts of selfishness and gross misconduct as being witnessed presently can go unchallenged and unpunished. He must give account of his stewardship, if not today, certainly tomorrow, because no evil has ever gone unpunished. NIGERIA DECIDES: Read 2019 Presidential Election Analysis Subscribe to Daily Post. Advertise with us. Send us enquiries, press releases. Related Topics:abiaAPGAGovernor Ikpeazu You may like Nigeria decides: APGA reacts to postponement of presidential election 2019 election: 15 guber candidates adopt APGA's Araraume APC vs PDP: 'We endorse Atiku, Obi' – APGA state Chairmen Abia 2019: Court nullifies Chikwe Udensi's candidature, upholds Otti's emergence as APGA flagbearer 2019 election: Ikpeazu fires back at opponents over burning of INEC office in Abia 2019 election: APC guber candidate, Uche Ogah condemns burning of INEC office in Abia, says PDP jittery over impending defeat