'Star-fire'-A Bo Jon Little-horse p.i. novel

by Danny E. Allen

morning the appropriate offices would be notified. But he knew it would take days to down set, but there were others who could act quickly. He needed a first-responder to enact a 'parallel'-crewing was told not inform the one-man at the 'cusp' of the world-event. Though he could not inform his friend as to what was going-on but as most men of honor he won't 'shirk' his duty so easily. He knew an highly, competent p.i.; why, with some official assertion, might be brought in to discover what was perhaps an international crime. He was a former Marine who'd been a friend to those in the Armed-Forces. A tactician who'd seen duties in the DMZ zone. He was getting older but out-west still working as a sleuth out of the western-states. There was only one thing which set him out over and above many others that is plausible solving of minute-cases. He and the Commander had worked-together when he was a young-Cadet. A Marine, he was being trained in Command-awareness back just before his retirement from the National Guard. After 20-years of enlistment, he was renowned for service-complicit data-deciphering...

  After a valuable-series of instruction he taught the Cadets advance data emergence. Then, he was 44, now in his latter-fifties he stayed in the mentality of advanced-detection with fellow-soldiers... By 8 pm he'd gotten in-touch with him through series of attaches. 'Mr. Little-horse, I'm so glad to reach you....' ...There was, being a constructive-coordination, going-on... The 'pyramid' that was created by the informing implicitness in its virtues began to spread and take on its over-properties. A principle presumption to form a vector to envision to assume the intelligent-expect to what was neither deep nor defining. But the calculative conspiring moved from artifice to animal, extenuate in the vivid pretense of progression. Yet the channels of pro-feasibility came with ode and order.

  The structure of the animal known as the 'vascular-system' of officials tended to slow with time and terms... An individual en coda of tactics and terms which had to be faced with avocation from the legalities' lament to adopt a significant progression. Of which Commander Takashomi and Bo Jon, a SPC-NG until '83, realized and understood. A prestige still set-on those terms so as the checks and balances went on some thing explicable had to be done. The inter-space vessel sat on the launch pad with a stowed-away device installed with a trigger to be ignited as soon as all astronauts were on-board and the last countdown was begun. The assailants were now in differing parts of the world. But would be safely back in Iraq, by the final-detonation. An incredible efficient team had carried out the plan. And now Caliph Jeuai would officiate the final-trigger. He wanted all his people their safe from any harm, and not to be found-out he wanted everyone in hiding. But in-touch for the celebrating of the 'glory'...

  Unlike the U.S., the converse terms of actives in it was done with total-complicit. Then, through harsh and indomitable life had hardened them, and adapted the skills, and propensity for skills. What could have been a vastly, urgent intent was still held-up by protocol and disorientation... The design of American in-precision had been sub-divide by the plight of stigmatic 'quagmire'. And the initiate, even in advanced-terms meant a clausal of affective. Yet what with progressives redeeming the ardent work which had once been locked-in by conservative and regressive. The refreshing renewed social, monetary and economic-terms succeeded for the world. Just as regressed Bedouins, so was status-quo reduction who'd both cut their teeth in hard and fastidious rules. The tight-noose which was the rope of government was beginning to tighten yet not fast enough.

  Bo Jon Little-horse and his new friend had met the following day at Ft. Bragg. The intensity of what was occurring allowed military attaches to pick B. J. up at his ranch and flown to the base... As C-30s and military-cargo planes flew in and out, the military's flyers-flew into the air-base. 'Okay, move those supplies to A 5-59 storage site...' ...'Sergeant, comply your platoon for take-off at 0630 on the next-flight.' 'Attention.' Said the Lieutenant after arriving to meet the Provost General. He wanted to meet the 'amazing' Little-horse and once more judge for himself what might be the plot of the century... 6'4'', still fairly, well-kept for his age he was not unimposing. But like any military man they could hold their own. General Pilot, had thought the 'new-realm', a career-ending anomaly. But since Four-star General McArthur's in the 50s roust, he knew his place. And now for a little of his own excitement the insurgent plot he wanted in on.

  The information-specialist was brought in to act as liaison between him and higher-ups. A discipline Army General, who was the west coast administrator. He was embedded with soldiers in Afghanistan and saw to the draw-down. Now, a native-American former Sergeant Marine was thought grave by his friends and that almost superstitious and like National Security assigned, they knew what they were talking about so suffluously, he knew he was no 'dud'. He wanted to meet him if only to play a part. He was told to be a ratifier in the whole-situation. In fact, his role might be a ‘pivotal’ one. ..‘So glad to meeting you, Mr. Little-horse...' After their introduction. Bo's good-friend went right to the point. He explained, with respect about his possible crucial role as a renowned detective whose ability was quite effective. And the details of what could be the intersecting of a great-catastrophe. Bo Jon, explained his-role and that he could use all his-abilities to uncover the case. And that time was of the essence, and he was ready to get to work. The General was impressed, as he began briefing him on what he knew and what was brought-forth as the Information-Specialist, the case began its unraveling...

  ...Then, the military's role, the extrinsic of what was donning and the immediacy of a possible terror attack. He was to be sent to HQ at the Pentagon that afternoon. As he was coordinated and re-affiliated his mental deduction began to develop. The vague areas were being pictured in a larger-scheme. And it brought the many, intricacies of what might un-earth what was a device. And so, the information, details and behavior could indicate a number of functions. Either we are on a renewed terrorist-attack or your friend of a friend might be ‘working-too hard‘... The friend of both, thought differently. 'With all due respect Sirs, but their very-competence sits on their exponent. The Provost who had flew in with the two, couldn't deny that. In fact his greatest soldier were immensely agile. That night, in order, the Dept. Homeland Security, Dept. of Defense, Vice-President and President were told, and by four that morning the Star-fire addendum had been ceased.

  Then, the observation and detective clues were searched. Jeuai had now met four of his-insurgents and felt they'd not been once suspected. But as time grew 56-hours, the reanalyzing of what, where and who might have been occurring had taken place. By that time, the many viewed investigation Communiqués were beginning to resound. Bo Jon, thought his position now as an activated Sergeant Information-Special until no longer needed or till his now allot-perspective; he was to be based at the Pentagon. His private-uniform of Marine Sgt. had been brought in and he was given allaying, duties there. Bo Jon both once a citizen and portent Detective he wanted action, and that’s were his next move came in as a distinguished P.I. he knew there was more to the case. By the thirtieth hour, he’d pieced-together his own profile: the Japanese-worker had been quite skilled at observation but what seemed even less tenable, he’d seen several strange men both there and around Commander P.L. of Middle-eastern descent. This, and the fact that explosives, exacting expertise and tenuous relatives meant that both culprit and cause was due to nothing uncorroborated defiled, dysfunction.

  ...He explained this to his commanding-officer that he and a contingent take-off, for Iraq. Why, Iraqis became there was a human-interring? That of the Middle-East greatest and most elixir of terms by a country only there did it happen that country, being ‘tided’ had not been fully met. Afghanistan had been mostly, corroborated by leaders and terrorist lament and few were taught in today’s skills... And now he wanted what was possibly, a warrant waning not to get there too soon before the alarm went-out. He explained this to his technical-superior and was given a full-contingent with Navy Seals as
guard in what might be a confrontation. Easily, the President-was kept abreast. To prove that Bo Jon was worthy a few of his old friends now retired had been ceded to a former excellent Marine and Green Beret with a command of SFC with honors... He couldn’t be more ‘commended’ to his action by being a better-civilian. But this directive was not for sure. Yet B.J. couldn’t be a more fais de compleat... He’d watched the great event burgeon and grow and also its many factors obviating around the project.

  Perhaps, they’d assumed too much, the new world-realm was arduously, ‘fragile‘. As the Provost General brought-up, it could all be a delusion of personal might. Like at war time, objective-work can mean abject appeal... All-of history has been marked with evitable, set-backs... The unexpected had to be appropriately, evaded. And that evasion tactfully, installed. The many standards can by existence be reversed by unknowing remit... It was the job of the military to avoid a dispassionate-accord.