Kurtherian Gambit Boxed Set One: Books 1-7, Death Becomes Her, Queen Bitch, Love Lost, Bite This, Never Forsaken, Under My Heel, Kneel or Die (Kurtherian Gambit Boxed Sets)

by Michael Anderle

  Darryl had just yelled ‘clear’ while looking out a door. They could hear the people outside starting to panic and flee the club.

  Eric was presently going back around to pull the darts out of people. They didn’t want any left behind for forensics.

  Gabrielle came out of an office carrying a laptop and motioned for John to put it into the bag. He unzipped it and she slid it in. Zipping it back up he twirled his hands in the air. They pulled the unconscious people out of the room and into the warehouse, propping them against a wall.

  Going back into the office, Eric pulled out an incendiary and chucked it in. The offices would go up in flames shortly.

  They went back and pulled the rest of Clarita’s team outside and zip-tied their hands. They didn’t want to risk the building going up too fast and the people not being able to walk away.

  It took Scott three minutes to find a van he knew how to hotwire. They tossed everything in the back and took off to their next destination.

  Road to Escazu, Costa Rica

  Bethany Anne could hear the sirens in the distance. The taxi had been at the bar already and was asking which of the patrons had called him when she walked in. He looked frustrated with her but didn’t gripe too loudly as he took her to his car. It was a nice, white Toyota van that had a manual stick shift in the dash.

  She got in the back and they took off towards a small restaurant overlooking the city and San Jose in the distance. It happened to also be about a quarter mile above the small enclave where Clarita had her house. It took them a half hour to make their way up the winding roads to the restaurant. Ecaterina had found the restaurant and made her a reservation under Bethany Anne Michaels. She thought it a nice touch. If anyone from the Forsaken was able to trace her to this restaurant, they would recognize the names and realize that perhaps Bethany Anne had come from Michael himself. It would cause them to think about attacking her twice.

  Knowing how afraid everyone was of Michael, it would probably make them think about it until the following year.

  She had told Adrian to pass on that she would kill everyone in Central America, but considering how much a pain in the ass it was to accomplish this simple operation, she would need to move down here to execute the threat. She would have to be smarter before she mouthed off next time.

  It wasn’t that she couldn’t take everyone out, it was that she lacked the time and resources to do it. All of her previous thoughts about how lazy Michael must be for failing to already take care of the Forsaken were seriously biting her in the ass.

  Then again, he had had hundreds of years. She was less than a year old.

  The taxi dropped her off in front of a very nice one story light stone, dark wood and glass steakhouse with subdued lighting. The young man opened her door and she stepped out. She paid him, adding a generous tip. In spite of the lighting, she could easily see everything and everyone, even those in the darkest booths. She stepped through the door that was held open for her.

  After giving her name for the reservation, they took her to a small private area that overlooked the city. It had vine covered walls and a small table set for one. You could not see back into the restaurant and it did a good job of reducing any sounds coming from the diners inside. The wall was very short, and the view was spectacular as you looked at the lights from the homes and streets below down into the town proper. Just in the distance she thought she could see the flames still being fought in the warehouse area. She was easily able to find Clarita’s home. It had blue lights in the courtyard.

  She looked at her watch, still another hour to go. She ordered some food; she might as well enjoy the results of the team’s labor with a snack or two instead of just the bags of blood. Whenever she felt like just throwing in the towel on her revenge, she remembered Martin and the anger was right back on the surface.

  She needed this for closure. It would also send the message to those in the UnknownWorld that to attack her would not be tolerated.

  She sighed.

  She watched as another fire started down in San Jose. That should be number three, she thought. She wondered if number two was too tough, or just had a good sprinkler system.

  She had finished her food and ordered coffee. It helped her with the crappy blood aftertaste. She was going to need access to all of the energy she could hold at one time. TOM had said that she had at least three times what she had back in the Everglades stored up. She finished the coffee and paid attention to the house with the blue lights. It seemed an odd affectation of Clarita’s. Who cared, it just made it easier for her to tell where she needed to go.

  She told the waiter that she was done and would like the bill. When he came back, she paid the bill in dollars and left a significant tip. She asked to be left alone for twenty minutes. He dipped his head and left her with two after-dinner mints.

  What the hell, she dropped the mints into her bag. Making sure he wasn’t coming back, she stripped and changed to her leathers. She put on her undershirt, then the vest with the ceramic protection. Every time she suited up, she would remember Petre shooting her in the back. She had gotten through it OK, but it was a mental problem for her, still.

  She strapped on her shoulder holsters and put in the .45s. The sword went over her shoulder. She tied her hair back.

  Martin, it’s time to deliver your vengeance. She grabbed her bag and stepped up to the wall. Other customers of the steak place thought they saw a lady jump off of the wall, but she disappeared and no one heard a body hit below. They all thought maybe it was a reflection. A quarter mile away, Bethany Anne appeared thirty feet above Clarita’s house. Taking the shortest time possible, she found a balcony and slipped through the etheric to land inches above it. She made no sound when she reappeared.

  Well, she was here. Now what?

  While she waited to get her bearings, she could barely hear yelling coming from inside the house. It seemed that her team was certainly making someone quite upset.

  She tested the door to the balcony, it was locked. Why wasn’t it ever easy?

  TOM, what happens if I slip out of the Etheric into a solid object?

  Well, if you actually accomplish that I imagine you would either fuse with the new material, or cause something akin to a small atomic blast when the atoms are pushed away from each other.

  Either way, I’m fucked, right?

  Well, sure. A little crass but accurate.

  This comes from the alien who watches Housewives of Orange County?

  Well, actually I haven’t watched any of that since we left Miami. Pete isn’t watching it anymore.

  Oh, so the brainwashing is done then?

  Perhaps.

  Great. Can’t wait to find out your next fixation. Do I have some options here?

  Well, if you were to pause in the etheric you could probably just try to see into the next location and check it out.

  You don’t sound so sure of this.

  That’s because it takes a fair amount of time for a Kurtherian to learn the trick. Seeing how we have never tried it, I’m not really sure what would happen.

  Ok, sounds like a bad idea in the middle of an op. Well, I hope your life insurance is paid up.

  Why, what’s life insurance?

  Bethany Anne stood up aimed at the door and walked through it. She planned to go one foot forward and as she let out her breath, slipped through the etheric and walked into a bedroom that had no furniture. She guessed that they might not use the upper floor of the house that much. She was able to hear the yelling a bit better now.

  Yup, the team was pissing Clarita off. Bethany Anne glided over to the door and cracked it open the smallest amount. It was dark in the hallway, but the sound was well amplified and she guessed it was Clarita yelling.

  “You tell that spineless crab I will take every colón out of his hide if he can’t find the people that destroyed my club! I don’t pay the police to sit on their asses when a business of mine is attacked.”

  With that, Bethany Ann
e heard her slam a hand down in frustration. The phone rang again.

  “Hi Maria, what? Do what? How many attacked? Five? Wait, one was a woman? Why was she hard to see? Uh huh, moved too fast to see you say? That bitch Bethany Anne must be attacking my interests to get me to come out there. One minute… Julian!” Bethany Anne could hear someone below moving quickly. “Julian, take a team and go over to the business office. That bitch must have found out all of my interests here in San Jose. No, leave me Hugo and Jorge. I’ll be fine. Go! Yes, take the guns! They aren’t fucking around down there. I’ve lost three places already. Hold on. Maria, when did they leave? OK. Fine. Get the police and the fire support there as quick as possible. Goodbye. Julian, it will take them a minimum of twenty more minutes to get to the business office. Get there and prepare to ambush them, you have ten minutes.”

  Bethany Anne heard a team of at least six people leaving the house. She waited until she heard two cars take off. She slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath and one of her .45s. She wanted so badly to be able to slip through the etheric to the room below, but the chance she took just a minute ago would have her breaking out in a sweat if she thought about it too much.

  The phone rang again.

  “Hello. Yes Claudia, she has started her attacks. No, you and your siblings stay out of Costa Rica. I don’t want you around. I will either take care of the bitch or not, I don’t want you involved. No, this is Anton’s fault, and mine for doing what he wanted. No, I really didn’t have a choice. If I die you stay hidden from Anton. He might assume this Bethany Anne has killed you too.” There was a long pause. Bethany Anne took the chance to look down the hallway. It went about ten feet before going down some stairs. Clarita started talking below and Bethany Anne slowly made her way to the stairs trying to make sure she wouldn’t cause the floor to creak and give her away. “No, you and your siblings have the right of it. I am not for making humans our food either but I’ve been in this too long to change now. Tell your brothers I love you all. I have another call, bye.”

  Bethany Anne was touched that Clarita had any feelings for her kids. She was like a Forsaken version of Stephen in a way. Except Stephen’s kid was going to the dark side and it sounded like Clarita’s might be heading towards the light. From the top of the stairs, Bethany Anne could see Clarita’s shadow moving back and forth on the floor at the bottom. She readied her sword in her right hand.

  “Hello? Yes, hello Commissioner. Yes, I have been informed my businesses have been under attack. Yes, I believe I do know who is doing this. No, I don’t think your people will be able to stop them, however, you can back up my group at the business offices. Yes, the ones on the 177. Don’t go over there with your lights flashing, I want that bitch to get caught in an ambush my group is setting up for them right now. You will need to come when you hear the gunfire. Yes, that would be good, thank you.”

  While she was talking, the shadow stopped right at the end of the stairs. Clarita hit the call end button on her phone as twelve inches of razor sharp Japanese steel suddenly protruded out of her chest. She coughed up blood over her phone. Her sudden grunt caused Hugo and Jorge to burst into the room only to receive two bullets to each of their heads. Both went down. The person with the sword swung her around like a marionette and frog marched her over to where Hugo and Jorge were writhing on the ground. She heard two shots and finally registered that both of her knees had been blown out. The person holding the sword dipped it towards the floor and she slid off the sword to the ground in a heap, barely registering her freedom as the pain in her chest and now her knees consumed her attention. A black clad female took a bloody sword and casually sliced both men through the necks. Their eyes remained open, staring as their blood covered the floor.

  She heard a voice above her, “Bobcat, Bethany Anne, call back the team. I’ll meet you at the pickup point.”

  Clarita pushed herself over with agonizing slowness. The whole time she was focused on the team in San Jose, she was stalked by this woman. She looked at the vampire above her and knew that Anton had certainly killed her by going after Bethany Anne.

  It was her poor choice to use Adrian in America. Her chest and knees were healing, but she couldn’t move quickly and it would be some time before she healed enough to try. She doubted that she would be given much time now.

  The woman looked down at her. “Anton will pay for what he’s done. I will not forgive him. Unfortunately for you, it was your hand that sent Adrian. If your children stay out of my path, I will not go after them. It is the most I can give you.”

  “It is the most I can ask.” Clarita had been alive for centuries. She had made it through countless revolutions, political parties and efforts of other Forsaken to take her place as the Queen of Central America.

  She had made one bad choice and sent a fool to get information without counting the cost. She watched as Bethany Anne aimed her gun. She saw the twitch of Bethany Anne’s finger on the trigger and then knew no more.

  Bethany Anne used her sword to make sure Clarita would not be able to heal from the damage of the three .45 bullets at close range. She walked over to Clarita’s sink and cleaned her sword.

  She walked around the house and found Clarita’s laptop. She put it into her bag. They needed intel and if Nathan and Frank could pull information from it, great.

  TOM, can I get to the landing location with the amount of etheric energy I have left?

  Yes. You are becoming more adept at moving longer distances.

  Yay me! So, no blood at the end?

  No, you should be fine.

  Good to know.

  She dialed Bobcat again, “Bobcat, one coming in.”

  “I read you five by five, Bethany Anne. Good to hear you, boss.” Bethany Anne smiled at that.

  Bethany Anne took one step towards the front door and finished the step out at the landing site just two feet away from a large rock. Pete came over to her and handed her a packet of baby wipes. She smiled, remembering the first time she had used baby wipes in Shelly. “Where are the others?”

  Pete answered, “They got the message, probably take them about ten more minutes to get here. The town is a fustercluck with all the damage they did.”

  “Everyone ok?”

  “Yeah, Gabrielle took a round in the chest, but it was stopped by the vest. When she went down someone got one in her leg. We think we counted her cussing in three known languages and one none of us could figure out.”

  “A woman after my own heart.”

  “Yeah, team says she was taking one that was aimed at Eric. He had missed someone on his six and she was able to get the guy’s attention, but it was almost point blank by that time. Eric got him before he was able to do more than shoot her in the leg. They got some blood in her so she’s mostly healed.”

  “Ok, let’s make sure we have this timed to leave immediately when they arrive. I don’t want to stick around San Jose right now.”

  Pete reached up and clicked on his mic and relayed the request to Bobcat who started the process to get Shelly hot. They had just started the rotors turning when the team came through the bushes.

  Bethany Anne saw that Eric was supporting Gabrielle as she walked. She looked at Gabrielle and raised an eyebrow; Gabrielle just shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘what can I do?’

  Bethany Anne walked over. John, Darryl and Scott went around her to put their equipment on the bird.

  She put up an arm and made Eric and Gabrielle stop. “Eric, what the hell are you doing?”

  He looked blankly at her, “I’m helping my teammate who was shot because of my stupid ass get back to the bird!” He was focused on his perceived failure. Before he could get started Bethany Anne put up a hand to stop his talking and looked over at Gabrielle.

  “Gabrielle, take off those fucking pants.”

  Gabrielle knew when to question orders and this wasn’t one of those times. She reached down and untied her shoes and then took them off. Then, she unbuckled and took off her
blood soaked pants.

  Bethany Anne put a hand out to Eric, “Eric, light.” She could have used Gabrielle’s light, but she was trying to make a point and Eric was slowly getting it. When she turned on Eric’s flashlight and looked at the pair of very attractive and very female legs, there wasn’t a scratch or scar on them. She turned the light off and handed it back to Eric. “What she needs, asswipe, is a pair of clean pants. Know your partner’s skills. She was letting you hold her because she didn’t know how to get through your mental pissing on yourself. You’re the Queen Bitch’s guard and now so is Gabrielle. So suck it up and thank her by not forgetting she is a tough motherfucker, not a helpless little girl. She can bench press you, remember?”

  Bethany Anne could tell that Eric had gotten the point. She turned to Gabrielle. “Stop treating them as something that breaks easily! That won’t help them, understand me? If you do, I’ll personally slap the ever-loving shit out of you until it takes a week for you to heal. You won’t do me or them any good. Now let’s get out of here. Costa Rica can kiss my ass for now, I’ll enjoy it another time.” She turned around.

  The team was so tired they didn’t realize that it was Bethany Anne who was the last on and closed the door.

  Two hours later, they were back on the Polarus, which turned to the northeast and starting putting on the power. Chief Engineer John Rodriquez already had the ship running faster than it was supposed to be capable of by ten percent. But he had bigger plans and just needed the time and the budget. This ship was going to sing through the waves.

  23

  Costa Rica & Panama

  Back in San Jose, Julian’s team made it back to Clarita’s house and found the three dead bodies. Julian called the police commissioner and informed him that there had been a hit at this house while they were out. Life was going to become very dangerous for the Forsaken in Central America as different powerful vampires struggled to see who would come out on top.