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Kurtherian Gambit Boxed Set Three: Books 15-21, Never Submit, Never Surrender, Forever Defend, Might Makes Right, Ahead Full, Capture Death, Life Goes On (Kurtherian Gambit Boxed Sets Book 3)

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by Michael Anderle


  Ecaterina spoke, “Sphaea, I need you to take us to Purchase, New York.”

  The Pod changed directions and headed towards the U.S. Eastern seaboard.

  “We’re going to have to figure out how to get down in daylight,” Ecaterina commented.

  “Not so much a problem, depending on if you’re willing to skydive,” Nathan said as he reached around behind him to look in the storage area.

  “You are out of your pea-sized mind if you think I’m willing to jump out of a good Pod with nothing but a…” Ecaterina stopped talking when Nathan pulled two rods equipped straps and chains out of storage. “What are those?”

  “These little beauties,” Nathan said, “are the latest in silent descent support now available in all Pods in the Etheric Empire.” He handed her one.

  “Heavy,” she observed.

  “Yeah, they have gravitic technology inside.”

  Ecaterina held onto the two foot long, three-inch diameter black rod. She slipped her wrists through the straps. “Hard to get your hands out,” she commented as she played with the rod.

  “That’s in case you lose consciousness, it won’t slip off, and you can’t fall. Plus, we can use the chain to connect to either a vest harness for those who are completely out of it, or drop off supplies.”

  “So, we put our hands through here, open the doors and jump?” she asked, leaning forward to see how far below down the world was.

  “Well, we would drop much lower, but yes. Cloud cover is presently eight thousand feet up, so we go into the clouds, open the door, and we slip out. The Pod stays up here, and we drop over the Arthur W Butler Memorial Sanctuary. We can’t drop in on Purchase because the Westchester Country Airport is right next to it. Call a taxi…”

  “Why not Uber?” Ecaterina interrupted as she continued to play with her rod.

  “They’re banned in New York State. New York City has an exclusion, so they can operate there lawfully.”

  “I hate American politics,” she grumped. “Uber works so much better than the Taxi app.”

  Nathan looked out the window. “So, we get a taxi off the 685 and ride in. Figure out how to get what we need and boom-dida-bam we jump on a Pod and go back up.” He smiled at her, pleased with his plan.

  “No, we don’t.” Ecaterina said emphatically. “I didn’t get Christina a babysitter so we could just steal the Pepsi recipe.”

  “No?” Nathan looked at his mate, confused. “What else are we doing?”

  “You, sir, are taking me back to the first pizza place we ever ate, one last time.” She winked at him. “Then we’re going back to that reserve and…”

  Nathan sure hoped he brought enough cash for everything. Female Weres that planned on that much physical activity could eat a lot of food.

  ADAM?

  >>Yes TOM?<<

  Have you figured out the Coke recipe, yet?

  >>Of course. <<

  Have you confirmed the recipe?

  >>Yes.<<

  There was a small, but identifiable pause.

  How?

  >>I confirmed the ingredients, the different instructions for the manufacturing of the product and all of the power requirements, taking into account for the random fluctuations in poorly supported electrical equipment and degraded copper wiring and confirmed, within parameters, the information I acquired for the equipment, and usage and wastage, of what happened in the production plant.<<

  You didn’t tell anyone you already have the recipe, right?

  >>And miss all of the fun? What do you take me for, an EI?<<

  9

  Team BMW took two of the Pods down to Germany to meet a sales representative at their office.

  Fortunately, Germany wasn’t as aggressive as some countries looking for TQB Pods racing through their airspace, or at least it didn’t seem that way so far.

  The trio was looking for the best container and vats they could buy to produce beer and that would last for centuries. While they already had good equipment, you could ALWAYS use backups.

  Because Bobcat couldn’t imagine a lifetime as long as his without beer.

  The team was also secretly planning on cornering the market in another area and was planning on using some of the supplies and pieces they were ordering for a different, more devious effort.

  They were going to corner the market on Coca-Cola production. Thus, the team needed a lot of equipment and some knowledge about the production of soft drinks.

  The rest could go and get the recipe, but without being able to produce the product, what good was that going to do?

  Finally, they needed about a hundred small setups for production from the microbrewing industry. The team wanted to set up a way to get others into the business and sell beer through All Guns Blazing. If team BMW rented out the production equipment, they could make money on both sides.

  Equality? Thy name was capitalism.

  Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur

  Barnabas watched the delivery driver start walking back to the main security gate. He had told the man to walk towards it, and when he was about fifty meters away, to stop and then return to his truck.

  Barnabas slid the white jacket on and grabbed the platter with three plates on it, plus the drinks with the plastic wrap over the tops.

  Didn’t want the orange juice to spill.

  Walking up the path, Barnabas stopped outside the first metal gate and clicked the call button.

  He heard the buzzer go off inside the home.

  Moments later, the inside door lock clicked, and the residence’s door opened. A rather handsome Hispanic man with black hair and a beard stuck his head out. “Come on in.” he waved to Barnabas.

  Barnabas opened the metal gate, which squeaked slightly, walked past the water fountain and smiled at the man who further opened the door, allowing him entry.

  Turning to his right, Barnabas headed for the kitchen and dining area. Turning right once more, he set down the large platter and removed the three plates.

  If you’re going to do something, do it right, he thought.

  Barnabas smirked, he was having way too much fun with this at the moment.

  Laying out the three plates, each one with a silver metal cover, he grabbed each and lifted it for a second. “We have fresh fruit.” He grabbed the next and set it to the side. “Pancakes with bananas.” He lifted the third. “And a Pueblo Bonito hamburger, well done.”

  “Excellent, she’s ravenous and needs the protein,” Andre said, more to himself than to Barnabas.

  Not that Barnabas needed the information, the three deep purple hickeys on Andre’s neck were enough proof for him.

  “Thank you,” Barnabas returned the covers and opened the small portfolio with the bill. “I understand you work for Coca-Cola?” The man accepted the portfolio.

  “Yes?”

  “Secret recipe?” Barnabas asked, his voice changing slightly. The brief question was more than enough to bring the information he desired to the front of this man’s mind. It was so much easier than going mucking around in the man’s brain.

  Even if the knowledge that the woman in the other room wasn’t his wife came along with the recipe.

  Although tempted to tinker with this situation, Barnabas left it alone. From what little he could tell, the relationship Andre had with his wife was open for amorous encounters with others. His thoughts showed that Andre believed that his wife was currently out with one of her two lovers.

  Barnabas raised an eyebrow; the French had nothing on these two.

  Barnabas accepted the portfolio back and glanced at it.

  The bastard hadn’t tipped. Barnabas frowned and handed the portfolio back to a confused Andre.

  Barnabas’s tone changed again. “You will tip twice the cost of this meal, and every time you order room service, you will tip one-half the price of the meal. You are blessed.” Barnabas paused, looking at the man, his lips pressed together. “As my Queen would say, don’t be a dick.”

  Barnab
as accepted the portfolio from Andre once more and confirmed the tip amount. “Have a good morning. And you will need plenty of energy yourself, so I suggest you eat the fruit,” he remarked as he stepped around Andre.

  Barnabas walked out of the kitchen, took a left to reach the door and stepped out, closing the heavy door behind him. Walking past the fountain and then the gate, he took off the coat. He dropped both on the front seat of the little white vehicle before heading back to the end of the street.

  It was light enough for anyone to see the Pod, but he shrugged. There was no way for anyone to interrupt him now. He started whistling.

  Barnabas had the secret recipe for Mexican Coca-Cola.

  Queen’s Rangers 01 - Everyone else 00.

  Ecaterina eyed Nathan as he checked her grip on the rod. “What are you doing?” she asked, her accent becoming more pronounced.

  “Uh,” Nathan answered, his mind elsewhere. “Just checking your grip,” he said as he pulled on the rod before turning towards the Pod’s controls and touching the command to open the two doors up front.

  “Nathan, can I lift three hundred pounds?” She practically purred the question in her heaviest Romanian accent.

  “Of course, baby, easily,” he answered, checking outside the Pod and the clouds swirling around them before he unbuckled his five-point harness and turned towards her.

  For just a second, he thought he saw a flash of yellow in her eyes before her smile melted him.

  Outside, it was all white. The clouds looked like a heavy fog. Ecaterina looked down at his hands, now slipped through the lanyards and holding onto the bar. She moved her right hand out of the grips and reached up to lay it on his neck as she leaned forward.

  Nathan smiled and leaned in for his kiss.

  She whispered her next question, “Then why would you need to test my ability to grab a bar unless you think I weigh more than that?”

  Nathan, his brain trying to scream WARNING realized that gentle hand behind his neck now had a sharp grip... right before Ecaterina flung him out of the Pod.

  “What the FUUUuuuu…” his voice was lost to the clouds.

  “Men!” she grumbled as she unbuckled her harness, put her hand back on the bar and jumped out. The bar immediately slowed her fall.

  Ecaterina was starting to worry when his legs appeared from behind her, gripping her around the waist, his body crashing up against hers. “Honey, I’m back!” he called out, his voice rough. She felt his teeth grip her neck.

  Her eyes widened. God, she thought, this was going to be a monumental mark!

  Good thing it heals. She turned her head to give him access to where it felt the best.

  “Take the rods with us or leave them here?” Ecaterina asked as they landed lightly on the ground inside a large cove of trees.

  “Just unhook, and I’ll tell Sphaea to take them back,” he answered, a grin on his face.

  “Tell Sphaea to…” Ecaterina’s lips compressed as she worked it through. “No wonder you were able to sneak up on me!”

  One of these damned days, she was going to fully, and completely, catch Nathan Lowell by surprise. She had even started to worry about his cocky ass after she tossed him out of the Pod.

  What a sucker she was!

  Her eyes narrowed. “You’re telling me that the EI controls these?” she asked as she lifted the bar in question and waved it at him like she was shaking a finger in his direction.

  “Certainly, although if you know how you can do it yourself, but there usually isn’t a good reason for that,” he shrugged and casually tossed his up in the air. Ecaterina watched the rod fly up about twenty feet, slow down like it was going to stop and let gravity pull it back to Earth when it suddenly shot up and out of sight.

  Ecaterina rolled her eyes and flicked hers up as well, not even watching her bar stop and then take off up into the sky. She walked by Nathan and popped him on the chest. “It’s good I love you, or I would be using that bar to beat you senseless right now,” she said to him.

  Nathan winked at her and let her pass. It took her another seven steps to realize she didn’t know where they were going. She turned back to see Nathan smirking at her.

  She pointed at him. “Don’t say a word, just tell me the right direction.” He indicated the direction to his left, which was not the one she had been taking. “Fine,” she waved him in the new direction. “You walk ahead, this time I’ll watch your ass the whole way.”

  Nathan blinked a couple of times, his mouth open. “What?” she leered, “you don’t think I know it’s my ass you’re staring at all the times you are acting like a gentleman for me?”

  He closed his mouth and started walking, not sure how to reply to that

  Nathan was letting part of his brain pick the best way to make it to the freeway, the other part of his brain was working feverishly on the new problem troubling his thoughts.

  Should he be flexing his ass while he walked or not?

  New York City, New York, USA

  Tabitha arrived and jumped out of the Pod in the same little alley where she had beat up the five toughs not that long ago. The hotel she used was just around the block. The Pod disappeared back into the dark and gloomy sky. Lightning flashed, and then heavy thunder rolled across the city.

  No one would notice her Pod in this mess.

  That was nice, although she was getting wet, quickly. It beat having to land farther out of town. She pulled a large round hat out of her coat, flicked it open and put it on. It helped keep her hair dry and water out of her eyes.

  She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and took it over to where a small roof sheltered a back door. Laying the black bag on the ground, she placed her hand on the outside and then punched in twelve numbers representing letters in her mind.

  “Achronyx, book me a room at the hotel I stayed at with the Tontos. Give me the confirmation.”

  Understood, Ranger Tabitha his electronic voice came back in her ear.

  It took her just a minute to exit the alley and then cross the road. She was just arriving at the hotel when Achronyx replied.

  You are on the fourteenth floor. Go inside the hotel and turn right.

  “I’ve been here before,” she subvocalized.

  Understood, every place you have been before, I should not offer directions, her EI replied.

  “What?” Tabitha exclaimed as she nodded to the hotel’s doorman when she passed through.

  Fortunately, her clothes shed water quickly. She stayed a moment over the rugs the hotel had placed down at the entry, to minimize extra water on their floors, before continuing.

  “No!” she hissed. “Fine, tell me unless I let you know that I don’t need them.”

  Understood, the EI replied.

  If she didn’t know better, she would say he sounded smug over their link.

  She made it up to the fourteenth floor and exited the elevator, dodging a married couple that was waiting to get in the elevator. She found her door, the third on the left, and sat her case down.

  She put her tablet up next to the electronic keypad, and it turned green. Grabbing her case, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Walking quickly over to the bed, she set the case on top, causing the mattress to depress. Unlocking it, she grabbed two rolled up armor pieces. She went into the bathroom and took off her coat. She unsnapped the sections and laid them out on the bathroom counter.

  They were both made of tiny pieces of scaled metal. One roll was two pieces of thin armor, the other just one.

  Putting her shirt, and then bra to the side, she grabbed one of the two pieces the first roll consisted of and placed it under her breasts. “Fucking armor!” she hissed. “Damn shit is cold on the mother-loads.” She grabbed the top piece that covered the rest of her chest and laid it in place. “I can do this. I can do this!” She slammed the top piece in place, her nipples bitching at her for a couple of seconds.

  She reached over and grabbed the last piece. It would hav
e been easier to have someone help her with this step, but she wasn’t trusting Ted with helping her suit up. If it came to seeing her naked, it wasn’t going to be in a situation of putting on armor.

  No, that would happen with some seduction.

  She took the last piece, designed for her back, went to the second bed and laid it out on the comforter. Satisfied with where it was, she turned around and lay back, feeling the armor touch her lower back. She scooted down a little and slowly laid down again. This time, it felt right.

  She bit down. “Charge it, Achronyx.” The three pieces charged up, and she felt the sudden shortness of breath as the armor wrapped around her tightly while the edges joined together. Tabitha was able to relax once the armor flexed and fitted itself to her like a second skin. Now, there wasn’t any way to get this off of her without someone from the Empire doing it.

  She rolled off the bed and turned towards the other. She grabbed and moved the suitcase. Opening it back up she nodded. She retrieved a shirt and a second coat and put them next to the bag. Walking back to the restroom, she grabbed her other stuff and brought it to the bed and dropped it in a pile. This time, she put on the new shirt, part of her armor, and then grabbed her holsters. She slid one around her waist, and one over her shoulder to rest under her left arm. She slid on her coat and checked the inside pockets to confirm the basics were where they needed to be. Both of her Jean Dukes’ specials were in the suitcase. She palmed them, turning them on. Both showed to be almost full with two thousand rounds each.

  She doubted she would need four thousand rounds of ammunition, so she slid one under her left arm and set the other back in the case. She pulled out a second pistol. This was a new one that shot electrical charges. Often not effective against anything armored, but damned useful against people if you didn’t want to kill them.

 

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