Semua Bab Alpha's Dirty Secrets: Bab 861 - Bab 870

*There is nothing wrong being a Lucky Bastard. It is wrong to rely on it*(Monday later)Buffy had finally dismissed me when Katrina summoned me to her office. Ignoring me getting into an altercation...in the Full-Blood gym...yet again, I had a good day. No property damage, lost items, or physically damaged employees. Ragged by most people's standards, but a good day for me at Havenstone. I still had a chance to walk out under my own power.Katrina motioned me to come to her desk. Upon my arrival, she slid a tablet over to me with a single icon on the screen. I tapped it. Aya's face appeared as the vid-mail began. She was glowing. There was tent fabric in the background so I had no idea of her geographic location. I didn't care."Hey!" she squeaked. "I'm doing great at camp. I met three girls who are as small as me and we've formed our own squad -- the Fatal Squirts." I chuckled.I had encouraged her to steal strength from her perceived weaknesses. She had to believe in herself then t

"Why didn't you betray her?" Phyllis prodded. "Don't tell me she's dead.""No, she's fine," I replied. "She was the one who told me to date other women.""That's harsh," Zelda commiserated. She thought Kimberly had dumped me."Oh no," I corrected her. "We stayed together until I graduated last month. Four of the best years of my life. When she told me to date other women it was because I was killing her. I have a voracious sexual appetite and she was desperate for a full night's sleep.""Do you ever go home alone?" Marsha joined in."Does leaving a woman's house at 1 a.m. count?" I requested."Did she throw you out?" Rivka interrogated."No. She and her sister were exhausted so I picked up my roommate and left," I exaggerated."Wait!" Nicole held up her hand. "Sisters...and you told us your roommate was gay?""Morals and scruples," I repeated. "See, I was dating one sister and the other sister wanted a date so I talked my gay roommate into being my wingman so I wouldn't end up sleepin

Felix should have checked his baggage at the door. Competing for the same lady was fine -- even fun. Picking one to punish another...not cool. I had to think about my response as I barely made it in for my Constanza time. Wisely, I left my baggage at the door. These were firearms we were dealing with -- a danger to me and the people around me.I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I'd go for my Glock-22, a .38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait...it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m. -- every day for the foreseeable future.Constanza didn't want to help me breath, much less train. That was okay. I left my shirt in the weapons' room so the second I hit the shooting booth Magical Amazon Fey appeared to impart their wisdom, and body shapes to me. Oh God! I dropped a clip between my feet.

"I have Hayden's permission, but feel free to follow your convictions," Katrina nodded."You have a daughter in outdoor training right now, St. Marie. It would be utterly tragic if she experienced a crippling injury," Katrina sighed."You wouldn't dare," St. Marie took a few steps toward Katrina who stood up from her desk."Dare? Hayden and I have tolerated your intransigence until now," Katrina glared."Keep to your beliefs. Now you know the cost of standing in the way of progress," Katrina continued. "We cannot afford to remove you, but we can end your counter-productive thinking at this generation.""When the Council finds out you've overstepped your bounds it will be the end of you," St. Marie kept coming."We are a dying people, St. Marie. Hayden and I are willing to kill as many of you as necessary so that our daughters will have daughters of their own," Katrina stated. "If you want to see who is truly overstepping, recall our oaths. We obey the High Priestess, the Council, our

"Never before in this lifetime. I really want to see if I could get my horsed trained to do it first," I chortled. "Lord knows, nobody else has. The first Airmobile Horse Archery unit. That would be pretty cool.""The horse would break her legs," Libra frowned."Use an air mattress platform for the horse to stand on, sort of like those air bags stuntmen use, but smaller," I reasoned. I wasn't sure if Brooke and Libra were more stunned about the plausibility of my suggestion, or that I had created it off the cuff.We ordered lunch and drinks. Service was very efficient so I had only pushed my salad aside to have my grilled shrimp replaced it when a shadow fell across our table. It was a stormy Aisha."Cáel Nyilas, you are coming with me," she spoke with deceptive calm."No," I replied then ate a shrimp. She put her hand on my shoulder. I brandished my fork."Listen up," I grumbled. I tapped my wristwatch with my fork, "I've got 35 more minutes on my lunch break. I'm eating with friends