My Ride is a Bitch (The Kurtherian Gambit Book 13) by Michael Anderle
Authors: Michael Anderle
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told.”
“Ok, so what has changed?”
“When all of this alien stuff came up, someone remembered that we had a small project which sent out a coded message every month to Antarctica. Every month since 1967 we have received a reply. It became routine, boring if you will, and I’m surprised it even continued. However, sometimes you always do something because it has always been done, and this was the same. Two weeks ago, a researcher found the small group responsible for sending this message and documenting the results.” Henry shrugged.
“And?” The President urged.
“Four years ago, the return replies stopped,” Henry answered.
QBS ArchAngel over Tokyo, Japan
“Two meetings, two locations,” Bethany Anne muttered as she and John were walking briskly down one of the long corridors in the ArchAngel.
John grinned from behind her, “What was that again, my Queen?”
She looked over her shoulder, “Is my Queen your version of BA for today?”
“No?” John answered, “Maybe? Perhaps I’m trying it on for size to see how it fits you. I mean, you can’t exactly get mad at me, you admitted to the whole world that you are a Queen.”
“Yes,” she turned back around, “I did. It needed to be done to get others used to the idea we aren’t part of any country. It might prove to be a speed bump in the future.”
“Oh? How so.”
“It will be us against them,” she admitted. “So, even if that happens, it will still prove to everyone we are separate from all countries. However, our disagreements are likely to get a lot bloodier.”
“Well, if it would help, instead of calling you my Queen, I could go for TW?”
Bethany Anne’s left hand popped up over her shoulder, flipping off her guard.
—
The ten chosen business leaders sat quietly around the table. Bobcat, William, and Marcus had entered, and there had been some introductions, but everyone was waiting for the big arrival.
The meeting room was large, and could easily hold a couple of hundred in the surrounding seats. But the table at the bottom would only accommodate fourteen, tightly packed.
The doors opened, and everyone turned to see a young Japanese woman enter. Some of the men around the table had dismissed her before they noticed the man who arrived right behind her.
Then, everyone at the table went from polite inactivity, to actively being very polite.
Bobcat raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected Akio and Yuko to join them for the meeting, so he straightened up in his chair. The Queen was up to something. He tapped William who nodded slowly and then passed the alert onto Marcus.
Marcus looked up and noticed Akio and Yuko sitting on the front row of the auditorium. He turned to William, his face confused and mouthed a ‘what?’ and shrugged.
William winked at him, so Marcus turned off his tablet and set it down. Apparently, his friends wanted him to pay attention.
—
Akio whispered, “You represent our Queen, you are no timid flower Yuko, and you will not dishonor us both in this effort. Are we in agreement?”
Yuko nodded and whispered almost imperceptibly. “Yes, understood.”
—
Bobcat was still making mental notes when the doors opened a second time.
John came in first, and his presence never failed to bring about a reaction. However, Bethany Anne coming in behind him made most of the attendees forget about the large man.
The study in minor facial movements from the people around the table was starting to fascinate Bobcat. He watched as many of the men as he could while Bethany Anne strode to the single chair waiting for her at the end of the table. When she didn’t sit in it, he could almost feel the men's calculations running rampant in their heads. Bethany Anne didn’t sit, rather stood behind her chair, resting her hands on the tall back and looked down the table to those sitting.
“I understand,” she started, “that there is a particular way of communicating and adhering
“Ok, so what has changed?”
“When all of this alien stuff came up, someone remembered that we had a small project which sent out a coded message every month to Antarctica. Every month since 1967 we have received a reply. It became routine, boring if you will, and I’m surprised it even continued. However, sometimes you always do something because it has always been done, and this was the same. Two weeks ago, a researcher found the small group responsible for sending this message and documenting the results.” Henry shrugged.
“And?” The President urged.
“Four years ago, the return replies stopped,” Henry answered.
QBS ArchAngel over Tokyo, Japan
“Two meetings, two locations,” Bethany Anne muttered as she and John were walking briskly down one of the long corridors in the ArchAngel.
John grinned from behind her, “What was that again, my Queen?”
She looked over her shoulder, “Is my Queen your version of BA for today?”
“No?” John answered, “Maybe? Perhaps I’m trying it on for size to see how it fits you. I mean, you can’t exactly get mad at me, you admitted to the whole world that you are a Queen.”
“Yes,” she turned back around, “I did. It needed to be done to get others used to the idea we aren’t part of any country. It might prove to be a speed bump in the future.”
“Oh? How so.”
“It will be us against them,” she admitted. “So, even if that happens, it will still prove to everyone we are separate from all countries. However, our disagreements are likely to get a lot bloodier.”
“Well, if it would help, instead of calling you my Queen, I could go for TW?”
Bethany Anne’s left hand popped up over her shoulder, flipping off her guard.
—
The ten chosen business leaders sat quietly around the table. Bobcat, William, and Marcus had entered, and there had been some introductions, but everyone was waiting for the big arrival.
The meeting room was large, and could easily hold a couple of hundred in the surrounding seats. But the table at the bottom would only accommodate fourteen, tightly packed.
The doors opened, and everyone turned to see a young Japanese woman enter. Some of the men around the table had dismissed her before they noticed the man who arrived right behind her.
Then, everyone at the table went from polite inactivity, to actively being very polite.
Bobcat raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected Akio and Yuko to join them for the meeting, so he straightened up in his chair. The Queen was up to something. He tapped William who nodded slowly and then passed the alert onto Marcus.
Marcus looked up and noticed Akio and Yuko sitting on the front row of the auditorium. He turned to William, his face confused and mouthed a ‘what?’ and shrugged.
William winked at him, so Marcus turned off his tablet and set it down. Apparently, his friends wanted him to pay attention.
—
Akio whispered, “You represent our Queen, you are no timid flower Yuko, and you will not dishonor us both in this effort. Are we in agreement?”
Yuko nodded and whispered almost imperceptibly. “Yes, understood.”
—
Bobcat was still making mental notes when the doors opened a second time.
John came in first, and his presence never failed to bring about a reaction. However, Bethany Anne coming in behind him made most of the attendees forget about the large man.
The study in minor facial movements from the people around the table was starting to fascinate Bobcat. He watched as many of the men as he could while Bethany Anne strode to the single chair waiting for her at the end of the table. When she didn’t sit in it, he could almost feel the men's calculations running rampant in their heads. Bethany Anne didn’t sit, rather stood behind her chair, resting her hands on the tall back and looked down the table to those sitting.
“I understand,” she started, “that there is a particular way of communicating and adhering
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