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    A Sort of Calling

    Story written on April 17, 2017 by Command.
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    Finally, I tap him on his elbow.  ”You aren’t with the government, are you?” With a smile showing perfect teeth, he says, ”They’re private contractors and you might call me, their investor.” ”Investor,” I repeat, grasping nothing in his answer. ”An investor in democracy,” he expands his previously cryptic reply.  ”Donald Trump does not bleed

    Finally, I tap him on his elbow.  ”You aren’t with the government, are you?”

    With a smile showing perfect teeth, he says, ”They’re private contractors and you might call me, their investor.”

    ”Investor,” I repeat, grasping nothing in his answer.

    ”An investor in democracy,” he expands his previously cryptic reply.  ”Donald Trump does not bleed red, white and blue.  I think you know that to be true.”

    This causes me to shift forward in my seat, drawing closer to him.  ”When you say ’bleed’ you mean, him not bleeding tonight, of course.”

    From behind the wheel, Jane turns slightly.  ”Unless your top hat zap fries his brains and blood leaks from his ears then, no.  Blood would be a bad thing.”

    Cassie rubs her hands nervously and Maria and I stare down at the hat box at our feet.

    ”Five minutes out,”  Jane says from the front.

    The three men shift left and the one across from me pulls down a latch and a computer console slides out from its hiding place.  He squeezes Cassie’s fidgeting hands and nods his head toward the screen loading software.

    Lucky for Cassie, I guess, although I’ve never wanted to learn code, and yet, I don’t have a burning desire to go into Trump’s Ball with Maria and the patriotic investor, either.

    I console myself with the many ’ifs’ at play.   All in the hands of Fate, or God, or Chance  it remains to be seen if the investor’s wiles and money will get us in.  If his inside man convinces Trump to wear the top hat.  If the photographer, also undercover and on our team, switches to his specialized equipment to sync with mine at the precise second.

    After that, it’s up to me to hit the trigger.

    Any of this leading to any success I put at twenty percent, at best, however;  if I do make it home tonight, instead of the more likely detour to prison, Maria has some explaining to do.  Until then, I’m at the Trump Ball wearing my best, ’thrilled-to-be-here-at-the-end-of-the-world’ smile and literally towering over hundreds of short fat Republicans.

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    Once again, Maria’s disappeared from my side, this time to chat up the likes of Sean Hannity. Finally, she reappears with two overflowing drinks of watery Bourbon.  ”I hate that man.  He makes my skin crawl.”

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    1. Hi, Command:

      Very nice chapter, I thought Maria was setting up Bette; and even though she denied it, I still don’t trust her, how are they going to retrieve the nanorobots and the information acquired, it hasn’t been specified, but maybe the information was already stored in some remote electronic device. Anyway, I’m intrigued about the aftermath of this action. Thanks for the update and pps.

      P

    2. Hi Proteonomics,

      In the conversation in the kitchen Jane says there’s a remote imaging control that will capture the micro zap.

      It’s true, we don’t know where Maria will land, or what pressures are to come.

      More to come! Thanks always for reading and laying out interesting thoughts and questions in your comments.

      Delighted you enjoyed the chapter, it was a lot of fun to write! Stories are like puzzles, you know.

      • Hiya Skunk,
        Surely you have a story about how you chose your name. I’d love to hear it. Please put it on my wall IF you’re so inclined.

        As to your reaction, I loved it! In fact, I can seem them finishing their love making in a clap of thunder, rolling off each other and lighting up. If I do include a series of smoke rings in my next story I’ll be sure to thank you for the idea.

        Bye for now,
        Command

      • Agreed! Thanks so much for the___ *drool* – I did love Maria’s reaction after she unbuttoned Bette’s surprise, “I’ve never seen such a creature as you.”

        Maria sees a side of Bette that no one else does and gratefully let’s us in on her sensual perceptions. Truly? Who else encountering the starched white doctor persona of Dr Porter could ever imagine her as Maria has seen her?

        As I think about this other animalistic side of Dr Porter it dawns on me – Maria has only seen her in her riding attire, never at work..

        Well, we’ll just have to see what else turns her.

        Back on the road, heading home after an Easter vacation I was able to stretch a few extra days. Please check out a story I posted under Blackbird titled, Remembering Me (Part One). It’s straight out of The L Word timeline, but the way I write that Bette is to give her a few kinks along her way. She’s amusing. She’s a fucking handful for Tina sometimes, too.

        Later,
        Command

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