Cáel Leads the Amazon Empire, Book 2: Part 1

On the Road to Aya

Cael becomes the Amazon’s Unorthodox Global Diplomat

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For me, the diplomacy revolved around Delilah and Virginia, I had already fallen on my knees and begged Odette to let me go see Aya ‘alone’. A few sexual-charged hours later, she agreed. That left four choices for the role of my two agents. They wanted to go 'as is’. Rachel informed them they would be murdered in-flight and their bodies tossed out over a convenient body of water.

Rachel felt that the only reasonable course of action was for them to not come. That way the two could live a few more weeks. However, she would settle for stripping them down, doing a full body scan and then sealing them naked in airtight coffins (with a suitable amount of oxygen) for the journey. I suspected they might still slip out the baggage compartment somewhere between takeoff and landing.

I cut through the clash of egos and made the final decision. Delilah and Virginia would be stripped and thoroughly examined. Initially I had the chore. Rachel was deeply suspicious of my true intentions. Freed of any electronic devices and with their weaponry in my keeping during the trip, they would be blindfolded as we made it to Aya without bloodshed.

They applauded my wisdom by roundly refusing my decision. Pamela was of no help. Ten minutes into it, I informed them I was going alone, completely alone. They laughed, snorted and chuckled. Rachel reminded me that I didn’t know where to go. I lied and told her that Katrina had given me the coordinates for the super-secret juvenile, all-feline [yes, I meant cats], survival training school.

Fine, they would just keep me under constant surveillance. I responded by assuring them that despite my lack of spy-like abilities, I would escape and get to relive my Summer Camp experience with the only woman who respected my Demigod-like combat status. Their laughter hurt my feelings. Pamela stepped up and told the room they could either respect my compromise, or she would help me evade them.

It was even more depressing to see the room full of women who had previously been mocking me suddenly 'snap to’ and quickly agree to my earlier suggestions.

“It is okay,” Pamela told me softly as the actual mechanics of my vacation were figured out by others. “I didn’t want to play Bill Munny to your Ben Logan.”

Pamela’s eyes flared brighter than any phoenix’s rebirth. She’d stumped me.

“The Unforgiven, my Son,” she patted my cheek. “It is a western made in 1992 starring Clint Eastwood, recast masterfully by 'Yours Truly’ and, we need to work on you making a convincing Morgan Freeman.”

“Doesn’t Freeman end up in a pinewood box in the first third of the movie?” Virginia mused.

“I didn’t want to dishearten him,” Pamela grinned. To me. “He ran off alone and got himself killed.”

“I was what, not even a year old when that movie came out,” I responded with indignation.

“You’ve never heard of Block Busters, Netflix, Redbox, Dish, Hulu, or late night, Spanish language television?” Pamela snickered.

“I only watch Univision for their sports coverage,” I countered.

“You mean for those sexy female sports announcers,” Delilah chuckled. That earned her a 'well duh’ look from all the other women.

“Before I consent to the strip search and inevitable follow-up anal probe, are we really going to be in a situation that requires us to fight this time?” Virginia asked.

“We should be perfectly safe,” Rachel responded.

“Check, bring extra ammo,” Virginia nodded.

“Good for you, Ms. Maddox,” Pamela winked. “One day there is hope your life will have some meaning to me.”

“Great,” Special Agent Maddox muttered, “now I have to think of what to get her for Christmas.” We all laughed. Christmas was such a long way away.

We packed up, rode to a private airfield near Doebridge, learned that SD was smarter than the rest of us, boarded our flight, and then finally entered US airspace from there. Around Ohio, a thought occurred to Maddox.

“If we were somehow forced to land and have the plane searched, how bad would it be?” she requested of Rachel.

“Bad enough that we have a better chance of fighting our way free than seeing freedom before dying in prison,” Rachel answered calmly.

“Hmmm, Rachel, if something like that happened, how many parachutes do we have?” Delilah joined in.

“Enough. Mona rides down with Cael because he’s a virgin,” Rachel stated.

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