Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

because I tried to force it through the dude’s thick skull that I really didn’t have a clue.

All I got was a grunt in reply as he took another turn. The more distance we put between us and the UN, the more things calmed down. You could go five blocks in the Big Apple and be in a completely different world. We were still surrounded by monuments of glass and steel, that praised mankind’s genius, when he talked to me again.

“Okay,” he seemed to have calmed down a bit. “I know we only agreed to another two days of tests, but this changes things. What happened back there . . .” I could practically feel the fear coming off him, “. . . that was wrong on so many levels. We need to know the who, what, when, where, why, and any other W’s the big brains come up with.”

I understood where he was coming from, but the very idea of more time with the UN made me sneer. “Talk to my lawyers,” I replied, as politely as I could.

That got a snarl out of the big man. “Now you listen here you little shit,” Vernon’s hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough to warp it. “This isn’t a game. This is serious shit. You need to . . .”

He never finished. The car was moving down the road at the speed limit, minding its own business, when it hit an invisible wall. Our forward motion came to an abrupt stop, and physics took over. The hood of the vehicle crumbled like a drunk frat boy smashing a beer can on his head. The back wheels of the car actually left the ground and rose a couple feet in the air. Momentum turned the vehicle counterclockwise until the windshield was facing the nine o’clock position, and it was lined up perpendicular to the invisible wall.

At least, that’s what the witness statements said in the police report. I didn’t have any fucking idea what happened to the damn car. I was sitting in the rear center, and I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. I can now attest that all those gruesome videos you see in traffic school about car accidents, and people being ejected from vehicles, are one hundred percent true. If I was human, I’d also be one hundred percent dead; but thankfully, my survival instincts worked faster than my brain.

I was still thinking, “Wha . . .” when my mind reached for the white fire in my gut and I wrapped myself in Fae power.

That saved my life when I took a header through the windshield. Vernon’s face was too busy playing bumper cars with the airbag for him to notice that I sailed right through the invisible barrier that had stopped the two-ton Chevy cold. Still, the werewolf was a tough son-of-a-bitch, and he shook off the shock of the sudden stop in a few seconds. He had just enough time to hear the shriek of warping metal as another unseen force compressed the SUV’s exterior into a solid block of metal. There was no escaping that; and, to add insult to injury, another wave of force swept the Chevy off the road and through the front window of a nearby Starbucks like it was a piece of loose garbage.

I missed all of that. I was too busy hitting the asphalt, dislocating my left shoulder, getting my flesh cut by shards of windshield, and having the wonderful sensation of road rash work its way across my body as I rolled to a stop twenty feet from where the SUV had been.

“I’m alive,” was my first thought. Followed by, “Ow!”

I heard the breaks protest as the car was pushed aside like it was no heavier than a traffic cone. Then, a shiver worked its way up my spine that screamed, “Danger Will Robinson!” Followed by the realization the Vernon wasn’t coming to the rescue. All of that mixed together was one hell of an emotional cocktail.

“Ambush,” I groaned as my rattled brain finally caught up to what was happening. I rolled to my good side and used a car, that had stopped just short of running me over, as an assist to leverage myself to my feet.

“Find the threat,” I mumbled like a madman, as my eyes scanned the area.

It wasn’t hard to find my attacker. They stepped out from the sidewalk, into the street, to face me like this was a high-noon duel at the O.K. Corral. I gave my head a shake to make sure my mind wasn’t playing any tricks on me. This was not the enemy I expected.

First off, it was a she. That’s not being a sexist or anything. Hell, the most powerful people I knew were women. I just didn’t know anyone other than Aveena I’d pissed off enough to ambush a UN vehicle, in the middle of NYC, in broad daylight. iPhones were already out and live streaming this shit.

Next on the list was what she was wearing. A pair of black, heeled boots covered her feet. Above that was torn jeans and a white belly shirt. I saw toned abs and decent tits, but what really caught my attention was the tattoos all over her body. Specifically, the All Seeing Eye that encompassed her navel.

“I’d do a belly shot off that,” I was thinking with my dick and not my head.

It was January in New York, so that kind of outfit was unusual. What was crazy was the black cloak she was wearing. I’m talking the Skull and Bones ensemble. The type they make you wear when they blindfold you and make you beat the purple headed pirate while everyone else watches. She had the hood up to partially conceal her face from the cameras. Being directly in front of her, I had a good view.

She had the type of ageless face where