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Letting himself into the club, Keith found the main room empty. “Hey, Janse, you here?” he yelled as he relocked the door. “Yeah, back room,” came the reply. Trotting towards the back room, Keith said, “Fucking Craig’s pulling a no-show and I’m sick of being left hanging and the rest of his shit, so I d–” Keith stopped cold as he entered the room and spotted Eric standing near the sink, wearing nothing but white briefs and toweling off his hair. Keith looked to his side, to see Jansen
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Wilhelm checked his watch, ever mindful of Felecia’s orders that his team lose, but he considered it a moot point; he was yet to win the offensive roll in this exercise. Walking up to stand at General Bradson’s side, Wilhelm asked, “So, what’s the plan, Herr General?” General Bradson, with an almost disinterested air, replied, “All we have to do is get that pennant and run it up the flagpole before sundown, right? No matter how we do it?” Realizing that the General was up to something,
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Checking the LCD screen of General Bradson’s camera, The Scar noticed that just two photos resided within its memory. Nodding to himself, The Scar said, “Yuri, make a copy of the contents of this device’s memory card. I believe that we will find hidden data files. It is how I would transport them.” Yuri took the camera and extracted the SD memory card, breathing a silent sigh of relief as he found a compatible slot on The Scar’s laptop, and set to work copying the two files, which were all
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Irked by Felecia’s attitude towards the General, the display of which had occurred in spite of Yuri’s demands, Yuri led General Bradson towards the tree line. The two men walked for a minute before Yuri said, “She’s a hard one. Our deal with her is that she decides if a mission is workable, who goes on it, and how it is executed. She’s good enough that we put up with her in spite of her arrogant manner. However, you will go on the ground mission, that much I can promise.” General Bradson ar
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As the sun sank well past its zenith over the Canary Islands, Eric’s search wore on. He cast a bemused, melancholy glance through the taxi’s window as they departed yet another resort. Again, he’d judged that it would do, but again, it just wasn’t right. * * * Falling above the clouds for the first time in years, General Bradson felt the wind whipping at his clothes as he arched forward, angling his body into the hundred-mile-an-hour slipstream, leaving him prone, in the classic skydi
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Still sticking to his story, unaware that no one actually believed he was going to San Francisco, Eric said his goodbyes the night before his trip, disturbed by the awkward, telling silences between himself and Chase. Part of the reason was that Chase strongly suspecting that Eric was not heading for San Francisco. The other part of it, though, was a still-lingering undercurrent of anger, due to Eric’s actions with Brandon at Jim’s party. Chase had tried to move on, but the resentment still fest
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The fog in Brandon’s head began to clear as he felt Eric’s earnest kiss deepen. Still reacting on instinct, Brandon reveled in the feel of Eric’s hot, tensing body and the intense sensations the hand in his jeans was busy creating. Brandon felt Eric begin to grind into him, so much like Chase in his passion. The sudden thought of Chase intruded on Brandon’s consciousness for a moment, and Brandon, thus torn between his conscious and unconscious desires, and still confused from the alcohol and he
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Chain whirring, the larger of the two bikers, a man by the name of Bruno, glanced at his partner. A subtle nod was exchanged, and the two bikers glanced in Brandon’s direction, hate in their eyes. Once again, Brandon cast around, searching in vain for a weapon. No words were spoken; none needed to be. The biker’s intent was clear enough, and with his exit blocked, Brandon hoped that they’d settle for beating him up. Bruno began to advance on Brandon, who moved forward to meet him, intending
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The ride back to the ranch began with a shared feeling of elation; they’d turned the tables on the liquor store clerk and had gotten what they wanted. However, that was as far as the shared feelings went. The gamut of emotions that followed varied from person to person. For Brandon and Chase, it had been a rude awakening of sorts. For the first time, they had been confronted by open hatred from a member of the public. In the past, Chase had faced homophobia from his parents and the former l
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Eric nosed his motorcycle around the corner, sweating a little in the heavy leather jacket and helmet. He was a little early, but he’d decided to come have a good look at the club he’d rented sight-unseen. Riding past the Oak Leaf’s deserted parking lot, Eric checked his mirror for any sign of pursuit. Finding none, he turned right, into the parking area for a neighboring insurance agency, and left his bike there. Walking up to the locked doors of the Oak Leaf, still wearing his stifl
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Jansen, his hair wet from the shower and wearing just a pair of boxers, looked through the peephole and then opened his apartment door. “Hi Eric, we’re running a little late, sorry. Come on in,” Jansen said as he finished toweling off his hair. Eric walked in and glanced around the main room of the apartment, finding it decorated in fairly typical bachelor style. At first, some posters and a couple of sickly-looking houseplants appearing to be the only personal touches added to the furnishe
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At the studio an hour later, Helen strolled in to find Instinct hard at work laying down tracks in the main sound room. Leaving them to their work, and idly wondering just when and how would be a good time to square things with Eric for his sneaky deception – she’d figured out that it was, at least in part, a way of deflecting her away from the motorcycle issue – she waited near the studio entrance. Right on time, General Bradson walked in, and she ushered him to a meeting room. As soon as she
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The growl of the black motorcycle reverberated through the parking lot as Eric took one final spin, weaving in and out between the few parked cars in the almost-empty lot, far more comfortable than he’d been just an hour before. Jim watched as Eric pulled up beside him and opened his helmet visor. Jim was pleased with the progress, but still harbored a few concerns. “You’re doing well, man, but cool it a little; you don’t have the experience to be doing any hotdogging. Do not, under any cir
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Three blocks from the hotel, Eric glanced in his Jeep’s rear-view mirror at the perusing black sedan. Chewing on his lip, Eric desperately tried to think of a way out as his foot slammed down on the accelerator and he plowed through a hole in the thick Los Angeles traffic. Whipping the Jeep into a tire-squealing right-hand turn, Eric roared down a side street as the car raced to follow. "Shit," Eric mumbled, wishing that he’d had a bigger head start, fully aware that there was no way he cou
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Well into yet another Internet search session, Eric plowed through page after page, looking at the various resorts. He then began to search for airfares. To his considerable irritation, he found that there were no direct flights from the United States to the Canary Islands; he would have to change planes in Europe, and that would add a considerable amount of time to the journey, time which he did not have. A jet charter was a faster option. Most jet charter services, especially when they wi
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“Yeah, my passport is current and so’s Jansen’s, but why?” Keith asked with a mix of exasperation and puzzlement. His boss, George, who ran the agency, had an annoying habit of yanking the dancer’s chains, and the sly grin on George’s face clued Keith in that he could be doing so yet again. George rocked back in his chair, letting his eyes linger on Keith’s bare torso. The kid, he thought for the hundredth time, was hot, even for an exotic dancer. George chuckled, enjoying his fun, though i
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“This is totally nuts, we can’t do it that way... it’s... it’s... abnormal, that’s what it is, and fucking perverted!” Eric grumped as he paced back and forth in the living room of Helen’s imposing Bel Air home, flicking his coiled-up shirt at the crystals of a low-hanging chandelier precisely because he knew that it drove Helen crazy. Helen chewed on her lip as the tan, shirtless bassist took another flick at the dangling crystals, making a few of them tinkle. Giving him her best evil glar
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A sequel to 'Let the Music Play', Changing Lanes focuses on Eric, and deals with some portentous personal issues facing the group, with a lot of fun along the way.
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Epilogue The clamor from the gathered press made its way through the hotel conference room’s walls as a muffled roar. Outside, in the cold night air, over twenty thousand people milled around, pressing close to the chalet-style Telluride hotel, cheering, hoping for even a glimpse of those inside. In an adjoining room, Eric parked Helen’s wheelchair and knelt beside her, exchanging a happy smile. He’d rarely been far from her side in the prior days. Helen had arr
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Chapter 47: Endgame “El Vohzd,” the young and earnest Paraguayan captain said, addressing his newfound leader in the manner he’d been instructed. “Two of your tanks have reached the Palacio Legislativo. Other than some sporadic small-arms fire, there has been no resistance. The tanks are accompanied by a brigade of infantry, and they have surrounded the building.” The Captain was repulsed by the man in front of him but hid that fact with great care. The Scar frow
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Chapter 46: Impact The arrival of a military tiltrotor at Dodger Stadium had not gone unnoticed. The blades had not stopped turning before phones were ringing in TV news stations across Los Angeles. Once he’d arrived, General Bradson had been politely but firmly ordered by the NEST team leader, a Captain Stevens, to leave his cell phone, watch, and anything else electrical at the command post they’d set up at the parking lot entrance. Nothing electronic could be
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Chapter 45: Blood and Sacrifice The three stadiums that Instinct had played at since returning from Australia had been, thanks to the information they had provided about their tour, thoroughly though fruitlessly examined inside, and at last the teams had progressed to the second half of the order ‘Search them inside and out’. The Los Angeles bomb had been the first to be discovered. A check of the stadium records had produced an incongruity; some un-ordered landscaping
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Chapter 44: El Vohzd The cacophonous blast from Brandon’s shotgun echoed through the small ranch house, ebbing to a deadly silence. Helen’s anguished scream was the only other sound as Eric’s body, shoved by the shotgun’s concussive blast, slammed into the unyielding wall and crumbled to the floor, his blood dripping out to trickle across the flagstone. Dimitri knew that he’d won. Brandon would have to pump the shotgun to reload it, but Dimitri had no intention
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Chapter 43: Dead Man's Hand Air Force Investigator Lieutenant Phelps continued to interview Joe Clump. Twice he interrupted the interview, once to confirm that a search team had already been dispatched to Jerry Clump’s Los Angeles residence, and a second time to show Joe a photo of Jerry Clump, sent over his phone by the FBI, which Joe identified as his father. Now, at least the enemy had a name and a face. Thanks to Instinct and Joe, they also knew that Mr. Clump ha
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Chapter 42: Cold Steel Dimitri reviewed his plans as he retrieved the Chevo Landscaping truck from his hotel. He’d stashed the AK-47 he’d carried during the disastrous attack under some bushes near the highway prior to hitchhiking in, but he had two others and thus no reason to retrieve it. He had all the firepower he needed; the two remaining AKs, three handguns, and the grenades. However, for what Dimitri had in mind, he felt it likely that his knife would see as m
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