Monday, February 09, 2009

Ten Little Spies - Hacking Ethan


Ten Little Spies
Hacking Ethan

by Toni Walker

While Ethan Fairchild and his team evaded Julian’s men, Julian had other plans in mind. He looked to his new recruit, Cypher, a professional hacker, the best in the business. He’d needed his help on occasion, and Cypher had provided it -- at a price. But to Julian Black, head of the notorious Black Council, price was no object.

“Can you do it?” Julian asked in a tone that edged on hopeful anticipation.

“This is not like hacking through a firewall, Black. This is hijacking a man’s mind.” Cypher’s fingertips whizzed across the keys of his laptop. It was specially made, his own design.

“I don’t need your opinion on the ethics of this. Can you do it?” Julian’s tone slowed and turned lethal.

“If those little nano suckers flowing through his blood have any sort of wireless signal, I can gain access to it.” Cypher nodded and frowned a bit. “It might take a while to decipher the gibberish in his brain, though. We’re breaking new ground here. This sort of thing has never been attempted.

Julian consulted the Blackberry that buzzed at his hip. Even he had someone to report to.

“I need you to do this thing as fast as you can. It won’t be long before Ethan will require a refresher of the ATP protocol Myers shot him full of last week. As you begin to tax the nanites, Ethan may become weaker. It’s a drawback we’ve got to be aware of. I don’t want you to kill him. I need him alive.”

“What about Computer Chip Barbie? The one you have on ice back there?” Cypher glanced back at the redhead woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty. She’d been out of service for six months as he attempted to rebuild her programming. “She not enough muscle for you to fulfill your little game with the Legacy?”

Cypher couldn’t see the red stain crawling up Julian’s neck

“Why I want them both in service is of no concern to you. Just do it. Make it happen.”

Cypher saluted the boss man as he exited barely glancing at the redhead in stasis. The man had balls of steel.

^^^

“Mac got Gia, Rudy and the others in stasis out of the basement.” Bobbie Sullivan said his voice filled with relief. Seeing his friends incapacitated was getting to him. He took a deep breath and continued his work.

“What about Jared?” Stephen Webb asked.

“He and Kaye went out after the Council goons who grabbed Dare and Alison. We’re not sure of their whereabouts,” Bobbie said. “These sudden disappearances are starting to freak me out. First Alison and Dare and now Ethan.”

“What are you talking about? I thought Ethan was looking for an egress route,” Stephen asked.

“That was over an hour ago and he still hasn’t contacted me. Not even wirelessly. I’m worried this sudden extended use of his nanites may be draining him. The last time he nearly died when the machines began feeding on his energy reserves. Myers didn’t tell us when he’d have to be dosed again. All I can say is -- the sooner we can get back to HQ and deal with this, the better I’ll feel.“ Bobbie’s confidence was shaken, but losing Ethan was not an option.

^^^

Dare Ransom wasn’t sure what Black wanted with him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let the bastard get the better of him.

Alison Corday was still beside him. She hadn’t moved since the gurney was wheeled into his fake ambulance façade. If he didn’t miss his guess, Black had made the mistake many had by confusing the identities of Alison and Kaye.

He’d never fallen into that trap. Their personalities were so different it was easy to tell one from another. But then again, he’d been married to their sister, Dyan for years.

“Everything’s going to be all right, Alison. I’ll make sure of it,” Dare whispered in a voice filled with tight emotion. She didn’t deserve to be pulled into the middle of this. He, however, had known this day would one day come -- the day he’d have to pay for his mistakes.

He did love Dyan. He truly did, but she’d been pulling away from him for years. He’d always expected she’d been seeing another man. He’d never had the time to investigate his theory. But the theory idea alone was enough to spur him into a mistaken relationship with Kaye who was unstable, edging on the side of delusional. She’d blown up in her mind their few brief encounters into a love affair of epic proportions. When this was all over, he’d suggest professional help. Until then, he just had to keep them all alive.

When the ambulance came to a hault, the hair on the back of Dare’s neck stood on end. He wasn’t sure what to expect when the doors opened but he’d been through this sort of thing enough times to expect trouble.

“I wouldn’t resist,” the driver whispered through the partition. “Those guys are just looking for a fight.”

Dare wasn’t sure why the driver had sympathy for their situation, but he couldn’t afford to trust anyone. Trusting the wrong people was a death warrant.

The guard who opened the door couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. He clutched a semi-automatic in both hands and waved it in the direction of a three-story brownstone. The building looked much like the architecture in London, so they couldn’t have gone far. All he needed was an opening to get him and Alison into the tunnels beneath the city. Once there, he knew he could easily get them back to safety.

“How can you be so calm?” Alison asked her nasal soprano voice didn’t fit with her smoky-eyed bombshell appearance.

“When I see a threat, I’ll let you know,” Dare mumbled as a guard shoved him from behind.

“Get moving,” the guard ordered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, hot shot.”

Dare assessed his restraints as he stopped suddenly bumping into Guard No. 1. Guard No. 2 leveled a pistol at Alison’s head.

“Do that again and I’ll put a bullet through her pretty little head.” Guard No. 2 looked pleased with himself when Dare backed away.

They led him to an empty room on the first-level. The door wasn’t particularly strong and all Dare had to do was bide his time until an opportunity presented himself.

Alison punched Dare lightly on the shoulder. She wasn’t strong like her twin sister, Kaye. “Let’s not try to provoke the soldier wannabees, all right? I don’t want one of them accidentally shooting my foot off.”

Dare chuckled. “Nice to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. Most of the drugs must have worked their way out of your system.”

“When I woke up this morning, this was not how I planned out my day.”

“It wasn’t high on my priority list either,” Dare said.

“I hope you know of a way to get us out of here.”

Dare stared at her thoughtfully. “I’m working on it.”

He liked to work on the fly. And Alison knew better than anyone how he could get himself out of a jam with only a paperclip. She didn’t see any nearby, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

“What do they want with us?” Alison asked as she watched Dare check for escape routes.

“No clue. I’m not really interested in why.” He found a loose large stone near the floor. He turned around and gave her a wink. It opened like a mini door. It was big enough for Alison to squeeze through, but not Dare. “We have to get out of here before they move us to a secondary location. Crawl through here and find help.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Alison protested.

“I’m a big boy. I think I can handle it.” He rubbed her arm in a comforting gesture. “Please, Alison. Go. Save yourself.”

“No.” She tried to protest more but Dare picked her up by the waist and shoved her feet through the opening. He was much stronger than she and before she knew what was happening he’d pushed her completely through and closed the opening.

“Damn it! Why did you do that?” Alison screamed as Dare shoved the large stone back into place. She pounded on the wall but her attempts made only hollow thuds against the surface. She couldn’t believe the nerve of that man, sacrificing himself for the greater good.

When Alison centered herself enough to turn around she saw a guard walk past an open window. She ducked behind a pillar just avoiding been seen.

“Mother of God,” she whispered her heart pounding in her chest. “That was close. Damn that Dare Ransom.”

She listened for the guard. When she heard nothing, she hurried past the window making her way to the side of the building. Alison figured the side or the back of the brownstone was where she had her best shot at escaping. She didn’t know, however, that an entire contingent of Black Council operatives had made their base in the belly of the monstrous facility. Each step she thought took her closer to the exit was instead leading her into danger.

^^^

He wasn’t sure at what point he’d passed out but Ethan awoke to a shaky feeling of sea sickness. Every slight shift in his weight caused the wood planks he was lying on to shift. He didn’t think much about the strange sensation at first, who would?

As he attempted to roll over and push himself up, the wood beneath him heaved to one side. Suddenly he was falling. The adrenaline shot straight to his heart as Ethan groped for a hand-hold. The slats between the wood planks were his only savior as the fingertips from one hand held on for dear life.

Ethan muttered a few colorful curses as his muscles strained under the exertion. He soon realized the plank he’d been on was built on a pivot point and fashioned over a hole so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He was sure something nasty awaited anyone who managed to survive such a fall. Currently, he was hanging on to the board, his feet dangling into the hole.

This was obviously someone’s sick idea of a joke. And he knew of only one lunatic crazy enough to attempt it -- Julian Black. However, it wasn’t Black’s voice he heard wafting out of the shadows a few moments later.

“You seem to be in quite a dilemma, lover.” Octavia Kassoff’s blonde hair almost made her appear somewhat angelic in this dark tunnel. A light from above shone on her face, giving him a better view of the predicament he was in.

Her laugh echoed down the chamber. She’d set this entire situation up from the beginning. Octavia and her father, Isidor, along with his general nemesis, Julian Black.

“I’ve beaten worse,” he grunted readjusting his grip. His nanites were nearly out of juice. That had to be the reason he passed out. They were now greedily munching on whatever available energy was left in his body. If he didn’t escape soon and stop exerting himself, he’d be dead for sure. His death attributed to the tiny microscopic machines running around in his bloodstream.

“You think I don’t know about your condition? I do have a medical degree. And I know just how long you have before the nanites feast on every bit of available energy in your body.” The smug look on Octavia’s face said it all.

“You kill my brother,” Octavia said. “Now I kill you.” Ethan found it quite amusing how quickly she reverted to her Russian dialect. Now that she no longer had to pretend to be one of them, her true colors came out in her voice.

“An eye for an eye, is that it?” Ethan asked. He couldn’t already feel his grip slipping.

“I may not be religious,” she said. “But in some ways traditional is always best.”

She’d had ample opportunity to kill him over the years. He wondered why now, today, was so important.

“You’ve told me about your brother, Erik. Is this all because of his death?” Ethan asked attempting to pry information out of the Russian beauty.

Her face flushed red and she aimed her Glock at his head.

“If he had never known you, he’d be alive,” her tone was soft but tense.

“And what if I’d never known you or Isidor? You’d both be dead by now. I did you a favor. I gave you something to live for. Vengeance.”

“You are such a bad liar. I take care of myself, my father. We live on our own terms.” The Glock wobbled as she attempted to get her emotions under control.

“That’s a joke. You’re just a puppet for Black.” Every taunt chipped away her to perfect control.

“No. He wants to keep you as a specimen in his zoo. I only want you to die!”

Octavia shot at the metal pivot point closest to her. The board wobbled wildly as he shifted to avoid the ricochet.

Sweat ran down his face and the adrenaline rush he’d felt moments ago was now gone, eaten up by the nanites. He knew death was close now. All emotions had left his body along with the chemicals.

Octavia smacked the muzzle of the gun against his left hand and it gave away swinging wildly.

“I wish my father could be here to see this glorious day,” Octavia said a smile brightening her face.

Ethan wrenched himself up and tried to position himself over the pivot point running down the center of the planks. She only laughed at his attempts. Ethan overshot and nearly threw himself off. He grappled to keep his fingers clinched onto the boards.

The phone at Octavia’s hip jingled and she stepped down a side tunnel to answer it. “What do you want,” she hissed.

Ethan took the opportunity to make a second attempt, and this time returned to the position he’d found himself in upon waking. Sweat covered his face and his breath came in gasps. The nanites were doing a number on his system.

When he caught his breath, he pushed himself off the boards following the pivot point. Ethan stood and stumbled down the tunnel toward what he hoped was the exit. He attempted to use his nanites to send Bobbie a wireless signal but he wasn’t sure what would come through. He’d never felt this weak before.

^^^^

Octavia returned to where she’d left Ethan still talking on the phone. When she saw he was gone, she screamed.

She peered down the deep tunnel, but only saw darkness.

“You made me miss it, you idiot!” she said into the phone. She snapped the connection closed and grunted. “Damn it!”

^^^

Bobbie Sullivan searched the security grid for Ethan. The system was quite efficient and complete. Ezekiel Zeller must have been a paranoid man.

“If Zeller wasn’t the one who planned this little strange spy reunion, why do you think he had a system this elaborate?” Bobbie asked.

Stephen Webb shrugged. “Rich men like to stay that way.” A sudden call on his cell had Stephen listening to the latest update. He closed the phone and turned to Bobbie. “Mac found Adrian Zeller. Looks like Jared tied him up in the basement to keep him out of the way.”

“It was probably for his own good,” Bobbie said. “I’ve seen his exploits on tv. He’s not the brightest bulb in the batch.”

“But he did know one little tid bit. He said he saw Franklin Fairchild morph into someone who’s description strangely resembles Julian Black.”

“Great. That’s all we need right now -- more adversaries,” Bobbie sighed. He sat up a bit straighter as he noticed something on one of the monitors. “Wait! I think I just saw Ethan.” His fingers whipped across the keys of his laptop. “There he is!”

“Where?” Stephen was ready to act.

“A tunnel off the chamber where we found Gia and Rudy.” He saw another flash on the screen and gasped. “Oh, God! Octavia’s down there too and Ethan just collapsed. How fast can you get down there?”

He turned toward Stephen but the man wasn’t there. He’d taken immediate action.

^^^

“You are only annoying me, Ethan,” Octavia taunted. Even if you escape, we’ll be able to get to you.

Ethan didn’t respond, he couldn’t.

She dialed Cypher on her cell. “Tell me you’re close,” she said to him.

“Only a few more clicks and we’ve got him,” Cypher said with giddy excitement.

“Good. As soon as you get a connection, do it!” Octavia closed the phone shoving it into her back pocket.

^^^

Stephen ran as fast as he could back into the catacombs beneath the Zeller mansion. He felt like a mouse running through a maze as he dodged up and down hallways and descended stairways. By the time he reached the chamber, he called Bobbie. “Where now, kid?”

Octavia appeared in the chamber from the left side shoving Ethan into the room.

“You thought you could escape this house, Webb? Unfortunately, you won’t be leaving.”

She shoved her Glock into Ethan’s hand. “Kill him.”

^^^

Bobbie watched helplessly as Octavia taunted Stephen. He could hear the conversation since Stephen’s phone was still open. He couldn’t understand what she was up to. Ethan would never shoot a friend. But what he saw wasn’t possible.

Ethan took the Glock, weighed it in his hand, then pointed it at Stephen.

“Kill him,” Octavia said again.

Ethan glanced at her with no emotion on his face. Then he swiveled toward Stephen and pulled the trigger.

Stephen seemed to fall in slow motion. Bobbie could only helplessly watch as multiple shots entered his friend’s body.

Bobbie stood shoving the chair away from the security station. He was speechless as Stephen’s body laid still in the basement and Octavia led Ethan away back into the tunnel.

“Somebody help!” Bobbie managed to choke out.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Ten Little Spies - Episode 19

Episode 19: Tunnel Vision
by Toni Walker

Never before had his past consumed him to the point of endangering a mission, but for the first time, he was beginning to doubt his ability to stay focused.

Ethan Fairchild rubbed his temples. "How in the hell did we ever get into this mess?"

Bobbie Sullivan provided a quick retort. "My vote is for Psycho Big Bad Number One.” He was fifteen feet ahead of Ethan in the dark passageway. He'd had a bad feeling for awhile and that feeling was only getting worse. “How close are we to the exit?”

“It’s just ahead.” Ethan passed everyone and placed a hand on the door at the bottom of the stairway leading to the basement. The nanites went to work again giving him a clear view of the room beyond the door. “It’s clear. Everyone out.”

Ethan’s mind reading ability must have been seriously lacking because when he opened the door, he heard the click of a gun. Then CinDee and a couple of goons joined him. They too were sporting fashionable weaponry.

“So nice of you to join us,” Irish Quinn said.

“You know, I’m real thoughtful that way,” Ethan said.

“Come on, Ethan,” Stephen said. “We can take them.”

Another two goons came up behind them shoving a gun into Octavia’s back. She didn’t flinch but Stephen quickly changed his tune.

“What do you want with us?” Bobbie said.

One thug grabbed Bobbie by the scruff of the neck. “You’re expendable. You aren’t part of the project.”

“Project?” Bobbie croaked.

“Take him out and kill him,” CinDee said with a gleeful chuckle.

“NO!” both Ethan and Stephen shouted.

“I don’t think you boys have much of a choice, now do you?” CinDee followed as the brutes drug Bobbie out of the room screaming for his life.

Irish moved his gun toward the opposite door. “Inside.”

“You know, I’m really claustrophobic…” Ethan began to complain but another man hiding behind the door swung the butt of a gun at his head. He toppled to the floor as a small amount of blood oozed from the wound.

“I told you not to injure him,” said an older man walking forward. “Clean him up and then take him to the chamber.” As they drug Ethan away the older man stared at Stephen. “So sorry to get you involved in this. I appreciate what you’ve done for my daughter.”

Stephen looked at him in confusion? “Your daughter?”

“That would be me.” Octavia tapped him on the shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. “We had fun, didn’t we? I mean, I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

“You’re involved in this?”

“I’m afraid so. And I’m sorry.” Octavia drew a small pistol from the waistband of her slacks and shot Stephen in the chest. Stephen’s eyes were full of shock and uncertainty. “Nothing personal. It’s just business. And we can’t leave any nasty loose ends. That wouldn’t be professional of me.”

She shot him again and as the last breath left his body she leaned down and kissed him.

“Did you have to make it so graphic?” Her father asked.

“You wanted to test your theory. Now you can.”

The two of them watched the body and waited. If his theory was correct, it would become apparent in a few moments.

Stephen coughed and attempted to sit up but that wasn't the most amazing thing about what was happening to him. Stephen Webb was actually healing right before their eyes.

"Spontaneous regenreation?" Octavia said?

When she looked down again to survey his wounds, she found Stephen Webb had disappeared.

***

Ethan quickly recovered from the pistol whipping. The nanites were very forgiving when it came to healing. He had a bit of a headache but nothing more.

Finding Bobbie had been easy. All he had to do was follow the screams.

"Hey, you know it's not right to kidnap people, right?" asked Ethan as he tapped the goon on the shoulder. "When are the bad guys going to learn and hire more intelligent people?"

He hauled back and slugged the goon who let Bobbie slip out of his grasp. Then he returned the favor and grabbed the gun from his holster and slammed it across the goon's face.

"Thanks," Bobbie said. "I thought I was a gonner."

"Get to the security room. I'll meet you there." Ethan gave Bobbie directions. The nanites really were working overtime for him today.

"What about Stephen?"

"Don't worry about him. I'm sure he can handle himself." Ethan placed a hand to his head and found the blood had already dried.

"You don't even have a cut. That's amazing."

"It's nothing. Now go." Ethan was trusting the nanites to guide him as he made his way to where he believed he'd find what he was looking for.

***

Kaye Corday had conned her way into the Zeller mansion pretending to work for Julian Black. The drugs she’d been under were now wearing off and her mind was clear. She knew she’d have to play the game if she wanted to get Dare out of Julian’s clutches alive.

Dare grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “What are you doing,” he whispered once Black’s back was turned and talking on his cell phone.

“He thinks I’m still under their control.,” Kaye whispered. “If I can play along, we may be able to bring these guys in.”

“You’re insane, you know that, right?”

Kaye winked at him and then punched him in the face, before knocking his feet out from under him.

“Sorry, baby,” she cooed. “I had to make it look realistic.”

Kaye backed away from Dare and returned to Julian Black. “You’re not going to get any information out of him. He’s too stubborn, not to mention trained in mind control techniques.”

Julian seemed unconcerned. “That’s okay. It’s not his mind that I’m after.”

Kaye glanced back at Dare. Three men had surrounded him, one of which had a tazer. “What are you doing?” Kaye shouted as one minion pointed his tazer at Dare and pressed the button. The man glanced at Kaye when the tazer had rendered Dare unconscious.

“He’s following orders, which is what I suggest you do.” Julian peeled a chunk of apple holding the paring knife expertly in his fingers. He popped the chunk into his mouth. “We wouldn’t want your sister to meet an untimely end, now would we?”

Kaye wasn’t sure how empty his threats would be, but she knew how far to push a man like Julian. And right now, it was time to back off.

“What do you want me to do?” Kaye said.

“That’s my girl.” Julian smiled and slipped another slice of apple in his mouth. “Go back to the mansion,” he said. “Bring me Jared Quinn.”

My eyes grew wide. “He’s my partner.”

“Exactly,” Julian’s eyes held a devious twinkle. “He’ll never suspect someone so close to him is working for me.”

***

“I’ve been reviewing the security tapes and something’s not right,” Bobbie said. “So, I did some investigating and discovered a strange inconsistency. Dagmar Krause, the old cranky woman, supposedly died 3 years ago in German.” Bobbie produced the obituary from a popular German newspaper’s online archive. The photo matched Krause exactly.

“She’s looking mighty spry for a dead woman,” Ethan said.

“That has to be an imposter,” said Bobbie who was known for stating the obvious.

“Ya think?” Ethan said. “Take a look at the rest of the security footage. See if anyone else shows up on the obit list. I have a feeling our bad guy isn’t who we think it is.”

“Right away.” Bobbie gathered the footage together on the desk.

“Stephen, stay here and stand guard. I want to know exactly what I’m dealing with.”

Steven nodded and Ethan left looking for some answers of his own.

***

“We now have three specimens. I want to know what makes them unique. Each of them have never admitted their special gift but the signs are there,” Julian Black looked to Octavia. “Your experience in this field make you uniquely qualified for the experiment.”

Octavia wasn’t’ much of a talker. She nodded at Julian and returned to her research.

Kaye had no clue what they were talking about, but she began to get an idea when the goon squad carried Dare’s body in the catacombs.

“This is pretty creepy,” Kaye mumbled as she followed Julian and Octavia down a large stone stairway that should have been under an ancient castle, not a mansion. She flinched when she walked into a spider web. Somehow her carefully honed emotions were cracking. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced fear, but coming down into this dark, dank pit was playing with her head.

The stairway ended and a doorway sat snuggly in front of the last step.

“Take him in there and place him in the device,” Octavia’s smooth Russian accent came and went. Currently, it was in startling full force. She even talked to herself using strictly Russian phrasing. Kaye wasn’t fluent in the language, but she did know that Octavia wasn’t a happy camper.

When the flat slab was covered with a clear Plexiglas outer shell, Kaye thought the device might be some sort of cryogenic chamber. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Julian silently motioned in her direction to the goon squad. The three men were big, much bigger than she , but she did have one advantage over them. She was a black belt and a master of Krav Maga.

“What’s this?” Kaye said backing away toward the exit. “Don’t’ trust me anymore?”

“Actually, you’ve proven to be a remarkable ally, Kaye. Unfortunately, you possess a trait I need to study as well.”

The part of Kaye that went psycho when her sister was kidnapped simmered beneath the surface of her consciousness. She didn’t know what it was or where it came from but the intense sudden wash of emotions was throwing her for a loop. Before the goons could force her down on the next available slab, Kaye passed out.

***

Jared, Echo and Mac were nearly to the end of the tunnel when loud animal-like screams came from the room beyond the tunnel.

“What in the hell was that?” Jared Quinn said.

“Proceed with caution,” Mac motioned for Echo to remain by the door.

“I’ll hack into these fiber optics and see what I can find.” Echo was good at anything having to do with computers, from installing programs to hacking bank accounts, not that he really did the latter. But it was nice to know he could if the situation ever arose. “Be careful, you guys. Whatever that was, it sounded pretty nasty.”

“Copy that,” Mac said into his wireless mic. The two of them had ventured forward into the lower levels of the mansion. “I’d appreciate a schematic of the house, whenever you make a connection in the line.”

“It’s my first priority,” Echo said.

Jared had a partner but he wasn’t used to working this closely with them. The partnership of Mac and Echo was win-win, even thought it was obvious Mac was in charge.

The first few chambers were empty. The area below the mansion seemed to be more massive than anyone knew.

“You could have a Dungeon and Dragons conference down here and still never fill up the place,” Jared said. Each step he made was careful and deliberate as he surveyed each room.

“Where in the hell did that noise come from?” Mac asked.

As Jared stepped into the next room, he knew the answer to Mac’s question. “In here,” he said.

Blood splattered the walls and the floor was streaked with red bloody skid marks. It looks like someone dragged a body out of this room,” Mac said.

“From the amount of blood everywhere, you can be pretty certain that person is dead. No one could live and lose that much blood.”

Neither seemed to notice the circle of concrete slabs behind them. As Jared backed up taking in the bloody scene, he bumped into one of the containers covered with Plexiglas. The hood over the coffin-like effigy retracted revealing a person lying inside.

“Take a look at this,” Jared said. “There are two others just like this one.”

The woman lying inside looked dead but her body displayed an almost bluish glow.

Mac approached the body and gasped. Pressing a ginger to her neck, he realized she was still breathing, if only barely.

“It’s Gia Doyle,” Mac said. “She’s still alive.”

“This one looks like Dare Ransom and that one…” Jared approached the third coffin-like enclosure. “Rudy? What in the hell happened down here, Mac?

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out,” Mac said.

***

“Unusual activity in the basement chamber,” Bobbie said.

“Define unusual?” Stephen asked.

“Beyond the normal. I’m detecting multiple life signs down there.”

“Is there anyway you can contact Ethan?”

“Actually,” Bobbie admitted. “Ethan has somehow been wirelessly transmitting updates to me through the building’s security system.”

“Exactly how is that happening?” Stephen asked?

“I have no idea, but we don’t know anything about the nanites in Ethan’s blood Somehow those little micro suckers are giving him the ability to wirelessly access computer networks.”

“Relay back to him the info about the basement activity. He’ll probably want to check it out. In the meantime, I suggest you call your Headquarters and apprise them of the situation. We may be safe right now but we don’t know who else is in the mansion with us.”

“I’m on it,” Bobbie said.

***

Kevin Fairchild wasn’t sure where he was, but he knew the bed was comfortable. Events of the last few days replayed in his mind. His father was a traitor. Somehow, deep inside, he’d know the truth. His father had been acting strangely for years.

The room where he found himself was a sunny bright yellow. Definitely not somber colors. On top of the dresser were photographs of three young girls. One looked like a young Jazz Demarco, the woman who owned the Wolves Den, a bar he frequented far too often for someone who claimed not to be an alcoholic.

He leaned up on his elbows and a pain shot straight down his spine. He yelped in pain alerting anyone in the adjoining room that he was awake. He took quick shallow breaths as he eased himself back into a lying position.

“Dammit!” he muttered under his breath. His back was still awash with pain when a red-headed woman appeared in the doorway.

“He’s awake,” she said to someone he couldn’t see. As she approached him, she smiled wanly. “I wouldn’t suggest moving too much. You’ve done quite a number to your spinal cord.”

“Do I know you?” Kevin asked.

“My name is Rachel Demarco. My sister was the one who brought you here. She’s a nurse in the infirmary where they were keeping you.”

“The blond chick?” Rachel nodded. “Your sister is psycho, lady!”

“My sister is a disturbed young woman who forgot to take her medicine. When she’s under the proper medical care, she’s as lucid as anyone.” Rachel ardently defended her sister’s actions even thought she knew what chaos Maxie could cause.

A man’s presence filled the doorway. He was someone Kevin recognized. “Mitch?” he said. “What in the hell is going on, man?”

“There was an incident in your room in the infirmary. A candle shaped in the form of an apple released an as of yet unknown gas into your room. The air filtration system at the infirmary is one of the best in the world. It caught most of the gas, but just enough entered your blood stream to cause your bizarre behavior.”

“Bizarre? I don’t remember anything.”

“You’ve been having almost lucid waking nightmares. One was about a man named Carter Wayne. Do you remember him?”

“Vaguely. He was some sort of teacher, wasn’t he?” Kevin said.

“No,” Rachel interjected. “He worked on a television show with me. After your brother came to the set, Carter fell off the grid. He’s disappeared.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about it,” Kevin said.

“We need you to find him,” Rachel said with desperation in her voice. “We think he’s in danger.”

“I’m not psychic, lady. Whatever happened to me that day when I had those visions, it was a fluke.”

“You have to find him,” The woman rushed him, gripping the lapels of the oversized robe he was enveloped in.

Sweat stained his brow. The pain was inching upward. He had a high tolerance for pain, but he also knew everyone had their limit.

“Lady, I’m not moving from this bed. At this point, I don’t think it’s even possible. I’m not sure what you expect me to do.” Kevin shifted uneasily relieving some of the pressure he’d been experiencing.

“He’d right, Rachel. He’s not going anywhere. It’s a miracle he didn’t seriously injure his back.”

“I don’t want him to go anywhere. I want him to do his psychic thing. He doesn’t’ have to move to find Carter. All he has to do is focus.”

Kevin tried not to laugh, but the idea was ludicrous. He wasn’t a psychic. “Easy for you to say.” Kevin glanced around the room looking for someway out of this precarious situation. If only he could get a message to Ethan or somebody at Legacy Headquarters. They could help him.

The image of their second mother popped into his mind. Emma Rappaport was sitting at Ethan’s desk glancing over a pile of bills. When the two of them were out on missions, Emma handled the paperwork. They gave her an outstanding salary and her own large cottage on the Smith Island facility, but Kevin always thought she looked a little sad. His image of her tonight was no different.

“Emma, you have to find me,” he said silently hoping Rachel or Mitch wouldn’t know what he was attempting.

Emma glanced over her shoulder, as if hearing someone walk into the house. “Kevin? Is that you, dear?” she asked.

“Call Boswell. Have him activate my tracker.” He tried to mentally project his thoughts to her.

She walked into the great room and glanced toward the door.

“That’s odd. I could have sworn…” Emma picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. She clicked her fingers on the receiver impatiently until someone answered the extension.

“Oh, I’m so glad I caught you, love.”

Kevin couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation but he knew from the number displayed on the handset that she had indeed called Boswell.

“I just had the strangest sensation a moment ago. I could have sworn Kevin had come into the mansion. Could you be a dear and see if he’s in the vicinity?”

She listened a moment then said, “Thank you, dear. I know it’s silly…”

The connection was suddenly terminated when Rachel grabbled him again.

“You must tell me where Carter is” She shoved a photo into this hand. “This is Carter. Please help me.”

Kevin looked at the photo. He had no choice since his bizarre connection to Emma was terminated.

The man in the photo was tall, at least six seven and in top physical condition. A flash of insight bombarded him. But it wasn’t the man he saw when the vision blossomed in his mind. It was a boy. Emma was there again but she looked much younger.

“Can I play when them, Em?” The young boy asked. He had a British accent and a very articulate way of speaking. He gazed over at two bassinettes each containing one baby. “Aren’t they terribly bored just lying about all day?” he asked.

“That’s what babies do, CW. They eat and sleep. They won’t be able to play for quite awhile, okay?”

CW sighed. “All right, but can I help feed them the next time they cry?”

Emma nodded.

“Did you hear that little Ethan and Ian? Your big brother wants to help me feed you. Isn’t that brilliant?”

The shock of the revelation knocked Kevin out of the vision. His eyes stared up at Rachel and Mitch. Then he expelled a ragged breath. Did he really want o tell the duo that Carter Wayne could possibly be his missing brother, CW?

Next time:

Is Carter Wayne really Ethan and Kevin's brother?

What is the real reason Julian Black wants these ten special agents? What do they possess that he wants?

Legacy of Spies - Ep 11

Episode 11: All Fall Down

Evie Raines wanted to believe in miracles, but it was hard to contemplate that Tony Wolfe was still alive. Maybe his lackof a heart beat had been her own imagination. Maybe taking a pulse was not her forte, but she could have sworn…

“You all right?” Tony asked her. “I don’t think that dude will be coming back any time soon.”

She took a deep breath and shook off the sense of relief mixed with sheer terror. Evie folded herself into his arms and gave him a big bear hug.

“Woah, girl What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing,” Evie said. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Girl, sometimes you are just weird,” Tony said.

“I thought…” She started to tell him her fears, but she was afraid he wouldn’t understand. After all, he already thought she was an odd ball. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter what I thought. Let’s try and contact Nigel. Maybe he can help us.”

Evie pulled a pink cell phone out of her purse and set a quick text message to Nigel and Paul Thomas.

Tony eyed the colorful phone. “Pink, huh? I didn’t think that was your color.”

“Some tech guy at the Foundation gave it to me so I could contact Mac, Nigel or Paul just in case one of us, namely you, got into trouble. They programmed in the numbers and everything.”

Tony seemed a bit miffed by this. “They didn’t give me a phone. I mean, I am your older brother.”

“Maybe they just realize girls are more technically savvy than guys,” she teased.

“It’s more like they know you’ll get yourself in trouble and need to call mommy for assistance.”

“You’re just cranky. I know you don’t mean the mean things you say.”

The two of them started walking back to the cab when the engine of the vehicle fired up.

“What the heck,” Tony mumbled. “Somebody’s stealing our ride!” He ran toward the car but the wheels spun making a huge squeal.

“They’re getting away!” Evie yelled.

The cab went to the end of the block did a one-eighty and began speeding toward them. The man in the car, the same one with the strange tattoo, looked at her with regret then leveled a gun at her. Tony tackled Evie as the man discharged his weapon. The bullet came within inches of hitting them both.

She landed hard on the pavement, the grit biting into her back.

“You know that guy?” Tony asked watching the cab’s taillights disappear.

“No,” she choked out. “Not really.”

“Well, he seems to know you.”

***

Mackenzie Gray was about to break down the door of the hotel where Teryl was keeping Nigel. His gun was raised and at the ready when Nikki Carpenter unexpectedly appeared at his side. Mac chastised himself for keeping all his focus forward. In the old days, Nikki would never have been able to get the jump on him. He sighed heavily and looked at her.

“What do you want, Nikki?”

She handed Mac a cell phone. “Paul wants to talk to you.”

Mac eyed the door he had been about to storm. Dammit, he hated being interrupted. He grunted and fell back to a more neutral position.

“What?!” he bit out in a clipped tone.

“We’ve got a problem,” Paul said cryptically.

“Don’t we all? I was this close to extracting Nigel from Teryl when you interrupted me.”

“Sorry,” he said. “We have a few assets someone needs to get out of a jam.”

“Not really in a position to help out at this point, but…” Mac eyed Nikki. She shook her head back and forth as if anticipating what Mac was about to suggest. “Why don’t you send Nikki. She’s free right now.”

Mac handed her the phone back and growled, “Don’t ever do that to me again. I don’t appreciate being interrupted.”

Nikki scowled and grabbed the phone from him. As she listened, she knew their paths were about to diverge, she going her way and he going his.

“I understand,” she told Paul before hanging up. “I have to go.

“Leave me the car,” Mac said it as a request but it was really an order. Nikki knew that.

“Paul’s sending me an agent who recently completed a long overseas mission. I should be fine. The car’s all yours.”

“Thanks.” Mac didn’t bother saying goodbye. There were no goodbyes in this business.

***

Nigel Bennett wasn’t the bravest man in the business, but he knew when to take advantage of an opportunity. While he was alone and both Teryl and John were otherwise engaged, Nigel managed to jimmy the lock of the balcony door. Their terrace was only a couple of floors up, and Nigel thought he would handle a few stories. But once he made his way to the edge, he realized exactly how high up a few stories could be.

“Good Lord,” Nigel whispered peering over the balcony railing and staring down at the massive area of hard concrete that made up the parking lot.

“I must be out of my bloody mind,” Nigel whispered to himself. Teryl had taken most of his clothes. All he had on were his skivvies. And that too was a bit perplexing since it was mighty clod outside, too cold to be running around in a pair of boxer shorts.

He watched as Nikki walked down the stairs and out to the road. He knew he couldn’t shout at her, it might reveal to Teryl his escape plan. Maybe if he was lucky, he could climb to another balcony and make his way out through another person’s room. It was worth a try.

Nigel climbed over the railing of Teryl’s balcony and got his footing against the hard concrete of the adjacent balcony which was a few feet away. He'd have to jump to span the distance and hope like hell the railing was strong enough to steady him when he got there.

Nigel froze when he heard Teryl whispering his name from inside the hotel suite. "Nigel," she cooed. "Nigel baby. Come to mama."

He had no time to waste. It was now or never. He really couldn't see himself as Teryl's love slave. He preferred the kind of girl he could take home to meet his mother. Not to mention, Tery was one of the bad guys, a relationship with her would never work.

His mind moved to the face of Raven, the unfortunate girl Teryl had captured earlier. He wondered if she was safe. Her face was the last thing on his mind when he jumped.

***

Nikki Carpenter's mind was totally focused on this stupid situation. When had her partnership with Mac become so one-sided? She thought she could do the job. What had changed?

She dialed up Paul, her boss, on the tiny Foundation-issued phone. It was packed with so many gadgets she was surprised it still managed to function as a real cell phone.

"What in the heck is going on, Paul?" Nikki asked as she searched the streets for an alternative way to get to the other side of town. "Mac is acting oddly toward me. It's almost like he doesn't trust that I can do my job."

Paul knew something like this would happen eventually. Mac was a loner type. He didn't easily acclimate to partnership. But his cooperation with Nikki on past missions was the closest he'd ever come to true partnership.

"Didn't Mac tell you?" Paul asked.

"Tell me what?," she said. "I'm tired of all this secrecy. I should be in the loop on this."

"The hole the hacker made in the system..." Paul started, clearing his throat. "He made off with a few names. Deep cover operatives. And many who hadn't been covert in years. Your name was on that list, Nikki. In his own way, I think he's trying to protect you."

"He sure has a funny way of showing it," she said with a sigh. "I thought I'd proven my abilities long ago.

"It's not about your abilities. Mac cares about you, Nikki," Paul said. "Right before he left Teresa died in his arms. Being with her was the closest he'd ever come to being in love. That ripped him apart. He's in pain and he wants to keep everyone else he loves safe from a similar fate."

"Teresa knew what we signed up for," Nikki said. "And I didn't come into this job with blinders on either."

"Try telling that to Mac. Just give him some space and try and keep yourself out of trouble. I really don't think I could handle Mac melting down on me."

"All right," she sighed, relenting to her boss' wishes. "I'll give him some space. "What asset do you want me to keep an eye on?"

"I have a deep cover agent coming your way. He can relate the details," Paul said.

"Cryptic as always," Nikki sighed, as Paul ended the conversation.

She sat on the steps of the hotel and wondered what it would be like to have a normal job like everyone else. It would definitely be quite a change from this.

A cab approached flashing its headlights using the pre-determined signal Paul had indicated would be her contact.

Nikki leaned her head in the window and gasped in surprise.

"Can I give you a lift, little lady?" the man said with a winning smile.

Nikki entered the vehicle and the cab sped away making a u-turn throwing gravel onto the steps of the hotel.

"You look good, Nik," the man said, his smile widening.

"I thought you were dead," she said deadpan. To say she was shocked to see him would be the understatement of the year.

"Nearly was a couple of times," James Carpenter said. "Somehow managed to eek out a few more years."

Nikki wiped at the quick tear that gathered beneath her lashes. Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it inside her head.

"You okay, Nik?" James asked with concern.

He pulled the cab onto a lonely side road and turned toward Nikki. She was pale and he could detect a faint odor of alcohol on her breath.

"Don't fait on me. You know how I hate it when you faint. That act you pulled at our wedding had my parents talking for years."

"You're alive?" she croaked out. It felt like she was staring at a fantasy. She'd dreamed of him being alive so many times that she couldn't remember the countless dreams when she'd conjured him.

"Of course, I'm..." It was then James realized what had happened. The Foundation didn't tell her he was deep undercover. They told her that her husband had died. "Oh, God, Nik" He gathered her into his arms and squeezed tightly. It felt so good to have her in his arms again.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't know."

"You don't know what it was like, believing you were dead. I lost it. I think I spent a month straight in the gym working out my demons."

She looked at his face and cupped a hand to his cheek.

"Still so handsome..." Tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Don't cry for me, Nik. I'm here and I'm never leaving you again."

They didn't have to talk after that. She kissed him like a thirsty woman who hadn't had a drink in days. Mission be damned. This is all she cared about. All she wanted. Five years. He'd been dead for five years. And now he was here.

"I would love to strip off all your clothes and show you exactly how much I've missed you but we have some kids to save." James tried to get the words out but the reunion with Nikki was like an aphrodisiac. The attraction between them was too strong. Nature had the reigns now.

"Right here. Right now," she demanded. "I need you."

James wanted to say no. There was a mission to complete. He'd never let personal business interfere with the job before. But he couldn't say no. He'd been dreaming of her for years. This wasn't exactly the most appropriate place for a reunion, but his mind and body could care less.

His hands slid up her body beneath her shirt as she straddled him. It was in that moment he realized she had somehow managed to shed her jeans and underwear. He groaned as she slid into place on top him. It didn't matter that they were making love in an old rusted out cab in the middle of nowhere. This was what he had longed for.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Ten Little Spies - Episode 18


The newest episode of The Legacy is now available on my site.

I've been delving into the secrets of The Legacy quite a lot over the last few weeks. The story might have started a bit without focus, but I've found my mojo again where this story is concerned. I'm getting back on track where the plot is concerned.

Here are a few spoilers about the episode...

Ethan discovers he has a new power thanks to those nanites teeming in his blood, and it bloody freaks him out.

Jared leaves Alison behind in the tunnels below the Zeller mansion.

Octavia proves to be the baddie we all knew she was... she has an agenda where Ethan is concerned.

Irish Quinn is joined by one of his co-horts who looks like Marian Noble... funny thing is... she's not Marian. She has a high-tech device that produces a holographic effect over her face making her appear like Marian. People in the mansion are not who they appear to be.

Kaye finally comes to her senses. The drugs she'd been given are wearing off and she doesn't know what's happened in the last few days. It's all a big blur. She watches as her lover, Dare, is joined by another man... And who he turns out to be is the biggest shocker of all.

Check out the newest episode and see what I mean.

Toni

Friday, April 27, 2007

The Legacy, Ice Skating and other Musings

Not much going on this week. Just been working at work. Designing ads and stuff. Not too earth-shattering.

I did go and see my brother's son last weekend. He was learning to ice skate. It was pretty funny, but he's only 6 so he can't help it. His ice skating consisted of holding on for dear life to the kid's shirt who was standing directly in front of him. He was pretty lucky that the kid was a lot bigger than he was, otherwise, the whole situation could have been bad, bad, bad. On the way out of the rink after the less than 2 minute program, he slipped and fell banging the back of his head on the ice. He's okay, thank God. But from where I was sitting freezing my butt off, it was pretty funny stuff.

I also have been considering working more on my web serials (webisodes) which are online dramas that you read. Kinda like a book but online, kinda like fan fiction but of my own creation.

The Legacy is one of those series. I have three ongoing missions currently that I badly need to get back to work on.

One is entitled "Ten Little Spies" It's a mission that centers around agents who are being targeted by a man who sends them killer candles. Of course, the Killer Candle Maker isn't the only one who is in the mix here. There's more danger at work than just an unfamilar madman. Some of the danger comes from within the Legacy itself!

The next is a mission (Familiar Adversary) where I, myself, am one of the characters. The bad guys of the Black Council have discovered my web soap and are finding out all sorts of clues about the Legacy agents. Apparently, these agents that I write about are "real" people and some are being compromised by my writings. They Legacy decides that they must stop me from posting anything else on my series to keep themselves safe. They send their most experienced danger men after me. But soon I discover that all is not quite kosher in Legacy-land. There is an Alt-Me who is my ultimate adversary... but is it really me or is it only one of my characters who has taken over? It's hard to tell. Lately I've been finding that if I think about it, it will happen. This weird virtually strange world which resembles my series might actually be the death of me... and the only people who are my allies are the minor characters I hardly write about.

The last mission is called "Shattered". It stars most of my younger Legacy cast members. But most of the focus is on Phoenix and Scarlett Gray and Faith Fairchild (younger sister of my Legacy danger man, Ethan). A new adversary is on the horizon and they are called Echelon! Echelon has kidnapped Phoenix and the Black Council has implanted Scarlett with an artificial intelligent being named Haven. Will Faith and her new Echelon friends Marcus and Liz be able to save them ... or are Marcus and Liz the real bad guys?

I know, a lot of stuff to think about, but somehow I manage to keep it all straight in my head. I guess that is because I created it all, huh?

Hope everyone is having a great day.

Check out The Legacy .... if you dare!

The Legacy - An Espionage Thriller

Toni

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Legacy of Spies - Episode 9

Previoulsy on the Legacy of Spies: The Immortal Code

Rafe Martinez and Theresa Shea began to make love in the cabin.

Paul Thomas gets it on with his secretary.

Raven Martinez and Nigel Bennett discover attack dogs in one direction and Teryl and John in the other blocking off their escape.


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Episode 9: Trouble Anew


“This is not a good idea,” John Ellison told his sister, Teryl. “Why can’t we just leave them alone? I mean, I’m all for cutting our losses. Killing innocent children was not on the contract I signed.”

“I’m not going to kill them, you idiot. Nigel is of more value to me alive. I could care less about the girl.” Teryl stepped out of the car with Glock in hand.

“You’re not going to just leave her here.” John stuck his head out the driver’s side window.

“Watch me.”

Teryl observed the horror-stricken face of Nigel Bennett and smiled. He had a good reverence for her if he feared her. She could respect a man who knew who his enemies were.

“It’s no use Bennett,” Teryl said. “You’re coming with us.” She pointed her gun at him with only a moderate interest. She had no plan to kill him. He was too cute to kill.

“Run, Raven!” Nigel yelled.

“What about the dogs!” Raven said with fear. She knew who her enemies were too.

“Forget about the bloody dogs. What’s worse? Being shot or bitten by a couple of dogs?”

“Good point.” Raven slipped through the holographic doorway at the front of the unassuming house unseen by Teryl. Her entrance was blocked by a large pillar of bricks.

Nigel stopped and raised his hands when Teryl placed the gun barrel at his jaw.

“I’m really not in the mood for non-compliance.”

“Right,” Nigel said. “I knew that. That’s why I’m coming with you.”

Teryl nudged him toward the SUV getting a good view of his back side. She smiled in approval. She might have to frisk him before this night was over. Maybe it would make him more available to answer her questions. If not, there was always the truth serum. She’d have a little fun with him before administering the latter. Teryl knew her sex appeal could crack any man. It was one thing that had never failed her.

Raven watched from behind the fence as they captured Nigel.

“No,” she whispered.

She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder. The man stood back a step. He was wearing a decidedly British blazer and slacks.

“Sorry, about that. Nigel said to be expecting someone. I had no idea it would be a pretty young thing like yourself. Please, come this way.”

Raven hesitated. “I’m not going anywhere without Nigel.”

The man peeked over Raven’s shoulder as Teryl shoved Nigel into the back seat of her SUV.

“Get down,” she said pulling him behind the pillar. “They might see you.”

“Don’t worry, love. That hologram is like a two way mirror. We can see them but they can’t see us. Anyway, I believe Nigel is a bit preoccupied at the moment on his current case. Why don’t you come inside and we’ll see about getting you a hot meal and a ticket back to America.”

The man smiled and gestured toward the elaborate house which seemed much bigger now that she was inside the yard than it had minutes earlier.

“By the way, my name is Mitchell. Mitchell Keller. I’m Nigel’s boss, so to speak.”

Raven didn’t know if she should trust Mitchell Keller but at the moment Keller seemed a better option than Teryl and her psycho brother. She stepped inside the mansion and disappeared behind the giant doors.

***

The men in black G.I. Joe outfits slammed Rafe Martinez into the side of one of their dark black SUVs. There was a string of them lined up one after another outside the tiny cabin and about ten guys hoisting guns large enough to shoot through the side of a building.

“I’m impressed boys. Quite a little arsenal to capture little ole me.”

One of the men behind him pistol whipped Rafe in the back of the head. It took only a minute for him to shake off pain. He’d learned over the years how to channel his thoughts away from the pain. Blood dripped down a gash at his temple. He wiped the trickle of red that pooled at his lip.

“Watch it, bucko. It took me a long time to look this pretty.”

Another G.I. Joe slammed the back of Rafe’s knees with a police baton. He pitched forward landing hard against SUV leaving a slight dent.

“Ah, sorry about that. My bad.” He stood and surveyed the scene. Theresa walked out of the cabin looking as if she was colder than the water rushing in the Mississippi River. “I guess the good ole boys aren’t quite as good as they used to be,” Rafe said snidely. “You’re going to have to do more than that to get me to talk. And even if I did talk. I don’t know what I’d say since -- Oh, yeah, I don’t know anything!”

Another trooper started to attack when Theresa stopped him.

“He’s right. He doesn’t know anything. We have more important things to do tonight.”

Darien Wolfe who had remained suspiciously silent for the last few minutes nodded his head. “Let him go. Unit One, take Mr. Martinez and drop him in the middle of no where then meet us back at the convergence point.

Two G.I.’s shoved Rafe into a SUV with a black bag over his head and sped away.

“That man tried to save my life,” Theresa said.

“It looks to me like he was trying to do more than that,” Darien shook his head. “I know your compulsions in your sexual activity. I’ve been privy to them more than once so I can put this aside, just this once. The next time you decide you must have sex with someone, make sure they have the proper security clearance.”

Theresa saluted Darien. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t give me those I’ll-make-it-up-to-you eyes, Shea.” Darien chucked. “Sometimes you’re more trouble than you’re worth. But your kind of trouble I’ll take any day. Get in the car and let’s go.”

***

“Who’s there?” Victor Cross asked the empty room.

Lita Martinez watched Victor and smiled. This game was better than she thought it would be. She’d never seen Victor spooked before. It gave her a feeling of power. She was about to reveal herself, dressed in her favorite sexy outfit, but stopped to touch up her lipstick when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Damn,” she whispered. Lita didn’t want anyone interrupting her playtime with Victor.

Victor studied the room with a frown and crossed to the door. Behind it was Melanie Peel.

“What do you want,” he said with displeasure, turning away from her and pouring himself a bourbon.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me considering I’ve inserted myself in one of the top secret branches of the Knights Foundation.”

“Can I get you a drink, Mel?” Victor gestured toward the hefty bar at his disposal.

“Nah, I need to keep myself awake and ready. I’ve got a lot to do if I’m going to help Angel hack his way into the Immortal Code.”

“Do you have anything I can pass on to my operatives?”

“No, but I will -- soon.”

“Then why, pray tell, did you visit me in the middle of the night at my home if you had nothing.” Victor frown was menacing.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Melanie walked nonchalantly toward the area Lita was hiding. Lita backed farther into the hallway out of view. Suddenly she turned around and faced Victor.

“You gave me a mission and it’s been quite an unsatisfying one.” Melanie unzipped the dress she was wearing and shoved it off her shoulders letting it drop to the floor. She threw her hair over her shoulder. As Victor stared at her body, she looked directly at Lita. “Sorry” she silently mouthed. “He’s mine.”

“Are you interested in some mutual fulfillment,” she whispered in his ear pressing feather kisses up his jaw. “Paul Thomas has left me cold and I need to feel alive. Are you up for the challenge?” She chuckled.

“My that’s quite an offer. Let’s defer to the conference room for some negotiation.”

Lita cursed as she watched Victor lead Melanie into his bedroom. Damn that interfering wench! She’d find a way to get even with her if it was the last thing she’d do.

***

“You have to leave the kid alone, Teryl.” John Ellison told his sister once they reached their alternate location.

They’d selected many hideouts around Athens this one was quite elaborate and belonged to one of Victor Cross’ European colleagues. The estate was massive but still close enough to the city to be a perfect hideaway.

“Don’t you have an article you need to be writing? Why don’t you leave me and Mr. Bennett here alone for awhile.”

John sighed. He couldn’t reason with her when she was like this.

“All I ask is you don’t kill him.”

Teryl smiled as she slammed the door on John. “If he dies, it won’t be from a bullet.

Nigel backed away, his hands tied behind his back. There was no place to go and no where to hide from her.

“Isn’t this a little extreme?,” Nigel squeaked. “I thought you had a thing for Mackenzie.”

“Oh, I do. But you’ve got quite a physique on you and I wouldn’t want to miss out experiencing such prime meat.”

Teryl ripped at Nigel’s shirt showing his six-pack abs. “Mmmm. I had a feeling you were hiding something premium under those stuffy clothes.” his shoes and pants went to the floor next.

She kissed his neck and he jerked away but she could tell he was into it. He was almost a laughable sight with his socked feet scurrying across the room in only his jockey shorts and ripped dress shirt.

She wrapped the tie around his mouth and discarded all of her own clothes but her peach bra and panties.

Then she reached for her PDA and opened a dialogue window. She took a video of Nigel cowering in the corner with practically no clothes on then sat the device on the dresser and pointed it at the bedroom.

Teryl smiled and waved for the camera, then grabbed Nigel’s bound hands and drug him backward into the bedroom. He couldn’t scream for help but grunted as she threw him across the bed and crawled atop him.

“Come on, Nige. Let’s give Mac a show.

***

Alicia Scott could hardly believe she followed Darien when he left her at the Legacy Infirmary. She wasn’t one of those strong women she read about in novels. She was damn scared and she knew that someone else could be in danger. She wasn’t sure who that someone might be until she spied Darien and a band of troopers drag a man against his will into an awaiting SUV.

“Alicia,” she said to herself. “This is the most insane thing you’ve ever done.” The breath came quicker in her breast as she trailed a good distance behind the SUV that had veered away from the rest. The was the car with the prisoner inside.

They drove almost half an hour when the SUV slowed and a long black sack was shoved out the side door. The sack hit the road with what looked like a sickening thud.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Alicia hid her car behind a grove of trees. The SUV spun their wheels and spit rocks at the man who was already trying to escape the bag.

Within a minute the SUV was gone and another rush of traffic came toward the long black sack. She gunned her engine and sped over vegetation, large rocks and fallen tree branches then skidded around in front of the man who was now half out of the bag.

She thrust open the passenger side door. “Get in!”

Rafe stared at her with awe. “Alicia?”

***

Mackenzie Gray heard his PDA ringing and jumped out of the shower. He was waiting in his hotel room for more intel from either Paul or Harry. Neither was being very forthcoming at the moment. Nikki was off getting a drink in the hotel bar and stewing after he handcuffed her to the bed earlier in the day. He had no choice. He didn’t want anyone he cared about in danger, especially someone who was on the list of operatives compromised by the hole in the Immortal encryption code.

“This better be good,” Mac said before seeing who was calling.

He heard the moans and sexual sounds coming from the PDA. At first he thought it was a crank call but then he heard Nigel’s voice yelling like a girl to leave him alone.

His PDA had logged the call as from an unknown origin but he knew who was on the other end of that call. He would recognize that body anywhere.

Nikki Carpenter walked into the room and swayed a bit. Mac barely glanced at her.

“Did we get any more mission parameters?” Nikki asked. She spied over his shoulder and saw the crawling over the man on the bed.”

She slapped him on the back. “Are we into porn now, Gray?”

“Sober up, Carpenter. It’s Teryl and she has Nigel. Look for yourself.” He thrust the PDA into her hands as he grabbed his gun and stuck it into his holster.

“We’ve got to find him.”

“Hey --” Nikki said slurring her speech. “I know where that place is. I worked undercover there on an assignment back in my rookie years.”

Mac held Nikki by the shoulders and shook her. “Tell me how to get there, Nikki.”

She smiled wickedly. “No.”

“No?”

“You’re not leaving me behind this time.”

Mac didn’t have time to argue. “All right. But I’m driving.” He grabbed the keys to his rent-a-car and marched toward the door. Then he turned and looked at Nikki. “Coming?”

“You bet.”

***

Rafe could hardly believe that Alicia had come to his rescue. He didn’t even realize she knew he existed.

“Are you all right?” Alicia asked. She stared at the gash in his temple and the tender way he was fingering his ribs.

“A little bumped and bruised, but I’ll be okay.” Rafe glanced over at her, she was one of the most beautiful things he’d seen in a long time. Not including the tramp he’d fished out of the river for no reason at all. “How did you know they had me.”

Alicia kept her eyes on the road, her shaking hands held the wheel with a steel grip.

“I didn’t know it was you,” she said, honestly.

“Then why?”

“It was Darien. He got a call while we were together.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him. “I decided to follow him and saw them attack you.”

Rafe started to give her his thanks when a car came out of nowhere and slammed into the side of them. Rafe slammed his head against the dash and Alicia’s chin grazed the steering wheel. Glass shattered and metal bent as the truck shoved them to a precipice.

Neither screamed as they teetered on the edge of a drop off. They were both out cold.


***

Next Time....
Harry follows Theresa to a known Black Council hangout.
Evie is captured by the Black Council operative who was driving their taxi.
Tony awakens alone in the taxi.
Rafe and Alicia awaken to grave danger.
Angel escapes but finds himself in more danger.

Ambrose

I've been working on one of the mini-series of The Legacy called "Ambrose". I've been re-working it a bit with more emphasis on Michela's past and how Mila is involved in it along with a mysterious facility called Alpha Site located on the outskirts of Gateway City.

I've just written two new episodes. One called "Mysterious Son" and the second called "The Road To Alpha Site".

I'd love it if you'd check out my new episode of Ambrose that I've posted called Cornered.

Lucky confronts both Michela and Piper inside ForeCross.

Carlos leaves Caine and Roanna with a little present ... a bomb, and takes Quentin to another location.

Austin rushes to the hospital to set up his alibi for his wife's accident and to get a little bit closer to Diana.

Stone and Mila have an unexpected visitor follow them home.



Also, I posted a new episode of Web of Lies.

Avery gets a hostile visit from Tucker while Trey later threatens her. Could Trey be Casanova?

Jaxx gets together with Charlie's best friend, Sydney in order to find answers about his sister, Joy.

Charlie is stuck in a car with Asia and Cole and she gets a very bad feeling about them both. Then they stop the car and pick up a stranded motorist... Jordan. Charlie's wild child sister.

Karen discovers that Erik and Adam have lost Paul.

Hope you enjoy the mystery of Ambrose and Web of Lies!

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Shattered - Episode 10- Guardians of the Knight

Shattered
Episode 10: Guardians of the Knight

Everything seemed to be a struggle. His legs didn’t work properly, his arms moved as if in slow motion. Something definitely was up. Phoenix wasn’t sure how long he was out, but judging by the lethargic nature of his actions, not to mention his thinking, it had been some time.

He placed a hand gingerly to his forehead, then his aching neck. He felt like he’d been put through the ringer -- backwards -- and twice.

Looking up didn’t seem to make his head feel any better. In fact, the lights seemed to glare down on him making his headache worse.

“For someone who’s not a real agent,” Phoenix Gray murmured to himself. “The once-over *and* the twice-over? This is a bit much, don’t you think?”

He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular since he was the only person in the room. It merely felt better to talk out loud. It seemed to keep him awake longer. The days in this place weren’t the easiest to endure, but the memory loss seemed to make it easier. Every time he awoke, he couldn’t remember much of what had happened the day before.

He was sure they must be drugging him. Each day blurred into the next. He wasn’t certain how long he had been there. And this place, this prison, was the oddest thing of all.

He wasn’t locked into his room. The door opened easily. The room itself was a marvel of decorating finesse. Phoenix gave it two thumbs up for having that comfy-homespun feeling. It was easy to forget he was a prisoner, which, he was sure, was the purpose for the elaborate room. Or cell, depending on how you looked at it.

His back pressed into the comfortable mattress as lights began to dance in front of his eyes. “No, not yet. I’ve got to stay awake!”

He rotated off the bed and fell onto all fours. The hardwood floors slammed into his knees forcing him to immediately roll on his back. He spit out a muttered curse and rubbed the pain.

He arched his back off the freezing floor, but it jostled him enough that the blood began pumping faster through his body. His drooping eyes opened wider until he could get a good look into the hallway. All he could see was that one wall of his room was a large viewing window.

He was a rat in a cage!

Behind the window stood a woman with red hair raining down to her shoulders and a haggard man with wild, white hair. He kind of reminded Phoenix of Doc Brown from ‘Back To The Future’ except he was sure this man didn’t have his best interest at heart.

The woman whispered something to him that Phoenix couldn’t hear. He strained his eyes to get a better look at her. When he focused in on her, he was surprised by what was staring back at him.

“Mom?”

***

Faith gasped and hauled her fist back. She wanted to slug him, she really did, but he had just saved her life.

“Marcus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I know I deserve whatever hell you want to rain down on me, but why don’t we discuss it later -- when we’re not being chased by Black Council minions.”

She nodded and took his hand. They ran for what seemed like hours. The tunnels underneath Club Crave weren’t exactly the easiest to navigate. Faith Fairchild and Marcus Hunter stopped at yet another dead end.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Faith murmured. “I thought you knew where you were going.”

“Come on, Shiloh. You know me,” Marcus said with a chuckle. “I act first and seek directions later.”

“Shiloh? Who is Shiloh?” Faith leaned over at the waist trying to catch her breath.

“You’re kidding, right? It’s been your alias for the last three years. You took it after escaping from Bulgaria.” Marcus took a deep breath and looked down the darkened tunnel. His micro-flashlight was barely helping them in the pitch blackness of the area.

“What in the hell happened to me? I don’t remember you except for our past five years ago. And I have no memory of this Shiloh character.”

Shouts from the end of the corridor drew closer and heavy footsteps echoed down the tunnel.

“I would love to sit you down and tell you the whole story, but those Black Council idiots are closing in on us. It’s best if we find a safe house. Liz will meet us later.”

“What did they do to me, Marcus?”

He grabbed her hand and drug her behind him down the dim passageway. “Later, Shy. Later.”

She resisted. He knew she would. She was stubborn that way.

“I know they did something to me,” Faith yelled, scratching her chest. “I can feel it inside of me!”

Marcus knew he had only one option if either of them were to survive.

“Sorry about this, Shy.”

Her questioning glance lasted only seconds when he pushed a combination of pressure points on her neck. She crumpled and he threw her small body over his shoulder.

“I’ll pay for that tomorrow,” Marcus muttered. “But, at least, you’ll be alive.


***

The man with wild white hair thrust a paper in front of Phoenix.

“Read it!”

Phoenix angled his head up to the stranger.

“You captured me so that I could *read* to you? Is this some new type of psycho-torture? Because frankly, as torture goes, this is pretty lame.”

He glanced to the window where his mother stood staring at him then shrugged a shoulder toward her.

“Why don’t you have *her* read to you? I’m sure she’s all up on bedtime stories.”

His grandfather, Chandelor Knight joined his mother at the window.

“Great--” Phoenix said slowly. “It’s a family reunion.”

Knight pressed an intercom switch before him and leaned toward the microphone.

“Read the note, son.”

Phoenix,

Chandelor Knight *is* your grandfather by birthright. And your mother *is* alive and has been all these years. I‘m sorry for the deception. But at the time, it was the only solution. You must trust them in your time of need. If I’m not around, they will be your guardians.
Your Father, Graham Gray


It was an awfully convenient note as far as notes went. It didn’t say much and he didn’t believe a word of it. Knight may be his grandfather but gramps and his mother didn’t have his best interests in mind. In fact, his inner sense was screaming at him that his was all some sort of elaborate deception.

He knew he had to find a way out of the prison, and he had to find it soon before they drugged him into a stupor again.

“It’s my father’s handwriting,” Phoenix said. “At least, it *looks* like my father’s handwriting. I doubt he would have had time to write a note just to me and leave my sister, Scarlett, out of it. So, that makes me think that you’re trying to pull a fast one. The thing I don’t understand is -- why?”

***

Bobbie Sullivan followed when the red haired woman in the goth outfit led him into a secret passageway behind the bar. He wasn’t certain of her loyalties but his first priority was to get away from the Black Council.

“You’ve got to move a lot faster,” the woman yelled. “They’ll catch us if you don’t get a move on.”

“Where are you taking me? And a better question is, ‘who the hell are you?’”

“Just know that I’m one of the good guys.”

Bobbie shook his head. He knew from experience that the bad guys always said they were the good guys to get the dumb, inexperienced operatives to follow their lead and then lead them into danger.

“I have a contact out in the plaza. He can help us.”

Bobbie didn’t have a good feeling about this contact. He ducked his head as they exited out onto the plaza three doors down from the club.

“There he is,” Liz pointed at the man sitting casually on the bench outside the café.

Bobbie stopped short. It was Cameron Cash.

“Cameron Cash is your contact? Are you insane? Not long ago he was the security advisor to Julian Black.” Bobbie began to run in the opposite direction.

“No, wait!” Liz yelled. “He’s on our side.”

She turned around to run after him but Cameron came up behind her.

“Let him run. We don’t need his intel anyway.” He led her to the bathroom to the other side of the café. “Clean up. Change your look and we’ll meet up with Marcus. He should be safely away by now with the package in hand.”

Liz Hunter nodded. “Right away, I’ll be just a minute.”

Three minutes later, Liz looked like a completely different person. She resembled the typical American college student with a backpack she’d swiped from someone in the restroom and her normal straight light brown hair.

She strolled with Cameron down the plaza easily in sight of the Black Council minions they’d been evading earlier.

***

“I told you he wouldn’t buy the deception.” Esta Cooper removed the necklace from around her neck which effectively turned off the holographic image that made the world believe she was Roanna Ambrose.

Miles Hayworth, one of the top Knights Foundation scientists, nodded in agreement with Esta.

“You can’t keep him here hoping he might not run into Marcus or Liz or stop your plan for Scarlett. He’s bull-headed. You know that better than anyone.”

Esta thrust her hip out and secured her hand there.

“Phoenix is compromising the Echelon Project. Liz and Marcus are both a great success and you can’t let him any closer to finding out the truth surrounding his birth. The truth about Scarlett’s birth. About either of your son’s births. The legacy you have created here is greater than any one person.”

“You’re both right. I know, but he can’t be reprogrammed. We’ve already tried that.” Chandelor paced in front of the viewing window. “You have to understand. I can’t kill the boy. He’s like another son to me.”

Esta laughed. It was a harsh and ugly sound.

“You are deluding yourself, Knight. You probably even believe the lies you hock on your brochure for the Knights Foundation. We have a responsibility to the governments of the world. You can’t forget your mission.”

Esta put the holographic necklace back on and stepped into the viewing window in sight of Phoenix who was still lying on the floor.

“You’re not my mother, are you?” Phoenix said.

Esta turned to Knight who was about to leave the room. “And you think we don’t need to deal with him? He’s more intuitive than you figured. Your dash of psychic goo in his DNA mix is becoming a problem.”

“Don’t kill him, Esta. I’m warning you. You will regret it if you defy me.” Knight turned and strode out of the room and his loafers clicked down the hallway until he was out of earshot.

Esta turned back to Phoenix. “You’re very good, Mr. Gray. What gave me away?”

Phoenix shrugged. “Bad vibes. You don’t emit the same energy patterns as my mother, which is why I didn’t stay to chat when we were first introduced in Cameron Cash’s hospital room.”

She nodded. “You’re a very gifted empath. We‘ve known about your abilities for a while. We knew it was only a matter of time before you discovered them for yourself.”

“I don’t know what you call it, but I pay attention to my gut feelings.”

Phoenix glanced at the molding around the window. There had to be a way out of there that didn’t involve him going out the door. He had a bad feeling about the door. He figured it had to be rigged somehow. Everything about this place made him feel like he was a rat in a very complex maze.

“So, why me? Why me and my sister? What did you think you could get from us? Intel? That’s a joke.”

“The location of your father, of course. Gray has been very hard to track down-- as has his brother, Mac.”

Phoenix laughed and then coughed spitting up blood. He wiped his mouth and glared up at her.

“You must not have read up much on me and my family because if you had, you’d know my father doesn’t have a lot of interest in us. And frankly, the feeling is mutual.”

“You must know something,” Esta said, eagerly.

The woman was reaching. Phoenix found it rather pathetic.

“All I know is where I thought he would be -- the American Embassy -- surprisingly, he wasn’t there. But I’m sure you already know that. He hasn’t been there for quite a while.”

Phoenix lunged at the window and slammed his fist on the glass. The blood from his mouth smeared on the window.

“All your hard work has been for nothing. Satisfied? Now-- I have a question for you. Where’s my sister?”

***

Bobbie ran until he came to the underground railway. From there it was easy to hop a train and get safely back into the old Legacy Headquarters. He knew he would be safe down there, at least for awhile. That location had been abandoned three years earlier after an explosion decimated the building.

He had left certain hidden objects in areas only he was aware of. He let himself into the security office and switched on the monitoring system. At least, he’d be able to tell if someone had followed him.

There was a red light blinking alerting him that someone had entered Phillip Lancaster’s office. The windows overlooking the Com area were blown out and the shades ripped. It was easy to zoom into the office to get a better look.

Nadia Kassoff was pacing back and forth with a pained expression on her face. What was she doing in here? She shouldn’t even be aware of the location of this office. This was before her time.

But Nadia wasn’t the only surprise guest of the night. A man entered the office and Nadia rushed to him wrapping her arms around him. It took Bobbie a minute to discover the identity of the man but when he zoomed in on the face and focused the camera he jumped backward.

“Julian Black!”



***

Monday, July 17, 2006

Familiar Adversary - Part 8

Familiar Adversary

Part 8

"Where do you think you're going, little miss?"

The second man sounded younger, maybe mid-twenties. I hadn't seen his face yet, so I wasn't sure which bad guy he could be. I didn't think any of them were that young.

A face suddenly filled my vision. He had a shock of spiky hair colored in a checker board pattern of various dark blacks and vibrant yellows.

I know that hair. I created that hair for a very specific character and it surprised me that this character would be involved with the likes of a bad guy like Ian.

"No way!" I shouted. "Echo? You can't be evil!"

Echo laughed. "Evil? Of course not. I'm not evil. At least no more evil than you are."

Echo turned to Ian and smiled. "She thinks I'm evil."

That's when Ian came back into my view. He spoke to Echo but looked directly at me.

"That's because she thinks we're behind everything that is going on."

A third voice joined the other two. This one was a young girl's voice.

"Don't' you think it's about time you gave her the 411 on the situation? She is, after all, the creator of us all." The girl giggled. "The characters teaching the one who created them. That's pretty cool, don't you think?" This voice belonged to Evie Raines from my series, Legacy of Spies.

I was completely thrown off guard. What was Echo and Ian and Evie doing working together?

Evie pushed the other two away and leaned over me. I was pretty much stuck where I was since the trio had shackled me to the bed where I was still lying on my back. I could only see straight up.

"You know what," Evie said. "I have a bug to pick with you. Why is it that you gave all these spy guys episode after episode of exposure but I get barely nothing. And... AND... I don't even get to meet the cool, dreamy spy guys? I mean, come on! Who was I really going to hook up with on LoS? I think we all knew that Tony Wolfe was on his way out and I doubt Mac would give me the time of day not when he has both Nikki and Teresa to contend with. And, by the way, you never did tell me who my sister is."

Evie crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't think that was very nice of you at all."

All I could do was stare at her since my arms were still clasped in bindings. The thoughts running through my head were bumping into one another. I was trying to figure out why I wasn't' dead and why they were talking my ears off. I was also a bit concerned about how they had come to know of my intentions for other characters like Tony Wolfe. And why they had banded together in the first place.

Seeing Evie there opened up the possibilities even wider. This wasn't just The Legacy. This was Legacy of Spies too. And most likely my entire Legacy Universe had been affected. It was boggling my mind.

"If you're all not mysteriously evil like my other main characters... why am I still tied up?" I was really getting tired of lying here like a victim.

Ian came over and sat next to me. "I needed a captive audience. I needed time to explain my position."

"Explain your position?" I mocked. "What position? In my story, you were evil."

"No," he said, defensively. "You hadn't completely developed my character yet. I had the * possibility * of being evil. I even heard a rumor running down the train of thought that you even thought I might be the real Ethan Fairchild."

I wanted to turn away but I couldn't. I felt open and exposed lying on a table like a slab of meat.

"There's no way you could know what I was thinking."

Another voice joined the mix, one decidedly British. "We're all thought forms in your mind. And with a person like you with a vivid imagination ... those thought forms sometimes communicate."

The British accent threw me off for a moment, but seeing Nigel Bennett from Legacy of Spies almost didn't surprise me.

"So, you know about every decision I've made about plotlines and character histories?" I had to find out as much as possible before I attempted an escape. I was already working on getting my hands loose from the bindings.

"We remember things that you remember. And like you, sometimes the memory of plotlines past begin to fade. Every character in your Legacy Universe is struggling for existence. You're forgetting about us and we don't want to be forgotten."

My mind was still a little boggled about how Ian could know I thought about the Bulgarian Underground lab from time to time and had more than once conjured the possibility that the wrong Ethan had escaped. And maybe a cloned Ethan had been sent into my universe instead of the true spy guy.

"There had to be a reason why you resisted making me completely evil," Ian said. "A reason why you held out the possibility that I could be one of the good guys."

"Stop reading my mind, Ian." Speaking to these guys was beginning to get a little spooky. Now they were catching onto my immediate thoughts. I didn't' know if that was good or bad. I guess it depended on if they were truly good or evil.

The biggest concern I had at the moment besides getting home was "who brought me here and how much damage had they done to my storyline?"

"I know you're full of questions, but I have just one. If your favorite character is Kevin Fairchild, why did you make Ethan your main spy?"

They all stared down at me with enquiring eyes. It was a little unnerving. But I was almost free of my bindings. I had been working to loose them the entire time we talked.

I hated being put on the spot. How did they know that I preferred Kevin over Ethan? This must be another display of their mind reading ability.

Ian leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Seems like we're all on the same train of thought doesn't it?"

"I don't know," I mocked. "Were you expecting this?" I had freed my hands and punched at Ian's face. I imagined him crumpling to the ground and reeled backward. The shock on his face was apparent. I had moved him without barely a punch. And I knew that the punch hadn't caused him much pain.

"How did you do that?" Ian asked backing away slightly.

"My train of thought is just a little stronger than yours. And like you said, I did create you." I mentally froze them all to the spot and then ran out the back door. I was probably making a mistake but I needed time to regroup and decide what to do next.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Legacy of Spies - more images up

Okay, more of the images are up on Legacy of Spies.

http://www.geocities.com/spy_legacy/

I'm becoming tres excited about this new, refreshed series. It makes me want to delve into the mystery of LoS.

I was also going through some old notebooks and found some of my first attempts at the Legacy. Back then I was calling it: Knights Foundation [The Legacy]. I thought about the name Knights Templar [The Legacy], that was back before anyone knew anything about the Knights Templar. Now it just seems to passe.

Anyway, I started writing a first person account (Kevin's persepective) of something I've tentatively called The Foundation: Secret Memories. I'm going back to my old, old cast. No Gia but instead was Tessa Wainright. And Nick Boyd (from BAON, By Any Other Name for those who aren't up on my series' initials). Also from that series is Angela whose original last name was Hastings and I wasn't happy with the last name of Seraph so I'm changing it back.

I'm sure that doesn't make sense to anyone but I'm still using Kevin (who is in a wheelchair), Ethan is still the super spy but the story focuses in on Kevin, the second banana who is laid up from an injury.

I've also put in Natalia West, a younger character but still in the spy game. And last but not least I've brought Philip Lancaster (previous co-director of The Legacy) back to life as the head of the agency.

I've given them my own pet names.

Ethan - Danger Man
Tessa - Ice Queen
Nick - Dark Prince
Natalia - Innocent Wildcat
Philip - no nickname but he does spend a lot of time down in what Kevin called his "batcave"

I'm just so happy that the creative wheels are spinning again. I've missed them greatly.

:clapping:

More later,

Toni

Monday, July 10, 2006

I've realized that much of why I'm not writing is that i can no longer hear the voices of my characters. I think that has as much to do with the casting as anything else.


To give myself a fresh outlook on Legacy of Spies, I'm recasting it.


Here's what I've got so far.


Mac Gray - Jensen Ackles

Nikki Carpenter - Ashley Scott

Theresa Shea - Evangaline Lily

Paul Thomas - Locke from Lost

Thad Gray - New character - Chad Michael Murray

Jack Darcy - Forbes March

Teryl Ellison - Karen Cliche (Lexa, Mutant X)

Victor Cross - (King Pin from Daredevil)

Evie Raines (Still Buffy)

Raven Martinez bumped to recurring

Nigel (Still Christian Anholt)

Tony Wolfe (bumped to recurring)

Darien Wolfe (bumped to recurring)

Raphael Martinez (bumped to recurring)


I wanted to focus in more on the Gray sibling rivalry. Graham Gray (Viggo Mortason) will play a subtle part but he has a role on The Legacy's Shattered storyline so he may not be in this much.


I was reading one thing in a writting manual... it said to keep the main character the main character. Don't bump him to the minor leagues when your story should revolve around him, especially a series character. I think that is where I failed in this series. I bumped Mac to almost a recurring status and I don't want that at all.


Take a gander at the site. I've put a few new bio photos up and a new cool graphic on the front page. I hope you like it.


http://www.geocities.com/spy_legacy/


Toni

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Storyline Consultants and Writers Needed

Storyline Consultants and Writers

Yes, can you believe it? I've finally realized that this web series stuff is tres hard to do alone. I miss the many brainstorming sessions I had with Sacha years ago (back in 1999). Yes I am *that* old.

I'm going to be looking for storyline consultants who don't necessarily want to write but want to see their name in lights. Are web lights very bright? And I'm also looking for episode writers. I want to write complete storylines for each episode. Think Alias or La Femme Nikita. Full, complete stories in each episode.

I want to get the season focused enough that I know exactly what missions/epiosdes are going on for each and every step of the way. I think organization will be good for me.

So if any of you know anyone who can led a hand to my trusty series. I'm attempting to dust it off and get the cobwebs out.

More later
Toni

Monday, July 03, 2006

Familiar Adversary - Part 7

Familiar Adversary


Part 7


Have you ever thought that if you went to sleep that when you woke up everything would be back to normal? I feel that way many times during my dreams. I don't know if you know this, but I'm notorious for having bizarre dreams. Maybe that's why I like to write fiction since I have such a vivid imagination. I don't know.


All I know is that I was dreaming of being strapped down, and then woke up and realized that I really was. The only pesky question running through my brain was the identity of who had captured me.


I hated being helpless especially at the hands of either one of those traitorous characters. But I was grateful for one thing... At least I was alive.


And another thing that kept my hopes up was the fact that my characters didn't seem as vicious under the influence of another writer's pen. If I had been her, I would have made them even more deadly than they already were. That fact made me question who was really behind this all. I knew it couldn't be one of the characters. They were make-believe. They didn't live, breathe or think for themselves. Someone else was pulling their strings. The question was... who?


I attempted to open my eyes a fraction of an inch in order to get a good read on my surrounds, but my captors, like me, seemed to be somewhat psychic, although, my psychic intuition hadn't been on my side lately. And I can't tell you how much it really sucks to have your own intuition go a little on the wonky side.


Ian Fairchild's intuition, however, happened to be working perfectly fine.


"You might as well open your eyes," Ian said in a rather smarmy tone. "I know you're awake." I could almost see the smirk on his face in my mind's eye.


I inwardly sighed. I almost think I preferred to be captured by Gia. At least I knew in what area her psychoses laid. Ian ... well he was somewhat of a mystery. I hadn't created much of a back story for him so he could possibly do anything. The only thing I could cling to was the fact that Ian had seemed somewhat normal before his past with Faith had been revealed. And that past had never truly been confirmed. Because if Ian was all that I imagined him to be... I could be in big trouble.


Not that I thought Gia would be a better option, mind you. Both options were equally nasty and depressing fixes to be in. And as it seemed Ian wasn't going away any time soon, in fact, from the smell of it, he was fixing breakfast.


"What did you two do? Flip a coin to see who would get to torture me first?" I struggled with my bindings to let him know that I wasn't happy about being tied up like a crazy mental patient.


"Nah!" he said casually. "The FO's came in to led me an assist against Gia. Thank you, by the way. We had no idea Gia's character had been compromised along with the main spy guys: Ethan, Kevin and Michela."


"Oh, no problem," I mocked. "I love helping a stark raving lunatic."


Ian chuckled. And to make it worse, that laugh sounded damn sexy. "Easy now, kitten. Let's not get carried away."


God I hated this. Not only did he sound like Ethan. He looked like him too.


"Why couldn't I have created an ugly evil twin? It's so much easier to hate someone who looks the part."


Ian came closer, standing over me. I could feel his breath on my cheek. "Was that some sort of backward compliment?" He quickly turned away, looking over his shoulder. "I think she's breaking down. Heck, I think she deep down really likes me."


I tried to see an evilness in his grin, but darn it! That grin was looking almost charming.


"I can't take this," I said. "If you're going to be evil, be evil! Don't pretend to be a productive member of society."


"Oooh," said a second voice. "She's a feisty one. Harsh, but feisty. Why don't you do her a favor and put her out of her misery."


I gasped. "Wait! There's no need for that." I struggled with my restraints. I had to get out of there and I had to get out of there now. I didn't want to imagine what they both had in store for me.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Purgatory or Alpha Site ... you decide

I've been contemplating another mini-series for the Legacy. This one is called "Purgatory".

There is a small town in the Midwest called Purgatory. There isn't much to do in this town. One stop light, one movie theatre that plays shows popular three years ago and a newspaper that has one issue a month. Everything is unassuming here... or is it?

Purgatory holds a secret. That secret is AlphaSite, one of a series of super secret strongholds that house another set of Legacy agents. This set is more of a supernatural aspect.

Shayne Michaels is a cynical cowboy who has never outshined his movie star brother Chance (from Darkstone Secret Agent). Chance is the worlds most popular actor. How can Shayne compare? Now one of Chance's co-stars is in dire need of a little supernatural ghostbusting and Shayne and AlphaSite are up for the assignment.

So as you can see, a lot more goes on in Purgatory than meets the eye. Even a nosy teen reporter named Rita Logan and her friends Woody, Casey and Jordan can't keep out of the excitement when a superstar enters their midsts. They have to uncover why such a movie mavon would come to their no-where town.

See what develops in Purgatory. After all, it's a life sentence.

What do you all think of that one? I'm getting more inspired by the minute.

Maybe I should just called the series AlphaSite like I first intended. What do you think?

Toni

Friday, June 30, 2006

Monday, June 19, 2006

Familiar Adversary

Part 6

I knew there was something weird about my experience in the alternate world. I could not accept the fact that I would ever turn evil. I mean, come on... Me? Evil? How asinine a thought is that? I knew for a fact that I would never turn evil. And some Make Believe Me was not going to convince me of that fact either. My nemesis was not myself. That woman was a big time imposter!

I watched as she fired at me and Thornton with such gleeful abandon. There again was another reason that could not be me. I would never try to kill myself.

The bullet zipped past us going wildly into the bushes. She wasn't a very good shot. Neither was I. So in that aspect we were the same. Dang.

I glanced at her again. Her face was made up with a sparkly kind of makeup. Not my style at all.

I slapped Thornton on the shoulder. "I can't believe you thought that phoney was me."

Thornton fired back at the woman nicking her in the arm. "I had nothing to base the real you on, so sue me. There was no way I could really know what you would be like. I accepted what was put before me."

I shook my head. "I thought you were a better spy than that."

"Obviously not since you keep nixing my progress at every avenue."

I shot him a wry smile as the Other Me cried out in pain from the bullet wound. "You're going to pay for that!" she shouted.

He chuckled. "What is she going to do? Write a red herring into this strange mystery?"

"As soon as you're gone," she screamed in misery. "As soon as you're gone, everything will go back to normal."

"Everything?" I whispered to Thornton. I call him Thornton because that's the secret middle name I had given to my super spy character, Ethan.

In case you've forgotten the players in this mystery, Thornton is the real, flesh and blood Ethan Fairchild. Apparently, he's a bit perturbed at me since I've ruined his life by posting his story on the internet. How the heck was I supposed to know there was a ëreal' Ethan Fairchild? I guess I'm more psychic than I realize.

"I knew what used to be normal," Thornton said. "But you changed overnight."

"You mean she changed overnight. Not me. That is not me! How many times do I have to say it before I get it through your lunk head skull? That is not me, nor has it ever been me. She's an imposter."

I don't think Thornton was quite accepting my theory. I based this observation on the fact that the temperature had dropped about ten degrees in the last few seconds around the area where we were hiding. Men! They have such a hard time admitting when they're wrong.

"Can't you see that she's changing? Look at her. Even now, before our eyes, her wardrobe has become more dark and dastardly. She's revealing her true colors. Now that I'm here, I'm sure it's harder for her to maintain her disguise."

"Disguise?" Thornton looked at me with glassy eyes.

"Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying? That woman is NOT me!"

I heard my adversary's gun discharge. And this time it came precariously close to my head.

"Watch out!" Thornton yelled, pulling me backward out of harm's way. "She means business. She wants us both dead."

I snuck another look at the Alt-Me. Her hair was beginning to change color now to a vibrant red.

"That's what I don't understand," I said. "Why would she want you dead too? I think she's created this alternate reality in order to keep you both together. She should want you to live."

"Maybe she's jealous of your relationship with me." Thornton gave me a smirk that for a second reminded me of Ethan's evil twin, Ian. But I shook that thought off quickly. I seriously did not want to delve into anything concerning Ian Fairchild.

"We don't have a relationship," I shot back after stumbling over the image of Ian swimming in my head. "I created Ethan Fairchild from bits of information deep in my psyche. If she was really me, she would know that."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that it's most likely that she's someone from your past. You're her focus. She only wants me dead because of you. She's used my story to draw you into her web."

"You're crazy," Thornton said. "This is not about me. It's YOUR story!"

"Not exactly. It's my Legacy universe, but the characters have been altered. She's writing them in a new way, controlling them."

"Can't you get back in control of them so they're on our side?"

I smirked. "Oh, so now we're on the same side?"

I dodged another bullet and somehow landed in Thornton's arms. I began to push him away from me, but then I noticed something on one of his wrists. It was a red stain. A birthmark. Ethan didn't have a birthmark. So Thornton shouldn't have a birthmark either. The image of Ian came back into my mind screeching to a halt in my mind's eye.

I pulled back from him quickly putting as much space between us as possible.

"Oh, my God! Get away from me!" I screamed.

He could see that I knew his secret. "I can explain."

"No you can't. You're not the real Ethan Fairchild. You lied to me. You're ... You're ... Ian!"

I stumbled backward and straight into the path of one of my adversary's bullets. It came at me in slow motion as it slammed into my shoulder. The pain was immense but not as bad as the fear in my gut. I looked for a way out. Any other avenue to scramble to. It was then I looked at the one who had shot me. She no longer looked like me. She now looked like another person I knew.

"Gia?" I gasped. "You? Why is it you?"

I stumbled backward and tripped over a rock as both Ian and Gia advanced toward me. The rock caused me to stumble and I fell hitting my head on a rock. The last thing I remember before I passed out was seeing their feet so close to me that I knew I was soon going to be dead at the hands of one of them. Maybe they'd even have to fight for that honor.

I could only pray that I'd wake up alive by some miracle. Maybe someone would come to save me, someone I would never expect. Maybe another character from another story. Or maybe we would start this scene all over again and I would keep the knowledge that it was Ian and Gia who were in league together against me.

I don't know. If I wake up tomorrow, I'll find out.

To Be Continued in Episode 7

Please email me and let me know what you think of this episode

toniwalker@hotmail.com

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Yeah! I've actually remembered my name and password and now I can post all my fun Legacy goodies here at Blogger.com.

Don't forget to come and visit me over at my website www.geocities.com/legacy_adventure
That's where all the Legacy spy stories are.

Once again... YEAH!

Toni

Tuesday, December 30, 2003