Ofana

by Clay Moore

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One - Baby sitting Ofana

  How Far are you going to go

  At Home with Felicity

  knickers in a wad.

  Saving the life of the Ofana

  two conspirators

  Chapter Two - Welcom to Giesling Waiting for the help

  Brian on the spot.

  Oases of Omer

  Training

  Chapter Three - Hamrehan The Road to Hamrehan

  Attack on the Library

  Attack on Brian

  Anton on Giesling

  Chapter Four - Condit On to Condit

  The Sultan of Condit

  Humting the Hunter

  The Nuclear option

  Chapter Five - Speech at Deadsprings The Nuclear Option Taken

  Jasmine joins the team

  At the Hotel

  Speaking Sense

  Chapter Six - Straight Talk at Konrabi On the Road to Konrabi

  The Wizard of Gieseling

  Sudden news

  Confessiojn is Good for the Soul

  Chapter Seven - Market Place Banter. Snipers!

  Plans that Fail

  A Wart on the Road

  Yellow Girls

  Chapter Eight - On a soap Box Nuclear Olans

  Market Speak

  A Cut in thr Market

  Finding love for Brian

  Chapter Nine - The Von Ribbon Crew Another Grav-Rodder Club

  Von Ribbon

  jasmine ordered to escape

  Chapter Ten - Eden on Giesling Jasmine escapes

  Killing the snake in Eden

  The Cinderella test

  Bomb plans

  Chapter Eleven - University of Giesling Faculty Bungalows

  :Plans

  April working out

  Bomb Technician

  Chapter Twelve - The Long Day of Amelia Grace Stegitz On to Gieseling City

  Shopping with Ofana

  Set up the Bomb

  The Ghost Regiment

  Chapter Thirteen - A Pleasant day's Journey into Tomorrow Set the Bomb

  Form the Ghost Regiment

  Ofana Speaks

  Defusing the nuke

  Ambassador Plenipotentiary

  Chapter Fourteen - Victory is sweet, and defeat is bitter Victory

  Defeat is sour

  Cortege Flight

  Navy {ays Tribute

  Black Knight

  Chapter Fifteen - Around the Universe in Three days Bereavment Leave is Shit.

  Dinner for two.

  How the Emir talks to Brian

  Purple is Amelia's favorite color

  Dinner Party for two

  Amelia's Will

  Chapter Sixteen - Finding Love at the Debriefing Dual debriefing

  OFANA

  Clay Moore

  Copyright © 2019 Clay Moore

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN:1073048359

  ISBN-13: 9781073048359

  For Pam, the love of my life for whom I would perform the Black Knight Ceremony

  CHAPTER ONE

  Baby sitting

  Her Royal highness Amelia Grace Stegitz, known by her title Ofana followed closely the men and women who were trying to make her seem safe. The men who had stood at the last minute and riddled their grav-cars with bullets were met with fire from Her protectors. Two of her protectors had died as a result of her unwitting choice of words. Who knew that referring to these soldiers of fortune as Miner-like would have so unfortunate a consequence.

  Then she remembered that she had resources of a rather violent nature. She ducked into a corner of this building. She took out her personal Hypercom. She turned it on. It sought for the Satellite in this area of space. The device changed tone indicating a live feed. She dialed her father’s direct line. He answered it directly.

  “Susuka, why am I receiving this? You were supposed to deliver Giesling into the alliance.”

  “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t understand those people. I may have screwed it up. I need some help.”

  “What kind of help?”

  “I need HIM.”

  “He may not be available. You know that they are used very sparingly.”

  “I need him, Da. They are shooting at me.”

  “If he is available, I will send him. He also has the right to turn down missions.”

  “Dad, I need him—”

  Her Hypercom ran out of power.

  Brian watched Felicity address the golf ball. Brian stopped paying attention to the game when she did the splits showing his favorite part of her body. Even with her newfound advantage she was still losing. Brian walked up to her. He felt Felicity’s ass which caused her to sink the put. She wheeled on Brian. Then a sudden blast of air announced the arrival of Director Sylvester and her Limo.

  It looked grim for someone somewhere. This is one of those ostentatious displays that the Director kept talking about. Brian ambled over to the Director. She did not move one inch, and. She did all the talking.

  “I need you. You were specifically asked for at the highest levels.”

  “What happened the Emir lose his favorite polo pony?”

  “Something along those lines. Get in the car, and I will explain.”

  Brian turned around. He tossed Felicity the keys to his gold-colored Aponte grav-car. She caught the keys. Then he blew her a kiss.

  Inside the limo grav-car, he sat next to Carla.

  “I’m sorry that I had to do that to Felicity. You talk about teamwork, and it is her and us. Her arrests are up, and our list of enemies is going down.”

  “Then why I am here?”

  “Our enemies list has gone up.”

  “Who?

  “It’s a gang on Giesling.”

  Send a fleet and drop a platoon on them.”

  “Won’t work. There is a problem. The Emir has sent the Ofana. He hoped that she could break through the noise and confusion and maybe speak with the Emir’s authority.”

  “If that’s her plan, then she’s been captured, or fired upon.”

  “Well, you are well along in understanding.”

  “Yeah, no woman with a great pair of tits will be able to diffuse the situation. She has to have a great pair of tits and a plan.”

  “You provide the plan?”

  “I don’t know if I want this. The Ofana is number two behind Kandi Kane as a party girl. She does not strike me as the kind that could punch someone in the face.”

  “Don’t say anything until you heard the man himself.”

  “We are going to see the Emir.”

  “He understands that we don’t push our Special agents into doing things that they don’t believe in.”

  “Hey Scott, we are going to see the Emir.”

  “I know, and it thrills me.”

  Brian smiled. They were coming over the watershed that holds the Emir’s Palace and the Parliament building. Carla’s Limo was flying to the large neoclassic house. The Limo landed on a space delineated by a line of lights. The driver opened the passenger door. He helped off Carla Sylvester. Then came Brian who refused the hand up.

  Brian followed Carla who must have been here before. She negotiated the house as if she were a habitué. Finally, they came to personal Bodyguard for the Emir. The Emir was sitting behind his desk. He was reading documents in paper format, and he saw Carla walking in with Brian, but was surprised by the lack of something. As he studies Brian, it came to him. “He is not wearing a suit.”

  “I was taken a by surprise. I wear the suit only when on a mission.”

  “What is that you are wearing.”

  “Your Majesty, this is what I wear to golf in.”

  “Were you not in
volved with Kandace Kane.”

  “Yes, Majesty. I am now involved with Felicity Danforth, again.”

  “I wanted you to help me refresh my knowledge of you.”

  “Always glad be of service, Majesty. What is this about?”

  “Carla said something about keeping you in the dark. I think I know why. This is about my daughter.”

  “The Ofana?”

  “You are remarkably up-to-date about my family.”

  “Majesty, knows of my proclivities?”

  “Yes, you are said to be an attentive lover.”

  “I thank your majesty.”

  “My daughter would like a job of consequence. The reason for these thoughts on her side is she recently started to understand I am getting older. She knows that that Eridani is a Primogeniture state. Only the Oldest son inherits. There will be nothing left for, except for the little I can leave her. One of those won’t satisfy her penchant for shopping. So, she asked me to send her somewhere where she could make a difference. She asked, and I had something.”

  “Where did your majesty send her?”

  “Giesling.”

  Even Carla’s even temper was affected.

  “I know what was I thinking of. Quite simply, I believe that Amelia can be a wonderful diplomat. I also believe that the Ofana might come to mean something other than the fertile one.”

  Brian almost did not make it through that part of the briefing.

  “I did not know that Ofana meant that.”

  “It’s been reinterpreted to mean Shining one. In reality, it means Princess.”

  “I understand your history, Majesty. What is it that you wish me to do.”

  “I would like for you to go to Giesling and return her to home.”

  Brian sat in his chair. He was thinking things through. Right now he was leaning to saying no. That was all he needed was another party girl who couldn’t keep their hands to herself.

  Carla said, “You’ve been too quiet for too long. Answer the Emir.”

  Brian had to dance around his mind a bit.

  “This is an Action Squad mission.”

  “It would be if she were captured and they were holding her for ransom.,” said Carla.

  “Actually all they would have to do is hold her. No ransom demand is required.”

  “Okay, I was waiting to hold it off. “My daughter is known to be a consummate lover. I will forgo punishment for defiling her. You both must agree upon whatever happens.”

  Carla got her back up. Brian had to calm her down.

  “This is from a practice done in ancient times. The woman’s value is as a chaste virgin. Sully that woman then you have taken value away. The Emir can demand reparations.”

  “Brian you got it correct. What say you?”

  Brian looked at Carla. “What are my chances of getting a mission if I say no to this Mission.”

  “Your chances are nil for at least a month. What are you waiting for.? A lot of shooting of bullets, a lot of shooting of love bullets what more do you want?”

  “How long do I have to prepare.”

  “You gotta be underway at five PM.”

  “To help you I am giving you a certain picture she had taken.” The Emir swiped something toward Brian’s Slate. Brian did not look at the picture, because he did not want to embarrass the Emir.

  Brian stood up and walked to the Limo. Carla tried to keep up with her erstwhile agent. Her shorter legs looked funny trying to take mincing steps. Brian turned around pointing the finger at her.

  “Do that again, and I will resign.”

  “For what.”

  “That man in there wants me to babysit his wild daughter on a world not usually friendly to Eridanians.”

  “They don’t have the highest tech.”

  “If this is a babysitting job, I’ll knock her out and fly home with her. I’ll frogmarch her as a prisoner. Then I am going to leave the Palace. If he so much as whines about the service, I will resign.”

  “The Emir is like you, Brian. He may let you resign, but he may not let you come back.”

  “If I am babysitting, then the Emir sees us as a different thing.”

  “Go back home. Talk with Felicity. She’s been long in the Emir’s service. She might have some insights. “

  Brian turned around and smiled. “I like her insights.”

  The Guard commander let out a closed-mouth laugh.

  “I like him too Scott. However, he is trying to resist the Emir. I’m going to talk to the Emir.”

  She walked back into the presence room. The Emir was marching in front of his petit throne. He saw Carla and slapped the top of the right armrest.

  “Don’t get angry with me, majesty, or you may have two resignations.”

  He nodded and subsided.”

  “Who does he think he is.”

  “He KNOWS that he is a Special Agent. He is supposed to get the most bang for our buck. He knows when someone is wasting his time, and you, Majesty, were most definitely wasting time.”

  “Tell her to tell him the real reason. He might find that worthy enough.”

  “I didn’t want to trust him with that information.”

  “Trust him with your daughter’s affections. You will find your trust paid back with fidelity. Brian stole a million ounces of gold from Planetary Interests. He could have kept it and been living the life of a king.”

  “I wondered at that.”

  “Maybe he has something else. He won over six hundred thousand marks. It’s so hard to keep track of which money belongs to whom. All of that is simply money for the Special Agent. This agent wants so hard to make a difference that he feels this mission is not worthy of his labor. Tell your daughter to run her situation through him. Tell her that she is permitted to dally with him. I think he will be pleased to accommodate her. It will make his tally of party girls two for two.”

  “I wondered why you let him go out with that woman.”

  “I don’t censor any man’s life. The job they do may need a little sexual contact to make them feel free. We do train them to watch out for a Mata Hari. When one of our Special Agents seems to be settling down, we feel like we can rest, except Brian. When he tries to come home, I wonder who he has back at home.”

  Brian nudged the door of his apartment open a little more. He used the polished floor to move. Brian slithered through the external doorway. He watched the woman move between the bathroom and his collection of towels. Each time she had a new towel piece. Finally, she stopped moving between the closet and the bedroom. When he stepped around, he was face to face with Felicity’s gun. She pressed the trigger twice. There was the welcome sound of the click, as she touched the trigger on the empty chamber.

  The only thing better was seeing the towels dropping off of Felicity’s body towel by Towel. Brian helped a couple of Towel’s drop off her body.

  “You’re so shameless. You think nothing of taking things off of me.”

  “Actually I think of a lot of things I would like to take off of you.”

  “Shameless.” The last Towel came off of her.

  “You want to talk about what the Emir said that has your panties in a wad?”

  “Not right now, I want to make love to you.”

  “I am always up for that,” said Felicity.

  Once again in the afterglow of sex, Felicity knew to let the magic work on her man. Soon he would talk. He would turn garrulous depending on how much of an outrage it was. There was a lot more touching by Brian. He played with his favorite toy on her body, the breasts.

  “Sometimes, I think that he is an asshole.”

  “Who is the asshole?”

  “The Emir.”

  “Brian! You didn’t resign?”

  “Came close.”

  “What was he going to make you do?”

  “He wanted me to look for his daughter on Giesling.”

  “Is she not worthy of rescuing.”

  “I get summoned to a babysitting job as if he o
wns me.”

  “He pays you a salary. I’d say he owns you Or is this about privilege?”

  “How do you get to know all about me?”

  “I have made a study of you.”

  “Damn Cop.”

  “You’re going to get all snooty because why? He has the money to hire a mercenary? Isn’t he accorded the same rights as all of us.”

  “You don’t fight fair.”

  “Perhaps she is correct. Maybe she can get another alliance together that we are involved in. Or is not having metal for new Aponte’s not a worthy enough goal.”

  “You definitely don’t fight fair.”

  “Perhaps, but I am sending you to that strumpet. I want you to remember what you have here.” She struck a pose which was a deliberate attempt to strike a pose she had seen in the dirty books.

  She made a shooing gesture for Brian to use his Slate. Brian held it to make use of every ounce of flesh she was showing. Then Brian flipped from this photo of Felicity and the picture of the Ofana. She used the same spread as Felicity. Brian showed her Ofana’s picture. Then her picture.

  “Why that hussy is using my template photo. Why do you have her naked picture in your Slate?”

  “This is what the Emir gave me in the hope I would fall in love with her over a picture.”

  “You’ve done so before.”

  “Okay, okay, don’t remind me.”

  “I never want you to feel poorly over falling in love. I think you said it was the natural state of man and woman.”

  “I did. Then you said a gentleman should propose.”

  “I did. I think the quote is A gentleman proposes when ready.”

  “Want a go again?” Then that has to be it. I got to run and hyper in the afternoon.

  Brian had his Suitcase out of the apartment and under the Tender mercies of Cody. He stopped off at headquarters. The main reason Brian was here was to make use of a new section of the Secret Service. He found out about it when they sent their circular. They were called Intentions. Using advanced probability, they could predict what was going to happen.