The Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventure 3 Book Bundle

by Jason Paul Rice

  Roxelle said, “You’re right. I should apologize for talking back to a man.”

  She walked over in front of him and said, “Look, I’m sorry…”

  Roxelle blasted the man across his cheek with a clenched right fist, knocking him back into the bar. He smacked into the two people next to him who jumped up, ready to fight. One of the men went after Roxelle, who flattened him with a straight left jab.

  Mayhem.

  A huge brawl broke out and Roxelle found herself right in the middle of it. She had only wanted to hit one man, but people kept coming after her and she had to handle her business. She found the fat guy who had been talking shit and grabbed him by the left shoulder and ploughed her right fist into his nose several times.

  Thick, crimson blood came pouring out of his wide nose as her right hand lunged for his throat. Several other brawlers came crashing into her and separated her from the balding man. The chaotic scene caused Roxelle to spin around several times to scan for her enemy.

  The short man appeared in front of her and held his hand in front of her chest. The fighting died down and nearly came to a stop as Roxelle held her hands up. She looked down the barrel of a white plasma blaster.

  The brawling patrons gathered around Roxelle and several people tried to convince the man to put down the gun.

  Roxelle said, “You sure you want to do this? If so, you better turn that thing straight around on yourself. I am worth more than a being like you could ever pay the fine for. So do you want to commit suicide?”

  The man’s hand was shaking, making Roxelle even more uncomfortable. He said, “How do you know how much I’m worth?”

  She answered, “I don’t. I know how much I am worth. I only know that I am a Level 1A Miner on Dia 447 and there isn’t anyone other than a sponsor who could afford that fine for murder. So kill me and you are just killing yourself.”

  The man said, “This planet is shit. Because you have a better job than me, that gives you a license to kill and I am powerless to do anything.”

  “You could get a better job.”

  “Bullshit. All the rules and regulations are bullshit. I should just do it anyway. Who cares if I die?” the man asked and looked around the bar. He seemed to notice that several people had their guns pointed at him.

  He started to back away from Roxelle and said, “I see how it is. I’m not going to do anything.” He pointed his gun at the bouncer and told him, “Open the door.”

  The bouncer obliged and the fat man slithered out backwards.

  Roxelle took a deep breath and sighed out straight relief. She looked around and made quick eye contact with Harrins and Mimick before turning away.

  She went back to the bar, glad to be alive and happy she wouldn’t have to pay another fine for murder. She hated the whole process of having to go through all the paperwork to get out of the cell. It normally only took a few days, but with her normal lifestyle, it was a major cramp.

  The night wound down and the siren rang again for everyone to leave. Roxelle stood with her back against the bar and no plans to go anywhere. The bouncers tried to chase out the last dozen patrons by the pool table as five other beings lurked at various spots along the long bar.

  Everyone left except for her and the people at the bar as the doors sealed shut and more security cameras popped out of the walls and ceiling. The servers, cooks and bouncers left through the back and a tall strong-looking man with yellowish skin popped out of a side door with a smile on his face.

  Roxelle spoke in a sober tone. “We lost Diandre today. We’re probably going to have to push back our date now. That puts us down two people on outside lookout duty. I don’t feel comfortable with only one person out there. I don’t even want to try it with two.”

  Glint Chesswell, one of the owners of the mining company, said, “Do we know anyone that could fill the void?” He looked around the table. “It’s only lookout, they don’t have to even know anything about the mission.”

  A few grumbles were heard but nobody could come up with any names.

  Marlowe Reed, a silver-skinned male with a dead left eye, said, “I don’t know anyone that can be trusted even if they didn’t know what was going on.”

  Roxelle said, “For the money involved here, we should have people lining up. We’re going to have to approach two people. Wish we had some stupid earth humans around. We could use them and they would have no idea what was going on. Advanced beings will be too suspicious.”

  The werelion named Harrins smiled, showing that some of his jagged teeth were missing. “We could kill humans too and not have to worry about paying the fine. Too bad there aren’t any aliens willing to abduct humans anymore and send them our way.”

  Mimick, the half-droid with laser-red eyes suggested, “Earth humans aren’t as dumb as most of you elitists think.”

  Roxelle snapped at him. “Shut up, you impish sissy. Nobody asked you anything.”

  Mimick lowered his head like a scolded dog.

  Boggle said, “So we know we have to get two more people for the mission, but is everything else worked out? Do we have the code to hack the warehouse alarms and automatic computerized weapons in and around the warehouse?”

  Glint Chesswell pushed the thinning black hair on top of his head back with the palm of his hand and said, “I got all that under control. I already have the code ready to launch the Intel-Driven Lasers that will help us bust through the protective shield around Soro Exxo.”

  Roxelle added, “A beautiful planet all to ourselves. We can use those ghosts as slaves if we want, but we just can’t let them get ahold of any of our weapons.”

  Marlowe said, “Haha, I’m shooting anyone that comes near me once we get there. That goes for all of you too.”

  Mimick asked, “Has the code been tested for the lasers? We don’t want to be stuck outside Soro Exxo for too long.”

  Roxelle said, “If Glint says the lasers will be ready to go, then they’ll be ready to go. I told you to keep quiet unless I called on you, mufucker.” She was always hostile toward Mimick.

  Roxelle was worried about losing two people from the mission. She could find anyone to do the job, but could they be trusted? She knew a lot of beings that would agree to the job and then report her to the authorities. It had been hard enough to find the original twenty-eight people that they needed to pull off this job.

  They had already gone over the plan in great detail and now they were only waiting to find two more people to help. The group talked for about another hour before Roxelle decided to go home. She took a quick ride on the raised track of the HyperLoop to get to her nice neighborhood.

  She punched in her security code and turned the knob on the door before entering. The big house was sparsely decorated because Roxelle hardly ever had company over. She walked into her living room and sat down on her long, black couch when an odd feeling hit her chest.

  Her heightened sense of smell detected the faint body odor of a man. She grabbed her gun from under the couch and headed down the hallway.

  She started to search stealthily around the house for a predator. She peered into her bedroom and found the culprit. She ran up behind the person and applied a choke hold.

  She asked, “What are you doing here?”

  A monotone voice answered, “You know exactly what I’m doing here.”

  She spun Mimick around and planted a powerful kiss on him that almost sucked his entire face in. She ripped his shimmering silver suit from his turquoise body and threw it aside. She threw the half-droid with robotic arms and legs onto the bed. Roxelle peeled off her red leather pants, but left her top and vest on. She never wore panties.

  She jumped up on top of Mimick and rubbed her sweet spot tantalizingly back and forth on his manhood, trying to get excited. Roxelle didn’t believe in love, only lust that would get her through the night.

  No kids, never married. She stroked his curved penis with her hand until it was hard and she slowly slid down on his member.


  She slammed down on him like thunder and immediately started with crashing thuds at a fast pace. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pounded away for about ten minutes. Roxelle opened her eyes and noticed the smile on Mimick’s face. She used one hand to help get herself off and the other to cover Mimick’s mouth.

  She wasn’t worried about him screaming, she was worried that he might say I love you. Roxelle usually took what she wanted sexually and moved on, but she had been carrying on this relationship with Mimick for years. Roxelle had started it because she and Mimick shared a similar low emotional level with Mimick and she didn’t think either being would get attached.

  Roxelle squeezed Mimick’s metal forearms and shuddered as a quaking orgasm followed. She leaned down and kissed him on his warm, glowing emerald cheek.

  “Thanks. Now get the fuck out.” Roxelle lay back as Mimick picked up his clothes. She thought about life on Soro Exxo and becoming one of the richest people in the universe.

  “Nothing is going to interrupt this honeymoon,” Trent assured Whitney as they sat on the beach, looking out at the incoming waves.

  “Do you promise?”

  Trent said, “Uh, uh, well…”

  Whitney stopped him, “Don’t worry, I won’t make you commit to something crazy like that. How bad do you miss little Lance?”

  The server dropped off two strawberry margaritas.

  Trent pushed the straw to the side and took a drink. He wiped the frosty drink from his lips. “To answer your question, I miss our son like crazy. I’m glad you said something first.”

  “What? You’re trying to be a tough guy about loving and missing your son?”

  Trent said, “I was just joking. Easy Broom Hilda.”

  Whitney sat back in her lounge chair and tried to relax. “I know. I’m just on edge without him here. This is supposed to be nice and relaxing but all I can think is how cruel we are for abandoning our eleven-month-old son for two weeks.”

  Trent laughed and lifted his sunglasses as the fire in the sky retreated behind a white cloud. He said, “Come on, Whit. Stop beating yourself up. You’ve been a great mom and taking a slight break isn’t going to hurt Lancelot. He’ll probably get more attention with your mom, Victoria and her girls than he would with us.”

  “That is a pretty good point,” she said and took a sip through the straw of her drink.

  Whitney leaned back. A huge flying object soared through the sky. The winged creature descended at an insane speed before crashing into the ocean and causing a splash of epic proportions. All the vacationers on the beach of the coastal resort started to point and talk.

  However, the beast never rose out of the water. The murmuring continued as a tall, lanky man with a golden complexion broke through the top of the water near the shore. Darominius shook his head like a dog to get rid of the saltwater.

  He approached the couple with a wide grin and tilted his head from side to side to get the water out of his ears. “It pains me to do this. I want nothing more than for you to enjoy a nice, relaxing vacation, free of worry. Unfortunately, the time has come for you to repay your loan, so to speak. Your space venture awaits.”

  Whitney had mixed emotions about the adventure now. When she had agreed to it almost two years ago, it was with the best of intentions. As time passed, she started to forget about the arrangement after the ghosts had held up their end of the bargain and showed the couple where to find the hidden treasure.

  In fact, they were using some of the recovered money for this vacation.

  “I guess it’s time to pay the piper.” She smiled halfheartedly at Darominius.

  Trent slid on his sandals. “When do we have to leave?”

  Darominius lowered his head and mumbled some incomprehensible words.

  “What did you just say?” Whitney asked as she sat up and dug her feet into the sand.

  The dragon shifter looked up with a serious look. “Right now. This space organization is about ready to strike. We tried to give you as much time as possible and because of that, we might even be too late. Let’s go down the beach where we can find a private area. Don’t worry about bringing anything with you. This shouldn’t take more than a fortnight. If it does, I will come back here and take care of your belongings.”

  Whitney was confused. “You want me to go like this, in my bikini? And him in just a pair of swimming trunks?”

  Darominius explained, “We have all the clothes you will need. Perfectly fitted to your bodies.”

  They walked down the white pebbles as the sounds of the waves crashing created a soothing song. They found a spot where Darominius could shift as dusk set in. Darominius transformed into a glorious golden dragon and leaned down so Trent and Whitney could climb onto his back.

  “You sure you don’t want me to shift so you don’t have to carry so much weight?” Whitney offered.

  Darominius shook his head slowly. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

  The lift off was a little shaky, like an out of control helicopter, but the dragon soon straightened out his upward path. They rose at a forty-five-degree angle before flying parallel to the ground. The wind whipped through Whitney’s long hair as they picked up more speed.

  The force of the wind started to dry out her eyes and she closed them when the dragon dove straight down. Immense pressure built around her temples and her brain threatened to explode. Suddenly, she was completely still.

  She opened her eyes and discovered that she was sitting at the dining room table in the castle of her ghost friends. The mother and father, Raquel and Roland, sat on one side of the rectangular table and the kids sat on the other. Richard and Ruth-Ann said hello to Whitney and Trent.

  Raquel said, “First of all. Congratulations on that healthy baby boy. I couldn’t be happier for the two of you.”

  Trent sat down at the table next to Whitney. “Thank you. I just hope this doesn’t keep us away from Lancelot for too long.”

  Raquel squealed. “Ooohhh, Lancelot, how cute. I’m glad to see that you have the agency nearly up and running already as well.”

  “With many thanks to our wealthy benefactors who shall remain nameless. So, the time has come for us to help try to save your planet?”

  The smile disappeared from Roland’s friendly face. “Unfortunately, it appears that way. A woman named Roxelle Idris is determined to pull off a diamond heist. She then plans to conquer our planet and turn us into slaves. She intends to use the diamond reserve to buy whatever she needs for the rest of her life. So we’ve heard.”

  Whitney asked, “I guess they figured out a way to get through the planetary shield?”

  Ruth-Ann answered, “That’s the part we aren’t certain of. But we know she is planning to attempt to break through our last line of defense and it scares the hell out of us. We can’t gamble on the chance that she might not succeed. We need her stopped. We need you two to stop her.”

  Trent opined. “It’s kind of crazy to hear that a woman in space can be that powerful.”

  Richard said, “Well it’s not really her who has the power as much as the owner of her company. Did either of you have a chance to study any of that interstellar information?”

  Whitney and Trent lowered their heads. They had been so busy with the baby and getting the agency off the ground that they hadn’t studied the electronic readers that had been given to them.

  Roland comforted them. “It’s alright, don’t worry about that. We have a friend who’s going to take you to Centimore for this mission. He is also going to give you a crash course while you are here to get you better prepared for this adventure. I know I use words like adventure and it makes this all seem like fun, but there is a very real possibility you may die out there and never return.”

  “Well, unfortunately, we kind of mortgaged ourselves out on this one and we have to make the payment. We don’t have much of a choice at all.” Whitney said in a somber tone.

  Raquel looked at Whitney. “I know we made it seem transactional fo
r you to help us with this problem, but you are parents now and we would understand if you were to err on the side of caution and turn us down. We might be able to find someone else to carry out this duty.”

  Trent said, “Really? Do you have someone else that could do this? That would be great.”

  Raquel closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “We don’t have anyone else right now, but we will find someone, somehow.” She tried to force a smile.

  Whitney knew what had to be done. She turned to her husband. “Trent, we have to do this. I hate to say it, but we owe it to the world and now it seems like the universe to do the right thing. How could we live knowing that our friends here are imprisoned by some crazy alien? Alien is a cool word out there right?”

  Richard answered with a chuckle, “Yes. Alien is quite acceptable. Being is probably preferred, though. Ozzie will go over all that with you in a little while, in that interstellar crash course.”

  Whitney and Trent sat in a small room as far as castles go and waited for their lesson. They relaxed on a comfortable green leather couch that Whitney absolutely loved. Touch screen monitors and ancient Egyptian art decorated the gray walls. Whitney and Trent stood up when the door opened.

  A tall man swathed in brown robes entered the room. The shoeless man with silver-tipped short brown hair seemed to be inspecting Trent and Whitney with his haunting emerald eyes. A well-kept beard framed his narrow face.

  He said, “My name is Ozzie Lambert and I am here to educate you on the basics of Centimore and its inhabitants.” He bowed and sat down on the chair facing the green couch.

  Trent and Whitney sat back down and eagerly awaited the lesson.

  Ozzie thumbed his beard at the tip of his chin and appeared to be consumed in thought. “Let me start by saying both of you are rather lucky. You will understand most beings on Centimore as they speak the same language as you. How, you are probably asking yourselves. Earth 43 is the universe’s experiment with free will. Your home is like reality TV for the universe. You’ll probably pick up on most of their lingo because it originated on Earth 43.”