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Clay and his fiercely independent, adopted teenage daughter Jenna look forward to their upcoming “homeland tour” to Russia. Jenna’s motives, however, are beyond anything Clay ever could have imagined. When she goes missing in Russia, his worst fears come true. And that’s when he learns she is not the little girl he thought she was. Their only hope now is to catch the Last Train Out.
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For most people, winning $300 million in the lottery would be enough. They would buy a big house, travel the world and retire. Not Benny. He decided to take the money and run … for President. The house he had in mind was the White House. He didn’t want to travel the world so much as save it … from politicians. Retire? “I’ll retire when I’m dead!” he would say, not realizing so many people had a retirement plan in mind that would make him very dead. Welcome to the world of politics, Benny.
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Riva, a beautiful young “black ops” agent on her first assignment, tries to turn Alex into her own “asset” just to prove she can. When he loses both his job and his girlfriend, she thinks he’s putty in her hands. When he decides to go out with a bang, she’s afraid she’s overplayed her hand.
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Long before winning the lottery and running for president, Benny was living in L.A. working as a temporary word processor (glorified typist). For his latest assignment, he thought he was taking just another temp job. He didn’t anticipate Venelia and the Dynamos. The what?
“I’m a computer programmer! I’m not stupid.”
Riva says, “You were a programmer … back in the States. Now you are just another stupid American tourist. Anyway, you might be smart with computers, but in real life, you are a complete idiot. All large, multi-national corporations have their own off-the-books crew of spies like me. Never heard of corporate espionage?”
“You’ve got a funny way of influencing people,” I say. “You threaten and insult the hell out of them. Does that work for you? Maybe they should send you to charm school, or at least salesmanship 101.”
It is after midnight, local time, when I arrive in Kuala Lumpur. I walk through the terminal and outside, catching a cab to my hotel. I check in and take the elevator up to my room. I seem to be recovering from one hell of a hangover, but don’t remember drinking anything.
Riva enters the same hotel lobby seconds later. The door attendant is smiling at her, almost drooling. The front desk clerk is also very friendly, eager to please. She’s used to that. Taking it all in stride, she checks in.
Walking away from the counter, I catch sight of one ridiculously attractive black-haired woman coming toward me. She has a phone to her ear with one hand, pulling a wheeled-suitcase with the other. She smiles directly at me. She looks familiar but, still, I turn to see who’s behind me that she’s really smiling at.
On the phone with Serge, Riva says, “I am looking right at him. Gotta go. I will let you know how it goes.” She hangs up as she reaches Alex.
“Alex? Is that you?” the ridiculously attractive woman asks.
Riva has returned to her own car in the pharmacy parking lot by the time Alex returns to his. He is reading his new prescription bottle label, shaking his head. The listening device she planted a couple minutes earlier allows her to hear everything.
“Whatever,” she hears him say. And, “These better be good,” as he washes a couple down with a swig of root beer. Squealing his tires out of the parking space, he barely misses another car just entering the lot.
“They call me Axel,” he is talking to himself. “Axel McLean!” In his best James Bond voice, he then says, “McLean. Axel McLean at Your Majesty’s service.”
Two weeks earlier
Riva is a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her skin glows in contrast to her luxurious black hair. Her intelligent gray eyes reach out and grab anyone careless enough to look directly at her.
That’s on a good day. Today, however, her hair is a tangled mess, her eyes are bloodshot, and her skin has a sickly pallor from whatever ailment has befallen her.
by William Holmes
Copyright © 2012
Hey. Alex Pannas here. Sorry we’re not meeting under better circumstances. I’m usually pretty good at keeping it light, keeping it positive. Not today.
I’m an Iowa-born, California-raised, 31-year-old, Swedish-Greek-American. But, that’s not why I’m upset. I’m upset because I was fired today.
I could be philosophical about it all, but I don’t see the point. Yes, I’m bitter. But, I’ll get through this. They say attitude is everything. They say we don’t have “problems,” we’re given “opportunities!” God, I hate corporate-speak.