Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35
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Master Tyrone was unusually pensive and Mistress Tenesha was skittish and overreacted to sounds or movements around her. Both were symptomatic of PTSD and understandable after what they had both been through. They probably needed time– and counseling– but it was not my place to suggest that. It was, however, the Shadow Council’s place to rule on whether any or all of the Inner Circle was fit to return to run The Society’s daily affairs.
Master Tyrone agreed with my recommendation that the Inner Circle and the Shadow Council meet together and appraise the situation. He was now back in full communication with both the circle and the council. Master Moreno of Argentina and Mistress Ingrid of Germany had both been abducted by contract dirtbags. They had not been abused during their time of detention and had been released unharmed as soon as the ransom money had been paid. Master Viktor and Mistress Luba of Russia, Master Li Qiang and Mistress Zhang Min of China, Master William and Mistress Ellen of the UK, and Master Joaquin and Mistress Pia of Chile had also been abducted by contract villains, but when it became obvious that the Monty brothers’ war on The Society was going badly, they were released without payment of ransom.
Mistress Ramala of Africa was the one member of the Inner Circle who had avoided capture. Ramala means “Predictor of the Future,” and Mistress Ramala was recognized for knowing things before they came to pass. She had a premonition of danger and went into hiding before her hired captors could strike. She had also tried to get a message to me from her place of hiding which said, “To find the blue, you must pursue the black.” Like many such revelations, it would have been basically meaningless to me without Sam Two Feathers knowledge of Black Deuce Contract Services, but it was nice to know that Mistress Ramala truly had “the gift.”
We each have a form of the gift. As I had accurately predicted, Master Robert Williamson showed up basically unharmed in New York. He and Mistress Aleana had been dropped off at the airport by what appeared to be a hotel limo. Mistress Aleana, unfortunately, was not in good shape and was currently in a psychiatric hospital in upstate New York. She would miss this special joint meeting of the Inner Circle and Shadow Council.
Staff at the Hilton Hotel and Convention Center must have wondered when an apparently continuous series of black vans, accompanied by black security SUVs, drove into the secure, inside entrance to the convention center. In all, thirty-six vans arrived and quickly left. Inside a large room that was often used for conventions or banquets, a large table square had been set up with forty or fifty chairs around it. There was a podium on one end, and behind the podium a large screen on which was projected a video of whoever was standing at the podium. For the moment, that person was Master Tyrone.
“Before we officially begin this joint meeting,” he began, “I would like to acknowledge the magnificent work which Master W has done for The Society.”
I felt my skin warm slightly. Evidently I could still blush a little bit and being called a Master by someone such as Grand Master Tyrone was an unexpected honor. When the applause had died down, Master Tyrone continued. “W has requested permission to give a short report to this joint meeting. Do I hear a vote of approval for that?”
There was a loud shout of “Aye!” and Master Tyrone gestured to me.
As I stepped into the podium, I looked around at the Masters and Mistresses who ran one of the most powerful organizations in the world. Individually, each of them controlled large companies or managed unbelievable wealth, but together, they controlled and managed much of the world. I took a deep breath and began.
“I am sure,” I said, looking around the table, “that you are all familiar with the expression, ‘The Devil is in the details.’ It is the details which enabled my team to find and bring down those who had launched an attack against The Society.”
I nodded toward Master Randolph and slave ines. “Slave ines gave me the letters CFD and that led me to Master Rodrigeuz in Brazil.” An image of Master Rod in his devil Lucha Libra mask appeared on the screen behind me. “Two songs, sent through an unencrypted email system led me to little brother Wyatt Monty in Iowa.” An image of Colonel Boogie’s appeared on the screen. “And his bragging mention of his brother’s place in LA led me to The Blue Deuce and Walter Monty.” An image of Walter Monty taken from his club’s web page now filled the screen. I continued, “Weston Monty’s hubris use of his trademark deuce logo...” A split screen image of both the Blue Deuce sign and Black Deuce letterhead appeared behind me. “... led Sam Two Feathers to Monty brother number two.”
I paused and looked around the room. A cadre of black-clothed security guards were filing into the room and taking up positions behind the members of the circle and the council. Four came and stood behind and beside me at the podium. Many of the Masters and Mistresses looked obviously uncomfortable– perhaps so did I.
“And a week’s growth of pubic hair,” I said firmly, “led me to Woody Monty.” An image of Mistress Aleana’s shaven cunt was now projected behind me.
“Thank you, Master Randolph,” I said calmly looking slowly at the black-clad security force, “for arranging our security here today. Security has always been your responsibility in the Inner Circle and you have gathered together a special group of people fiercely loyal to you.. But these people who just entered the room are not the forces loyal to you. Your men and women have been replaced by teams from Sam Two Feathers.”
Master Randolph started to rise from his chair and the two men behind him pushed him back down. “Mistress Aleana’s crotch stubble,” I continued, “showed me– or at least my expert, Boris– that she had been taken captive at least a week before any of the other members of the circle. ... And although other captives noted that she had been held with them for a brief time, no mention was ever made of Master Randolph.”
A fanned-out stack of documents appeared on the screen. “After discovering that Weston Monty had assumed a new identity through an adoption process, my nerds went back and checked all records for any indication that Woodruff Monty had also been nearly adopted. Such a search is almost impossible... ... unless you already know the adopted name and are able to work from both ends.”
I looked directly at Master Randolph. “You weren’t nearly adopted, Woody. You WERE adopted by the Williamson family. And you grew up as Randolph Williamson. It must have been quite a surprise to you when I... and the Inner Circle... imprisoned your brother William. That was when you contacted your other brothers and began a plot to kill everyone who brought him down.”
“This is preposterous,” Master Randolph sputtered.
“No it is not,” a feminine voice said from behind me. Mistress Aleana walked up to stand next to me. “When I discovered what you were planning,” she continued, “I tried to notify the rest of the Circle. Before I could do so, you took me to Brazil and gave me to Master Rod. But first you tortured me and used me to entice W into what you were sure was a trap.” Her voice became very hard as she said, “But it was you and your brothers who were trapped.”
She walked around the huge square of tables and took a seat in the empty chair next to her husband. “I move,” she said firmly, “that Woodruff Monty, also known as Master Randolf Williamson, be transported to The Society’s island prison to await trial by an international court.”
Mistress Tenesha stood up and said, “I second that motion.”
Master Tyrone immediately said, “All in favor?”
A loud chorus of “Ayes” filled the room.
The two black-clad security men pulled Woody / Randolph to his feet. Sam Two Feathers had entered the room and now stood smiling at him. “You’re coming with me,” he said in his gravelly bass. “We’ve got a family reunion planned for you on a beautiful tropical island.” I had never heard The Society’s prison described that way, but I guess it was sort of true.
I turned to face the members of the Inner Circle and Shadow Council. “That completes my report,” I said. “I will submit a more complete report including all expenses through normal channels.”
I then left. Agent Sylvia, code name Pussy Galore, was waiting for me back at Shangri-la Three. She has been talking to poopsie and very much wants to experience making love under the stars with the traffic driving by on the highway below. I chuckled slightly as I silently accelerated toward the tunnel. I wondered if– when she was leaning out of the shack’s window on the bald mountain with me driving into her from behind– she would become a screamer like poopsie.
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