From Michigan Maine To Harvard

By DC Brownlow

TJaye Cossie and her son Donaldjaye are on their way to reset her company’s computers due to a security breach. Suddenly they encounter a fierce storm, which injures them both as they run for shelter. TJaye is then Kidnapped and forced to help North Korea with a secret missile launch. Can the famous investigator Phillip Talley find them in time and save the world before the launch?

• Language: English
• Publisher: DC Brownlow
• Release date: Oct 11, 2009
• ISBN: 9780982860328

DC Brownlow

AUTHOR BIO CHRISTINA REYES (DC BROWNLOW) IS A NATIVE DETROITER. SHE LIVES NEAR CONANT GARDENS; A PROMINENT SECTION OF DETROIT MICHIGAN. SHE GRADUATED FROM WAYNE STATE UNIVERSITY. SHE CONTINUES TO TEACH SPANISH, GIVE MOTIVATIONAL WRITING SEMINARS, AS WELL AS WRITE POETRY AND PROSE, AND FUTURE NOVELS. www.conantgardens.com

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From Michigan Maine to Harvard

Christina Reyes

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From Michigan Maine to Harvard

NORTH KOREA

In the hidden underground bunker in North Korea, a computer upload appeared on their large forward computer screen. It took three minutes for the program to reach 75%. When the program slowed its progression, the Korean analysts looked at each other. They waited another two minutes. One of the analysts picked up the phone. He was about to inform his superiors that perhaps there was something wrong with the program, but another analyst held his arm. The upload picked up momentum. When the upload completed, the analysts viewed the schematics, and agreed that there was nothing out of sequence. The initializing codes were in their normal formation. The matrix scattered across the screen. Four analysts studied the uploaded program. The program in their opinion was ready to perform its task.

The Nuclear missiles were hidden in an undisclosed bunker in North Korea. The bunker is 175 feet below the earth’s crust. The entrance to the bunker was camouflaged by thick trees and brush. The North Koreans made it undetectable from the United Nation’s radar, spy planes, and as well as their satellites. Over the last few weeks, spy planes were suddenly dispatched from several different countries to hover over a suspicious area in North Korea. The North Korean Government was not surprised at the surveillance, yet they continued to keep their technological plans secretive.

Robert Talley paused. He took a glass from the table beside him, and took a sip of water, and then he continued.

Within weeks, intelligent agencies worldwide were given secret information that North Korea was advancing their technology more rapidly than expected, and with the help of political undermining organizations like the Austrian Séance. The Austrian Séance obtained their reputation by providing terrorist organizations with inside information. They could obtain maps, codes, and any information about a secret agent’s location and mission. The Séance were the source of priceless information. They were sometimes paid more than what the information meant to others. Their price was sometimes inconceivable, even to those who would pay for it.

Robert paused a second time and cleared his throat.

The satellite pictures that were taken by the Americans, British, Russians and the UN, and were smuggled from country to country. The illustrated area of the bunker appeared as nothing but a blur in the region. The CIA, FBI, UN, and other intelligence agencies around the world, were clueless to North Korea’s plans to launch their own nuclear missiles into Israel. No one suspected anything out of the ordinary.

The room was filled with men and women dressed in black business suits. All remained quiet. Robert showed another slide on the projector.

Israel is the most formidable place to lay down nuclear weapons. It is the testing ground for world aggression. Many countries that are set out to protect Israel, know that it’s a race now to shield the country with something greater than politics. While others watched the holy land protect itself for years, many thought that this would be the Armageddon that most feared. It is only a matter of time. Israel has no more time and the world knows it. Even Israel is forced to take a leap of faith. Israel as well as the world will sit back and watched the evitable occurs, unless we act and act now.

Robert stood firmly at the podium, his hands gripping the sides.

In the middle of the night, the nuclear missiles finally received the uploaded files into its circuits. The missile chips were supplied and were implanted by the Séance six months prior. With the help of an American computer genius, the missiles that were going to be launched were going to be launched under a blanket of secrecy and try to reach its destination undetected. But now we know that the missiles had a faulty implement in their computer design, therefore those missiles that were launched, failed to complete their flight plan to their destination; we are unsure why this really occurred.

Robert grabbed the remote and switched to the national television newscast.

The North Korean Government ladies and gentlemen, launched a nuclear missile during the midnight hours. Its destination was set for the country of Israel. Unfortunately the launch was interrupted by a self-destruct mechanism. It is unclear how the self-destruction occurred. Right now, it is being said that even the North Korean Government is also trying to figure out what went wrong.

JUST US

The hot steamy shower was over. She swiped her hand across the misty hanging mirror just above the sink. She saw a glimpse of her face. Still looking young, she frowned as she saw some gray strings of hair dangling and intertwining with the other auburn parts. Frustrated, she grabbed her brush from the drawer below the sink. She brushed the wet strings of hair backwards. She didn’t seem to care that the excess water was dripping on the bathroom-tiled floor.

After towel drying the rest of her body she clothed herself in black boxer shorts, and in a white tee shirt. She finally looked at herself intensely in the full size mirror on the bathroom door as she finished getting dressed. Although she considered herself modest, she was very proud of her slim and very muscular size. At five feet four, she always wanted to play professional soccer, but the scouts just turned their heads the other way. She had the skills, but not the height that would make her appear threatening. Soccer was her game and she always had the physique and stamina to prove it.

At forty-one, TJaye Cossie looked better than most females half her age. Her lower stomach had a small muscular bulge, yet her side abs was as tight as her thighs. Her exotic Black-Spanish-Native American look made most men turn their heads. TJaye would often smile at the flirtatious men, but being married was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.

TJaye grabbed another towel off the rack to dry her hair. She knew it would take hours for her whole head of hair to air dry, thus having hair so thick. After towel drying the ends of her hair so it would not drip as much, she dropped the towel on the floor and walked in on her son, DonaldJaye. He was sitting on a large square cushion in the sitting room. He was staring out of the large pool window of their Ohio lakefront home. He was the middle child of the ten children that she had.

No one believed her when she told them of her ten children. She was very surprised by her first pregnancy being triplets. She had two boys and a girl. Three years later, her second pregnancy, comprised of two more twins boys. The year that followed, she had a single child, and which was DonaldJaye. She waited five more years to have the unexpected quads; two boys and two girls. After them, she promised her husband that this was to be, absolutely the last pregnancy.

What it do, dude? What’s with you? TJaye spoke to her son with her hands on her hips. Her son did not bother to turn around.

Nothin’, just thinking what to write about?

What’s this for, school?

Yea. DonaldJaye responded dryly.

What’s the subject? TJaye asked curiously.

Anything I want it to be.

And, your problem is?

I don’t know what I want it to be?

Well let me know when you find out.

TJaye walked into the kitchen, and started to make her tea. She loved Green tea after a hot shower. It was her routine for years. She intermittently looked over at DonaldJaye. After making her cup, she carried the tea tray to the sitting table. TJaye settled the tray in place and prepared her son’s cup. She glanced at DonaldJaye a final time, before calling him over.

Ven aca boy. Come sit with me. TJaye said looking at her son. She tried to teach all her children Spanish, but only DonaldJaye was interested in learning.

DonaldJaye did as he was told. He got up from the square footrest he was sitting on and went over to the sofa in the sitting room. DonaldJaye picked up his cup and blew into it, before taking a sip.

So what do you wanna’ write about? TJaye said as she stirred her tea with a teaspoon, and looked up at him.

His wavy hair resembled hers, although it was a darker brown, and cut closer to his head. He had nice brown skin like his brothers. She especially liked the fact; he had not been scared by pimples from puberty. His eyes were a beautiful hazel. They were the capture of one’s attention. At fifteen, he was noticeably tall. He had already reached the height of his twenty-year-old twin brothers. TJaye also knew he wasn’t finish growing, maturing, and developing facial features that would make him more attractive. He was the only child which really looked like her. Her other children had happened to genetically possess those features belonging to her husband. She was disappointed at first, and then DonaldJaye came along.

TJaye deliberately tried to limited DonaldJaye’s calls and visits from the girls from his school. A little jealousy engulfed her. DonaldJaye was her favorite, and she wanted to hold onto him as long as she could. TJaye knew she would have to face the day, when she must let go of her middle child. However, for now, she was happy to have him around.

Can I write about you? DonaldJaye asked as he raised his eyebrows.

What?! Aint’ nothing about me that’s important. Boy please. TJaye took a sip of her tea, and shook her head in disbelief.

You Graduated from Harvard right? DonaldJaye purposely continued.

Harvard Science Tech dear, not Harvard University.

Same thing.

Nooo, far from it. Harvard Science Tech is for those who are intellectually advanced. Harvard University is for those folks who got money and status, like your Jewish daddy. TJaye responded raising her eyebrows and smiling.

Well how did you get into Harvard Science Tech then?

O lord boy, I guess you might as well write about me. My road trip wasn’t pleasant. I came from Michigan Maine, and went to Harvard, Harvard Science Tech. To get into that school, you definitely have to be short of a genius.

Okay. . .so how you get in? DonaldJaye asked smugly.

I’m a little short of a genius, okay. But if you really wanna’ write about me, we gots to go way back. TJaye sipped her tea again.

Hold it, let me get my notebook, since I got nothin’ else to write about.

Tell him the truth TJaye. Don’t lie to the boy. A voice drifted through the air behind TJaye.

Jacob, her husband, walked in from the bedroom. He caught the last portion of their conversation. He entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of hot tea. He walked over to his wife with his cup in his hand.

Take your butt back to the bedroom, I’m telling him what I want. You got no say, okay. TJaye replied in jest.

Jacob Meilner was a tall handsome man Jewish man with nicely groomed short black hair. He was wearing a white tee shirt which nicely illustrated his well-defined deltoids and upper chest. The silk biker shorts he was wearing embraced his muscular legs. TJaye loved the combination of clothes. He was the only guy she knew who would sleep in their exercising ensemble.

He met TJaye Cossie at Harvard University. She would often use their library to conduct her research. He was very shy until he met her. He had no sense of humor. He was always serious. She confronted him first, and he liked that. Hardly any of his classmates, ever seemed to want to talk to him. He often thought it was because of his religion. TJaye never brought up the subject of religion and Jacob liked that about her too. She was always cordial, yet there were times when she made him loosen up his personality with her witty conversations. TJaye, at times said what was on her mind. She would use humor to express her outlandish opinions. Hardly anyone ever made Jacob smile. TJaye was so unique, that with her sense of humor, he could not help himself. Jacob’s arrogance was not easy to suppress. TJaye was just the person to help give him an advantage at social acceptance.

Jacob and TJaye got married shortly after he graduated from Harvard University. TJaye was already a graduate from Harvard Science Technological. Her school was only five miles away from the Harvard University campus. After TJaye graduated, she was working as a security coder for a satellite corporation. Within five years, TJaye moved up the business ladder. She designed security software programs for her company and was offered an opportunity to work for the government. She declined the actual proposal after an intense internship with a government agency. TJaye, at the time, already had five children that captured her attention, so traveling with the government was out of the question.

Boy, don’t believe everything your mama says, she does exaggerate at times. Jacob grabbed TJaye on the top of her head, and pulled her head downward. He kissed her forehead. I’m goin back to sleep, can you wake me in about two hours. I’ve got to meet with Phillip Talley.

He owes you money again, huh dude? TJaye asked as she returned her head to neutral position, and turned her head toward the bedroom.

He owes everybody money, hun. Jacob answered as he closed the bedroom door.

Well, let’s get started. So you were born in Michigan Maine right? DonaldJaye asked as he got his writing paper set and began scribbling notes on his pad.

Yep. The old Michigan Maine. A small city in Ohio, named after two states. It borders the states of Kentucky and West Virginia. TJaye continued by announcing; I was born in a small town and yet in a large family. I’m the middle kid. My sister JayeAnn got everything she wanted. My brother MarloJaye came next. He is such a strong-willed guy. When he set his mind into doing something, he does it. My twin and I came next, her name was, but she, died at birth. Then came AngelaJaye and AmberJaye. They are identical twins too, and yet, they don’t act alike at all. TJaye went silent as she watched her son write as fast as he could.

So mom, why does everyone have a Jaye in their name, including me? DonaldJaye raised his eyebrows, as he looked up awaiting an answer.

"Well, your grandmother had a corky sense of humor. My dad, who was Spanish and Native American, wanted ‘Jaye’ taken off our names, but my mother, who was black, told him that since he was just the mailman, and he was just dropping off the mail, or the sperm; and since she was the recipient of that mail, she could do with the mail what she wanted. TJaye paused to take a sip of tea, and then she continued. So to make a long story short, she put a ‘Jaye’ in our names after the nurse who helped delivered us and her name was MaraJaye." TJaye finished her explanation feeling exhausted.

And you did the same thing huh?

I am my mother’s child, and we are the only family members who have a sense of humor. The others are just too serious for this life.

So now what? DonaldJaye wanted her to continue.

TJaye looked at DonaldJaye and then at her teacup. And now more tea. His mother stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Mom, keep talking, don’t stop now. Hurry up, what next? DonaldJaye followed her into the kitchen.

Well… TJaye started to pour herself another cup of tea.

INTERRUPTION

The large glass door suddenly slid opened and the clan stammered in. The rest of the siblings came in and they were voicing themselves loudly in conversation.

Damn mom, can’t we go somewhere and talk? DonaldJaye said with a look of pure disappointment.

Not right now dude, folks are in the house. TJaye went around the counter to greet her clan.

DonaldJaye walked down the hall to his room. He refused to say hello to any