Work in Other Worlds from Your Own Home!

By J.P. Young

WORK IN OTHER WORLDS FROM YOUR OWN HOME!

Wanted! Adventurous persons with a strong desire to travel to unusual places, must be willing to kill or be killed, sense of humour required. Experience desired but not necessary...
The adventures of Pete and Jeanette that began in MERCENARY EXOTIQUE and OPERATION CHUPACABRA continue in two new stories.

WORK IN OTHER WORLDS FROM YOUR OWN HOME!

A teenage remote viewer accidentally sees demonic aliens cooperating with the United States Government. She becomes the number one target of the Powers that Be to prevent her revealing the horrifying Ways of the Worlds to the public. Escaping into a sleepy small town she meets her soul mate and the only man she thinks will believe and protect her...the eccentric policeman Officer James Wingate Peterson. With Pete being socially isolated, psychiatrically examined, estranged from his child and wife who's believing he's having an affair and forces from two worlds after the both of them, the pair fight insurmountable odds...

PRO REGE, PRO LEGE, PRO PATRIA

Jeanette and Pete find themselves travelling out of this world through Pete's other worldly friend Llorda and his pet Chupacabra Zax to rescue a U.S. diplomatic mission. Join the four of them along with Dalahn, Farts n' Darts, Dr. Jill, Sugar, Special Kay, Super Sy and the Spider Woman in a fight to the finish with a fiendish ferocious foe in the far, far beyond...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716843075

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WORK IN OTHER WORLDS FROM YOUR OWN HOME!

by

J.P. Young

Cover by Belinda Gornall

By the same author

The Man from Waukegan

Two Australians in Scotland

The Pete and Jeanette Series

Mercenary Exotique

Operation CHUPACABRA

For the angels in my life...thank you for being there when I needed you...

Book One

Work in Other Worlds from Your Own Home!

CHAPTER ONE

Somewhere between the worlds-1987

She sighted her target of the silver object that appeared to be alone in the blackness of space; the area once called the 'heavens'. The object grew closer and closer as her view of it reached its shining outer shell. She readied her implements to record what she viewed inside the unmarked Soviet satellite.

Her team's mission had been a surprise operation at the last minute as no one expected the object and no one knew how long it would remain in its unusual orbit. They went all out to prepare for their rapid deployment with her tasker reminding her above all to keep recording her target no matter what happened.

Her vision passed through the silver hull to reveal the most unexpected and horrifying sight she had ever seen in her life. Her heart pounded at an amazing speed and she felt the feeling of terror in her stomach as the implement in her hand shook. Instead of the expected array of electronic devices she saw the unspeakable...

Her intense training led her to instinctively begin sketching without thinking. She drew three creatures who resembled man sized praying mantis insects who were gathered around a table. They glowed white reflecting the light inside the craft. As she sketched she saw the body of a young human woman laying on the table with her blue eyes open. She continued her viewing to look up from the table to another level where two ordinary middle aged well dressed males were talking to the largest of the mantis creatures as if they had known each other for quite some time.

She was shocked by viewing the unexpected praying mantis creatures inside what was originally thought to be a Soviet satellite...she was terrified by seeing them removing body parts from an Earth woman on their operating table...but she was truly horrified when she used her lip reading expertise to record the conversation by the English speaking Earthmen to the other worldly mantis creatures.

A combination of her military training and her defiance to prove those wrong who didn't believe a woman or a person as young as her should be able to do her work despite her being recognised in her field at the best in her skill led her to override her intense fear. She recorded in shorthand what she understood them to be saying.

She gradually learned that they were United States Government officials who were callously granting the demonic other worldly creatures carte blanche over Americans and all the people of the planet Earth in exchange for something that no longer made her flesh crawl, but instead transformed her into being appalled, disgusted and furious.

It was time to leave from her mission. As her view pulled away every mantis creature as one turned from their work on the table or speaking to the men to look at her with their large black eyes. She realised she had been detected and they emphasised the fact as their hands beckoned to her until her view became the silver shell of the craft and grew farther and farther away.

Airman First Class Sharon Marlowe gave the loudest scream in her life...

'THEY'VE SEEN ME! THEY'VE SEEN ME!''

CHAPTER TWO

Somewhere in Virginia-1987

It was evening and the Peterson's dinner was over. Jeanette had completed the dishes as her husband James Wingate Peterson, or 'Pete' as he insisted on being addressed, read his newspaper whilst vocally sharing interesting and amusing stories with their infant daughter Jaime and showing her photographs in the paper. Prior to going to bed he would dry the dinnerware and put the items back in their places.

'Finished.'

Jeanette triumphantly walked out of the kitchen to the parlour where Jaime, Pete, their stuffed Peter Bunny and the newspaper were on their red and white floral couch. As she smilingly walked across their blue carpet towards them Pete wore the expression that she always was fascinated by. A look of surprise, a smile, but sad eyes that would slowly transform into a warm loving look the nearer she came to him, becoming rapturous as she kissed him. She kissed the both of them and sat on the other end of the couch taking their child in her arms. Jeanette loved the feeling of all of them being together and so did Pete, for Jaime had joined their intimate couch times. Jeanette's brown eyes lovingly looked at their daughter, or as she put it, 'the smaller of her two children'.

Jaime tugged at her mother's floral dress with her small hand.

'Hut...'

'What is it, Darling?'

'Hut...sut.'

'Hut sut???', Jeanette smiled with a silly look on her face.

''Hut sut.', he replied formally as he read his paper. He said the nonsense words as if they were an obvious fact.

Pete was acting more and more like his English then Rhodesian father every day despite him living so long in the United States. Jeanette looked at her increasingly frustrating husband and thought, 'He's still stuffy, but I'll always love him forever and a day anyway.'

'Hut sut!', Jaime commanded.

'HUT SUT????', Jeanette laughed with a giant ecstatic smile on her face.

He looked at the two loves of his life, with his other love, their brown stuffed bunny by his other side. He thought Jeanette's wide eyed smile looked as idiotic as the 'I can't believe I got a lobotomy, as no one can tell the difference' actresses on some of the television commercials and shows she watched. He felt that since Jaime's birth the intelligence levels of her conversation had seemed to have gone down from their previous highs. He now called her 'the Oracle of the Obvious' and felt that she often spoke to hear herself speak rather than impart knowledge or stimulate an interesting discussion. He was developing the theory that women were instinctively against the very concept of silence, and held an intolerable fear and hatred of it. 'Still', he thought, 'I love the hell out of her and I always shall for the rest of my life and beyond.'

'Hut sut!', he repeated as if he were a teacher explaining it to a schoolgirl who had obviously not done her homework.

He thoughtfully took their daughter in his arms as Jeanette smilingly and curiously watched him. He then began slowly rocking Jaime, and softly and cheerfully sang The Hut Sut Song to the best of his ability as he didn't know all the lyrics. Jaime laughed enthusiastically in triumph, not only loving the song but enjoying the often infrequent experience of her sometimes not too bright parents understanding her.

Jeanette's eyes and mouth widened and she put her hands to her head.

'Mom says Dad used to sing that to me when I was a baby!'

He gave her his 'It's just too obvious, isn't it?' expression.

Jeanette forewent giving her usual not too gentle reminders that his facial expressions, single word answers or jungle fighter hand signals were not acceptable forms of conversation with her. Her mother as well as Dr. Jillian Schaefer, Pete's psychiatrist and head minder who was also her friend continually attempted to convince her that Pete was Pete and he needed at least one friend who could speak to him without criticising him. Strangely, she found that Jaime seemed to understand and acknowledge her facial expressions and thoughts better when she wasn't talking to her.

'Who do you think has been singing to her when we're not around or we're asleep?', he explained. 'Didn't you read Mary Poppins, dear? Babies can pick up all kinds of things grown-ups can't. He's always looking after her.'

Jeanette stared like a kangaroo caught in a spotlight. The voice that came out of her mouth did, but yet did not really sound like her.

'She loves the hell out of The Dipsy Doodle and likes Blues in the Night best!'

He looked over Jeanette's head, 'We love you, Gramps.'

'You two are doing OK', stated a staring Jeanette.

He felt something cool on his shoulder then felt a strong rap on the back of his head that made him rock on the couch. Jaime gleefully laughed as if she was watching The Three Stooges on her Dad's video player.

He looked up and smiled to his Jeanette who was slowly coming back to a more normal expression. Her late father had been a decorated Captain in the First Marines on Guadalcanal, Cape Gloucester and Pelielu; he had died before Pete could meet him but Jeanette had a strong resemblance to him in more ways than one...She had once unexpectedly said, 'By the Grace of God and the help of the Marines, Sergeant' in a similar manner on an island in the Seychelles when the survivor's of Pete's Marine platoon were having their combination Colours and Memorial service. During that mission Jeanette had saved the lives of the entire platoon when a Reptilian with a laser type weapon had the drop on them. Unable to fire their weapons, Pete thought they were through until Jeanette came out screaming like a banshee from hell with their Skipper's Gerber Mark II knife in her hand. She repeatedly stabbed the thing to death, not stopping her stabbing or screaming until Pete held her arm. The voice of her late father occasionally spoke to the both of them. Both of them accepted and never questioned the matter; another of the many strange things that brought them together and kept them together.

Jeanette quickly moved over to Pete and Jaime, leaning against him with her blonde head on his shoulder as she put her arm around him and lovingly looked at their daughter.

'Gramps loves all of us, doesn't he?'

As usual, Jeanette cried.

'Why are you crying, love of my life?'

'Because I'm so happy.'

'I'd hate to see you when you're sad.'

'I never will be when I'm with you two.'

Pete kissed her, then turned to the smiling Jaime he was rocking. He began singing Blues in the Night as well as he could whilst Jeanette looked on lovingly...

CHAPTER THREE

Mrs. Jeanette MacMahon-Peterson was a truly happy stay at home mother. Her housework always was bearable and was quite often fun with Jamie near her to talk to. Pete wasn't at home all of the time as Jeanette was. During the weekdays and one weekend a month he worked as a policeman in the small town in Virginia that they lived in. On one night a week and one weekend a month he was the only Marine in a Naval Intelligence Reserve Detachment; on Thursday evenings he went to Aikido lessons given by his psychiatrist and head minder, Dr. Schaefer.

In return he acted as babysitter when Jeanette had a girls night out or she went to her choir practice; he brought Jaime to church as Jeanette sang with them. During his regular babysitting he would be cheered up by a call from his mother in law, with each one of them extremely fond of the other. His own parents telephoned him on Sunday afternoons for brief and stilted conversations. He could never truly converse with them; even if he could they would make it clear that they weren't interested in discussing 'silly things' and berate him or change the topic. Permanently estranged from his brother and what he felt was his neurotic sister-in-law for speaking his mind to her, his wife, daughter, parents, mother-in-law, psychiatrist and stuffed bunny were the only ones he spoke with outside of work. He was only seeing his former constant friend and minder the Commodore at his Reserve meetings though the Commodore and his wife Sheila Alexander still visited Jeanette during the weekdays when he was at work. Sheila was Jaime's emergency babysitter when Pete was working.

On his free late afternoons and early evenings he would push the 'perambulator' or 'pram' on their walks around the neighbourhood together. The townspeople referred to the pair of adults as Blondie and Dagwood with some calling Pete 'Officer Dagwood' behind his back. Jeanette revelled in their nicknames and frequently quoted Penny Singleton's 'I've made up our minds' comment from the Blondie films they watched on his video player that he called his 'Little Theatre Screen'. He informed Jeanette he wasn't keen on the word 'dag' as it had extremely negative meanings in Australia where he lived before the pair met.

It was another Saturday without work or the Reserves. After finishing his morning chores, he would watch his Little Theatre Screen together with Jaime as Jeanette took her time about dressing up for their weekend shopping safaris. They watched a