In The Noon Day Sun

By LH Haggerty

Five-thousand square miles of a hot unforgiving land encompassing the entire Desert from California to Nevada . No different than the
hearts of the men whom seek solace when their enemies blood quenches the dry dirt and their bodies extinguish In the Noon Day Sun.
The Li Family descendants has created a the 'New World Council the 'Empire of Dust' is no more. But their Assassins comb Streets, Cities
and States erasing the lives of those whom would stand against the new Order. Their Blood Oath compels them to do no less to falter means death,
an unpleasant circumstance at best. Jenete' International continues to breathe over unfathomable odds and only deaths refusal to leave remains
as a taste in the mouths of those still standing. Only fate remains and has earned to right to choose the victor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LH Haggerty
• Release date: May 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005932145

LH Haggerty

How many times have you brought a Book, read a Book and no nothing about the Author...She or He is a great read adynamic writer...I believe a book has its opportunity to mean more to the reader than just a story. A great experience in reading is to feel that in some moments within the story the Author has a real grasp, a period in time in which She or He has experienced what you hold in your hands...I grew up in a middle class neighborhood until my parents painful break up. Afterwards I moved into the 'Hood' of South Central LA. Good, Bad it shaped me it was a time when choices were thrusted upon me then where short roads in any direction existed. I enjoy writing greatly. Comic Books taught me to read, write and appreciate the written language and to escape. When you read what I have written you will get a sense of it's realness... none of the Books from me to you are pasted lines they have a depth of realness which cannot be invented...I Graduated from 'The University of Kansas with a degree in Psychology. I am a mature gentleman in age, a Grandfather. I am submitting 'Screenplays'(At the moment) and I am starting on my sixth book which will end? the three (3) Book series of 'Hot Fudge' 'Dark Rendezvous' 'In the Noon Day Sun'. It is my pleasure to bring excitement, pain, pleasure, a great experience into your moments no matter where you are.

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In The Noon Day Sun

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LH Haggerty

Copyright© 2021 by LH Haggerty

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Table of Contents

In the Noon Day Sun

Monastery/Q Chang, and Yen Li

Beverly Hills, California/Don Frank Denacelio

Santa Monica, California/Sophia

Sunset Boulevard/Zack

Santa Monica, California/Sal

Nagoya, Japan/Powder, and Ejiah

Cluny, France/Nicky Giacomo, and Jacque

Orange County, California/Charles

Orange County, California/Hank and Van

California/Shelia/Interstate 405

Las Vegas, Nevada/Consella and Lil Nate

Bombardier Global 8000/Ejiah, and Powder

Hospital/Fudge

Hospital/Shelia, and Melissa

Las Vegas Nevada/Big Nate Testa

Ventura, Black Mountain/Don Frank

In Flight/Richard

Ventura, Black Mountain/Don Frank

Ventura, Black Mountain/Consella, and Charlie

Las Vegas, Nevada/Shelia, and Big Nate

Palm Springs, California/Sandy’s Estate

Northern Virginia/Senator McKassel/Lil Nate

Q Chang/McKassel Estate

Las Vegas, Testa Estate/Melissa

Lotus Enterprises/

North, Virginia/Inn

Nelle Gail, Orange County/

North Virginia/McKassel Estate

Orange County/Charles and Shelia’s Home

Li Monastery/

McKassel Estate/

A Sundry of Characters

Scotty’s Castle, Death Valley/Nate

Sandy, Lou/

Sal/

Yen Li/Red Rock

Powder, Ling/Nevada Desert

Sal/ Sophia

Jacque/Outer Perimeter

Chow Lei/Jades Grave

Lil Nate/

Q Chang/

Renaldi, Jacob/

Sal/

Richard, Ejiah/Primm

DeLuca, Charles, Nicky/

Zack/Then

Fudge/

Frank/

Big Nate/Dinner

Fudge, Charlie, Gino/

Chow Lei/ Japan

Epilogue

Japan/

Testa Estate/A Tale

Nicky, Charlie/Las Vegas

Don Frank/Black Mountain

Sal/

Wars never cease… If not the Wars of Men then the clashing of the Oceans waves against a lonely Shore. The rain pushed about by the gust of the silent wind or the pain of Love which squeezes the Heart of a Widow or Mother who agonizes against the death of a Son or Husband. War is Eternal in every aspect of life…

LH Haggerty

Monastery/Q Chang, and Yen Li

Cloying vegetation carpeted the ground beneath a dark canopy of trees stretching hundreds of square miles in any one given direction. Dark secrets and death by men never to be known or uncovered by the outside world. Only the sun which splintered through the trees to dry the leaves and bones of men, women, and children long dead would remember and know of the truth. To shed not one single tear for the screams of those which had struggled against deaths cold embrace. Yet even the sun has no need to hear mans’ complaints. Its’ back will turn against all upon evenings return.

Q Chang is seated directly across from the Commander of the Li Family army of over two-hundred thousand soldiers spread through-out the globe. Men are in place at every Corporate, Financial, and Political Institution around the World. The Li Family holdings extended into the largest Banking Institutions of five Continents with extensive holdings. Its’ anonymity guarded by Shareholders whose lives are weighed against untethered deposits. The Li Families presence covered the World. The adage The Empire of Dust is a truism, and those whom falter in this truth meet with an unpleasant death.

All whom visit this inner sanctum can attest to this. A large Urn filled with the crushed bones of the four-hundred Monks who once dwelled here, and defied his wishes are a constant reminder of the Blood Oath. His wishes are a punctuation mark which none will resist. Period. The Commander hastened his departure from the presence of Q Chang and that of Lady Yen Li whom never turned to face those whom entered the spacious and luxurious surroundings. He prayed constantly between heart beats that his report would meet with the approval of Q Chang and Lady Yen Li.

A formality at best when little if anything escaped from the network of information which the two held in their hands. It is whispered they knew what the heads of States have for morning breakfast. It is also true that if Yen Li were to turn and face you during a briefing. Your life would have less value than the rotting leaves which blanket the Li Family grounds that the soldiers trample upon daily. His predecessor before him lie rotting and in plain sight as a constant reminder for those whom err in caution.

The echo of his footsteps receded behind him. So too do the Elite Force of assassins placed at ever changing intervals along a three-hundred yard long, and winding hall. Even he did not know the exact number of men. Whose training in all tactics of war went beyond many of the other Countries Elite Forces across the World. The Li Families’ assassins could hide as wraths of death here amongst Yen Li’s own men, and did with their ability at camouflage which covered all terrain. Their training in that facet of combat had been orchestrated by the Monks who once enjoyed a peaceful existence here. Now lie as a decaying memory in an Urn. An eternity of peace from those whom they trained. Now swear a Blood Oath of death to the Li Family.

Fresh air cleansed his thoughts as he exited the Monastery hidden by ground high foliage, and the ever-present canopy of dappled darkness. His jeep awaited him and he had a plane to board. Buddha save him, another day had been allotted…

She turned now to face Q Chang. Her beauty is stunning it did credit to the luxury of the cavernous room the two occupied. Billions of dollars not unlike the waves atop the Ocean rushed and receded from the coffers of the Li Empire. By the hands of the two individuals whom manipulate numbers, accounting sheets easy as dawn to dusk. Their financial acumen is comparable with any accountant in the largest Banks in any Country.

Ultramodern software lined the wall where she stood next to a hand-crafted Tiger wood desk and touched a remote cleverly concealed on a bracelet around her wrist. A wall one of many within the Monasteries enormous complex slid soundlessly upward into the dark cavernous recesses of the huge room revealing an alcove of maps. Another Tiger wood desk where only a lone laptop set as a feint for those foolish enough to believe that this is the center of operation. The true center of information are cataloged within in their capacious minds. Inside the cavernous room of exquisite artifacts, handmade Egyptian rugs, and furniture which could grace the Palaces of any Prince. Several doors led to three bedrooms, kitchen, dining area in which all are designed for the ultra-rich. Reinforced with steel doors and walls which can repel explosives.

The two entered such a door leading to a flight of stairs and another door cut out of the buildings solid rock. Excavation was done to dig deep into the Mountain side which abutted the rear of the Monastery. Where a part of the Li family munitions are stored and where another room is designed for mental acumen, physical techniques, and exercises. There are no mats on the floor. Only the cold unyielding stone. Reality is a must when discipling muscles and balance. Every weapon imaginable in the purpose of death hung from walls or placed atop stainless steel tables.

"The tiger will show its fangs once before the shadow of death descends" Both intone the quote together. A rock wall slid soundlessly upward to create the dimensions of a doorway. The Oyabuns will conceive riches to their own misfortune. Mercy is allotted to the weak. He placed an inevitable conclusion before Yen Li.

Each morning death is appointed its’ time in life. She replied. A razor-sharp Wing Chun Boa knife materialized from the Qipao long sleeve of her blouse seconds before entering a six-hundred square foot room covered entirely with Carbone black or Vanta Black. Developed for some commercial applications, but its uses are primarily military. It absorbs all but 0.035 percent of visual light. So dark that the human eye cannot understand what it is seeing. Shapes and contours are lost leaving nothing but an apparent abyss. The room is presented as a void to their eyes. As will the One-hundred men outfitted with the material as a small elite military unit created by the Li Family. A single soldier or soldiers could penetrate enemy lines, stand in darkened alleys, unlit corridors, or a blood-soaked battlefield and be undetectable from nights embrace.

An imperceptible nod of his head, and a sixty-five inch. Ultra HD TV floated down noiselessly against the walls void. Along with one assassin outfitted with the same material and confirming a military objective in not disturbing the rooms effect. Yet two stars traveling with incredible velocity are imbedded in the wall only inches away on either side of the soldier’s head. The soldier is as static as the void. She seated herself effortlessly on the floor. Arms extended with her wrist placed atop her knees. The soldier whom is joined with another resumed a position outside the door. Each soldier had sworn a Blood Oath to die in the services of Lady Yen Li.

…The Jungle fight between Loki’s Elite Force and Lord Jang Li, Yen and Yang’s Father is shown to Yen. Their Father lost forty soldiers. Ten of those are killed single handedly by Loki, or his American name, Richard DeMonica. Yen and Yang’s subsequent escape is also shown. And one other… The Getty Center Museum encounter is next. Where Loki killed eight more men. All head shots while his targets are moving in any direction. Unparalleled precision. He is wounded three times at Yang’s compound once in the shoulder another in the side, and a graze on the leg. Yet, he and another continued to kill efficiently eight of Yang’s men. Superb control of blood flow and pain...

She viewed the encounters intently without comment or movement from her meditative position. Until the last encounter at the Vegas Resort. Yen’s nostrils flared outward upon witnessing Loki’s ridged fingers extended with his thumb as an anchor. Preventing the remainder of his four fingers from collapsing to enter between two ribs in the left side of his victims’ chest. Causing trauma to the heart, and an excruciating death. Her movements are fluid as she stood facing the screen. He is trained just as we are by the same Monks. She paused to turn and face Q Chang in the black void. Then he can capture the five feathers in his hand while in motion. She sought only information.

"Seven as you do." He returned a compliment to her. Though the void could reduce light. It did not diminish the sparkle of light aminating from her eyes.

Excellent! She replied with the one word just before she walked through the door which had been opened by her men. The door closed silently behind them. He weighed the others life whom he’d seen on the screen entering the side entrance of the Resort in Vegas…

Beverly Hills, California/Don Frank Denacelio

A-Cup-a-Cino Restorante is open til 11:00pm. Situated North of Rodeo Drive and La Cienega Blvd. right within a major hub of commerce catering to tourist and a large Patronage of Italians. A five-star rating which received generous accolades from its diners of all ilk’s. He is preparing to leave early this evening. He has an early dinner engagement with his lovely wife Sophia whom he has been married to for fifteen years. The years which have passed only added dosages of love for them year after year. What they shared in love for one another grew.

…The war with Yen Li three years ago receded into an echo of lives lost from men who had given their lives against a treacherous bitch who had designated toe tags for any who would stand against her. Vincent Giaombi, his Under Boss understood this implicitly. A good friend. He had given his life for the Family…and Sal. He knew that Sal placed flowers on Vin’s grave every week. A smile touched the corners of his mouth. She probably gives him a piece of her mind whenever she’s at his grave site, he thought. What a pair. In life or death, it ain’t over…

Don Frank DeLuca swept his thoughts away concerning Sal and Vin. He’d give her a call later this evening. He couldn’t shake the feeling…

You think of, Vin. He understood the Don’s moods. He is a carbon copy of Vin.

He weighed the thought just before weighing a simple answer for the both of them. A little, and Sal too.

DeLuca nodded and added a coin to the thoughts they shared. "Was at Vin’s grave site last week with her. Sal stood there real quiet and just before she turned to leave, she said. ‘It ain’t over yet…’

Before he could raise a question to DeLuca’s observation of Sal’s comment. Lil Sid ready, Don. DeLuca moved to the rear door. His Sig Sauer P226 palmed in one hand and pointed at the door which he opened and secured against his right foot. He could see Lil Sid waiting with the door open while he stood covering the rear of the car as a shield when the Don stepped out. He stepped out first where he could see that the driver side door remained open also as a shield. The alley at the end from the Restorante is clear.

Both men stood just to the side of each other where they could divide their attention to either end of the alley, and the rear of the car. DeLuca noted the high stylized defense of the Don’s elbow at being slightly bent upward while his wrist is in a position to point his Walther PPQ 9mm upward. A quick snap of elbow and wrist would line up for a true target. Denizens of the night are cast in their evening’s role; cats and dogs played their roles as scavengers while rats invaded trash bins to survive for another day…another day is never promised to no one. Four feet from the car’s rear door he is twisted around by the impact of a hot shell leaving him on his back, vulnerable. Lil Sid is hit just as he moved and knelt directly in front of Frank and is hit a second time at the top part of his trapezoid just as he grabbed Frank to drag him to safety near the cars’ rear door.

He yelled to Frank without turning. Get in we got this!

He looked over to DeLuca he could see a red stain spreading across the back of his coat. He is crouched low at the front edge of the car firing to his right. He spotted one of the assassins down and bloody by a wall.

There’s six not four. He warned to both his men".

It’ll be one less on this end. Lil Sid had moved out from cover behind the protection of the car’s rear door. His right leg is extended outward at an angle from his body while the knee of his left leg is anchored to the alleys’ asphalt ground. He fired rapid rounds at each side of the alley. Keeping the assassins at bay. DuLuca rolled from the front of the car and grabbed Frank under his arms while using his body as a shield…In that instant, a moment of clarity surfaced in him. Two men at each end of alley were the bait. The fifth man on the ground to distract, and the sixth man for the sure…He yelled. Top! Top! He and DuLuca turned simultaneously to fire three rounds a piece into the chest and face of the assassin. The sure bet had been perched on top of the roof.

DeLuca pushed him into the back seat of the car then hollered at Lil Sid. Their eyes met for an instant. Go! Lil Sid Yelled. He hesitated only a heartbeat. His Pisano is hit at least four times but held his ground. The assassin lurched out to the middle of the alley where Lil Sid placed three rounds close together in the assassins’ chest. Lil Sid rolled over to the asphalt. Don Frank’s car turned the corner of the alley.

Santa Monica, California/Sophia

Frank should be on his way to the Restaurant, She thought with peaceful anticipation. Boa Steak House is a sophisticated hot spot featuring upmarket prime beef and seafood with stylish, sleek décor. Located on Historic Route 66 on Santa Monica Boulevard, and a stone’s throw from the sun and surf of the Pacific Ocean. A fabulous view presented the Pacific Ocean waves cleansing away tension and bringing to the shore its’ fresh white caps churning across the shore to break away and return with a path to new dreams. An amount of peace she and Frank could share. Both knew and understood that a moment of kindness or love could last a lifetime.

A Northern Parking Lot with Valet set next to the Restaurant. Its early the dinner crowd had yet to make an appearance. She would peruse the Bars libations before Frank arrived. She set in the rear seat while Costanza waited by the drivers’ side window till Beppe returned from the Valet letting him know that his help would not be needed. She knew that the hundred-dollar tip Beppe gave to the Valet would dispel any further notion from the Valet.

The evening sky had darkened to its role tonight by casting doubt upon Beppe and Costanza concerns of the genuineness of the Bus Driver and several passengers whom exited the Bus. The car idled quietly five parking spaces away from the side of the bus and its front door. Several thick trunked trees’ supporting an umbrella of large branches and leaves added to the evenings darkness. Which shadowed the area of her parked car and the men who fired silenced small caliber shells into the heads of Beppe and Costanza. A silenced weapon had reached through the rear door window where its hot barrel is pressed against her temple.

At that same instant her cellphone which lay next to her rang. She could see the unlisted number as being from Frank. A cold cultured voice edged with a foreign accent suggested an alternative to her night from the rear door window.

Please exit the car. You will find the fare where we go to as a breath…of fresh air.

Only seconds had passed in which Beppe and Constanza’s bodies are thrown in the rear seat on top of her cellphone as she is escorted away while still hearing the fading ring of Frank’s call.

Sunset Boulevard/Zack

Zack set in his gray Jaguar XJ8 on Sunset Boulevard where he parked two blocks from Zackz. A Club