Cryptid: Probe: Cryptid Trilogy, #2

By Douglas Roff

About the Book

 

They live among us.

 

Working with his father, renowned archeologist Edward St. James, and his new wife, Misti Alarcon, Adam St. James continues his investigation into the Gens Collective and its rival rebel faction, the Black Shirts. Both factions seek the demise of homo sapiens and have developed the means to destroy humanity in what they call the Great Cull. And they seek to destroy each other. As Adam continues his dialog with Paulo Fortizi, leader of the Gens Collective, he is met with deceit and duplicity at every turn.

 

The Gens Collective desperately seeks to find Adam, whom they call the Human, and recover their lost library. Adam continues to develop extraordinary new mental abilities with a close group of colleagues and finds his new abilities are more powerful and frightening than he could possibly imagine. Can he control his powers, or will they be his undoing?

 

With the addition of the beautiful and mysterious Alana McCarthy, world renowned NSA computer hacker, and the equally mysterious and lethal Nocera "Noki" Lee, Adam confronts his adversaries uncovering the depth and breadth of the plot against humanity. Can they succeed?

 

Only Adam holds the key to prevent unleashing total annihilation.

 

The mysterious Cardinal Bellinelli plots against the Black Shirts, and the Gens Collective to spark a war between the Gens and humanity he believes will eliminate the Gens species on the planet. Does the Vatican hold the answers Adam seeks? Which side will the Vatican choose and why?

 

Murder, treachery, and betrayal combine with unexpected twists and turns, as events pit friend against friend, family against family, and species against species.

 

Nothing is as it appears to be, and new discoveries shed light upon old grievances. The Black Shirts and their charismatic leader, Saldana Ri, develop the means to destroy the rival Gens Collective and humanity, but will they unleash tis devastation? Can they? What explosive secrets does Saldana hide that could destroy her leadership and shift the balance of power back to her rival, Paulo Fortizi of the Gens Collective. With the means of destruction of humanity complete, it is a race against time to prevent genocide on a global scale.

 

Can Adam stop the impending holocaust? Can anyone?

 

With the fate of mankind and the Gens Collective hanging in the balance, forces array against Adam and his teams trying to prevent the conflagration that could signal the demise of intelligent life on the planet. New tech, new weapons, and new adversaries, along with new powers never thought to exist, entertain the reader throughout the novel. New mind journeys and psychic powers begin to reveal themselves as both the savior and destructor of humanity.

 

Cryptid: Probe continues the saga begun in Cryptid: Discovery as the future of mankind teeters on the brink of extinction. Can Adam St. James prevent all-out war and still fulfill his own destiny?

 

Murder, intrigue, deception, treachery, lust, and betrayal all come together in the Cryptid Trilogy as mankind faces off against an unknown species bent on its total destruction as the dominant species on the planet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Douglas Roff
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223560661

Douglas Roff

Douglas Roff is a retired corporate executive. He has lived around the world working in various capacities for government and industry.  Doug has written twenty-seven novels to date, mostly in the paranormal and fantasy genres, but not exclusively.  He currently resides in Latin America, speaks Spanish, and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada.  

Book preview

Part One

You are to fast every day, except Sundays, from the feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross until Easter Day, unless bodily sickness or feebleness, or some other good reason, demand a dispensation from the fast; for necessity overrides every law.

The Carmelite Rule, 17.

Chapter 1

Newlyweds Adam and Misti St. James boarded the plane in LA after the short trip down from SeaTac. The connection time was short, far from optimal, for a crowded flight to Hawaii; they hoped their luggage would greet them in Honolulu at the same time as they arrived. The plane was an older model and, while their seats in First Class were large and spacious, the retrofit of the cabin could only accomplish so much.

Misti wanted to be in the aisle seat, so Adam slipped into his seat next to an attractive redhead they had both noticed in the boarding area. What they also noticed was that she was traveling alone, but had attracted the attention of two young men who had taken an interest in the unattached and slightly nervous looking young woman. She seemed to be about Adam’s age, and was casually and tastefully outfitted in vacation attire. Her flaming red hair, pale white complexion, and lightly freckled face made her look like the poster girl for the Irish Board of Tourism. Her emerald green eyes completed the picture although they were presently hidden behind reflective aviator’s sunglasses.

As the two men from the boarding area approached the aisle nearest Misti, the young woman tried hard to avoid their ogling and remain composed. One of the men, who sounded slightly intoxicated, made a rude remark to his friend, obviously intended for her ears, then turned to her demanding a response.

Hey, red, I’m talking to you.

The woman said nothing.

Hey, darlin’ why so unfriendly? We just want to get to know you. You’re all by your lonesome, so we’d be happy to keep you company.

He turned slightly to his buddy and slurred, Right, Alex?

Sure would. Three of us could have some fun in the sun. How about it, red?

The woman did not answer and continued to ignore the men. But Adam could sense her growing anxiety with this clearly unwanted and unwelcome attention.

The line heading to the back of the cabin was now slowed behind the two troublemakers as the loud and uncomfortable conversation continued. Neither seemed concerned about the inconvenience to their fellow passengers trying to get to their seats, and probably thought themselves somehow entitled to an immediate response from the young woman. They didn’t seem to want to take her discomfort with their rude behavior as a ‘no.’

The flight attendants were just noticing the ruckus and began moving toward the scene.

Adam said, Push off gents. The lady isn’t interested. And watch your mouths, my wife is easily offended by boorish behavior. So am I.

The man closest to Misti looked down at her, then said to Adam, Man, your honey is hot. I wouldn’t mind giving her a ride in the James-mobile any time. Stick shift you know.

He and his friend laughed at the crude joke. Probably not the first time these morons had acted like idiots.

Adam wasn’t amused, and his fuse was about to be lit.

Turning to Misti, and craning down closer to her, one of the men said, And if you want to dump this loser, Alex and I can show you a real good time. Just the three of us.

Last warning, boys. Push off before you make me mad. And please offer your apologies to the ladies right now.

Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. You don’t look like much, so I guess the answer is ‘fuck off’ loser.

That prompted a quick reaction from Adam, who rose quickly and turned to the men.

Misti intervened.

Have a seat, Adam. Please. These men are just having a little fun. Right boys? No harm intended.

Adam was puzzled by Misti’s response, but sat back down, unamused. Misti smiled at him, letting him know she would deal with this. After all, she had a lot of experience with boorish men and their bad behavior. Alcohol fueled stupidity was nothing new to her, and she knew how to resolve the situation quickly.

Why don’t you boys give me your hands and I’ll write down my number. We can party later. Might be fun.

The two men looked at each other, thinking they had just hit the jackpot. They shot their hands down to her in sloshed expectation of some physical action later. They were laughing at the woman’s husband and leering at the redhead; obviously this lightweight couldn’t handle his hot wife.

Both were certain they could.

They were wrong.

Misti grabbed their hands, pushed her thumb into the fold between the thumb and forefinger of the two men, and squeezed hard. These were well known pressure points, and Misti knew once she clamped down viciously on the soft tissue, the pain would be excruciating. They would be unable to move or pull their hands away, so Misti jerked the two loudmouths down to her at face level for a quick chat.

"You boys have been mighty rude to my husband and to the nice lady seated next to him. You’re lucky that I’m here to protect you because if my hubby got a hold of you, you’d be headed to a nice private room at the local hospital. If you understand me, just nod."

They nodded.

Now I’m going to let go of you, but before I do, I think you should apologize to my husband, the very nice and very patient young woman you have insulted as well as to your fellow passengers who have been inconvenienced by your offensive and vulgar behavior. Now, say you’re sorry.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Now jeez lady, let go. It’s fuckin’ killing me.

Misti looked at the other man, Alex. You too, buddy.

OK, OK, I’m sorry too. Just let go.

Misti released the men just as another well dressed, burly man approached rapidly from the rear.

You fucking psycho bitch. I think you broke my hand. I’m gonna ...

That was as far as he got before the burly guy dressed in khakis and a flowered Hawaiian shirt reached around a passenger and grabbed the belligerent fool by his collar.

You’re going to do what, you little puke? What? You’re coming with me. Both of you. Now get moving and give me your seat assignments. Now!

Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? I’m going to have you arrested. You can’t fuck with me like this. I have rights.

I’m the Air Marshall, and you two fools are under arrest. Now get moving, you’re coming with me. Turn around and git.

The two men now firmly in grasp, he called ahead to the passengers lined up to go into the cabin.

OK, people, make way. Coming through.

As he hustled the two men back toward the front cabin door, passengers making way, hands firmly on the necks of the two jerks. He stopped, turned around, and looked back at Misti, Adam, and the redhead.

Sorry about the ruckus, folks, and these two jerks. It happens every once in a while. Booze and too much stupid. But I suspect I just saved them from a pretty big whoopin’ and much deserved one at that.

I’m the nice one in the family, Misti said with a grin. If my husband had gotten to them, they’d be in an ambulance right now. Thanks officer ....

Monroe. James Monroe.

Well, thank you James, we appreciate you jumping in.

Misti reached into her wallet and pulled out her business card. Here’s my card. If you need us for any reason, just call. And thanks again.

Adam was watching and smiling. Thanks, Mr. President. And good work.

Adam laughed.

The Air Marshall smiled back.

Very funny. Like I’ve never heard that one before.

Chapter 2

The airplane cabin quickly returned to normal. A few of the passengers witnessing the entire episode had kind words of appreciation for Adam and Misti for their intervention. A few of the women gave Misti a go girl look of support and an appreciative squeeze of her shoulder as they passed by. In just minutes the episode was completely forgotten as the passengers settled into their seats after stowing their carry-ons. Misti and Adam held hands as they now looked forward to a quiet and restful flight to Honolulu, not to mention the excitement and tantalizing promise of seven days of unbroken peace and quiet.

Misti smiled to herself, happy that she prevented Adam from going nuclear on the two bozos. It was far better for her to deal with these kinds of idiots. Adam only had two speeds; slow and deadly. Misti had many more nuanced speeds and could moderate her ire. Her training with Edward St. James over the many long years had taught her restraint; she knew that just because she could’ve hurt the two fools, and badly, it didn’t mean she had to. At least not on a crowded plane, and not on their honeymoon.

The redhead had been quiet, but finally looked over at her seat mates a little sheepishly and whispered, Thank you. That was very kind and very brave. I didn’t know what to do. They just wouldn’t leave me alone. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t ... dealt with them.

It was nothing, Adam said. Besides, my wife gets kinda ornery when she sees this kind of shi..., I mean stuff happening. But when it does, as you could see, she can be a handful.

Adam laughed at his own little joke which the redhead got right away. Pretty and quick, Misti noted.

The redhead burst out laughing, smiled a deep wide grin of appreciation, then looked directly at Misti and asked, Hands down, the best solution.

She held Misti’s gaze, then asked, "Can I give your husband a little thank you kiss? He’s clever and brave. Maybe a little scary too. You’re a lucky woman."

Misti laughed and said, "Go ahead, but you shouldn’t encourage him. He’ll expect sex from me tonight. And, his testosterone will be through the roof. Men, you know."

The woman giggled with delight.

Then Misti continued, "And I hope I get a kiss too. I did most of the handiwork work. Along with President Monroe, of course."

The redhead couldn’t suppress her glee, You can have two, one now and one on account. Whenever you want to collect, the woman said in a very flirty and playful tone. I’ll give you my number. Just call; I always pay my bills. And promptly, I might add.

With kisses? Misti asked, a slightly wicked edge to her question, reflected in her Cheshire cat smile. Misti knew this game and was better at it than most. She wanted to see where this went. The redhead was quite attractive and sweet. And even better, she looked yummy.

The redhead answered, Nope. Just on very special occasions. Like with two very nice and funny new friends. And I really do hope we can be friends. You really did a very nice thing, and I’m deeply appreciative.

Adam, seeing Misti in action, interrupted, and said, Well, I’m Adam St. James, and this is my wife, Misti. And, we’re delighted to have a new friend. Now, about that kiss? You did promise one, didn’t you?

"I did. I most certainly did. My name is Alana. Alana McCarthy. Now, as for that kiss. Where would you like it?"

Alana turned to face Adam, but was also looking over his shoulder at his very stunning wife, trying to decide if her flirtatious nature had gone too far with Misti.

Huh?

Forehead, lips, cheek or ...

Well, uh ...

Misti returned Alana’s gaze, smiling, which she held for just the right amount of time. Then Misti pursed her lips and blew Alana a kiss, signaling what she knew Adam would certainly enjoy and what she would certainly enjoy watching.

Then a kiss on the lips it is. That’s what you get when you answer too slowly. Now before we start, Mr., uh, what’s your last name again, mister?

St. James, I think.

Adam wasn’t as adept at the game as was his wife, and was unaware of the silent communication going on behind his back. That he was on an airplane, sitting on the tarmac with passengers all around, had ceased to be of any concern. His full attention was now on the two women whose banter he was not fully translating in his head.

Then Mr. St. James, I need a little more detail to get this right. You do want me to get this right, don’t you?

I guess ... I mean get it right, of course. Can’t be getting our friendship off to the wrong start.

Alana was in full flirty mode and was enjoying the banter with Adam and the subtle conspiracy with his wife. Adam was fidgeting in his seat; Alana took notice.

OK then. Which do you prefer, short, medium, long, or extra, extra-long? Your kiss I mean.

Silence.

Well? What’s it going to be?

Silence.

I’m waiting.

Uh, maybe it should just be a...

Extra, extra-long it is, then. You’re very slow at this, so I need to auto-fill answers when the conversation lags. Mrs. St. James? Anything to add before I begin?

He likes them big and wet, with lots of tongue. Lots.

OK, then. I have received your order and will now do my best to fill it.

Alana looked at a mystified Adam, and thought what a sweet, and nerdy guy he must be in real life. Not his wife though. She was something else entirely and the redhead would look forward to filling her order in a more intimate setting if given half a chance.

The cabin doors have been shut and we’re now preparing for takeoff. Passengers should be seated with their seat belts fastened, your tray tables in their upright and locked position, and seatbacks pulled forward for takeoff. Thank you and please enjoy our flight to Nome, Alaska.

There were immediate murmurs throughout the cabin.

Just kidding folks, just a little airline humor from the captain. We’re off to beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii.

Alana looked at Adam and Misti and said, Well that’s unfortunate. Looks like you’ll both have to wait to collect your rewards until we get to Honolulu. You are staying in Waikiki, aren’t you?

Misti replied, "Indeed we are. The honeymoon suite at the Island Outrigger. And you?"

"The Honolulu Towers. Condos, I think. Somewhere near Waikiki Beach, I’m told. My friend, who canceled on me at the last minute, made the reservations. Never trust a man when it comes to romance."

Hey, I’m romantic, Adam protested. And adorable, too. Don’t forget adorable.

"I think you’re very sweet and adorable. Very much so, said Alana, once again looking past Adam to meet Misti’s gaze. And I hope I can talk you two into dinner one night, if I’m not interrupting. Or getting in the way. Your honeymoon, I gather?"

Misti answered for her hubby, Yes, it is. But there’s a back story and I’d very much like to share it with you. If you’d like to hear it.

I would. Poor Mr. St. James, though, said Alana smoothly and innocently. We’ll have to talk across him.

Misti heard the invitation loud and clear. "Well, since we're just about to take off, why don’t you and Adam switch seats for the flight? I’d like to get cozy with you for a few hours and share some intimate thoughts. You know, girl thoughts."

Adam was disconsolate and knew he now had to move. A minute ago, he had been #2, but was now being relegated to third wheel status. At least for the rest of the flight. Misti nestled in next to Alana, as if they had been the closest of girlfriends since childhood. Alana whispered something in Misti’s ear, soft and low. Misti did likewise, her hand now resting on Alana’s shoulder conspiratorially.

Giggling, Misti then said aloud for Adam’s benefit, It’s a deal, Alana. Dinner tonight in our suite. Seven o’clock sharp. Dress is casual, and we’re avowed minimalists. It’s Hawaii, and itsy bitsy teeny weeny black bikinis are standard. It’s what I’m told, of course. Maybe we can compare outfits. Wouldn’t that be fun?

The flight took off on schedule and was expected to arrive in Hawaii on time by mid-afternoon. Then there would be a limo to their hotels, some time to refresh and settle in, then Alana would join them later. Misti would send their limo around to collect her when she was ready. The girls exchanged numbers and promised to call each other as soon as they were settled.

Misti told Adam he could zone out if he wanted and go to that quiet place in his mind. Adam had the annoying ability to both go under and tune out the world while hearing every word that was spoken between his wife and the fascinating and enchanting Alana McCarthy.

The girls talked about everything and the conversation was both brisk and non-stop. Misti found her new friend to be funny, witty, and very clever. She had a wicked sense of humor and could turn a phrase to make Misti laugh or roll her eyes. Misti was captivated, that was clear. Adam smiled inwardly to himself, happy that his wife had met someone she could talk to. Life back home afforded few chances to meet exotic new friends in a relaxed and laid-back atmosphere.

He wasn’t paying strict attention to their chat, instead mentally working on some problem he needed to resolve for a project back home. His outer ear was still engaged, however.

Then Alana asked Misti what she did for a living and what exactly did Adam do? Misti danced around the answer and gave some details that would suggest a bucolic academic life in sleepy Barrows Bay, British Columbia. Misti mentioned that she was working as a linguistic anthropologist and Adam was a computer genius. They did interesting work for private clients and the government, but seldom had the opportunity to travel much anymore. Life on Vancouver Island was slow; a perfect life for the newlyweds among the pines and nearby family.

Alana was genuinely interested, she said, and wanted to learn more. She was curious to learn just how much more they would share. She said she too did work for the government and occasionally for private clients, but admitted she too would be unable to say much more about it.

Misti asked what her profession was. Alana answered softly, secretively, I’m a federal computer security specialist. You know, a government hacker.

She paused, then continued, My work is mostly for the FBI, CIA, and NSA. I do some private consulting too, but, like I said, as little as possible. I wish I could say more, but I’m really not allowed to. My father is a Professor of Physics at UCSD. Works in quantum mechanics, mostly theoretical stuff. We have a small consulting firm that we run together. Mostly we just wait for a call from the alphabets, you know the government types, but sometimes we get offers from private concerns. I don’t like working for them as much though; work is seldom very interesting, and it often means travel. I don’t like being away from home all that much; I still have some issues to work through there, I guess. And then working for the private firms entails a lot of BS I don’t like. Expectations and social crap. So, very often, I’m not their cup of tea. And that’s just fine with me.

Misti knew that Adam would be awake in a heartbeat and would be interested in discussing what all Alana did for a living.

He suddenly opened his eyes and leaned over toward the girls.

So, you work in technology. How interesting; me too. What did you say you did again?

Chapter 3

Adam repeated, I didn’t hear that last thing.

Adam was suddenly wide awake and interested in hearing much more about the work life of the now officially mysterious Alana McCarthy. Her vocation appeared to be right up Adam’s alley, and now he had something interesting in common with Misti’s new girlfriend. Something more than flirting and a few undelivered kisses.

Well, like I said, I can’t really tell you much. It’s highly confidential and mostly dry boring stuff anyway. Not very exciting, I must admit. And how did you do that anyway?

Do what? Both Adam and Misti chimed in at the same time.

You were dead to the world. Asleep, or thinking, or something. But then suddenly you were wide awake. How did you do that? You don’t even look sleepy.

Happy to explain. Let’s agree to an exchange. You know, you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine. Deal?

Alana was puzzled. She wasn’t sure exactly what Adam was proposing, so she looked back at Misti for an explanation.

Sorry? An exchange for what?

Misti translated, "What he is saying, in his cryptic and extremely convoluted way, is that he will tell you how he does his mind thing, if you’ll tell him all about your work, even though you just told him you can’t. It’s Adamspeak, and it takes a little while for normal people to understand the way his perverse little mind works. Fortunately, in these and other matters, you both have me as an intimate. To explain him, that is."

Alana smiled, sensing a vague double entendre, Well I definitely want to explore all possible avenues. And to show you mine, I mean. Did you say dinner is at seven?

Misti was smitten with this woman right away. Be-have, young lady. On second thought, maybe it's better if you don’t. Dinner is at seven, but appetizers are at six. Or whenever you arrive, and whichever occurs first.

Adam said, All right ladies, settle down. Now, as I was saying, what do you do again?

I can’t say. Not allowed. Really, I wish I could.

"Well, of course you can. You can say what kind of work you do, just not what you are doing. If I heard you right, you said you’re a computer hacker in service to America."

Alana said, You have awfully good hearing, Dr. St. James. Better than I thought. I whispered that.

Misti said, You have no idea the skills this man has. Some are even useful. But he’s right. You can share a little without violating your contract with America. We can too, and our work is way above top secret. Same employers by the way. Same melody, different lyrics.

Adam said, "Besides Misti and I both have above top-secret clearances. We may even know some of the same people. Wouldn’t that be crazy?"

I think you’re crazy enough for all of us, Adam Stephen.

This was Misti’s signal to take it easy.

"So please just leave Alana alone for five minutes. We just met, so save the third degree for later. Besides, she’s right that we shouldn’t be chatting it up on a plane. We can get you two talking tech porn tonight. At dinner."

Alana said, And you can share what you do that’s top secret and involves linguistics. You must have a very talented tongue. I’m definitely interested in how you use that skill in your work and private life.

If you must know, I am an accomplished linguist with fantastic oral skills. And I’m very good at my work, too.

Misti smiled her most feminine and naughty look, something not lost on Alana. Or Adam.

So maybe I can show you some of the finer points of my technique a little later. If you’re interested, of course. I’m always interested in new challenges and new experiences. And you?

"I think I can always check into my place later tonight. I mean, what’s the rush? Some things are better shared, and should be approached very, very slowly and methodically. Unhurried and leisurely. Like a dinner for two. Or a three-course meal. Wouldn’t you agree? Slow and steady, take our time. Explore the palate, savor the experience. You know, to get all the nuances just right."

Adam was well out of this conversation, and only dimly following whatever these two had in their lascivious minds. He did enjoy watching the seduction as it unfolded though. Misti was normally very good at the game, whatever game that happened to be. But Alana was an equal to his wife and her suggestive manner, both word and body, was enjoyable to watch. He never minded just watching, particularly when it involved Misti and the show was superb.

Sadly, he thought, this performance probably wouldn’t include him, actively or passively. That would be a shame. But he knew Misti would eventually clue him in on his role when the time came. For now, he decided to go back to his thoughts and see what developed later.

Adam was back and conscious just as the plane hit the tarmac in Honolulu on time and on schedule. The girls had been talking on the whole flight, sharing what they could, given that there were young children around. Including Adam.

Misti had whispered to Alana as they waited for their bags that she had no secrets from her husband, and he would be comfortable in letting them explore their new friendship – alone and in private.

He’s unique that way. He has his needs, which I help him with, and I have mine. Mostly they’re the same and we enjoy our worlds together. But he also understands that I have my own desires and all he asks is that I be honest with him about them.

Alana said nothing.

He knows that if it was up to me, I’d rather not be involved with men at all, so my dalliances never go in that direction. In exchange, he allows me wide latitude in everything else. And, just so you know, he’s not the jealous type or possessive. But he is very protective, as am I with him.

So why are you with him, then? It doesn’t sound like your libidos are a match at all.

"Not true. In fact, they’re a perfect match. Perfect for the lives we lead and things we enjoy. It’s not the usual; I’ll grant you that. And it would take a long, long time to explain it, if that was even possible. But he’s the most amazing partner I could ever have. He makes me immensely, immensely happy every day. The way he thinks, the way he imagines me, and the many new ways we can both enjoy each other and be happy. And the ways and details of his willingness to grow. And he expects me to always be exactly who I am, the authentic me, even when a lot of it springs from a very dark place and painful past. That part is complicated, and he’s the only one who has ever understood what it means to be me. To be like me and to love me for it. That part can never be replaced by sex alone, no matter how good it is. It’s a wonderful, rare gift."

"I’ve never experienced that kind of love, and I guess I may never understand what it’s like. My life has been so different and so cruel at times. I have so many phobias and fears; sometimes I cannot even see a future that’s right directly in front of me. Sometimes I’m just plain scared and wish I could start my life over. A reboot. Maybe be a different person, or just have a different life. One that didn’t constantly haunt me and make me feel so solitary and alone. I just don’t know any other way to live, but I wish I did.

I was just like you only a year ago, and just as afraid. Couldn’t see an inch in front of my nose and only one friend I could ever talk to. He was my mentor and a good man. But he was not my future, nor could he ever be my happiness.

Misti stopped for a moment, looking at the pain that was evident all around her new friend. There was a deep well of sadness in her eyes, yet Misti sensed a sincere heart and a kind soul. Misti knew this organically, just as she knew Adam’s heart too. Knew it without any explanation or proof.

Misti wanted to begin something with this woman, but just what or why eluded her in the moment. But she did; she just felt it. She hoped it might be a lasting adventure and, if so, that Adam might get to know Alana too. But like any kind of relationship, only time would tell.

Misti continued, You have no idea who or what I am, or what my life has been like. Adam didn’t either when we began. And believe me, he has had his challenges too. He isn’t like anyone else in this world; he is an entirely rare, and exceptional creature. He can be understood only in the context of the qualities he is willing to show and the love he is willing to share, and with whom he desires to share himself. And we are few.

Alana was quiet, not understanding what Misti was trying to say.

If you’d rather think this over, our dinner tonight, I mean, I’d completely understand. This is your honeymoon after all, and maybe I really should be somewhere else. Especially tonight. Maybe this is a bad idea; I didn’t mean it to be. It’s just that the both of you seem so delightful, so funny and nice.

"Oh no. No, no, no. You misunderstand what I’m saying. I need you to come over tonight and nothing that we just said has changed that even one little bit. Not a single solitary thing. I want you to be with us tonight. I want to explore every tiny facet and side of you, just you. The joy and the sadness; the pain and pleasure too. And like with Adam when we first began, I want to begin with you right away. Tonight, when we are together, and for whatever time we have afterward. Until we know what this feeling is. I know you feel it too."

Misti looked at Alana.

Don’t be afraid to let yourself be happy. You need only give yourself permission.

Alana was tearing up, hearing things she hadn’t expected and feeling somehow safe with a woman she had only just met.

I’m damaged, Alana said, simply and flatly.

So am I. So is Adam, and so are all the broken and wounded hearts in my insane family. You’re not alone and you have nothing to be afraid of. Just let it go, all the fear and all the pain. Don’t allow trepidation and doubt to be the excuse to stop before you discover what might be happiness. I once gave in to fear with Adam and it almost cost me everything. It’s corrosive. Put it away, just for tonight, and then let’s see what tomorrow brings. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

What about Adam?

What about him? Misti asked back.

"I’m not ready for a man yet. I need to tell you things; difficult things. I’ve never been with a man in a romantic way; it hasn’t ever been right. But still, I’m not like you; I want to be with a man. I just don’t know how. Not yet. Maybe never."

Adam will be fine. Besides, I think he wants you for your brain, not your body. You can never be completely sure with him; he’s an enigma even to me. But I think I see friendship rather than lust in his eyes.

Alana smiled at the thought.

How can’t he want all this? Worms in the brain and all?

I don’t know about him, but I certainly know I do.

You’re not going to make me your bitch, are you?

Hadn’t thought of it like that, but maybe. Misti paused, We can take turns and see what happens. You know, science experiments.

I do like science experiments, you know. Where’s your Lab?

Just follow me.

Chapter 4

Alana called her hotel to explain that she would eventually arrive, but that her check-in might be late, indeed very late. She provided her credit card details and The Towers complex was more than happy to hold her reservation against a very late check-in, even if she arrived as late as noon the following day. With that small detail taken care of, she turned her attention to managing her luggage and the excitement of spending time on the beach in the honeymoon suite of a very exclusive and toney fantasy hotel.

Misti had traveled extensively, so from securing the bags at Baggage Claim, through agriculture control, to porters loading their gear into the limo, Adam and Alana stepped back and let her take charge. Cash came out and changed hands and very quickly the three were motoring away from Honolulu Airport and on toward the international playground that is the very beautiful Waikiki Beach.

The hotel, the Island Outrigger, was an old school, internationally acclaimed and pricey stop for anyone with enough money and connections to get a reservation. Money wasn’t alone the criteria, but enough money and modest notoriety might get you a bed for the night. With a three-night minimum that is. From getting your foot in the door for an average room to reaching the priciest suite on the top floor took connections, and good ones. Fortunately, Edward had those connections and within an hour of making the phone call to an old investment banking buddy, the kids were in.

The limo greeting them at the airport had been arranged by the hotel which meant that hotel staff was on hand to greet them as they arrived at the hotel.

There was no check-in; that was for the rabble. They would be greeted at the entrance to the hotel lobby, luggage to be whisked up immediately to their suite, and unpacked for them, then the three would be provided a short tour of the facility with an explanation of the many amenities available to the lucky few who could claim to be a guest. They would have a specific concierge, Fred, available to them day or night to provide for every need, no matter how important or how trivial. Alana was registered to their suite as their guest, and would be staying with them in a separate bedroom. She was to have all the privileges accorded to Adam and Misti, and was to have extended to her the full benefits of this extravagant arrangement, including room and hotel charges for any item or any service tickling her fancy.

When the hotel facility tour was complete, their private concierge escorted them to their top floor suite and explained in detail all the features of a stay in the honeymoon suite. He assured them that if anyone had any questions, day or night, they needed only to ring. When Adam asked how he could be available 24/7, Fred replied that he was one of three Fred’s assigned to make their stay magnificent. A single name being easier to remember, he would be their Fred eight hours a day.

No tipping was required, or even permitted, for their stay at the Island Outrigger, as a certain Mr. Edward St. James had provided amply for staff in advance. With that note, Fred departed.

The girls squealed with delight at the prospect of a full week at the hotel, with every whim, no matter how ridiculous, attended to with dispatch. Their clothes, toiletries, and other tools that Misti had discreetly packed away for their honeymoon had been carefully stowed away in closets, drawers and in the bed-stands on either side of the huge king bed. Six huge overstuffed down pillows lined the edge of the bed along the solid oak headboard of the four-poster bed. The linens, towels, and furnishings throughout were extravagantly appointed and there was no lack of space - plenty of room to roam, no matter the reason.

The main living space was equally and elegantly appointed, with a small intimate dining table overlooking the beach, together with an elegant formal dining room table with eight matching chairs set back from the window, and away from prying eyes. Sofas and chairs were splashed around the large room and on the other end of the suite was the second bedroom. The girls didn’t immediately explore the space, although Alana did disappear into the room briefly, emerging with a small case of necessaries she packed just in case.

While the girls delighted in the opulence they expected to indulge as often as they could indulge it, Adam was setting up his electronics. It may have been his honeymoon, he said, but that was no reason to be away from his important work toys and goodies. There were things to do and places to go in his cyber world; he would not be cut off from his digital domain.

Adam knew full well that the girls would soon disappear into the master bedroom, and if prior experience with his wife was any indicator, they wouldn’t emerge any time soon. He had no expectation of seeing his wife until well after eight o’clock, if then. By nine, if the girls still remained engaged, he would order in for himself and make plans to sleep in Alana’s room. To that end, he picked out a change of clothing and rescued his own kit from the master bathroom. He settled in on the couch looking out over the beach and the coastline of Waikiki.

The girls popped out for a moment, each giving Adam a kiss on the cheek, telling him what a wonderful and caring soul he was, then darting quickly back into the bedroom, the door closed tightly and locked. They were dressed in ultra-short silk robes, with tantalizing cleavage in steamy abundance.

Misti popped her head back out and told Adam they would be bathing for a while and for him to occupy himself as he wished. She also mentioned that he shouldn’t be alarmed at loud screams, religious references, or filthy language that emanated from the general direction of the master bedroom. They had his organics with them; his were carefully concealed inside his shaving set. With that information announced, she shut the door and disappeared inside.

Four hours later, two women bearing some resemblance to the two women he knew as Misti St. James and Alana McCarthy emerged from the master bedroom, red eyed, disheveled, and very hungry. Their afternoon and evening had been loud and raucous and, if moans, groans and assorted sighs, whispers, and largely unintelligible noises, cursing and protestations of all sorts meant anything, then Adam assumed that the honeymoon had gotten off to a terrific start.

Not for him, mind you, but his turn would come soon enough. At least he hoped it would, anyway. If Misti was anything, she was a sexual athlete in remarkable shape with an endless well of erotic stamina.

He gave them the rundown on available food and other sustenance, then sent them away to repair the superficial exterior damage before the help arrived to serve them. Appetizers would appear in a half hour or so, and dinner would follow a half hour after that. Dining would be in the formal dining room. Dessert would follow shortly thereafter.

After that, the help would discreetly clear the table, remake the bed, refresh the linens and towels, and repair any damage. Then the second of the double feature would commence later in the evening.

The girls were back sitting on the couch with Adam, one woman on each side, when the first installment of food arrived. The three gathered around the big formal dining room table and picked at the assortment of appetizers assembled by the cook staff, the theme of which tonight was Hawaiian seafood Polynesian style. At least that’s what Adam called it, his cooking lexicon extending well beyond his excellent culinary skills in authentic antojitos Mexicanos.

Alana, by contrast, was somewhat more focused on the fish and crustaceans that had given their lives for the meal, together with the preparations, sauces and goodies meant mainly for presentation. Her food lexicon too was quite extensive, unlike Misti. As Misti’s forte was consuming food rather than naming or cooking it, she listened carefully, then headed for the sautéed shrimp in some exotic oriental sauce. For such a petite woman, Adam thought, his girl had an amazing ability to make food disappear. Though he would never admit it, Adam truly enjoyed a woman with a healthy appetite. Where this came from, as well as a host of his favorite sexual fetishes, were unknowns he thought little about. If he enjoyed his peculiar spices, who cared?

Misti rarely said no to any of his requests, as she considered most of his tastes and preferences to be relatively harmless and often a lot of fun. For a guy who writes code for a living, she thought, he seemed seldom confined by social rules or convention. His active imagination was constantly feeding him new ideas for sexual gymnastics and even newer themed exploits.

Misti admired his creativity, but was far more deviant in her tastes as she rounded into the early stages of her own sexual seasoning. And at just twenty-four, she assumed she still had a way to go before peaking sexually. She had tried a lot, been introduced to more, and thought she knew her boundaries along the outer edges of sexual perversion. But her boundaries were, to her, mere estimates and guidelines; there was little she would deny herself if she was determined to explore new territory.

When the main course came, Adam asked for desserts to be brought up immediately and the room restoration crew set to work as they ate. He closed the dining room door for privacy and asked that the crew be finished within the next half hour. There were to be no more disturbances after that.

So, are you girls going to keep me in suspense or are you going to make me ask - or worse beg - for a recap of your evening in the big bed. You sure sounded like all the fun was at your place.

Alana went first. "It ... was ... absolutely exceptional, hot, nasty, filthy sex and I enjoyed it over and over and over and... well, I think you get the picture. Your wife is one dirty girl. I mean, I’m no ingénue or prude for that matter, but holy moly guacamole is she limber and ... well, let’s just leave it at that. I’m not sure my legs still work, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be sore in some places I didn’t know could be exercised like that. She tells me that you guys do this ... frequently. Damn, I have new respect for you, my boy. And that story of the five times with ... what’s her name?"

Hannah, said Misti. Hannah the slut. And whore.

Misti smiled a childish petulant grin, just to show Adam that she could enhance his rep while disparaging his ex, all at the same time. Adam didn’t mind so long as she kept her word not to do his ex any bodily harm. He was mostly sure she would keep her promise.

And you, Misti, what do you have to add?

"As you know, I don’t normally like to kiss and tell - bad manners. But since you ask, and since she’s right here at the table, I guess I can say that, that was ... freakin’ ... awe-some. I mean it. And, just in case you’re wondering, her hair color is absolutely authentic. I did a close-up examination in case she was hiding contraband. I was very thorough."

She is, isn’t she, Alana? Thorough I mean.

Alana looked a little uncomfortable discussing her doing his wife over dinner and dessert, but he assured her repeatedly that it was quite alright.

Adam said, reassuring her, Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. We say all kinds of crazy shit in our home. We have few boundaries, and fewer limits when we talk. Even when she gets mad at me, which is also part of the deal. So, be relaxed and try not to think self-consciously. We’re pretty open about everything and just so you know, I generally do whatever my wife asks. She’s the one with the smarts. I’m the pretty one.

He overstates, but only by a little, Misti said. Not the ‘pretty one’ part, but Adam is as stubborn as a mule, even worse than his father. And his father is a seasoned tyrant.

Edward, the man paying for our private Disneyland, sounds wonderful. Please give him a hug for me. He sounds ... interesting. And a little scary, just like you, Adam. Misti has shared some anecdotes. I hope you don’t mind me saying.

Nope. And I happen to agree. I don’t have appropriate restraints on my ‘other’ except for Misti. I probably would’ve beaten those guys today, and badly, but for her. Their behavior was crude and disrespectful. I’m my father’s son in that respect. But then, we hold somewhat old-world views on third party inappropriate behavior. Especially toward women.

Misti said to Adam, I don’t mind anything you do, sweetie. Really, I don’t. So long as you let me handle the little stuff. Like today.

Alana watched as her two new friends smiled at each other and wondered if they were good Samaritans or fringe psychopaths.

As if reading Alana’s mind, Adam said, No worries, Alana. We don’t do this kind of thing often. Just when men treat women badly and only when it comes our way. We can’t fix the world, but we can keep the world around us a little safer. That’s all.

And you would do that for me? You two hardly know me.

Adam smiled then laughed to himself. First, of course I would do that for you, and as often as you needed me to; so would Misti. You’re always safe around us, at least as safe as anyone can ever be.

He tried to contain his laughter, but couldn’t.

What? What did I say? Alana asked. Why are you laughing?

"Well, I wouldn’t say that we both hardly know you at all. At least not after recent behavior today, anyway. I think Misti may have picked up a few new insights. And, I hear the sex was pretty good too."

Your hearing was excellent, said Alana. I need to keep that in mind. What other surprises do you have in store for me, Dr. St. James?

Well, Ms. McCarthy, as long as you’re asking, I do have a few questions I’d like to ask. Shall we move into the living room and smoke some relaxation?

Misti smiled and said, Lead on. You’re the boss. Within reason, that is.

Hardly.

I know, but you’ve been such a doll tonight, said Misti. So, I may let you off easy. Later that is.

Misti was smiling, but not about what Adam was thinking. Her appetite had been whetted, then sated, then whetted again. She looked forward to the change of pace that would be her husband. There’d probably be some bruises in the morning, she thought. She just wasn’t sure who would be wearing them.

After that, Misti would probably sneak into Alana’s room later to provide her with some additional and urgent training in compliance and restraint. Alana had proven remarkably receptive to Misti’s basic training. She was anxious to further her education.

No time like the present.

Chapter 5

Dinner was over, the worker bees had finished their labors in the suite, and had departed. Food, dishes, and all evidence of dinner was gone save for desserts which were still residing on the dining room table. The young folk were settled in the living room with Misti and Adam seated comfortably in the love seat holding hands, while Alana was sprawled like a cat on the sofa, facing them. She was wearing khaki shorts and a UCSD t-shirt, her hair pulled back, a profusion of red. She wore no makeup, but none was necessary to reveal her natural beauty.

Misti looked at her with the passion and lust of a new and fresh relationship; Alana returned the look with equal enthusiasm. The interplay wasn’t lost on Adam and was duly noted. But for him it was neutral data, that’s all.

Adam saw something different, not that he didn’t find Alana attractive or would have minded joining in. He wasn’t an idiot, but that was not yet part of their collective relationship and, if it was to happen, he could wait. Like so many things in his relationship and marriage to Misti, she would drive these events, so he was happy to allow her to guide everyone to their proper places and eventual roles. If it didn’t work out, she would let him know.

But for the present, right there in the living room, Adam was ready to light up and relax. Though Alana looked fetching and incredibly desirable, he was only interested in learning about what she did. He was curious, but mostly because she was reluctant to say anything about her work or clients. But if she did the work she called hacking and for the government, then he wanted to know more about her and what she did for them. While the American government could be massively wasteful and incompetent in many realms, it was quite the contrary when it came to high technology, spy craft, and weapons systems. In the realm of spy craft, superior hacking was one of the crown jewels. Many of the computer security specialists employed by Uncle Sam were young and gifted. Excellence was recognized quickly and didn’t require a series of letters following a name.

It was a true meritocracy.

The NSA didn’t bother with talented teens looking to embarrass their local congressman or kids willing to break into somebody’s online head shop. Their work was serious and comprehensive, as recent public disclosures had revealed. America wasn’t alone in this; China and Russia as well as a host of other countries had their young talent hard at work on everything from stealing corporate intelligence to breaking into the DOD HR database.

Hacking was fun on TV and in the movies; outside of cinema it was hard core and often deadly serious with scary and very dire real-world consequences.

This was what Adam saw when he looked across at Alana, reclined and eagerly waiting to be taken by his wife again. The ladies would have to wait, as he had been promised this time now to be with their new friend to interrogate her at length. Then he had a late-night date with his wife, which he might agree to forgo until the next day if they behaved themselves. This assumed that Alana sufficiently answered all of his over-the-top and intrusive questions.

They lit up and relaxed. The girls continued to flirt with each other from the couches they occupied.

Just so you ladies know, I am actually physically present in the room. Hello?

Yes, Adam, we know, said a less than amiable Misti. Why don’t you get on with whatever you think is so important, so we can all carry on with the important business at hand.

Which is?

Which is exploring intrapersonal relationships and developing new friendships. I know you’re familiar with the concepts. Generally, anyway.

Her tone was dismissive and snarky.

Adam said, Don’t be that way, Misti. Your attitude is both uncalled for and unkind. I can leave you two to your fun, and check in at another hotel if that nasty tone doesn’t disappear right this minute.

Both girls snapped back to the present rather than the recent past and what they both hoped would be their near future.

Misti spoke up immediately.

I’m sorry, sweetie. You’re right, you’ve been sweet, and that was uncalled for and unkind. Preoccupied, and not myself, I guess. Please forgive me.

Distracted?

Adam asked, but it was more of an assertion than a question.

Misti replied, not taking her eyes off Alana, I’ll behave, I promise. But with the two of you here with me and all this delicious lust floating around the room, a girl for sure can get totally distracted. I don’t know when to start or stop. You see my dilemma?

Adam said, I see you dissembling, just like my father. At least you learned your craft well from the master. Smooth and not a single milligram of truth in anything you just said.

Misti and Alana both stopped staring, and both turned their attention to Adam.

Then Misti said, What does that mean, mister?

It means that you two would much rather be naked and messing up the big bed right now rather than sitting here waiting for me to interrogate Alana about anything as trivial as her work. You have each undressed the other a dozen times since dinner, and I suspect that in your perverse and lascivious little minds, you can imagine being somewhere, anywhere, just not in this living room with me right now.

Misti was uncharacteristically stunned while Alana was looking around the room, like a child busted by her parents for masturbating in the bathroom. Neither was chastened by the observation although they did both admit to his point.

I’m sorry, said Alana. "Adam is right. We’re being very rude and a little mean. You have been a dear and a good sport all day. I promised you something and I should be true to my word. Forgive us?"

Adam said, When you put it that way, Alana, of course. But I’m not sure Misti is really part of your ‘us’, are you dear?

Nope. Maybe you’re right about everything, but I’m still not feeling apologetic about it. Not even close.

Adam first said, This isn’t your finest moment, Misti and we’ll see how you react when the tables are turned. Perhaps I’ll move on to London so you two can do whatever you please. Alana and I can discuss what was promised before I leave.

If that’s how you feel, then go ahead, said Misti. Her tone was cold and remorseless.

No! said Alana. That is not OK.

Adam thought about Misti’s challenge, and contemplated leaving for London the next day.

Adam said, "For the immediate future, you girls go and do ... well, do whatever you want to do. But Misti, there is a two-hour time limit. After that, Alana comes out alone and we get to talk. If you don’t, I’ll have my answer. You, Misti, I don’t need to see for the rest of the evening. I’ll leave in the morning, and you should return to Seattle when you finish up here."

Alana was suddenly uncomfortable with the dialogue between her two friends. It didn’t seem like fun any longer, and she was wishing she was back home or in her Waikiki condo.

Misti said nothing, willing to push her husband then, or at any time.

Adam said, And you, Misti, just remember what just happened here for future reference. You’ll come to regret your attitude and tone tonight.

With that, he got up, grabbed a light jacket he probably didn’t need, and went for a walk on the beach. He wasn’t sure whether he would return.

Misti absorbed the comment without reflection, knowing that his words had significance whenever Adam displayed pique. However, gripped as she was by the immediacy of other exigencies, she resolved to moderate her tone and retract her caustic tongue and manner. Though married and devoted to Adam, she realized that her past lifetime without him had developed defenses and a toxic anger toward men that she didn’t normally feel for him. But even when her worst came out, Adam rarely took notice.

Tonight, he did.

Misti was still adjusting to life with Adam and knew this was a part of the deal they had fashioned for themselves. They allowed for the grinding of rough edges, but the bruising of hearts wasn’t the province of either of them. She resolved that she would try to do better.

Adam, for his part, thought he was being strict; laying down the law. Alana was just beginning to see the very dim outer edges of the Misti and Adam dynamic, and she was fascinated with what she thought she saw. Both were funny and witty, and she already believed that neither would ever be intentionally cruel or disparaging to the other. It was, however, still a contest of wills among equals and that was truly where the tension lay. Adam would get his way, she surmised, but only when Misti let him. And Misti would let him whenever she could.

Misti loved Adam; but they were both strong willed with type A personalities. Each could be caustic with a cruel edge that came from brutal honesty and bluntness.

Alana wanted more of each. Much more. She hoped that everything she saw, or thought she saw, was real. If it was, she would like to see where this trail led.

Alana knew exactly where she was going with Misti. But with Adam? She had no clue.

That was cruel and uncalled for, is all Alana said to Misti. I won’t be the cause of a rift between you two, so I’m leaving. Adam has been sweet and tolerant. Misti, you’re being a bully and selfish. Perhaps I don’t know you at all.

Chapter 6

Adam went for his walk , then returned, packed, and did some work. At five minutes to the two-hour deadline, Alana popped out of the big bedroom, looking showered and refreshed. She was still dressed as before with her hair a little less wild. She smiled at Adam affectionately, but glided smoothly past him to the small refrigerator near Adam’s work area and pulled out a chilled bottle of sparkling water from within. She grabbed an apple and a banana from a bowl in the living room that looked more decorative than functional, then sat next to Adam. Adam, who was watching Alana flit from spot to spot, was surprised when Alana chose her new perch beside him. He wasn’t uncomfortable, just not expecting her company to be so close.

Adam smiled at Alana, then said, No sweets, I see. The desserts do look yummy; nothing to tempt you?

He looked closely at Alana, thinking his first instinct about her natural beauty had been dead wrong. She was even more beautiful than he had noticed, her complexion pale and white, lightly spotted with cute freckles, her skin smooth and otherwise flawless. She was breathtaking in an understated way, a beautiful woman made lovelier because she was sincerely unaware of her own great beauty.

Adam thought she would make someone happy; she seemed kind and innocent, a woman who would or at least should be desired by any man. A keeper as his father would say; a hidden gem to any other guy. He wondered momentarily about her backstory, though he suspected he would now never come to know it. He would be polite and civil, then depart in the morning and fly to London.

Misti could follow or not; if this was her idea of happiness, he didn’t need or want any of it.

But he had learned in the short span of a few hours that as innocent as Alana might appear, something quite different