Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 20:59:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Lukenbill <cooleststories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost in the Blaze Part 1: In the Mix

Disclaimer: This story is intended for personal use, if the concept of
intimate relationships and sex between a boy and a teenager are offensive
to you do not continue reading, if such material is illegal in your locale
do not continue reading. It is up to you to know the laws governing stories
of this nature in your location, not me. All characters are fabricated for
fictional purposes, none are intentionally based on anybody living or
dead. Also, the history in this story is not entirely... and for the most
part just isn't at all acurate. Don't use it in a conversation, you'll be
laughed at... and more importantly don't give me a hard time about it!

All that being said, this first chapter doesn't contain any sex, that comes
later, this is what we call a plot based story! I've never written a story
quite like this one before so we'll take it as we go. for now check out the
Vibe, see if you like it, more is on the way soon.


Lost in the Blaze
by Devon Avery
Chapter One: In the Mix


OK, I'm not good at this introduction thing so lets just jump into it.

	Peace and Prayer, both my guns drawn I'm running from a whole squad
of british police officers, I've got about a block on them, but I'm really
hoping this plan falls into place. for a split second I see nothing, then
out of thin air the car becomes visible, a bright red italian super
car. "Nice touch," I think to myself, "Wonder if I get to keep it when this
is over." A bullet whizzes by my ear and I am reassured that at the moment
the car has to take a back seat to surviving. I fire 4 quick shots back at
the angry police mob emptying completely the case in Peace, how Ironic all
I have left is Prayer. The car swings around and the passenger door raised
I leap in, and barely have time to tuck my legs in when we nail a negative
G. Squealing tires ring in my amplification gear as I see the hood of the
car go invisible I look in the driver seat, the car is being controlled
remotely, no driver. Whatever I'm carrying in the pouch on my belt must be
worth a whole lot of something to somebody.
	We lost the police miles ago and have entered traffic I'm baffled
by the fact that nobody has run into the invisible car yet, until I notice
the vehicles surrounding me are all black vans, and the drivers are all
wearing black business suits... an entourage, this keeps getting
deeper. I'm momentarily prepared for the worst as The car swings at an
extreme rate of speed toward what looks to be a brick wall. I reach for the
door handle, no go, I'm locked in. The procession around me boxes around
the Ferrari concealing it from the view of onlookers. At the last moment
the brick wall slides up in a jarred motion, a concealed entrance to a loft
in downtown London, the entrance slams down behind the Ferrari and it's
doors go up. as it screeches to a halt. Stepping out I stagger for a brief
second and then survey the surroundings. We are parked on top of a platform
with a lighted walkway velour in red there is only one door in the room
leading into a hallway that bears several paintings lining darkly painted
walls to contrast the red plush carpet. Not like home, but impressive
nonetheless. as I walk through the hallway I am taking in every little
detail trying to gauge the social stature of the individual whose
apparently hosting me, I take the pause in action to reload Peace and leave
the empty cartridge lying next to the Ferrari. My hand never leaves the
handle of my gun. The pictures on the wall indicate to me that we are
dealing with a serious British bloodline. Several crowns and unthinkably
elaborate jewelry adorn the figures in the images.
	As I continue through the hallway along the lighted pathway, I
enable my vision gear and magnify the hallway a few dozen times quickly
confirming that there are no branching hallways or doors all the way to the
steel cap at the end of the hallway. I continue forward enabling a reverse
view... which turns out all clear..."I've been here for an entire minute
and I'm not being ambushed looks like a good deal." I notice a portion of
the wall ahead with painting spaced slightly further apart than the rest of
the hall, This must my "out." as I approach it my suspicions prove true and
the section of wall pivots open. I peer through this new doorway. It leads
down a long corridor of solid white walls very dimly lit. This is no doubt
a screening walk. They wanna know what I'm packing. Pretending to be
puzzled I feel around the door sill planting mini explosive patches with my
palms. I place Peace and Prayer in the X-Ray proof holsters around my chest
and proceed down the corridor. as I walk I knock on the wall noting the
difference in echoes between certain areas of the corridor. I already knew
what this walk was for, but I wanted those on the other side of the window
to know that I didn't roll off of the turnip truck yesterday.
	I follow the corridor to a room at the end not remembering this
much space on the outside of the building. I reach the room. A single light
in the entire room is shining on an empty seat in front of a ginormous
mahogany desk. Behind the desk, a massive black leather chair facing the
opposite direction, conveniently keeping me from a view of the man I'm no
doubt supposed to be talking to. I go night vision and identify a man in
the left corner bearing arms and lock a directional camera on him so that I
can keep tabs on the firearm in the situation while I discuss matters with
Mr. Cryptic behind the desk.
	"Good evening Mr. Black. They informed me that you were young, but
I had no idea. You are but a child still in the grand scheme of things,
please tell me, how did you come to be in such a dirty business." The voice
was female, throwing me off guard slightly, I'd always found that when it
comes down to business affairs via opposing black leather chairs it was
primarily a man's venue.
	She was right, at 16 years old I should've been in school somewhere
playing football and worrying about finals. I was however too far to turn
back "The trivalries of my life are of no matter to you mam, now let's talk
business"
	She swiveled around in her chair, I could get a full vie of her
now. She appeared to be Young possibly in her mid to late twenties wearing
a black business suite. She had jet black hair and her Green eyes seemed to
reflect the spotlight on my char. "You should know that you came to us
highly recommended and through your performance tonight I clearly see
why. As you may have guessed the object you retrieved is quite valuable to
my family. You showed a great deal of dedication making tonight's
potentially messy affairs invaluably smooth and clean. Thus we must now
entrust you with something else that is vital to the family."
	"My end of this deal has been completed, no other commitment was
discussed, and I should have you know that keeping affairs like tonight's
successful requires careful planning, so I'm afraid I will be unable to be
of further services to you."
	"Twenty-Five Million Dollars, Mr. Black, is the price we are
willing to pay for your continued services. In addition a life will be
provided to you for the duration of this assignment. A residence,
cars... you would be a fool to walk away from this, you could easily retire
once this assignment is completed.
	She had me at Twenty, the five was just a bonus. "Very well then,
go on."
	"Are you a history buff Mr. Black"
	"Somewhat"
	"During the crusades much land was ravaged and many royalties were
devastated as the christians moved their way through the uncivilized
east. In order to prevent the crusades from, shall we say, hitting home,
the renowned blood tyrant Vlaad Dracul created the infamous wall of the
impaled, horrifying would be warriors of enlightenment. The ruler was;
however, not certain that this would work, and in his infinite preparation
hid a large amount of his treasure in an unspecified location in
Egypt. Through his exile and eventual death it is rumored that the treasure
was never resurrected and all further mention of it failed to make record
books."
	"Rousing story, but what you need is an archeologist and a team of
historians, not me."
	"The whereabouts of this treasure were guarded through time by his
minions who fled once he was exiled, it is said he vowed to return to lead
them come any outcome, even death. Thus for years the secret location was
guarded atimately, but as time passed, those devoted to him grew weary and
it was decided the best way to maintain the secret was to encode it with
three separate books, each one when properly decrypted holds the map to the
treasure. We were able to purchase one off of a historian in Greece, The
second, which you retrieved for us tonight was a bit harder to come by as
you well know. The third however still eludes us. For it's owners passed
away, and my father is convinced that their child may hold the only
knowledge of it's whereabouts, he has however, become mute of the tragedy
of witnessing his parents untimely demise."
	"I tire of story time, the chase please!"
	"Your assignment is to protect this child at all costs, those who
came for his family will soon be coming for him. Should you befriend him
along the way and possibly break his silence... especially regarding the
whereabouts of seid book. Your pay would increase dramatically.
	"I can vow to protect this child, but I refuse to toy with his
mind."
	"Very well then, the offer stands for your protection 25 million."
	"And what happens if the boy doesn't talk
	"If, after a year of your protection, the boy shows no signs of
breaking through his mute state, he is no longer valuable to us, and... you
know this business can be dark at times".
	"How old is this boy."
	"Ryan is 12."
	"You want me to play nanny for a 12 year old boy... I'm a renowned
mercenary, I know nothing about child rearing."
	"Mr. Black he has had a family, we believe what he needs now is a
friend."
	I couldn't believe that I was even considering this, it reeked of
trouble, but when you are in my line of business your opportunity to make
25 million and retire for good doesn't come around very often. Especially
when you are only 16 years old. But, how was I supposed to care for a 12
year old boy? In the end, as it always does. The money spoke louder than
the reason.
	"I have terms that must be met before I accept."
	"Let's hear them then."
	"New names, and identity for both the boy and I to be established,
and a residence far away from the core of his assassins to give me a head
start on the situation. America.
	"Done"
	"another 10 million to be paid when the year is up, regardless of
the outcome"
	"I suppose that could be arranged. You sure will be a rich child if
you succeed."
	"And the car"
	"Hahha, Do you even have a driver's license, well no matter, we
will create one for you. It's yours. Now do you accept?"
	"Your proposition meets my terms, I will accept this assignment.
When do I acquire the child."
	"Now, Mr. Black, meet Ryan."
	A door near the man holding the gun slid open and another man
escorted a child though the doorway. He didn't even look 12 years old. For
a moment I thought I was in way over my head, and then I realized worst
case scenario I could hire people to raise the boy. He looked up at me with
fear in his eyes. He was most likely stricken by the guns strapped to my
chest, the knife around my calf, the dark glasses the black getup... poor
kid probably thought I was his slayer. I looked at him, he cowered from my
gaze but out of curiosity turned back to look at me.
	"Listen Ryan, I'm going to do my best to make sure no harm comes
your way, but we've got to get moving, I know you've been through a lot in
the last few days and you have no good reason to, but you need to trust in
me."
	"OK." He said, trembling, latched to the arm of the guard.

I turned back to the woman, realizing I didn't even know her name. Hoping
and silently praying this was all going to work out ok. She threw me a set
of keys.  "Mr. Black, you appear to be very good with children I must admit
I feel more comfortable now leaving Ryan in your hands, take these to your
new manor in the US, you should find it a quit accomadable manor in
Seattle."

Great, all I needed was rainy dreary days. Well, this was all going to take
some getting used to, and may prove to be the most challenging year of my
life, no matter the outcome. I'd been alone since I was old enough to hold
a gun, I'd never had to worry about anybody else's safety, This was going
to take all I had, yet somehow when I looked into his eyes I couldn't help
but take it on, if nothing else just to put some hope back into this poor
kid.

END Chapter 1

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