Grhee's Gamble.



She is sitting back in her chair, arms folded tightly under her breasts, there in interrogation one, eyeing him closely as he sits squirming in his seat uncomfortably like a nervous school boy. Samantha Bliss is indeed a patient woman, but they are patience that will only go so far. He sits staring at the floor unwilling to make eye contact with her. The demon known as Ghree has felt this woman’s wrath, and has no desire to feel it again. Though he is much larger in a physical sense than her, only moments ago he found himself on the floor gasping for breath, as every effort that he made to defend himself against the human female was as pitiful as the last. The smaller woman lifted his body up in the air and drove him into the floor, yes this Samantha Bliss was as tough if not even more so, than her male counter parts . And she made it abundantly clear to Grhee that she was well aware of where the male testicles lived. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of him, and he is growing nervous unsure of what it is that she wants to hear.
“Where would you like me to begin agent Bliss?”
“Try the beginning”
“We were sent into what you call The Canns Landing corridor to kidnap a child.”
“What child?”
“The child of a corrupt politician, named senator Aaron Bradley.”
“Who sent you there?”
“Ambala.”
“The new ruler of Hell?”
“Yes.”
She once again sits back into her chair and stretches slightly, she lights another cigarette and throws him one. And slowly inhales the smoke.
“So my next question is, why is it always children that you go after?”
He shrugs his shoulders as he lights the cigarette.
“They are the easiest to corrupt I guess, they don’t put up as much of a fight as most adults, except for your politicians of course.”
She stares at him blankly.
“Politicians.”
“Well Shit Agent Bliss. Everybody knows that they are worse than us.”

A Simple Plan



He sits upright with his legs crossed in front of him, it is clear to her that his discomfort has elevated itself to new heights. She fights back a smirk and continues to study and listen to him, as he offers freely now, new information.
“So what does this Ambala want with the Senator?”
“That.. I couldn’t tell you, she only gave specifics to our team leader, and you killed him first. All that magna and me were told was we were going after the senators sixteen year old daughter. And she was suppose to be a hot little-”
He stops in mid sentence to find her giving him some unpleasant looks, and his better judgment tells him that perhaps it would be unwise to outwardly finish that thought. Her own thoughts however are interrupted by a guard who comes in and whispers something to Samantha Bliss, and she abruptly stands and exit’s the room, as quickly as when she came in. ten minutes later she finds herself in the company of the deputy director of field operations for Project Threshold. His name is William Strong, and he is leading her into his office where two other men that she does not recognize are waiting. They both rise when the deputy director enters the room and he shakes their hands before making introductions.
“Gentlemen, may I introduce one of our finest field agents Samantha Bliss, Agent Bliss these two gentlemen are two of our intelligence operatives, Michael Keyes and Trance Settle.”
Both men shake her hand warmly, but are obviously distracted by her appearance. They manage to keep their attention on the matter at hand.
The man called Trance Settle initiates the conversation with her.
“Agent Bliss, I would first like to apologize for any intrusions that we may have made onto your interrogation of the red, but we found it necessary to observe your interrogation of said prisoner from the next room.”
She nods her approval.
“Agent Bliss, we believe that we know why they are interested in Senator Bradley.”
“And your going to indulge me I take it?”
“But of course.”
Her expression does not change. And her vacant stares make them uneasy. Trust with this woman is not a given, and they know that they must tell her something to lower the growing tension that is felt in her annoyed stare.
“Senator Bradley is Privy to certain information that involves some rather delicate operations of Project Threshold, names of undercover operatives out in the field, involved in months of field surveillance. As well as other security sensitive information involving this very compound. We believe that the reds were going to try to blackmail the Senator into trading department information for his daughters life. And the latest intelligence reports confirm that the team of reds that you took out had a back up unit already in place. But the Senator and his daughter aren’t where they thought they would be, in fact WE don’t even know exactly where he is.”
She sighs slightly.
“And let me guess.. You would like my team and I to go find them before the reds do.”
She leans back in her chair to wait for more good news.
“Agent Bliss.. We have been authorized to ask you to do that very thing.”

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Bliss And The Demon



Tuesday November 18th, 2069.
Threshold headquarters Langley Virginia, compound #2 interrogation room # 1. Interview #1.. Subject is one adult male red that has identified himself as “Grhee.”
It is 5:00 am when Samantha Bliss makes her way down the long corridor leading to interview one. She enters the observation post right next to it, and stands in front of the one way glass studying the red for a moment. It is over six feet tall and has brilliant red skin with black eyes and two horns that protrude from its forehead. It is as yet unknown why the reds as they are called, choose to dress in human attire, but they all seem to have the same tailor. All that they have fought are dressed in old us army green clothing, army shirts with ripped off sleeves, green pants and over sized combat boots. this particular red seems rather comfortable in his new surroundings, he has his feet propped up on the table and is smoking a Sessions cigarette when she enters the room. She sits at the table across from him.
“So.. Grhee is it? Are you a little boy demon or a little girl demon?”
he squirms uncomfortably in his chair while scratching his crotch.
“I gotz a crank bigger than yer ol man chicky, I’m all male.” he laughs, but Samantha Bliss does not share in his banter, she eyes him with a certain curiosity. Now she slowly smiles.. she recognizes the mindset even if she isn’t altogether familiar with the species, a male is a male. No matter what, and Samantha Bliss just so happens to be a breathtaking women. Long jet black hair that travels down her back stopping at that perfect ass, and the rest of her adornments completes the perfect package. And when she flashes that perfect smile at him, demon or not she knows that she has him.
“Tell me something Grhee, I’m curious.”
He flashes her a smile through his black lips and rotting teeth, and nods.

The Reveal.




She smiles back already knowing the answer. she lights her own cigarette before asking the question, and throws him a fresh smoke to light. He takes it and then the bait.
“What took Satan so long to allow you to show yourselves to the world? I mean, it seems a little odd to me, all of these years your kind has been operating behind the scenes. Moving in and out of shadows, never challenging the faith of the believers or the doubters, never ever really showing yourselves to us, relying on our fears of the unknown. But now when you do show yourselves you choose to take the most unlikely form of all.. Ours.. So tell me Grhee.. Why adult Male humans?”
He smiles at her again. Pausing only to lift the lit cigarette to his lips. He inhales and stares at the ceiling while letting the smoke roll around on his tongue.
“ First of all chicky, the big “S” ain’t the boss no more. He was put out to pasture over ten years ago, just before we started coming around all freely and open like.” he smiles..
Samantha Bliss is now listening intently. A thousand thoughts raise in her mind all at once.. Could this possibly be true? The dark lord is gone?
“I trust that there is more to it than that.”
The arrogance resurfaces.
“S is dead chicky, cuz he got careless. He took on a wife and she offed his dumb ass.”
“And now she’s in charge?”
“Yep.. I’z working fer a horny female. And she chose this body fer alla her soldiers, she likes the human form, did you know chicky, that out of every species on this planet that humans are the only ones that have sex for pleasure’s sake? ”
“Do tell.”
“Yeppers. Its true. And to be honest alla of those young girls that we took back with us. Us soldiers weren’t just after their souls ifin ya know what I mean.. I likes me a bit of that sex stuff myself. Heh Heh. ”
She Grits her teeth and tries to keep the anger locked away inside of her.
“So you have sex with human girls. Huh?”
He smiles. Eyeing her ample chest while rubbing his crotch.
“Yeah chicky baby! And they loved it!”
“So you do it the same way as human males do?”
“Yeah baby.. Why? You want some of this?”
“So I’m guessing then that your genitals are in the same place as a human males?”
Suddenly a strange look crosses his face as all traces of humor have disappeared. He knows then and there that he has revealed too much. Her boot slams into his chest knocking him out of his chair. She pushes the weapon that she had waiting under her coat into his crotch and presses the charge button..
“See Mr. Grhee, its like this, I know what happens when you shoot a human male in the balls. But now see? I’m curious. What would it do to one of You?”
His eyes widen, and she knows that she has him, again. He’s afraid of the one thing that he is there to represent. Death.
“Anything that you want Chicky”
“I want to know what you and your two friends were doing in the Merrimon Hotel.. And YOUR going to tell me…OR..” Click…..

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The Way of The Hunter



Monday November 17th 2069.
Canns Landing.. 32nd street. The Merrimon Hotel, there is one distant street lamp still burning hard against the thick fog that has engulfed the Surrounding area of The Merrimon Hotel. It is at the hour of2:00 am that Agent Samantha Bliss has found herself in the middle of yet another Hunt. She slowly inhales the remainder of her last cigarette, she can hear the faint squawk of her team members positioning themselves around the entire building through her ear piece. She softly tugs at her black leather trench coat as she pulls it up around her, while releasing the Plasma Rifle from underneath it. As she feeds round after round into its chambers, she interjects into the conversation ensuring that each team member understands the importance of each of their roles.
“Klinger?”
Squawk.. Hiss. A brief silence follows through the earpiece.. Then.
“Yes Ma’am?” a Gruff voice answers back.
“Are you in position?”
“Yes Ma’am Northeast corner of the building I can see the rear and one side exit. Both are clear of any movement.”
“Roxx?”
A females voice with a thick eastern accent cuts through the morning air like a surgeons blade.
“Yes Ma’am, Northwest corner is clear I can see the rear exit and the opposite side exit as Klinger. Both are clear of hostiles.”
“Thump and Twitch how’s the roof looking from up there?”
“We’re across the street from you boss lady, we got a clear shot at the upper floors leading to the roof and the door is covered.. But it as quiet as a morgue. Are you sure Lifeguards Intel was right? There’s nothing moving up here.”
She pause’s to study the long surveillance vehicle parked down the street, and wonders if they are fatigued and may be slipping.
“Lifeguard was picking up three heat signatures none of which were human, up on the fifth floor, which means they may not have a hostage yet only a target. Which means it’s a hit team and they could still be in the planning stages of something big. Max, Cowboy and me will go in the front, and clear one floor at a time, from there we will work our way up until we reach the fifth. Thump, you or Twitch are gonna have to cover the front of the building when we go in.” She motions to her two team members and they enter the building silently.

City Streets



It is dark, even in the lobby they find the lighting is poor, the Merrimon is the stereo typical flea bag hotel that houses human refuse of the lowest caliber. Hookers and their johns openly engage in sexual activities even in the hallways, when the johns are too impatient or cheap to pay for a room. On this cold foggy morning such is not the case, it is dark and quiet in the hallways of this house of filth, soft red hues of faintly lit rooms illuminate the floor in front of them, as they enter each new level until finally they arrive on the fifth. She looks to her two team members holding her hand up in silence, she can hear Lifeguards voice in her earpiece now.
“Sam.. Okay you gotta go slow in here, they’re at the end of the hall its probably the last door on the right hand side before the window. I’m not seeing another hallway so its one way in, and one way out. I’m picking up three adult Reds, probably males. They are spread out across the room, which means you are gonna have to take them out separately, you may want to tell your ground team to watch the fire escape just in case they make you and try to bail.”
She motions to them to take either sides of the doorway, she moves off to one side and crouches down in front of the door as Cowboy moves in front of her. She nods and he plows his massive foot through the wooden door and drops immediately back into cover. Samantha Bliss lands the first shot at the Demon closest to her left striking it down with a fatal shot, all hell so to speak has broken loose, with both sides firing shots. Max and Cowboy strike down the second Red as Max takes a shot through the abdomen spilling his entrails on the floor, he dies instantly. Cowboy is laying down heavy fire on the position where the second Red lies mortally wounded. He maneuvers himself in line for the final shot and Splatters its guts across the wall. The third Red has run into an adjoining room thanks to the hole that he put in the wall, Samantha Bliss is hot on his trail with Cowboy not far behind. As he catches up with her he sees that the Red is face down on the floor with his arms above his head, Samantha Bliss’s rifle is trained on its head, she has taken it alive. She calls the team members up to the fifth floor to do a thorough sweep of it. They would all be returning to Threshold with a live prisoner.

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Well I did reserve the right to change my mind didn't I? next weekend will hopefully be very busy indeed for me. Next week I hope to have my debit card coming so I will hopefully be able to upgrade every account that I have so I can Blog as much as I want without wondering if I'm just taking up space here. I will be keeping all of my blogs open and Updating them as much as I can. as for THIS blog I have some fairly good ideas for works here and will be finishing Rain soon on Soul Asylum.. A new Project that I'm working on for this space is called "The Demon Chronicles" and may become a regular feature, (Like A Serial) but I'm not sure how it will work out or how it will be received yet. I'll let whoever reads it be the judge.. so it looks like I'll be Scribbling on!!
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