"Great 21st Century Novel"

254. Sheila emerged from the . . well . . .facility . . .hoping that the odor would not linger. Miguel was waiting patiently, it seemed, but really more like a 14 year old than a 9 year old would wait. He led her to a room where she might relax, change, and maybe freshen up before a nice evening meal. He offered to turn down her bed and then, asking with a little boy plea if he could just lie next to her for a moment, as he was so frightened and worried . . .for some reason there was a lot of tension in the air. she felt sorry for the child, still curious about his actual age. she also noticed his state of . . .attention.

255. She started to feel a little "uncomfortable", not about him laying there next to her on the bed but the feelings that were happening in her "netherparts". She asked if he would please get her a cerveza even though she wasn't a beer drinker she needed to get him out of the room so as she might have some time to think about what she was feeling. Meanwhile Viktor was sipping on a martini (stirred not shaken) at 35,000 feet, planning his assasination of the Black King. He could feel the rush of excitement as he went through excersize of mentally squeezing the trigger, it was orgasmic for him. Who needed women he said to himself as he felt the moisture in his boxers.

258. "Zwischenzug" he thought. He sometimes thought in German a third language learned at one of the academies twenty years ago. Ken was in the middlegame, still early and plenty of time but the clock was ticking and he was ready to make his moves. He had planned his life carefully, perhaps too carefully, out of duty to the King or some intangible ideal, he had not made time for the normal pleasures of the game. Ken began to calculate the complicated varient that was unfolding. He would enter into the uneasy alliance with Kervey to trap and capture the would be Queen.

259. Sheila thought to herself, "how on earth is Viktor going to be able to pull off this thing if he can't even count? Nice that he is able to speak so many lanuages but his Math is terrible."

260. As the private jet carrying elizabeth approached the offshore small island private runway as stinger missile rose to 5000 ft and elimated her in a quiet glorious puff of doom. the queen was sacrificed. Viktor would now, with sheila and that precocious child, who he knew to be a 12 year old of short stature and even younger facial features, his voice just starting to change, and head for the castle to eliminate the black King.

261. Fritz received the progress report from the jet as the assassination team was in the air, very good news indeed. Viktor was enjoying a classic martini, shaken, not stirred, and Sheila was sipping a 25 year old Talisker, with the child at her side, his hand on her thigh. Viktor eyed the beauty and was rethinking his earlier dismissal of the fairer sex. This was an elegant beauty. Miguel put his head on her "shoulder" and Viktor sipped another sip, growing slightly more interested. The flight attendant brought a tray of 86% dark chocolates and Viktor saw an amazing tranformation as Sheila . . .became . .. well . . . more . . .. interesting.

262. Fritz knew something was amiss when he noted that Viktor had asked for his martini shaken not stirred. Was this, possibly, an imposture. As "Viktor" took another sip of his shaken martini Sheila thought she noticed something not quite right with Victor's hairline. She said to him, "Viktor did you recently have your hair done? I noted that the last time I saw you you were.....bald and now you appear to have grown a full head of hair, allbeit cut in a brushcut." Viktor's eyes betrayed the lie he was about to espouse." No, why would you ask such a ridiculous question? I've always had a full head of hair". Slowly he he moved his left hand into his briefcase, where he had hidden his 357 and felt the cold steel of it's barrel but he wasn't stealthfull enough as Miguel saw what he was about to do and threw the knife towards his heart. Viktor (Doyle) never saw it coming and slumped forward in his seat, blood staining his white buttondown Hathaway, the life that once coursed through his body now only a fleeting memory. Miguel got up went over to the body and removed the six inch knife from Viktors heart and wiped it clean on Sheila's skirt and smiled saying, "Now where were we?"

263. and for the first time in quite some time, maybe since high school, sheila sat mesmerized and taken aback, speechless. miguel was POWERFUL. an alpha male in a 12 year old's body. disturbing thoughts were conflcting her. shall she have another square of the chocolate and risk her figure or dismiss the impulse? she decided on just one more chocolate and miguel cuddled next to her and shared an intimate dark chocolate square with her, his hand comforting her on her knee, his head on her shoulder. she feeling safer for some reason.

264. Suddenly the jet nosed downward in a spiral. Miguels head slipped off her shoulder and brushed against her breast. He noticed that they were abnormally hard, almost like they were not real but he had no time to worry about that at the moment, the plane was in a death spiral and he had to somehow make his way to the cockpit to see what on earth had happend. He slid down the aisle and bumped into the door to the cockpit. He grabbed at the handle but was unable to get it open as it swung outward. He could faintly hear muffled sounds eminating from within but wasn't able to determine what was being said. Just as suddenly as the plane had gone into it's dive it started to level off and in a short time he was able to get the door open and enter the cockpit. To his surprise, he saw the pilot chatting with the 1st officer as though nothing had happened, when suddenly from the side he noticed the navigator come at him with what looked like a "billy stick". He was able to deflect the blow with his left forearm but lost his balance and fell to the ground at which point the pilot turned around and said something in Arabic, something he couldn't understand and that was the last thing he remembered until he came to tied up with Sheila(or whoever she was) back in the passenger area.

264. miguel noticed that they had removed sheila's top and revealed a bullet proof vest that she had donned at Fritz's command. Her shapely figure, now more visible, captivated him even more, despite their precarious position.

265. Sheila was calculating how they might escape, the one point most necessary was to get untied, somehow. the one previously infallible resource to date, however, was still hers . .. .they, of course, were . . .men. she looked that him, terrified, a tear in her eye, trembling, she wanted to whisper the words, somehow magnetically, he drew closer, her chin trembling, his ear down to her lips, what is it my beauty, he asked?

266. oh, i am so helpless here, i would to "anything" just to be untied, but i can't, not tied up like this, and not in front of that "little boy" . . i . just . .. .couldn't . . but . .if . .if only . .there was some way . . .a compartment . . .maybe some shield . .and if only . . .i were able to ... i would.. . .do . ... you know . .. and her eyes spoke of her sincerity, her need, her desires, her wanting to please, just to try and survive. of course he would take her to the rear compartment and have his way with her. he promptly untied her and led her to the rear of the jet, through the back door, for privacy, that they might share a dark chocolate together.

267. no sooner had they stepped through the door did the captor get a heel stomped on his foot and an elbow crushing his trachea, then four fingers under his rib cage that stopped the heart of the choking cad. Sheila was not about to shard a dark chocolate with someone so rude. next, the pilot, an easy bit of work given the sharp knife and handgun that she now had.

268. In two more minutes sheila was piloting the craft to Bermuda with miguel still tied up screaming and demanding to be untied. poor child, thought sheila, he never should have doubted her natural beauty.

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270. Ken answered his secure iridium satellite phone. It was Max. "Yes...Yes... I understand" with that he hung up the phone, leveled his 45 automatic at Kervey and fired two shots into his body and one to his head. Kervey was an unknown, now he was nothing. The middle game required cold calculated tactical maneuver and the reduction of pieces and pawns. All over the checkerd world pieces were falling.

Elizabeth, The Virgin Queen was dead. Ken was recalled to Virginia, his home, to protect King William and Queen Mary and the rest of the royal family castled there in Williamsburg.