Planned Courses E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

A bit later, after realizing my head hadn’t exploded, I tried again. Cautiously raising one lid at a time, I managed to get both eyes open without making my headache any worse. Taking in my dimly lit surroundings, the room darkening curtains allowing only the slimmest beam of light through, I discovered that I recognized those curtains, and the decorative ceiling tiles, and the artwork on the walls, and the mirrored dresser.

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Title Page

Planned Courses

Impenetrable

Angel Rupert

Planned Courses / 2nd of series: Impenetrable / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198834314

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing!

Chapter One

I stood up behind the desk, breathing a huge sigh of relief at the welcome sight of Fields entering Garnet’s office.

“Obviously,” Fields responded with even more biting sarcasm than usual. “Where’s Garnet?”

“Who put laxatives in your coffee?”

“Where’s Garnet?”

“Well, obviously not here,” I replied in the same tone.

Fields would never win any congeniality awards, but he was by far in the worst mood ever...and that was saying a lot. I thought it wise not to antagonize him further. Although I was an expert at hand-to-hand, few could best Fields no matter his mood so I wasn’t about to risk a real confrontation.

“Lancet called from California,” I continued more carefully, trying to modulate my voice. “They’re not making any headway with the murdering bastard slicing up women. Brighton expects me and half of the Pack in LA early in the morning to lay the trap.”

Glancing down at the folder spread out before me on Garnet’s desk, I reached down and slid out the bottom sheet. I’d made tentative alternate arrangements to recall John Sampson’s team to take the Pack’s place, but I’d hoped that Fields and his mutts would return in time. We were stretched to the max...actually, well past the max.

“We’re not going to LA,” Fields grunted. “Send the alternate team.”

“But you’re here now...”

“When I called Garnet this morning, he told me to meet him in his office,” he stopped and glanced pointedly at his watch, “right about now...that he had other plans for me.”

“He’s coming in today? Well, that would have been nice to know,” I muttered, stuffing the sheet back under all the others and slamming the folder shut. “What about the Pack? Are they going with you?”

“Nope...headed to Europe to help Finch.”

“All of them?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Better late than never, I suppose,” I said in resignation. “Although I think that concept would probably be a hard sell for the dead Italian official’s family.”

Fields, predictably, didn’t comment.

“Tell Garnet when he gets here that I’ll be in my office if he needs me for anything...anything important, that is,” I said grimly, mimicking Garnet’s last words to me before leaving for Afghanistan. “On second thought, give him this and tell him where he can stick it.”

Shoving the folder at Fields, I marched out of the office muttering, “I’m done playing ‘boss’.”

Arriving back at the Agency after an unproductive month in LA in which the particularly nasty serial killer we were after managed to evade our team of agents as well as the FBI, I threw my suitcase in my office and headed across the hall to the bathroom. The perp had apparently either fled the city or gone so far underground that we finally had to put our pursuit of him on hold until he struck again.

That didn’t sit well with any of us as his crime scenes were particularly gruesome. The scumbag would pick out a young, redheaded female, kidnap her, take her to a remote and secluded area, and then proceed to carve her up beyond recognition while sexually assaulting her. The FBI had been called in after the man began crossing state lines and, after almost six months of grisly murders with absolutely no leads, the Director of the FBI called Garnet.

Of course, being a natural redhead, I had been used as the bait, but after weeks of frequenting every possible bar, library, mall, as well as many other public places in the murderer’s recent strike zone, we finally had to admit defeat. We were having no more luck than the FBI and I suspected it was because I was too old. All of the other victims had been under thirty, and most of them closer to twenty.

Sighing heavily, I resolutely pushed the depressing thoughts away as I pushed open the door to the bathroom across the hall from my office...and immediately gagged. I hated sharing facilities with pigs. Actually, pigs would have been a welcome change from the male portion of the human race. Men were such slobs. One would have thought that a group of government agents who prided themselves on their deadly aim with a weapon would be able to handle hitting a target directly in front of them with their disgusting male equipment without any problem, but apparently not. Go figure...

I fervently wished there had been time for me to drop by my apartment, but the car Garnet had sent to pick me up at the airport had brought me straight back to the Agency.

As I moved down a floor in search of a restroom I could use without becoming reacquainted with my lunch in a singularly disgusting manner, I became even more depressed. The halls were bare. After ten years, I shouldn’t have expected any differently, but I’d just spent over a month in a California city that had no idea what snow even looked like and even they knew how to conjure up a festive atmosphere despite the lack of nature’s adornment.

Three weeks to Christmas and not a single holiday decoration graced the Agency hallways. True, the convenience store, electronics show floor, and the Mexican restaurant were all lit and loaded with festiveness, but the floors below that housed the actual Agency offices were totally bare.