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Jose L Cherrez
Derecho a Defender: La Lucha por la Portación de Armas en Argentina

Jose L Cherrez

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 31, 2025 27:34 Transcription Available


Enviame un mensaje con tu pregunta o comentarioMira el podcast aqui: https://youtu.be/OT-bC8_U8twEl debate sobre el derecho a la autodefensa surge con fuerza a través de la voz de José Cherrez, un consultor internacional con experiencia en zonas de alto riesgo, quien ha presenciado de primera mano cómo funciona la portación civil de armas en Israel durante tiempos de conflicto. Con pasión y convicción, Cherrez analiza la situación actual de seguridad en Argentina bajo el gobierno de Javier Milei y la gestión de la ministra Patricia Bullrich, reconociendo los avances pero señalando una pieza fundamental que falta: el acceso más ágil a la portación legal de armas para ciudadanos responsables.A lo largo de esta reflexión, se evidencia una crítica constructiva hacia los complejos trámites burocráticos que dificultan que los "ciudadanos de bien" puedan ejercer su derecho a la autodefensa. Cherrez destaca cómo Argentina tiene la ventaja de contar con producción nacional de armas a través de Bersa, eliminando la necesidad de costosas importaciones. Su argumento central resuena con fuerza: "No puede haber un policía en cada esquina ni para cada familia, pero sí puede haber un arma en cada familia para que se puedan defender".El experto en seguridad va más allá y entrelaza esta propuesta con la necesidad de mejorar las condiciones laborales de policías y militares, sugiriendo mejores sueldos, beneficios, educación para sus familias y reconocimiento social. Incluso propone que la sociedad muestre su gratitud ofreciendo descuentos y beneficios a los uniformados. Con ejemplos prácticos y comparaciones internacionales, Cherrez construye un argumento sólido sobre cómo un sistema que combine fuerzas de seguridad bien respaldadas y ciudadanos responsablemente armados podría transformar la seguridad en Latinoamérica. Comparte tus pensamientos sobre este controversial tema en mis redes sociales y únete a la conversación sobre el futuro de la seguridad ciudadana en nuestros países. Mis Libros: https://www.amazon.com/author/joselcherrez Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/joselcherrez/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/joselcherrez/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/JoseLCherrezSupport the showIG: https://www.instagram.com/joselcherrez/Fb: https://www.facebook.com/joselcherrez/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/JoseLCherrez/Twitter: https://twitter.com/joselcherrezWebSite: https://www.joselcherrez.com/

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Pew Time 184 – New stuff from S&W, FN and a Bersa 2011!?,

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 13, 2025


184: This episode of Pew Time is actually a Bro Time! Tony is joined by Manny of Manny Talks Shooting AND Eric Kamps stops by to talk on his time at the USA Extreme Open! Tony and Manny go through some gun news including Smith's new CSX E-Series, FN Reflex XL and a Bersa 2011!?! […] The post Pew Time 184 – New stuff from S&W, FN and a Bersa 2011!?, appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

Pew Time
184: New stuff from S&W, FN, and a Bersa 2011?!?

Pew Time

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 13, 2025 76:09


184: This episode of Pew Time is actually a Bro Time! Tony is joined by Manny of Manny Talks Shooting AND Eric Kamps stops by to talk on his time at the USA Extreme Open! Tony and Manny go through some gun news including Smith's new CSX E-Series, FN Reflex XL and a Bersa 2011!?!If you guys want to save some on your own set of sexy Italian wood furniture from Woox for your shotgun or AR be sure to usecode: laughnload10For that Blackout Coffee link to support the show click https://www.blackoutcoffee.com?p=SJxs6gMea Be sure to use code LNL20 if it is your first order and get 20% off!Thanks for all of your guy's support! We love ya!Please help us out by rating and reviewing the podcast! Thank you!Got questions? Email us at pewtimepodcast@gmail.comIf you want to book Tony for a class email him at performancegun@gmail.com Looking for some new range wear?Head over to https://www.laughnload.com to check out some of the shirts, hats, hoodies and more that are currently available. What to check out some more from us you can search Laugh n Load on IG, FB and YouTube. FB: https://www.facebook.com/252407111792056/IG: https://instagram.com/laughnload?igshid=tm0tboj9syruYT: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvK8P5NQ_sCpz1Hwasmd62Q

Gun & Gear Review Podcast
Gun & Gear Review 562 – Made in Bersa

Gun & Gear Review Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2025 61:07


  Welcome to the Firearms Insider Gun & Gear Review Podcast episode 562. This episode is brought to you by VZ Grips, Walker Defense, Primary Arms, and XS Sights. In this show we will be discussing a deluxe 22, a drop in glock receiver, P7's, and an American made Bersa   As you may know, we […] The post Gun & Gear Review 562 – Made in Bersa appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

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Gun & Gear Review 562 – Made in Bersa

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2025 61:07


  Welcome to the Firearms Insider Gun & Gear Review Podcast episode 562. This episode is brought to you by VZ Grips, Walker Defense, Primary Arms, and XS Sights. In this show we will be discussing a deluxe 22, a drop in glock receiver, P7's, and an American made Bersa   As you may know, we […] The post Gun & Gear Review 562 – Made in Bersa appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

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Ghost & Clover 5 – SHOT Show 2025 Day Three from the Bersa Booth

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2025


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SHOT Show 2025 Day Three from the Bersa Booth

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2025 92:26


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Ghost & Clover 3 – SHOT Show 2025 Day Two from the Bersa Booth

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Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2025


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SHOT Show 2025 Day Two from the Bersa Booth

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2025 78:16


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Ghost & Clover 1 – SHOT Show 2025 Day One from the Bersa Booth

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Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2025


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SHOT Show 2025 Day One from the Bersa Booth

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Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2025 63:59


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ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 23

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2024


Finishing the normal weekend.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness.”(Where we left off)"Bitch, did you just Taser my fiancé?" Orlando's lady stood up. Orlando was struggling back up as well."You are questioning the obvious," Estere mused as she dropped the device. She deftly pulled out what I thought was a compact Bersa 9 and began applying a silencer.It was sort of amazing that no one was screaming yet, then it dawned on me that we were in a soundproofed room and Estere was standing at the only exit."Would you have preferred I use this?" the Hashashin killer motioned with her firearm."How did you get a gun in here?" Brennan stammered. He looked ready to pee himself, so tonight was coming out in spades."Estere," I greeted the woman from Kurdistan. "Those two are okay," motioning to Orlando and his lady. "He's got some testosterone issues; I'm sure you understand.""Is this a kidnapping?" Anima sounded rather upbeat."Your rung on the Ladder of Heaven is not high," Estere commented to Anima. "Your outlook is not promising either. Silence is your best option, so exercise it.""Cáel, do you know this woman?" Libra had begun piecing things together; as in; my life was so crazy that women with guns showing up was much too common an occurrence. I thought about 'Yes Honey, she's a member of an 11th century mystic order of Nazri Ismailis assassins. In fact, her people gave us the word assassin'. Telling the truth at this juncture didn't seem wise, so;"Yes, Estere and I are old pals," I lied. "She's a freelance archivist, genealogist and an Olmec-tastic historical pioneer." Don't bother looking it up; Olmec-tastic is a made up word; it is the crunching of Olmec (a Mesoamerican pre-Columbian culture) and '-tastic' which means; I guess it is a truncated form of 'fantastic'."You mean she's in 'record reduction', the same as you?" Casper whispered."Precisely!" I grinned her way. "Except she's got a Masters diploma on some wall somewhere alongside the shrunken heads of her first three victims; I mean clients; Clients!" Why was I blathering? There was a strange (to most of the room) woman between us and the only exit and panicking would suck; big time.Pause."So, Orlando," I restarted things, "are you going to get up and attempt to kick my ass, causing my friend here to shoot you, or can I return to explaining to Brennan how the world is NOT his oyster and I'm willing to slam anal beads made of flesh-eating scarabs up his rectum to prove it?"That was a gross visual, even for me. A momentary pause as Brooke and her new friend wedged their way toward me (and the girl with the gun)."Every time we meet," Estere observed, "you are surrounded with a curtain of women.""Sucks to be me?" I shrugged."At least these are sheep," she noted. That didn't go over well. Libra confronted Estere."Hey now, you can't talk about us that way," Libra insisted."Or what?" Estere regarded her."Or; or, Cáel will make you stop," Libra growled; THEN looked at me. Wrong sequence of events."Libra," I pulled her back into my embrace, "I've been on the job about a month. She's been making character-building life decisions since before I hit puberty.""What was that; a month ago," Brennan snorted. A yelp followed. Estere had shot at him. "What the fuck!" he staggered back into his seat. "You shot me.""No, I shot 'at' you. Had I shot you, you would be bleeding," Estere glowered. "I am not one of Cáel's normal guardians. I take insults to any women as a personal affront; a sickness best dealt with in a pain-filled, educational fashion. You are not bleeding because that would displease Cáel. Now say 'thank you' in the next ten seconds, or be prepared to go through life as a eunuch."Brennan looked to Orlando in hopes he had some secret mojo to handle this situation."Dumbass," Orlando snarled at Brennan, "you are the punk who put us in a room with only one damn exit. I'm not taking a bullet for you.""You are the martial artist," Brennan snapped back. "Do something!""Brennan, you had better say something quick." Casper urged her host."I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Brennan whined."I have crippled supplicants for groveling with twice that level of passion, Cáel Ishara," Estere stared at me. She began removing her silencer. "Cáel and I have unfinished business, so I will let this pathetic insult pass."She shoulder holstered her weapon and moved to sit at my side. The problem was the passel of ladies around me. Estere looked past the last woman (Brooke) to the somewhat stupefied rich thing beside her."Move," she stated politely. Unlike my difficulties earlier, the whole crowd quickly shuffled down to make space.That tiny hiccup settled, we returned to the abnormal activities of the Illusions Gentlemen's Club's private room. Some of us had fun. A few, used to tormenting the staff, found themselves shooting fearful looks Estere's way whenever they began to act out. I took a few seconds to quietly talk to Estere, now that I had some breathing room."I talked with Ishara; the Goddess," I related. "She's pissed with the Host right now and I'm not sure what to do." Divulging information? Yes. I needed help somewhat badly."Your Order has been out of balance for some time," Estere counseled. "Without balance, there can be no true strength. You are dying out and there must be a blemish behind that; some cancer eating away at the foundation of your belief system."Wow; actually useful. Essentially ; I needed to stay the course."Cool. Thanks Estere," I smiled. "Can I plumb the depths of your knowledge for two more pieces of advice?" We both knew what 'plumb' really meant. I pulled out the necklace from beneath my shirt. "An Earth and Sky envoy sent me this gift, but; the message didn't make it.""What would a suitable gift be and how would I find the person in New York City?" I asked."That is not a gift," Estere smiled warmly. "That is a token of passage from a Beg of the E and S; essentially a regional commander. Pretty impressive. Unfortunately, he, or she, is expecting you to return it at some pre-described place and time; which was probably stated in the message you never received.""My turn," she twisted in her bench seat and placed her left leg over me then inserted it between my legs. "What will be the fate of our daughter?""She will automatically be a member of the Host. Heritage passes through the male line. If she has the genetics that conspire against fate, then she would be in the running to become Head of House.""Not automatic?" she questioned."No. Such things, at least while decided by me, will be based upon merit. I couldn't keep faith with the members of the House otherwise," I explained."Would she be allowed to be passed between us?" was the next question."Absolutely. Not only am I a huge fan of motherhood; I see such an education making her stronger and more flexible when dealing with issues with outsiders," I assured Estere."You act freely. Don't you have to consult your High Priestess; perhaps the Council?" she mused. "I must seek direction from my superiors.""Over the welfare of my children? Nope, not happening. The daughters and sons of; the House are our responsibility as a group. We do not need the other Houses meddling in our affairs," I stated."That is good," she snuggled up even tighter. Sadly for that romantic moment, we had less romantic company to contend with.(Later that Night)Why was I still at Casa da Sulkanen? Brennan couldn't take a hint, buy a clue, or learn a lesson. Why was Estere with us? It was the Pamela factor. Who was going to tell her to leave? After five, non-continuous hours of sex with three women (Casper still hadn't come over to our side yet), how was I still standing? Simply put, I wasn't.Brooke and I were in the nicely heated pool, her arms wrapped around my neck, mine massaging her naked ass and us doing a little whisper/snicker/tickle/giggle game that is very whimsical and hard to explain. Brooke went from micro-orgasm to micro-orgasm to the Big One. Fortunately, our mutual experience allowed me to be in water shallow enough that my toes could touch bottom."I've decided I'm not jealous of Estere," Brooke panted into my ear. "I see the happiness in your eyes when we make love. I think you and I are doing okay." Not quite a Writ of Possession. I was working out the uncomplicated response when our gentle, body-bonded, circular motion caused Brooke to tense up. I followed her gaze to the lounge chair where we had stacked up our belongings, and the dark, dark blonde-haired women sitting in it.Her dress was business chic yet rumpled. Her eyes had the lines of someone who spent too much time looking at a computer screen and she looked mentally and emotionally drained."Good evening," I greeted her. I steered Brooke toward the closest ladder only to realize that even our towels were by her seat. There was nothing we could do but face the situation head on."I'm Cáel Nyilas and my beautiful friend here is Brooke Lee," I made our introductions. "Please excuse our condition, but we weren't expecting company at this hour by the pool.""You are not my brother's normal flock of seagulls," she commented. "Hana Sulkanen, by the way." The way 'seagulls' rolled off her tongue, I knew she meant 'winged rats' instead of any true avian.Oh cool; she had a Carnegie-Melon ring. Oh cool; she was watching my still erect penis bobbing her way. I thought a little damage control/diplomacy was in order."As I said, I'm Cáel. I work as an intern at Havenstone Commercial Investments. Brooke recently graduated Vassar, was going to get married to some other guy, but that fell through a little while ago," I directed the conversation to Brooke and I not being parasites."School?" Hana inquired. So much for that."Bolingbrook in New Hampshire," I answered."Never heard of it," she yawned. Brooke simmered with outrage over that."You and 99.99% of North America," I joked. "It doesn't change the fact that I kick ass at my job, am constantly underestimated and enjoy making my own way in the world.""And you consider making your own way in the world to be swimming in my father's pool at four in the morning?" she snorted. Her drink was a V-8. No alcohol for her."We came because Cáel's father was murdered this week," Brooke snapped. "He needed a break." That brought a few seconds."Really now," she regarded me studiously. Out came the E-device."Ferko Nyilas; Burnham Illinois which is a suburb of Chicago," I fed her the pertinent data. Brooke was even unhappier that I felt compelled to verify her statement, so I distracted her by suggesting we gather our belongings."Your father was killed in a gun battle; still under investigation," Hana muttered."Are you some sort of criminal? Was your father?" she probed."Ah, I see you possess the same level of common courtesy as your brother, Brennan," I responded. "To answer the first and only question I feel like answering; no; making my own way in the world means I don't answer the questions of exhausted, over-extended, junior plutocrats who somehow assume they can provide any useful input to my life."Verbal hammer to her facial self-esteem. Hana was a 'producer' in that she had a job she felt she deserved, worked at it to some acclaim and added to her family's productivity; the opposite of Brennan."If you feel insulted, by all means leave, Mr. Nyilas," Hana glared."Oh, thank God," I sighed happily. I began dressing, as did Brooke. Hana looked uncertain."Cáel's been looking for a cordial excuse to get us out of here since we arrived," Brooke explained. "I imagine I should thank you. I wasn't sure how I'd keep Cáel from punching out your little brother over breakfast." Hana looked out-maneuvered."What is that?" Hana pointed to my horse-hoof necklace. She almost reached for it, then politesse kicked in."It is gift from a stranger," I told her. "It is from Central Asia.""May I see it?" she inquired. I nodded, then handed it over."Looks old," she muttered. "The language; it's not Uzbek;” Seeing the curious look on my face, "I do some business for my step-father in the old SSR's, so I've picked up some of the languages." Then, "I swear it's Chagatai." (SSR = Soviet Socialist Republics.)"Where is that from?" Brooke leaned in."Nowhere today. For 500 years, it was the lingua franca of the Turkish people ; until the Soviets wiped it out a hundred years ago. They wanted Russian to be the unifying language, so they promoted regional tongues and regulated Chagatai to the long list of dead languages," she answered.I added my attempt at Russian conversation; "In Soviet Russia, you do not speak a language, a language speaks for you." I joked.Hana snorted. Then replied in her Russian; "Be careful comrade, or your cleverness might get you promoted to the rank of apparatchik," she snickered. I feigned horror."No!" Brooke protested. "Speak something I can understand, damn it."I quickly translated for Brooke as the three of us migrated inside. Hana led us to a third, and newer, section of the estate. The goal was her purse and the reading glasses there in. Compared to the few bedrooms we'd seen, Hana's room was rather austere."Well, I know Uzbek and this is similar; say Canterbury Tales English to Modern American," she mused."The only thing I know for sure is that it belonged to Shahrukh Mirza of the House of Barlas," she read off several of the symbols. No one said anything. "Please don't tell me you found this at some rummage sale, or flea market." she grew intense."No. As I said earlier, it was a gift and given with the understanding it would be returned at a future place and time," I told her."Too bad. I would pay a pretty penny for this," she held it up to the light for further examination."I'm not one of those dreamers that feels money cheapens stuff and blah; blah; blah. Money has its uses," I countered. "I also believe some things are priceless. They either can't, or shouldn't, be sold. As I said, this was a gift meant to be returned.""Maybe you can put me in touch with the owner so I can make them an offer," Hana suggested."I'd do that except that I have no idea who gave it to me, or where I am to return it," I shrugged. Hana was now looking for some deception on my part. "It was delivered to my place of work and a person who intercepted the necklace destroyed the message that came with it.""Well, I hope they got a stiff reprimand, if not outright loss of employment," Hana sighed."Oh no," I chuckled. "That's not the Havenstone way. My people and I are going to stalk her and her people down and then beat/stab/scar each and every one of them. What she did wasn't a mistake. This was a direct and calculated insult that only blood will cleanse.""That sounds positively Old Testament," Hana nodded."Cáel's women don't kid around," Brooke added."Really, now. What is it exactly that you do?" Hana asked me."This should be good," Brooke muttered through her saucy grin."I'm a facilitator for an aerospace project with our R and D division," I feigned concentration. "Its high-tech stuff; I don't understand all the details. I'm relatively positive we are creating nano-thin, artificial polymers for balloons aimed at space. You know, fill up the aerial unit with Helium, create a powerful x-direction buoyancy then let the package accelerate into high orbit.""I've never heard of anything like that," Hana furrowed her brow."Neither has anyone else before now," Brooke laughed, then hugged me. "The miraculous part is; I think he creates these employment opportunities off the cuff; no rehearsal.""Wait; you just lied to me?" Hana grew petulant."Yes, I did and I apologize, Hana," I looked rather shamefaced. "I work as an intern for Executive Services. I am also on the Board of Directors, but that's a truth best gotten into at another time.""Oh; if you are on the Board of Directors for Havenstone, how can you be an intern?" Hana frowned."I was given the position on the board, I earned the position of intern," I answered. "Being a guiding force for a corporation I know nothing about is rather stupid, in my book.""I couldn't agree more," Hana said thoughtfully and seemed make a severe weather-vane shift. Brooke stifled a yawn rather unsuccessfully and it quickly made a circuit of our little troupe. It was bedtime for us all.(Breakfast and fast breaks)I could have used a good deal more sleep. But I knew working out and jogging were better for my body and soul. Brooke and Libra acted as if I had betrayed their friendship in favor of torture. Estere took secretive amusement at their suffering and at my ability to stress myself as hard as I did. She had already enjoyed the physical benefits of my exercise mania last night.A wonderful distraction to the whole ordeal (beyond listening to Libra and Brooke spit death curses at me between ragged gasps of breath) was the rising sun setting the Atlantic Ocean on fire.We had been summoned for breakfast at 9:30 am. That translated to me and three lady companions showing up to an overly large dining room on time to find Hana already there.The South wall was a series of French doors, all open, whose long white curtains billowed in the morning breeze. It was a bit chilly for our 'beach casual' attire, yet survivable. A staffer I hadn't seen before verbally related this morning's menu; blink. By quick consensus, we agreed to order the same things to make our orders easier to recall.In hindsight, that was probably unnecessary. The woman servicing us was very professional. She was also sympathetic enough to our efforts at kindness to acknowledge it. The vigor with which we demolished our fruit bowls caused Hana to chuckle."Building up your energy reserves?" she teased us. Libra and Estere didn't know Hana."He made us run this morning," Brooke griped. "It was utter Hell.""On the beach?" Hana asked me."Yeah," I replied."Try running along the road next time," Hana snorted. "It is easier on the arches."Libra hit me with a backhand to the bicep."Asshole," she glowered. "You had better get those magic fingers to work on my calves when breakfast is over.""What's in it for me?" I countered."Oh, have mercy, Cáel," Brooke pleaded. "You do this every day; as does Estere apparently, but Libra and I don't. Help us out here.""We have a masseuse," Hana offered. "He's very good. I can give him a call and have him come over from the spa.""Please do, Ms. Sulkanen. I'm feeling a real yen for some time alone this morning," I requested."I can do that, Cáel, and call me Hanna," she finished just as;"Hey Hana," Brennan yawned as he came stumbling into the room wearing boxers and nothing more. "Brooke, Kibble, Lisa," he added. His not unimpressive cock was strategically placed in the opening.Hana rolled her eyes in disgust. Brooke snickered. Libra did one better."I didn't know they made them that small," she said to Brooke who began giggling."Shut up, you lesbian freak," Brennan's amusement evaporated to bitterness. The attendant showed up, got his order and then the orders of the next two to stagger in.The low course of the conversation included the arrival of Orlando and his fiancée, only to dissipate with the appearance of Anima leading Casper. Casper could barely take her seat, even with Anima's help. Anima's look was victorious and challenging. Casper; she was stoned, wasted and not in anything approaching her right mind. Her body was sweaty and her hair was slick.The kicker was the splotches of dried semen and vaginal fluid on Casper's face."Say 'hi' to Cáel," Anima pressed the issue."Hi," Casper waved as her body swayed. Hana was uncomfortable. Libra and Brooke were furious. Estere was; studious. Anima's eyes remained lock on mine.I pulled out my phone and began taking pictures of the participants. By the time I made it to Brennan, he was laughing and joking at my efforts. Orlando had a different tack."What are you doing?" he menaced."Life should be about moral decisions, compassion and consequences," I related drolly. "You made your call last night. Live with it."I finished the photo session while Orlando was still trying to figure out what was going on. I had to use my phone for a different function."Buffy, I'm sending you several pictures of people who think they are above the law. Those people raped, or facilitated the rape of the woman in the final picture," I told the First of House Ishara. "I cautioned those people about appropriate behavior last night.""They chose to ignore me. The legal system can't touch them. I don't know what a proper punishment for such a horrendous act is, so I thought you might give me some council on this matter," I added. Long pause."Don't worry about it, Cáel," Buffy responded in a ghostly voice."Take care and I'll see you on Monday," I finished up. She hung up and that was it."That was spooky," Brennan chuckled. "How about I make a scary phone call and mention the words 'Cáel' and 'trash collection'?"I ignored him."I could call the sheriff and have you charged with menacing."I continued to ignore him."Stop serving him," he snapped at the server as she came to my plate."Serve him breakfast, Donna (the server)," Hana interrupted. "He's my guest, Brennan, so no longer your worry." I didn't acknowledge Hana's kindness as this was still part of a family feud and I wasn't family. I'd thank her later. The Vacuous Think Tank members weren't done yet. The privileged shit-heads began playing a video on their ultimate phone devices, sexually feeble soundtrack included.Deep down in Casper's mind she began to put the current audio input to her recent nightmare. Tears fell down her cheeks. On the video, the name 'Casper' was used enough to move it past the throws of ecstasy into the realm of sorry-ass amateur date-rape porn."We may have broken Casper a teensy bit," Anima feigned sincere regret well."Oh," I chuckled, "it is too late for word play now, Anima. That train has left the station and the whole crew here missed it. I warned you about slithering horrors and the beautification of humanity. Here is the final lesson;""Fuck you and your bullshit," Brennan mocked me."Brennan; my guest," Hana insisted. His response was to blather some noise; nah, nah, nah; an act several of his playmates took up. It was a display more appropriate for 5 year olds than men and women above the age of consent. Estere tapped Brooke next to her, motioning with her fork to a melon ball in her bowl. After a momentarily confusion Brooke tossed the melon up.Estere tossed the fork, skewering it with enough force to sail past me and land on Libra's plate. Two more exhibits, including the final one that had her spitting her thrown melon on a tumbling fork and Estere turned on Brennan, fork ready. The melons were nearly the size of eyeballs."Do it and go to jail for fucking ever," Brennan tried to 'man-up'."Diplomatic immunity," she smiled. "I doubt the government of Azerbaijan will give a rat's ass about you and your drug-consuming, alcohol-guzzling, whoring lifestyle. The worst that happens to me is that I have to go home for a few months. You will be blind forever." Estere revealed her second fork."Not this morning, Bitch," Orlando stood up. "I'm not afraid of forks and side-show tricks." I stood up as well, but went in a different direction. Brennan was at the top of the table; Hana was at the bottom. Casper and Anima were on the opposite side of the table and closer to Hana so that was the route I took.Anima, Brennan and Orlando had a problem. Estere was threatening Brennan. I was clearly coming to retrieve Casper. The quandary was which way Orlando went; he couldn't both safeguard Brennan and stop me. I was pretty sure that Brennan was convinced Orlando would come his aid because of his role as paymaster.Orlando Keyes wasn't a thug, or a dog. He was a tactician and he planned to win this fight. Contrary to my desires, that meant I came first. I was far closer and getting nearer all the time. Even if Estere managed to fork out one of Brennan's eyes, Estere couldn't contribute to the fight with me quickly enough to make a difference."Casper, you want to stay with your friends, don't you?" Anima cooed to her victim. Casper's head bobbled, making a tragic contrast to her tears. Hana had done as much as she dared at this juncture. Orlando came closer, snatching up an unused chair to counter my knife. I backed up. It was my only true choice.Charging forth against Orlando certainly would have been romantic. It would have also been futile. I couldn't beat the man; hurting him didn't equate to actually winning. Estere blinding Brennan accomplished nothing. When I had back-pedaled to Hana, Orlando relented. Once his bladder-weakening fear turned into post-survival euphoria, Brennan started laughing."Fucking dipshit," he sneered. The thump of helicopter blades began dominating perceptions. "I knew you didn't have it in you. You are a wimp and a chicken-shit coward." Brooke and Libra were worried and confused."He could not win against Mr. Keyes," Estere stated to them. "Getting pummeled would have been a wasteful gesture.""Oh, now you are his apologist." a random fuck-nut snorted. The helicopter kept getting closer."What about Casper?" Brooke worried. Anima smirked at the show of heartfelt concern."They haven't gotten her out of the room yet," Estere pointed out. "Once they depart the table we will be able to double-team Mr. Keyes and break him. The aftermath is an absolute certainty.""I don't think so," Orlando challenged."Oh yes," Estere grinned wolfishly. "Once we have you on the ground, I'm going to shatter your palms then tear off your fingers. Pull up, twist and snap; I've done it several times; it is quick and easy. If you think you can continue your career without fists, by all means, stay on your present course of action.""What is it that you do again?" Hana asked Estere."I'm a; a freelance archivist, genealogist and an Olmec-tastic historical pioneer; according to Cáel anyway," she answered."From Azerbaijan?" Hana murmured."I never said I was from there, only that I have diplomatic status with their UN mission," Estere clarified. Hana said something in an unknown tongue to which Estere responded. Their conversation lasted about one minute."We both speak Farsi, though mine is 'schooled' and hers has a Tabriz accent," Hana enlightened us."I apologize for last night, Cáel," Hana nodded. "I mistook you for one of my little step-brother's normal crowd of useless nitwits. You appear to be both smart and know interesting people." 'And how', I muttered internally."I take it your daughter is with Philip," Brennan intervened. "Miss her?"By this time, the helicopter had traversed the ocean-side view of the villa and was humming its way to the east end of the estate. Philip must have been Hana's divorced whatever who most likely had alternating weekends of child custody."Cáel, you mentioned something about a 'final lesson'," Hana turned to me."Only this: there was a woman who trusted a man. She decided to leave him; so he, and a few buddies, held her down and gang-raped her for two days. When they passed out, she didn't run away, or call the police. No, she took a baseball bat and knocked them into la-la land. She secured them with garbage ties, woke them up by stabbing them in non-vital areas and then proceeded to castrate each and every one with a dull kitchen knife.She went to prison, got out and put her life back together. She eventually rose to a position of some importance and influence with various questionable characters at her command," I continued. "If confronted with a similar situation, especially when money renders justice mute, I'm not sure what this woman would do to assuage her haunted memories.""Do you really want to put poor Casper up on the top twenty free porn sites, Cáel?" Anima pouted."Not my concern anymore," I sighed. "I put the facts out there. What other people make of that information is no longer under my control. From here on out, it doesn't matter what you do, Anima. You've chosen to act in a heinous manner, as have the rest of your crowd; Orlando and his lady included.""If something happens;” Orlando rumbled."You will do nothing," Estere laughed. "You can do nothing. I know the person of whom Cáel speaks and there is nothing you can do, nowhere you can hide where she will not find all of you and balance karmic accounts.""We didn't do anything," the fiancée proclaimed."Standing back and abetting a vile deed is hardly an effective defense," Estere stared with pitiless eyes. "Did you attempt to alter Mr. Keyes' course of actions; you clearly could have? You did not. Mr. Keyes safeguarded the perpetrators of the heinous deed, and thus both of you are condemned by that crime."The boot was on the other foot now for Orlando. He couldn't come at me. He couldn't come at Estere. None of the 'men' on his side were going to stand up to any pain while Brooke and Libra, though unschooled, looked ready to be a serious nuisance. That meant Orlando would be fighting Estere and I simultaneously; and he would lose.Worse, he would lose over a phone call that might not mean a thing. Oh, Estere and I were confident retribution was coming his way and that was unsettling. It wouldn't hold up in court and Hana's presence negated everyone else's legal immunity, except for Brennan who remained her family- the nut sack. Anima's gaze shifted from me to Libra, which my girl found unsettling."Cáel, what is going to happen; over this and getting Casper back?" Libra whispered. For starters, we hadn't rescued Casper yet, so there was no 'getting her back'."Libra, you've seen the scars crisscrossing my body; the bruises and sore ribs I've suffered through," I told her."Those were from the co-workers who hold deep and abiding affection toward me," I continued. "Imagine what they are capable of inflicting on those they do not like. Think about what they might do if they thought I was in danger and distressed. Couple that with the intimate knowledge of exactly what Casper has gone through ; is going through, and then draw your own conclusions." There was a pause while the others ate and Libra digested the information."Are we ever going to see Trent again?" she leaned in and whispered."It can be done, but that it isn't something either of you would enjoy," I whispered out of the side of my mouth. Sending Brooke and Libra on a one-way flight to Indonesia/Philippines definitely wasn't part of my life plan. It was the safest way to let her know Trent was alive."Does Brooke know?" Libra nudged me quietly. I shook my head. "Does Trent?" Another head shake. Pause. "That day in the office; when Trent dumped Brooke; you really were trying to keep us from harm, weren't you?""Yes," I mouthed. "Now eat up."The helicopter noises had a purpose and the consequences entered the dining room as breakfast was winding down. It was Jormo and Misty Sulkanen, aka Dad and Wife #3."Brennan," Jormo said in a neutral voice. We, Brennan's guests, barely rated a glance."Hana," Dad greeted his step-daughter with much more affection."Hey Dad," Brennan laughed. "You've almost missed Orlando here busting up Kibble," he waved a fork at me."Good Morning, Father," Hana waved, "Misty.""Kibble?" Jormo sighed, distracted from his path further into the villa by his son's statement."That would be me, Mr. and Mrs. Sulkanen," I swallowed a piece of my omelet quickly and raised my hand, "though my fellow homo sapiens call me Cáel Nyilas.""Mr. Nyilas, along with Brooke, Libra and Estere have agreed to be MY guests for the weekend," Hana added."Very well," her dad nodded. "Mr. Keyes, your endorsement contract with 'Fitness Tech' doesn't include you getting into fights on my behalf, or my son's." Mr. Sulkanen must have owned Fitness Tech, thus Brennan's believed power over an athlete endorsing some product."It also doesn't stop me from getting into unsanctioned bouts," Orlando glared at me. The tension was broken by Casper starting to sob loudly and uncontrollably.We all did the standing-up game once more. This time Casper saw me coming back for her and stood up. Anima tried to calm the shaken woman. Orlando closed in."New target," Estere stated serenely. She had a fork at the ready and was staring at Orlando's fiancée. It gave me the opening I needed.I took hold of Casper's left arm. Anima took Casper's right. This time she had misjudged the situation and I wasn't settling for a vocal educational moment. I pushed Casper aside, put both hands under Anima's arms and lifted her up."I told you this wasn't a game you wanted to play," I cautioned her right before I slammed her length-wise on the table.Anima's head cracked-down hard and the breath was driven from her body."Mr. Nyilas!" Mr. Sulkanen shouted. "What do you think you are doing to Anima?""I'm not being an enabling bastard, Sir," I growled back. "Come on, Casper," I began leading her back to my seat."Why don't we see what security has to say about that," Jormo shot back angrily."Father, something has happened to the young lady; Casper; and neither Anima, nor Brennan, were adequately helping her," Hana stood up. "The last time Cáel tried, Mr. Keyes got in his way. This time, Anima discovered she wasn't the same level of deterrent.""He slammed Anima into the table, Hana," the old wolf snarled. There was nothing wrong with this guy's macho. Anima shot me a treasured, smug glance as she rolled off the table. The spiraling tension was a super-cell caused by the Hana-Brennan poison and Jormo's displeasure with me. Hana decided to not abandon me, which allowed Brennan to go after her like a starving piranha."Hold on," Misty tried to calm the pseudo-sibling shouting match. She strode majestically over to me, Casper, and Libra to take a look at our charge. Within a meter there was no doubt what Casper had been put through. The smell of an orgy's aftermath, the tattered look, the listless smile belying her tears and her inability to focus, clearly chilled Misty.We were thrust back into Sulkanen family politics. The purely human reaction was for Misty to lambast Anima and Brennan then call the cops. Except, Misty was wife number three, Hana was step-daughter from marriage number two; not even blood-relations with Jormo, and Brennan was a blood-heir for what little time he had left on Earth."Come with me," Misty curled an arm around Casper's waist."We are coming with you," Brooke announced."That won't be necessary," Misty smiled wanly."That wasn't a request," Brooke snapped angrily. "After this, I don't trust any of 'you' people."That went over as well as a father realizing his son looked like the butler. Jormo's demeanor turned thunderous; he was being disrespected in his own home, Brennan looked happily vindictive and the rest didn't matter at the moment."Young lady;” the old wolf growled."Shut up!" Brooke screamed. "The fact that neither you, nor any of your people, are calling 9 1 1 speaks volumes about the lack of character and untrustworthiness of your clan, Mr. Sulkanen."Brooke had just discovered her noblesse oblige. All that crap I'd been talking about the upper crust of society, the top 1% etc.; here was finally the 'face slap' that was married to the 'backhand' so many of us lower class schmucks experienced. Sulkanen was nouveau riche; a self-made man if you considered coming to America with three million in family assets to be a low enough starting point.Brooke wasn't going to attack his credit rating, or bad-mouth him to his business associates. No, there were a ton of socially critical charities and committees that were about to be told by an impeccable source (Brooke) that Dad Sulkanen harbored his rapist son from criminal prosecution. No, this wasn't some 'nobody' being defended either. Casper wasn't known, but she was notable."You can certainly leave," the Old Man rumbled. "The young lady stays. I'm calling Security and my concierge physician.""Go," I glanced to Estere and off she sprinted. A moment too slow, Brennan and Orlando clued into the threat. Orlando took after Estere."She's got a gun!" Brennan squealed. Jormo was busy dispensing orders over his phone as the situation spiraled. But then there was Hana."Mr. Nyilas, please exert some control over this situation," Hana urged."I'll try. Brooke, why don't you, Libra and Mrs. Sulkanen take Casper to a more comfortable setting," I suggested."What about your Azerbaijani friend?" Hana pressed."Oh," I chuckled. "Me giving Estere advice about conflict resolution is like me giving you advice on," I had to wrack my mind about something the Sulkanens were invested in, "natural gas exploration. She'll be fine.""This way," Misty directed. I was so much more enamored and impressed with my two princesses than I had been during our initial meeting. They both shot me quick looks that said the same thing. They knew I was sending them out of harm's way, not exiling them from the decision-making process.Only three of the remaining people weren't scared; myself (I'm an idiot), Anima (sick fuck) and Jormo Sulkanen, who seemed to know the difference between fear you could do something about, and the fear you ignored. We heard bellows from upstairs as Orlando finally discovered that he didn't know what room my group was staying in and that Estere had evaded him.The hopeful-to-be Mrs. Keyes stood up and looked in the direction her fiancé had disappeared into."Don't worry," I said. "The moment Hana expressed the bonds of hospitality to Ms. Abed, you were protected from premeditated mischief." I wasn't 100% sure of that. Keeping the woman from racing after Estere was crucial.The two security types showed up first. They must have had some part of the house dedicated to their use, because I had no idea they were about, yet here they were. They wore moderately expensive, off-the-rack suits, seemed to be in decent physical condition and had pistols and stun guns. One word from Jormo and the guns came out. They had the polished look of pretend-professionals.Had I not worked at Havenstone and seen its malicious underbelly, I would have been impressed. As it was, how could things go more wrong? They split up; one going after Orlando and Estere and the other closing cautiously with me. He looked cool, but his gun was held too high and he blithely came within hand-to-hand combat range.Oh please, everyone I cared about had left the room. If this guy and I wrestled for his piece, I could have cared less who got shot while it was his damn job to see that no one besides me got a scratch. I was sure his corporate employer cautioned him about such mistakes a lot; because he still had the safety engaged on his firearm. I'm an idiot; I'm an idiot; I'm an idiot."Your bitch is going to get shot now, Cocksucker," Brennan sneered. The security guy was reaching for my arm to pull me away from the table. He hadn't bother to ask me, instead being engrossed in his ear piece chatter. I snatched his gun from his grasp, disengaged the safety and pointed it at the guy."Put the stun gun on the table then back up nice and slow," I eye-balled the shocked man.I was pretty sure that was the moment Brennan wet himself. No one said a thing. The guard did as I requested, then backed away. At three meters, I dropped out the magazine then put it on the table. Next, I removed the chambered round from the pistol and put them both on the table."Mr. Sulkanen, you don't know me so I'm cutting you some slack right now," I sighed."Dad, his father was murdered Monday night in a gunfight," Hana interrupted. "Pointing a gun at him probably wasn't the best course of action.""So it appears," Jormo glared at me."G; get your gun back, you idiot," Brennan squawked at the guard.I slid the stun gun to Hana then reloaded the pistol before handing it back to the guy, grip first."Keep your distance to two meters, or more, unless you have a partner ; and whoever taught you to keep the safety engaged is a moron. Guns aren't toys, so don't treat it like one," I told him. The guy took his gun back."You served?" he muttered to me. Me? In the military; I guess I now qualified."Nah, I work with a bunch of girls at the Customer Complaint desk at a major telemarketing firm. After a few weeks on the job, you learn to get squirrely when you see people coming into the office with trench coats in this early summer heat," I said. So much implied with no real information."Oh God," Hana snorted in amusement. "You really do that job thing all the time," she giggled, "don't you?""At Havenstone, my sadistic task-mistresses often require me to think on my feet, so I've learned to share the love at work and abroad," I nodded."What?" Jormo scowled."Cáel Nyilas is on the Board of Directors at Havenstone, as well as an intern for their Executive Services division," Hana stated. "He is learning about the corporation from the bottom up.""Bullshit," Brennan snapped."Can you prove this, Mr. Nyilas?" Jormo challenged me."Normally your recognition would mean nadda to me, but Hana has gone out of her way to be nice to my friends," I agreed. "Who do you want me to call that you will believe?""I don't actually know anyone at Havenstone Commercial," he admitted."Wait!" I had a brainstorm. "Call Javiera Castello. She'll verify who I am and she's pretty much as 'an unimpeachable source' as I'm likely to get.""Who is she?" Hana pulled out her phone."She's an United States Attorney for the District Court of the Northern District of Illinois," I babbled."Are you sure we can reach her on the weekend?" Hana was already networking. She wasn't a lawyer; she was a power player, if a small one."Tell her you think Cáel Nyilas is involved with some crime, and she'll be in touch ASAP," I assured her.The call went in to her team of corporate lawyers and the countdown began. Brennan decided it was time to migrate away from the danger, so he and his buddies decided to take the yacht out after changing; by way of using its crew to escape. Anima elected to remain behind. She kept expecting a reaction from me. She wasn't getting one.No anger, sullenness, contempt, or pity. I'd save my anger for those a bit farther from the grave. I wasn't sullen because her victory wasn't a victory. It was a loss for both of us. I had requested that she exert some self-control in my presence and she hadn't; end of discussion. I certainly didn't pity her. Anima was evil, not merely a creature ruled by compulsions.She had thought I was bluffing. I wasn't. Anima thought she was in an emotional endurance match and if she waited long enough, my façade would crack and she'd get her first taste of my pain. Twenty-four minutes. That was the time it took Javiera to call back."Yes, Ms. Castello," Hana answered, "I have Mr. Nyilas here with me right now.""What's he done wrong; that's difficult to explain," Hana began. I heard the laughter coming from the other end. "You sound like this happens to him a good deal." Talking. "That doesn't sound promising." Talking. "I'm not a criminal legal talent, but I'll give it a shot. Theft, theft of a firearm, assault, obtuse death threats and possible possession of a stolen object." Talking.Hana gave me her phone. At the same moment, Estere dropped down in front of one of those beautiful French doors with their southern exposure and sauntered back into the dining room. Her hastily applied clothing additions suggested she was better armed. The guard gave a startled jolt as Estere drew even with him."Don't worry about him," I told Estere while covering the phone with my hand. "I chambered in the first round backwards." Estere smirked. The guy tested his piece and, sure enough, a normally chambered round popped out; I had lied. The poor bastard gave me a nasty stare. Estere's look to me was pricelessly appreciative.Ninja were all about stealth, the Black Hand was all about making use of whatever weapon was handy; and the Hashashin were all about misdirection and deception. Estere was a Mistress of M and D giving a young trainee a congratulatory nod. Would the guard search Estere for weapons? Not anymore. Now he was worried his pistol would fall apart and Hana had never returned his stun gun.His confidence had been shattered before combat had actually begun."Hello, USA Castello," I spoke into the phone."How are you going to get out of this mess this time?" she began."Can't I simply be innocent?" I pleaded."No," Javiera asserted with authority. "Now tell me what is going on.""For the sake of the interested parties swarming about; some with guns; I'll use pseudonyms. 'A' invited 'B' to his domicile for the weekend. 'B' invited me and 'C' to come along. 'A' had a friend, 'D' plus a cast of assorted losers.'A' and 'D' also had 'E' here for the weekend. She trusted them so ended up drugged and sexually assaulted; a great deal. Video was made," Estere tapped my left upper arm and exhibited her phone suggesting to me she'd gained access to the video the group had taken of Casper. "'F' showed up and decided to help myself, 'B' and 'C' get 'E', only to be outmuscled by 'G'.'H' shows up, takes charge, and decides that myself, 'B', 'C' and 'I' (new friend) should leave while he sits on 'E' and waits for the bought-and-paid for doctor to show up. Goodbye any evidence, trot out the legion of lawyers, crucify the victim and justice dies," I related."What do you want me to do?" Javiera sighed. She believed me.She also believed that I was going to seek revenge for the young lady and while she had to publically chastise me and privately urge me to stop, she knew what motivated me."The caller wanted some confirmation that I'm a Big Wheel at Havenstone along with being an intern," I stated. "Personally I could care less, but 'E's fate is in jeopardy."I handed the phone to the guard after motioning toward Jormo. A few seconds later, he had his own little chat with Javiera. I had a feeling it was rather heated. Was I who Hana claimed I was? Yes. Was I a criminal? No comment on ongoing investigations."Is he dangerous?"I imagine she said 'What do you consider dangerous?' because Jormo wasn't pleased. After a pause, the conversation from Javiera's side picked back up."What do you mean, 'have I crossed him?' You are a part of the Federal law enforcement process. You are paid to handle those things. Now answer me," Jormo simmered.I imagine it boiled down to 'yes, I was a dangerous human being' and 'no, I wasn't a homicidal maniac' which didn't help him much. That concluded Javiera's participation in events."Do you think you can inconvenience me, young man?" he shot his steely gaze my way."Mr. Sulkanen, there are precisely two things keeping me away from you; basic civility," I enlightened him, "and Hana.""I have discovered in a few short months that there is nothing as precious a resource as nice people. The world is overwhelmed with assholes with a highly overestimated sense of their worth in the greater scheme of things. I do not hate you, or like you. You do not register on my interpersonal radar," I said."You think you've learned some harsh life lessons, Mr. Nyilas? You don't know anything," Jormo met me anger for anger. Hana, in her short time, had gained a far better picture of me."Cáel, he is my father," Hana called to me. "You know about paternal respect, don't you?" That was a good shot on her part; painful, but not crippling."You are right, Hana. I am in your father's house and I owe him both that respect and the respect for how he treasures your person," I responded. The tension began to bleed away. Jormo wasn't an ass-hole, just driven by an iron determination to get his way. It had made him stinking rich and, I was beginning to think, outwardly ruthless.Why weren't Brooke, Libra, Estere and I being flung out of his home after our collision? Hana. That man had the same honest and trusted affection for the step-daughter that wasn't even his offspring as my father held for me. You don't mistake it once you've witnessed it. He knew this wasn't her vagina talking. He held Hana in higher regard.Hana saw something in me that made her stand up to both him and Brennan. I doubted that happened often. Hana made the call and her step-father honored it; end of the debate for now. That meant Hana, Estere and I went to find Casper and the others. Libra was helping the focus of such anguish shower off. It had been accepted there would be no police rape inquiry.Another advance, if you could call it that, had occurred in my relationship with Brooke and Libra. Their quick glances said it all- 'Get the bastards' and they expected it to get done. Like Odette and the now-deceased Latin Kings, those two didn't truly understand what that meant. In this case, most likely messy, painful deaths for those who would learn too late that a little law is a good thing; it keeps the really nasty things, like the truly lawless, at bay.There was no mention of events passing beyond my control. Those two had no idea where their wealth came from, what homes they owned outright, versus still under mortgage, or rented, and what their actual tax rate was; as opposed to the mythical 'tax bracket' the masses dreamed the rich were in.Casper came right at me, even slipping out of the towel Misty, and the newly arrived maid, tried to get around her. Why? I had gained an unanticipated affliction. Girls in the worst possible mindsets wanted to trust me. Oneida, Cameron, Wiesława and now Casper homed in on me being a gentle, honest and trustworthy soul; but damn it! I wasn't!I wrapped my arms tightly around Casper, making her feel snug, safe and warm. I lied to her. I told her things were going to be okay. We'd work things out and she'd get better in no time. No one was going to get to her while her 'real' friends were around and we promised to stick around as long as it took. This was supposed to be my vacation. I need to stop making plans for the future and avoid the disappointment from having my hopes trampled by cruel reality.(Saturday Night)The Hamptons gathering had transformed from a post-college exploration to a mature gathering. We had an adult-level task laid out before us; creating an emotional buffer zone for Casper. I gave Estere an 'out'. There would be no more 'fun time' this weekend. She elected to stay anyway.When we moved out to a cliff-side patio for dinner, Brennan and company showed up, sans Orlando and his lady. Casper tensed up, Hana and I rallied and put up a warding wall, so the cast of idiots settled for taunting Casper as she shivered behind us. Because, you know, all of this was one big joke;I had enough peripheral awareness to not get blind-sided by Casper. Hana didn't and went tumbling into Anima. Casper launched herself at Brennan. He had some under-developed martial talent while Casper was clearly driven by frantic energy alone. Brennan received a few scratches then flipped Casper over his shoulder and down hard on the patio's deck.A punch to her face was coming Casper's way when I pushed Brennan several steps back. The one scumbag who attempted to get behind me took an ice cube to the eye, courtesy of Estere. His yelp allowed me to yank Casper up and circle my arms around her."The whore scratched me," Brennan exhibited his scarred forearm. "I guess she goes to jail now."I didn't do anything and I think three of the ladies were thinking I should. Brennan snorted. Now for a lesson in community."Okay," I shrugged. "Casper can go do jail." By the depth of her whimper, that wasn't what Casper wanted at all. I looked to Libra and Brooke. Giving someone the unwarranted label of 'snob' was wrong and those two ladies were going to exhibit that.Libra hurled her drink from the patio table at Brennan. She missed but that was okay. Brooke missed as well."I guess we are going to jail with Casper," Brooke declared as they moved up. Casper wiggled around in my grasp so she could take in the scene. "We'll stick with you, Casper.""Bitches!" Brennan snapped. "What the fuck;""These people can't help you, Casper," Anima stepped up. "You are in trouble now and they don't know trouble.""You are horrible," Brooke seethed in response."Why all the hostility?" Anima gave a disarming smile. Libra had definitely tapped into her 'Inner Cáel'. That was only fair, since her 'Outer Cáel' had been tapping her pretty vigorously."Because we are better than you and you consistently fail to acknowledge that, you soulless tramp," Libra volleyed."Cáel, I apologize so much for bringing you here this weekend," Brooke touched me."I'm not," I squeezed Casper. Crap, I could use a break. It was so wrong that I suddenly wished for Monday and to be back to the work week. It was even screwier that I thought that would give me any sort of relief; it wouldn't."Touching, but foolish," Anima sighed with amusement. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket. She made a call then showed the device to Casper. "I'm sure your boyfriend will be very impressed with last night's antics. Of course, he may expect a repeat performance." Casper trembled. I rubbed her back as she sobbed into my shoulder and bicep."I'm not very impressed with your virtue," Anima sounded disappointed in me."You and your ilk deserve only two words; 'Good bye'," Estere sounded serene. "As a general instruction, anyone on this deck that I do not like and that hasn't left by the exits in the next three minutes will be flying over the railing.""This is my fucking house!" Brennan shouted."Actually, it is Dad's house, Brennan," Hana smiled."He's not your father, shit-for-brains," he snapped."Brennan, for every time you have forced your way into my life through bratty behavior; I consider this moment long overdue," Hana snorted."I'm not leaving," he took a defiant stance."Good," Hana laughed. "In; ""Two minutes 25 seconds," Estere supplied the data."I'm taking every other lady and leaving, locking the doors behind me," Hana kept grinning."Before I leave, I will ask Cáel to physically obstruct the stairs leading down the bluff," she added. "Then it will be you and Ms. Abed. She is going to kick all of your asses, I'm not letting you

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 22

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2024


Living the nightmare; hungering for a normal life. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “If your heart starts the fight, you can lose without regret.”  (Thursday Night) It was well past the descent of Night's veil when the Havenstone jet landed outside of New York City. Naomi and team gathered us up and led us to the main building downtown. An unlooked for conflict developed. Naomi's team was there to present me to Hayden. Rachel's team was still focused on securing my wellbeing and they didn't like the attitude Naomi's squad was giving off. With Buffy (Helena was in a different car), there was no concealing Rachel's hostility toward the latest group of SD ladies. The new group was treating me like a 'package', not a Head of House, and that infuriated my First too. All of that ill-will simmered as we made our way to Havenstone. The situation was compounded by the elevator ride. Naomi, her team, Buffy, Rachel and I went into the first elevator. By the time we made it to the top few floors, it was clear that the rest were not immediately following along. The situation ratcheted up to nasty when Naomi demanded Buffy's firearm. Buffy looked ready to use it. "Buffy; gun," I held out my hand, palm up. Buffy reluctantly handed it over. I walked over to the nearest trash can, dropped out the clip, chambered out the first round then dumped the entirety into the trash receptacle. "If they touched it, the weapon would be fouled and not fit for a true Amazon," I explained to Buffy. "Best to save your noble tool the indignity and dispense with it instead." Buffy snorted with amusement, Naomi's crew pretended not to care while Rachel was deeply disturbed. It took a perfunctory gesture to stop Buffy outside Hayden's office. In I went to face Hayden, Katrina, Saint Marie and Troika of House Šauška alone. Šauška was the 'sister goddess' of Ishara; together they formed Ishtar in later incarnations. I didn't believe Troika was here for any sister solidarity this time around. "Why did you do this? Start a war; is this your hatred of Amazon culture shining through, trying to get us all killed in some global struggle against the other Secret Societies?" Hayden opened up with in an even tone. "No," I kept it succinct. They waited for more of an explanation. "Do you have anything you can say to defend your actions?" Troika glared. "I don't need to defend my actions," I regarded her as if she was of alien origin. "The actions speak for themselves." "Why don't you explain it to us, Ishara?" Saint Marie rumbled. Insulted yet again. As an equal, I warranted the use of my first name. "Do I have your permission to fully and completely lay out my reasoning without everyone closing in like a pack of hyenas on a leopard?" I looked to Hayden; not happy. She gave a curt nod. It wasn't like running away would get me far. "I will speak slowly because all of you appear to have become incredibly stupid," I started. "My parent and carrier of my Amazon ancestor's genetic heritage was murdered. The leader of the Amazon Security Detail identified herself, Then they were fired upon. Somehow you do not see those actions as Casus Belli. [cause for war] There are three possible reasons for your blindness: you are all cowards who bully behind closed doors, but fold up like gutless wonders when a true challenge presents itself. Or, the male penis renders you incapable of intelligent thought and induces irrational and unsustainable hostile deductions in your though processes. Or, you want me and the line of Ishara dead and are willing to accept any accident of fate that will render us so," I laid things out for them. "Or, you were in pain over your father's loss and used Havenstone as a tool to lash out at your perceived foes without concern for what price the other houses would have to pay for your personal vendetta," Hayden suggested. "Your gender bias is appalling, High Priestess  Saint James," I shook my head. "Have I been such an out of control, emotional male that yours is the logical assumption for how events unfolded?" I smirked. "Except for the meeting where I learned your secret; only Katrina caught that. I've risked death three times for Amazons; yet I hate all of you enough to kill those people and myself. Besides,  Saint James, your opinion has been rendered irrelevant." "You will call me Hayden," Hayden simmered. "I will when you and your lackeys get around to calling me Cáel," I countered. "I don't like being insulted any more than you do. I could keep up this childishness forever, but, as I was pointing out, we don't have forever. War is coming. Between my father's murder and my threats to the Condotteiri and Seven Pillars' emissaries, I've guaranteed that. Apologizing won't do any good. They won't believe you. Offering me up won't do any good. They think you hold male life to be worthless; the truth of which I am personally witnessing here and now. They are coming for you no matter what you wish. The best chance for an alliance rests with me. I can establish truly good will with the Nine Clans, Illuminati and the Earth  and  Sky. Without me, they don't trust you enough to do any good. I'm sure only Katrina believes this; I did all that alliance-building for Havenstone. I am House Ishara and the fate of the Amazons is my fate. Yet here I am, being insulted, being treated like a traitor; an infantile traitor at that, and being informed you will not honor your oaths and obligations to me," I shook my head. "Are there any other issues to discuss, or can I go home now? I'm beat." "You will be housed downstairs for your own safety," Hayden informed me. "Unless you arrest me, I'm going home," I shrugged. "Not only do I not want your protection, I have ceased to trust you. You do not treat me like a sister. Instead you accuse me of atrocities against MY people and layer on the petty insults. Goodnight." I made to leave so Saint Marie interposed herself. "That wasn't a request, Ishara," Hayden murmured with menace. "Beat me up," I chuckled, "and you will be more screwed than you know." The Golden Mare and I locked gazes. I tried to move around her so she put a hand on my chest. "Welcome to the consequences of being known liars and bigots, ladies." "I am tiring of your insolence," Saint Marie growled. "Runners'," Katrina sighed with melancholy amusement. "What about them?" Troika mocked. "The majority of the 'Runners' aren't going to see this as the Council punishing Cáel for starting the upcoming conflict," Katrina chided her cohorts. "They are going to see the Full-blooded shutting down the Only House letting them in. Going to war? They are willing to fight and die for our cause. They assume we are too," Katrina regaled her unwilling audience. "Pleased with yourself, Ish; Cáel," Hayden's eyes narrowed. "He has almost nothing to do with it, Sisters," Katrina chortled. "We were the ones who promised to let the 'Runners' join the houses then reneged on that promise. The worst you can say about Cáel was that only after we picked out, loaded and handed him the gun, did he use it for what it was intended for." "We are not punishing him for this 'Runner' insult," Troika spat. She meant my 'hasty' inductions. "Then why are we punishing him; and thank you for making Cáel's point for him; 'Runner' insult indeed. Since your disgraceful attitude is overwhelmingly common, the 'Runners' are not going to believe your excuse for dealing with Cáel." "Katrina," Hayden cautioned. "Hayden, as your 'First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death', I am required to give you this news," Katrina bowed her head in reverence. "I tell you Cáel's actions have been a lightning rod for the 'Runners'. He gives them hope where there was none. Putting Cáel down will have repercussions you do not understand. They will then 'Know' for a certainty we look down on them and treat them little better than slaves; which is the truth," Katrina responded to the others. "Not only are we going to war, we are successfully convincing half our population that they Cannot trust the Council to spend their lives wisely." "How dare you?" Saint Marie seethed at me. "Are you seriously blaming me for keeping the oaths the rest of you made in my name; while Ishara was dead to the Council?" I laughed. "The 'Runners' are your idea, Saint Marie, not mine. You promised to bring them into the Houses ; and didn't. You lied and I chose to not perpetuate that lie, thus honoring my ancestors, my founder and my Goddess." "Do I need to remind you who Ishara is? The Goddess of Oaths; particularly military oaths," I added. "In case you missed it, I am implying that you have failed your ancestors;” and I went flying. Damn, Saint Marie was fast. I rolled as best as I could, ending bumping into Hayden's desk. No one said a word which I found tragically consistent. My follow-up pain wasn't 'Mare' induced. Spiritual flames consumed me internal organs, causing me to cry out in torment and vomit copious amounts of something. I was cradled inside a horror film as first my esophagus, then stomach and finally my intestines seemed to flush forth from my lips. The stench was beyond horrid; putrid and corrupt combined with the atrocious odor of bloated flesh left to rot in the Sun for weeks. Considering the minimal amount I had eaten on the flight home, I was even more baffled by what felt like 100 liter quantity of discharge. When the ordeal eventually ended, I half-rose then flopped backwards into darkness. I hurt. I hurt in the same way you have 'pins and needles', except mine were industrial capacity and giving it 110%. My head was resting at a slight incline and someone was flipping a lock of my bangs on and off my forehead. I opened my eyes into infinity; seriously worse agony consumed my brain pan. "That is too much for you to know, Cáel," she murmured. Those eyes had been feminine, just not in a human way and definitely filled with more joy and suffering than could be granted by a thousand lifetimes. The pain faded, so I tried the whole eye thing again. At the top of the lap that cradled my head was a really nice pair of boobs clothed in thin wool; lush, mature, yet firm like a young virgin's. "Thank you," she lilted. Mind-reading? "Do I want to know what has happened to me?" I groaned. I reached for a boob because if it was a toxin-induced delusion, what was the worst that can happen? "Careful, I haven't been with a male in 1800 years, my Preciously Odd Amazon," she laughed. "I like challenges," I bantered with my mental conjuration. Definitely mind-reading. "I am not the creation of your fevered dreams, my Cáel," she flicked my nose. "I have pushed you near death to place a curse on the Host. As a side benefit, I am able to have metaphysical contact with you." "To date you, I have to have a near-death experience? I don't know if I should admire 1800 years of male common sense, or that last guy who risked everything for one night with you," I shrugged. "So much compassion; and so little fear," she petted my scalp. "Since you clearly aren't getting into the name game and I am more than happy to doubt everything I've experienced in the past five minutes," I smiled at her, "what am I supposed to do?" "You know," she smiled back. "No, I don't," I insisted. "Something extra-concise that doesn't come from a fortune cookie." "I've always wanted to eat a fortune cookie," she looked away. "I'll start walking around with one in my pocket so next time you nearly kill me, you can indulge," I offered. "Save my people, Cáel," she placed her hand over my eyes. "Save their spirits." "A bit of help would be nice," I pressed forward blindly. "I've given you help," she whispered on my lips. Since I didn't consider that to be helpful, I opted to give a gentle twist to her nipple. Either something was really going on inside my head, acting as a conduit between me and something else, or I was experiencing a psychotic break with reality. If it was the former, I was a Class-A idiot. If it was the latter, it was me being me, rolling the dice with the pretty girl. "I wanted you to be brave," she laughed melodically, the echo of every woman I'd ever given a reason to sing out with joy, "yet now I find myself wishing you would expend a tiny bit more caution on my behalf." Sensing my dissatisfaction, she added "I cannot give you 'the' truth, so I will give you 'a' truth. Nothing is set in the future while much is foreseen." "As long as you know I've disappointed every women I've ever been with," I reminded her, my eyes still shielded and her lips tantalizingly close to mine. "Oh, you like to think you are selfish, Cáel Nyilas of Vranus and Ishara, but you justifiably take pride in the sensuality you bring to so many women's lives," she pointed out. "Many lovers are far more truthful yet far less giving," she said. "Pain heals while an education is forever," I countered. Another joyous note. "It is time for you to wake up, my Cáel," she sighed. "Go now." Wakefulness required a return to the putrid qualities of my current surroundings. I forced myself to my knees. No one did anything; no reaction, or assistance, so it fell to me to save myself. "What; what was that?" Troika nearly retched at the stench. Katrina stood, visibly pale and shaken. "Hayden?" Katrina requested of her leader. "Cáel, what have you done?" Hayden snapped. She also stood up so she could look down at me from her desk. I mumbled something. Even I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. The last touch of a lady far chillier than the one in Chicago caressed me and I knew the gist of what had happened. Why was I the one suffering at the hands of my Goddess? I was the easiest to get at because I was already devoted to her, her chosen children and I was Patron and Head of the house dedicated to her honor. The forecasted ass-kicking wasn't aimed at me, though. I was the necromantic shotgun barrel into this reality. Too many bitches had spat on me, her hand-picked patsy and punching bag, and her temper was beyond sending some vague signs and portents to the Host. I didn't know the particulars of this curse, yet I didn't doubt for a second it was both fiendishly evil and well-deserved. My jacket, shirt and tie were goners. The lower part of my tie which had been thoroughly drenched in my vomit was already decaying into filth, soon passing into nothingness. I tried speaking again. "Having exhibited no faith in me, you have committed apostasy to Ishara," issued the words from my acid-scared throat. "You are condemned to live with that choice. Good night." I fumbled and stumbled to Hayden's door, weakly opened one of the two double doors and left. The confrontation I had departed outside remained in force; Naomi and detail versus Rachel and Buffy. Helena, and a former 'Runner' named Madori who worked at Havenstone HQ with us, had not been sent up. "I am going home," I rasped. With no orders to keep me there, Naomi let me pass. Rachel and Buffy closed in. "Boss, you smell like;” Buffy searched for words. "A red tide," Rachel said. "All those dead fish floating on the water for days and days; it is that level of horrible smell." "Rachel," I stated as we got on the elevator, "thank you for the loyalty, intelligence and understanding you have given me in this trying time." "I am a member of the Host, Ishara. I would do no less for Hayden herself; but you are welcome," she sighed. "How about we postpone our date night until I've cleared up a few things with the Council and Ishara?" I suggested. Rachel nodded. I briefly talked to Helena over the phone, went with Buffy to the basement where she checked out a car then sat back as she drove me home. I must have looked like a disaster because Buffy didn't give me an ounce of grief. Home was home now. There was a house with my name on it now, but it wasn't my hearth; this mid-town, 'just above the poverty line' apartment was definitely home now. I would suspect that business travel was like a clothes dryer; you mystically pulled out less clothes than you put in. I was coming back with twice the amount of luggage I had departed with Odette would be home in an hour, so it was me and Timothy for a bit. "Hey Bro," Timothy greeted me. He set down one of those fanciful Asian vegetable mish-mashes that he liked from time to time, stood up and gave me a hug. "How bad was it?" "Let's just say I finished it up this evening by vomiting all over the Big Boss's rug, and that was the highlight of the trip," I mumbled. "That would explain your bare-chested look," Timothy snorted. I had been so out of it, I had spaced on the need to put on clothes like a normal human being. "Something to eat?" "Nah, my insides were spewed forth, so I'm foregoing food for a while," I mumbled. That reminded me. I went to the bathroom and gargled repeatedly with mouthwash. I could still smell the aromatic abomination, but at least I couldn't taste it anymore. "Do we want to go down the lists of women who have called you?" Timothy was trying to cheer me up. I wanted to be cheered up so I told him to go right ahead. Brooke and Libra; an immediate call back with the briefest of details; no weekend date for Brooke and I yet. Jason, the bar-back I had met chasing down Katy Lee, had called. I dialed his number and we had a short chat. He and his buddies were coming along well, I was invited back any time, and the Latin Kings had gotten the message because they hadn't been around since. I requested he and his friends keep their eyes open just in case and I'd be around for another pick-up game soon enough. Since most of those LK's were dead and the remainder scattered, I wasn't worried about Jason. Nikita; I called and she 'agreed' to come over. I was too fatigued to fight her off. Ulyssa called and I had to inform her that this weekend didn't look good for me; funeral and all. I initiated contact with Nicole. She was still wrapping up some of my business in Chicago and would be gone until Saturday morning. Timothy crashed for the evening, I was nibbling on some of his fodder and the doorbell rang. A check at the peephole revealed Nikita. She came in, hugged and I could sense something was definitely wrong. We were back to first date material. We hadn't been separated long enough; crap. I gave us space on the sofa. "That was incredibly fast," I groaned. "What tipped them off?" "What do you mean?" Nikita tried to scoot down the sofa to me. I held her off with one hand. "I am hardly one to uphold honesty in a relationship, but I normally consider it a selfish endeavor and not done for the benefit of a third, unrelated party," I sadly met her eyes. "Cáel, what do you?" Nikita stammered. "You are not a very good liar," I pointed out. "You are wearing a wire of some kind?" "Have you done something wrong?" Nikita evaded. "My loss," I moped. "All I wanted was the semblance of a normal life and now that's gone down the tubes." "Nikita, what do you want to drink?" I restarted the whole fiasco. Drinks were served and we kept to our separate ends of the sofa talking about mindless shit until Odette showed up. Then I could politely show Nikita the door and be with someone who did care about me. We made slow, passionate love. I gave her orgasms and giggles with the added benefit I felt more human when we finally fell asleep. (Friday) The morning started out with the same routine. I pulled up various routes for my bike ride into work, chose none of them and off I went in the pre-dawn dark blue/grey sky. I came within 20 seconds of my best time, so I was feeling pretty positive about what lay ahead. Security was a full 180 from their normally sour selves. "Good morning, Cáel Ishara," the security team (not Security Detail) leader greeted me. That was part 'thanks for letting my sister 'Runners' into a house' and 'maybe pick me next time.' "Good morning, Wilma Draper," I nodded back. I went to the counter and leaned in. I needed to fortify my supportive base and I knew how to do it. "You do realize I don't choose who joins House Ishara, don't you?" I addressed her softly yet loud enough for the two closest security women to hear. "You do not?" the woman appeared perplexed. "No," I shook my head in the negative. At that moment she wondered if this was a trick of the Council. Good girl. "The senior Amazons of House Ishara chose the next candidates. I make the ritual appeal to Ishara, of course. Selection remains in the hands of former 'Runners' who nominate the 'Runners' who have proven themselves. I was inspired to initiate Buffy and Helena because I had enough faith in them to believe they knew Havenstone and what House Ishara needed. The Amazons in the second ritual were all Buffy and Helena's choices. I think those two and the latest group Ishara has approved of, will make the perfect judges for picking future 'Runners' of accomplishment and worth; not only for House Ishara, but for the new Amazons who have risked everything for our People," I piled on the propaganda. She nodded. The two closest security guards nodded as well. Off I went to the gun range. With less than a minute worth of words, I had reinforced my perfection. I wasn't a male. I was a male with a passel of hardcore, praiseworthy Amazons working around me, insulating me from committing any errors and making all the important decisions while I behaved like a bobble-headed doll. The range was back to 'normal' except I could smell the chemicals this time out. Whatever concrete and surface coating substances they had used to repair my grenade-inspired damage left my nose with a terrible itch. I had a gun selection today. I had no instructor yet was hopeful. I packed up my 40 caliber, my back-up 3 80, the combat shotgun and my Personal Defense weapon then headed out. I patiently waited behind one of the stations, soaking up the view of medium gray yoga pants worn by a woman who presented a meticulously crafted, awesome bubble-butt to the world. After she finished off one magazine, the Amazons looked over her shoulder at me. Horn-dog time. The woman smiled as she motioned me forward. We put my weapons on the stand and prepared for school. "I am Wiesława of House Živa," she smirked playfully. By the Almighty, she had a thick Polish accent, rich lips, russet hair and 'come hither' eyes. I was prepping for some early 'nookie' time. "Hello, I am Ash Ketchum and I have an unhealthy relationship with free-roaming, anthropomorphic creatures," I replied as we clasped forearms Amazon-style. As Wiesława was trying to puzzle that out, an Amazon from an adjoining booth came over and punched me in the arm. I couldn't even recall this one's name though I knew that face and physique. "Stop that, Cáel," the woman chastised me. "She's new here." "I thought he was bringing me more weapons to use. Was this male being insolent?" Wiesława tried to put things in their proper place. "Should he be disciplined?" At least she wasn't taking me being beaten as her Goddess-given right. "No, Wiesława. This is Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara, he brought those weapons for His use and most likely came to your station looking for instruction," the unnamed Amazon stated. "Does this mean we are passed that whole 'grenade launcher' thing?" I inquired of the women. "We are not sure. For now we have decided to not pre-judge you since you remain consistently combative no matter what. Constanza is recovering," she tacked on. "Good," I grinned. "How soon can she return to duty? I imagine she makes a lousy patient." Pause. The 'Constanza' bit had been a test. I had a feeling that my emotional tendency to spare lives and show mercy was getting around. It wasn't the Amazon way, though it did mean Constanza would remain alive for a while longer when it was generally accepted she should not. "She will have to retrain her vision. Her doctors are hopeful," the woman responded. "That is for the best. I do hope there are no ill intentions toward Pamela," I warned her. "Such a vengeance would be personal and I would feel no obligation to treat those criminals as I would my fellow Amazons; are we clear?" "It has been made expressly clear that this issue is at an end," she bowed slightly. "Let us commit this to the 'nothingness'," was my suggestion. The two Amazons twitched. That was a phrase straight out of their cultural playbook. Both nodded, the familiar Amazon left and I turned back to Wiesława. "Do you still want a go at training me?" I asked the Pole. "Yes; yes, I would like that," she gave me a bright, toothy white smile. "I find you interesting." Off I went again. Wiesława was diligent and definitely 'hands-on'. Twenty minutes into the training one of my familiar SD firing partners showed up. "Don't let him take his clothes off," Felicité teased me. Her Congolese French contrasted erotically with Wiesława's Polish. "His clothes come off?" Wiesława seemed puzzled. "How is that accomplished?" "A deeply scientific, psychological process," Felicité teased my latest friend/fish in the barrel. "Cáel, take off your clothes," she commanded me. I gave her a haughty, condescending glare. "Please." My biking shirt came off first then my biking slippers and finally the shorts. "Your turn," I regarded Wiesława. She shot a look to Felicité. Her sports bra was millimeters from exposing her goodies when my Congolese tormentor stepped in. "You don't have to take off your clothes for him," she intervened. "But I like seeing you ladies naked," I protested. Felicité patted my package. "We like seeing you naked too. Now put on your pants before a hot shell casing creates yet another incident," Felicité teased me again. A great chasm of misunderstanding had been bridged since Friday. The grenade-launcher was part of it, yet I think Rachel and Velma were far more constructive than I could have been. Velma had seen me in crisis mode. I hadn't panicked. I had seen to my partner (though she was an inconsequential female) and been cool throughout the process in Katrina's office as Velma and her four team members had overheard. Rachel, Charlotte, Mona and Tiger Lily had probably given a different story; less professional and more human. That must have worked in my favor. A stone-cold bad-ass would have been more worrisome; a challenge. No, I had been shaken, irrational, brave and grieving. I had fought an assassin of the Nine Clans and not lost (thus not an embarrassment to a culture I didn't really belong to; until that moment). I had insulted the Condotteiri and the Seven Pillars, who were universally hated. I had been nice to the Earth  and  Sky and Illuminati, who they didn't like much, but could be handy if a war did break out. I had been 'friendly' to the Egyptians and Nine Clans, who the Amazon rank and file did approve of. The SD had no doubts; they were looking at a war. Unlike their leadership, the Security Detail was anticipating this, even anxious for the test. Fighting is what they spent their whole lives training for. Thirty years had passed since the last major clash between Havenstone and the others. For the youngest, this was the ultimate chance to prove their training had been perfect. For the oldest members of the SD, this was the culmination of a lifetime's devotion. 'Take themselves to the cliffs'? Not now. Now came the chance to make every burn, bullet hole, stab wound and piece of shrapnel worth it. Their Host lavished care and resources on the Security Detail; their Warrior Elite; and they were about to reward that glorification with a fervor only female's with 3000 years of martial tradition could match. Like me? Allowable yet not required. Respect me? Constanza was their lesson on respect. Obedience? No. Rachel had most assuredly related my contact with the 'Runners' and Buffy, so they could hit me like they could no other Head of Household; as long as it was 'appropriate'. Since they were not forced to give me full equality, they could stomach my 'almost' equality. Think of it as being able to punch your manager at work in the arm whenever you thought they were doing something stupid. Imagine how much worker morale would benefit. By stepping up and taking a punch, or two, I bought myself and House Ishara much more respect than a snippy insistence on etiquette would have ever done. Bringing 'Runners' into a First House? The SD wasn't jumping for joy. Here, the SD's sense of superiority worked in Ishara's favor. What did it matter to them that a few 'Runners' had been exalted to Full-blooded status? SD was the best of the best. That they were the best of the 'best available until now' hadn't occurred to them yet. All that circled back to Felicité playing with me, no one taking exception to me making a play for Wiesława and the return of the firing range to an educational platform for me. As I had told Oneida, 'defeat starts in the mind'. Along with that came 'Victory starts with a plan', and 'seize the moment'. I was aiming for seizing victory in the flesh. I bent over to put my pants back on. Since Felicité was departing for jobs-unknown, I ran the pants, and my hand, along Wiesława's inner right thigh. By the look in her eyes when I was finished, she didn't mind in the slightest. At the end of my allotted time period, my marksmanship had improved and Wiesława was mine for the taking. What bothered me was that it felt too easy somehow. Weird huh; that 'easy' would bother me. "You don't hang around men much?" I questioned the Pole as the weapons were being put away. "No," she sighed. "The last male in my hold died eight years ago. That is one reason I was re-assigned here," she informed me. "What department are you with?" I asked as we waited on the elevator. "Security Detail," she answered. "Fantastic," I murmured. "Elsa is a great boss. The two of us get along great." "Really? That is good news," Wiesława sounded upbeat. "How close are you?" Hint, hint. "Like the Cobra and the Mongoose," I grinned. Into the elevator we went. "I'll let you figure out which is which." "You are the Cobra," she patted my thinly covered cock. Yay! No personal boundaries. Less I forget I was still on the list of approved prey animals the door opened on the first floor and Brielle, her buddy, and Oneida stepped onboard. I had no clue where Wiesława was supposed to go. I guessed she was along for the ride. "Good morning, Cáel," Brielle greeted me before licking my left nipple. Wiesława was confused; could she have been licking me, and getting licked by me, half an hour ago? "What are you doing?" Oneida squawked. "Yum; someone has been to the gun range this morning," Brielle smiled at me. "Oh, and; sorry about your paternal person," she hastily added. "They are called Fathers," I sighed. To defuse Oneida, I slipped a hand to the small over her back then wiggled three fingers between the top of her skirt and panties. It was 'dangerous' enough to give her pause before going after the other women. "It is good to see your new, exalted status hasn't gone to your head, Cáel Ishara," Brielle looked very naughty. "Sisters first, last and always," I responded. "I'm not going to take credit for my ancestors being kick ass." "They must have been very courageous women," Wiesława stated. I snorted. "Wiesława, my Ishara lineage goes down the male side of the family, so those lethal ancestors were all male," I chided her. "When the Dacian-Thracians moved into the region, they joined with those tribes fighting the Celts. Later, they joined with the Dacian kings and fought against the Romans. Germans, Avars, Bulgars and finally the Magyars came their way; my ancestors impressed them all enough to be accepted. I know this because my Father's name was Nyilas, which means Archer in the Magyar tongue. We were fighters under the Arpad dynasty the same way we had gone to war with our Amazon War leaders thousands of years earlier. I also know this because of my bloodline; if the female folk had been raped, the bloodline would have perished," I explained. "Where exactly was your family from?" Wiesława inquired. "My grandfather said we Nyilas' were from Székelys Lands in Northern Romania," I replied. "My great-grandfather grew up under the Romanian King, hated it and died fighting as a Hungarian soldier against the Soviets in World War II," I continued. "That is why my great-grandmother took her children and came to America. They had lost their homeland in her opinion. Dad said she was bitter until the day she died," I sighed over my forerunners intransience. "She even wanted to be buried at her home town of Szászrégen," I let them know. "That never happened." The elevator door opened, I waved good-bye to friends new and old then raced to Katrina's bathroom. Katrina was at her desk, working away. "Cáel," Katrina acknowledged my passage with a wave of her hand. "Hayden and I have been examining a list of possible; " "That boat has sailed, Katrina," I cut her off. "I'll take care of my business without Hayden's help, thank you very much. I know you tried to warn her. I should have known there was no use dealing with the Council in any way, shape, or form. There isn't." I paused. "Tell your allies that there will be many in House Ishara and Warrior-Fathers too." "Aren't you worried in the least?" Katrina requested. "We both know that some of these bitches want to face their end like the lead characters in a Wagnerian opera. All we can do is remind them they are traitors to their Race, not patriots to some modern day concoction of a cult of gender blood purity," I stated, "as we work to save our people." "Those 'Old Guard' broads have forgotten what an Amazon is supposed to be," I explained. "And a man is going to show us the way?" Katrina studied me with emotionless intent. "Yes," I muttered. "A man who prefers love over hate and counts his worth by the lives he saves, not the one's he takes." "Do you ever fear this 'softness' will weaken your masculinity?" Katrina mused. That hurt; not because of her words, which could be true for any man. It hurt because the bastion against such thinking had just died. "My only fear is that I won't live up to my father's example," I responded. "Not only as a man and a father in my time, but as a human being," I delved into the wounded portion of my soul. "He never went to college, served in the military, or even got into a fight until that last minute of his life. He covered for co-workers with family issues, never failed to answer a call out to work in inclement weather, and did all that normal boring shit few here even understand. He let me be weak and let me be strong. His greatest lesson was that no matter where my life led, I had to take responsibility for it. The strong ask for help. The weak ask for someone to do the task for them. Love is not a word. Love is the star you chart your life by. The worst weakness is letting fear stop you from pursuing what you want. That is what I have to measure up to," I finished. In the interim, several of the new hires showed up and were observing the spiel. "I would think he would be happy if you measured up to what you wanted out of life," Katrina said. "I aim to do both," I grinned. I went to the bathroom and quickly changed into my work attire. The meeting started on time with the additional of a gnat-bite; Dora was two minutes late. At the time, nothing seemed out of sorts to me. It was a day on the job with Rosette. Around 3:30 pm, Pamela stopped our knife training (her with her wand and me with my weighted, wooden blade). She went to the corner of the room, ran her finger along the central point and drew back a finger with dust on it. She raised the finger so I could clearly see it. "It's dust?" I shrugged. "Normally they do a much better job," Pamela noted and back to training we went. The nightmare became real with one phrase in common usage: 'I'll get to it when I can', one Runner told Desiree when Desiree gave her a task. One of the most fascinating things in my book about Havenstone was that it hummed along like a well-oiled, organic machine. Tasks were completed, back-ups were always on call, and promptness wasn't a virtue; I was the absolutely expected. "What did you say?" Desiree asked for confirmation. "I said I'll get right on it," the woman sighed. I caught the look in Desiree's eyes. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put a name to it. Oaths and obligations; the lubricant for patently lethal Amazon society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what? Personal respect would remain. Hierarchy? Amazons would begin to question why they were prioritizing their lives around someone they didn't know, or knew and didn't like. We weren't at that final destination, yet it was coming, and best of all, every woman in the company had a weapon, or quick access to one. A phone call grabbed me before I went in for the 'end of day' meeting. It was Brooke. "Christopher Cáel-umbos," I murmured. "Economy Class Oriental tours. How may I help you?" Laughter; and more than Brooke's. "Libra and I were getting ready to head out to the Hamptons and wanted to give you one last chance to come along," Brooke pleaded. An impressive dicking indeed. Thousands of reasons not to go; safety, responsibility, risk for other; "Sure, I'd love to come along. Can you pick me up at Havenstone at 6:10 pm? We'll make a quick run to my place to pick up some stuff and then head out, unless that's too late?" I offered. "See you then, Cáel," Brooke purred. "See you," Libra called out as well. It was a loathsome indicator of how out of control my life was ;  that me, a working class kid, was going on a romp with two rich, high society girls to some mansion for a weekend of hedonistic fun; because that was more 'normal' than my week had been. I entered the meeting, took my teasing and made for the gym. This hour was devoted to a hardcore workout and nothing but. Rapid repetitions, quick shifts, rolling through the muscle groups. Even a few of the dedicated lifters gave me appreciative looks. I didn't have the time today. I hit the showers and made the doors before I hit a snag. Security held me up yet again. They seemed nervous, so I asked and got a bottled water and made some jokes. These ladies were going to be my allies, damn it, before I was done. Troika caught up with me a minute later. She extended a handful of round, brownish-yellow balls in a necklace. Each ball had a symbol inscribed on it. "We received this and a message this morning," she snapped. "We have decided to reject it." "It is horse-hoof," Pamela whispered in my ear. The gears went spinning. There was one person I knew who would send me keratin scrimshaw jewelry. Those nasty bitches were piling on the stupid. I looked it over; it was old, maybe going as far back as Timur aka Tamerlane to the English-speaking world. The 'cord' was made of hair; probably horse tail hair. I had no reciprocal gift to offer; absolutely nothing this valuable. But wait, I did! Somewhere there was a Havenstone bureau, department, or office that hung on to the artifacts ALL the Houses had accumulated over the passage of years. Some of that shit was mine; Ishara's. Our house had expired before the colonies became states. That still equated to a long period of pack-ratting. I'd put a minion on it right away! I'd pray that they didn't have plans for the weekend; later. "It arrived this morning and you are only giving it to me now?" I grumbled. "That message was meant for me, not for any of the rest of you. Where is the rest of it? Oh, and you're on the list." "It was consumed in its examination," Troika blatantly lied. "You have a visual copy," Pamela sounded bored. "Give it to him." "I do not carry such things around on a handheld device," Troika parried. "Ah; that's theft," Pamela gave a slender grin. "Just so we are clear." "If Cáel Ishara wished to put forth such an accusation to Hayden, I will be prepared to defend my actions," Troika gave a hostile glare right back. "That won't be necessary," I snorted. "I'm good. Pamela, I'm out for the weekend. Have fun." I turned and walked away. "Count the days, Troika," Pamela menaced. "I'm not afraid," she countered. "I don't care, but in 21 days, Cáel's ban on internal conflict will be at an end. Like me, he will not go to a corrupted Hayden for justice. We will be exacting it in our own way and in our own time. That you should worry about," Pamela gave a tilt of the head, a feral grin and joined me in departing. In Hittite, she said;  "A matron, 21 Runners and one archaic mistake," Troika joked. In Hittite, she said; "But how many more 'Runners' can he recruit between now and then?" one of Troika's bodyguards worried. "More than enough to raise your daughters after you are all gone and forgotten," Pamela shouted over her shoulder. (Starting Friday Evening in the Wrong Damn Place) Waiting outside for me were two beauties and a small car. I hefted my bike, detached the front wheel for easier storage and climbed into the Lilliputian backseat. "Sorry," Libra in the passenger seat sounded embarrassed. "I'm not sure Brooke and I thought this through. Do you have a seat belt?" She was referring to the rear-mounted cup holder I was sitting in. "This is not rated for human occupation," I grinned back. What that really meant was there were three conflicting emotions pulling events along. Wanting me to fuck them; the easy one. Loyalty to your social/sorority sister; the relationship under stress. Me being a 'suitable' human being; the one that they were both stumbling toward which made the second emotional force such a problem. Had I solely been a fuck toy for either one, the other could have gracefully exited the field (with the occasional sharing). I was far from 'husband' material yet I was closing in on being the 'crossing a crowded club to greet me' kind of guy; already passed the 'not embarrassed to introduce me to their friends' phase. "You can sit in my lap," Brooke offered. With her driving and our height differential; we'd be lucky to be pulled by the PD before we wrecked. "How about you drive, I sit in Libra's seat and she sits in my lap?" I offered. "That's no fun," Brooke shot me a pout. "It sounds like fun for me," Libra giggled. "Now Libra remember, for the seat belt to be effective, you will have to sit facing me;” I sighed. "Facing you?" she winked. "Yes; facing me naked," I assured her. "Hey!" Brooke protested. "How come she gets to be naked in your lap?" "Otherwise me being naked would be pretty pointless," I explained. "Libra," Brooke demanded, "you get to drive." Petty arguments and playful exchanges followed. I left a message for Timothy and Odette, letting them know I was heading out to some address on the far end of Long Island. I even shot myself in the foot with the Nerf gun and told Timothy so he'd feel better. Brooke and Libra were dressed similarly. Red and khaki almost 'short-shorts', white/yellow bikini tops under white wife-beaters covered with a denim shirt (sleeves rolled up) and white cargo short-sleeved shirt, tennis socks and canvas shoes. In a way, I was a victim of my own success. Both ladies wanted to fuck me bad, but their desire to prove to me I was more than a fuck toy meant I didn't get sex at my place. If you are a girl, that will make much more sense. The car ride out was an issue. If I drove, Brooke and Libra promised to put on a Sapphic display for the ages. If Libra drove, I promised to publically molest Brooke at every stop. The reverse went for Brooke driving. The solution was that the girls would take turns driving and I would be a truly diligent cunnilinguist, with a strong background as an anatomically astute Braille harpsichord player. Our destination turned out to be the hamlet of Sagaponack, aka the most expensive place to live in the United States. Why was I doing this to myself? For starters, Brooke thought our host, Brennan Sulkanen, lived in one of those $50+ million homes; funny, I thought those were called estates. The girls laughed when I told them that. My utter lack of forethought, underutilized intelligence gathering capabilities, and even not acting my age were coming back to chew a huge hunk off my heine now. Brennan was a fraternity brother of Trent; warning indicator #1. Brennan didn't actually do anything, but his father was loaded; situation getting worse. Brennan was the youngest of the three sons from the first marriage with three other children from two other marriages waiting in the wings. A quick search revealed that the third and current Mrs. Sulkanen, was very elegant for a thirty-two year old lady. His current Mom being the same age as his oldest brother could be an issue. I was living proof how good parenting could help build up a child. Improper parenting; could do the opposite. Nothing was guaranteed though. "So, why are we going to Brennan's?" I hazarded to inquire as we cruised down Highway 27 through East Patchogue. In the back of my mind, I realized I was due south of scenic Doebridge and their frisky policewomen/Stasi law enforcers. "Oh, we met in college when I came up for one of Trent's; that loser; frat functions," she told us. "He was very drunk and tried to hit on me," the tale continued. "How and where did he 'hit' on you?" I prodded. "He stumbled into the Ladies' room, knocked my drink over and tried to give me his, but I was insulted by his inebriated pawing and left," Brooke said. Lone drunk men DO stumble into Ladies' rooms; usually to vomit. Frat brothers hit on each other's girls; men are pigs. Greeks are pigs with tie pins and secret handshakes. Drunk people do not demolish another person's drink then offer up their own. The spilling of alcohol is a drink-worthy event which you can't do if you have given your drink away. Man math: Brennan stalked Brooke, ambushed her in the bathroom and tried to roofie her with his drink because our host was a dirt bag and a total ass-bandit. How had I failed to do some basic 4 1 1 on this bastard? Oh yeah, brought an extinct First House to life, multiple threats to my well-being, treated like crap by most of my co-workers and then my father was murdered. "I repeat; why are we going to this guy's house?" I asked. "He's been persistent ever since Trent bailed and he sounds so worried about me," she answered. "Oh, I don't want you to think I'm using you as Brennan-deterrent, Cáel," she added. "I wanted to get out of the city and be with you; and Libra." I was more than Brennan-deterrent alright. I was a 'Highway Closed Indefinitely' sign for his edification. This was okay with Brooke (and me) because of all the sex we were going to have. "Thanks," Libra teased her pal. My dilemma was that despite all the positive emotions wafting my way, I wasn't one of 'them' yet. I couldn't simply say 'this dude is a scumbag. Let's go somewhere else.' This was going to take some tact and pretty much annihilated my hopes for a weekend to unwind. I had to play nice and at the first opportunity pull our host aside and politely inform him that I was going to floss his teeth with his still functioning intestines if any of us partook of something we hadn't asked for, ended up in some spot we hadn't wanted to go to, and/or doing something we didn't want to do. My diplomatic approach was from some movie that was way before CGI. It was ('you' meaning 'me': 'I want you to be nice; until it is time; to not be nice.') I was going to give Brennan's survival instincts the benefit of the doubt. I felt certain he wasn't enchanted with the idea of personal pain and I was going to let him know there wasn't a bank account deep enough to protect him from my wrath. If there was ever any doubt; I'm an idiot. We pulled up to the gate right before eight. Yes; one of those nice wrought-iron, automatic opening double gates. Brooke answered the security screen and in we went. Two people, definitely staff, met us as we parked. There was six cars present already, all variations of the high-performance, turbo-charged, 'Daddy/Mommy don't love me so they gave me this deathtrap instead' ideal. Cargo space? Fuel efficiency? Excessive safety features? Not a concern for this crowd. There was a momentary bout of confusion as the male staffer came for my baggage. I thanked him. He looked at me funny. Brooke insisted the female staffer give directions to where her/Libra's luggage was going so I did the same with the guy. My stuff was not only not heading to Brooke's room, I was being banished to another branch of this sprawling villa. "Take my stuff to their room," I directed the man. "Sir, a different room has been set aside for the gentleman," he insisted. "Oh; okay," I nodded. I took my bags from him, much to his surprise, and followed the 'maid'. Brooke and Libra laughed at my obstinacy and tagged along. Our introduction to the 'pack' was delayed and, by his look, Brennan wasn't happy with my detour. I wasn't happy either, but for a different reason. "Brooke; Libra, right? Cecil?" he clearly was disrespecting me straight out of the gates. Brooke and Libra said 'hi'. I was a little less diplomatic and I was staring down the barrels of a serious crimp in my main battle plan. There were two dissipated young ladies, three men of the same caliber and two guys I identified hangers-on. Most likely rich; just not rich enough to be treated as equals by the majority. Then there was this one girl who was certainly the unsuspecting party favor. You can learn all kinds of thing about the darker side of male-female relationships at Spring Break if you pay attention. The vacation can be wonderful, but seeing fuck-head bottom-feeders getting girls wasted for the eternal glory of Girls Gone Wild and the ability to stick their prick into someplace it doesn't belong, and they haven't earned the right to be in, truly sucks. For the moment, I had to look past her. The focus of my anxiety was a couple, both African-American and from a different mold than everyone else there. I knew the guy because he was somewhat famous. "Hey Bitch," I replied in an off-handed manner. "What?" Brennan hammed up his confusion. The 'Home Alone' gasp. What had he done wrong? "What?" I responded. "Did you just call me a 'bitch'?" he clarified. "No," I lied. "I didn't even know you were talking to me. Hi, I'm Cáel Nyilas. Who are you again?" "I think you called me a bitch," Brennan watched his whole weekend plan to dispose of me coming gift wrapped here in the opening round. He looked to the 'famous' guy. I am an idiot. "Well, with your family money, I'm sure you can hire top notch Otolaryngologist to handle that hearing problem of yours," I grinned. "Orlando, what do you think Kibble here said?" Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador; missed his name; you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards." No, I wasn't buttering this guy up. There was no point. I only knew about him because the whole 'martial ardor' doesn't have to be yours to get some tail. Girls who like watching physical combat; MMA, Kick-boxing, Boxing, and the NHL (WWE if they are somewhat gullible); will jump on your bones at the completion of that match. "I think this cunt called you his bitch," Orlando came my way. I gently pushed Brooke and Libra aside to give me space. "You are mistaken," I kept smiling at Orlando. "I was calling that lady over there," I pointed at the lady he had been talking to, "my bitch for tonight. The acoustics in this place must suck." Outdoor pool; the Atlantic Ocean crashing less than 100 meters away; this place rocked. "You are going to die," Brennan laughed at me. Keyes kept coming. "Right, or left?" I asked him in a pleasant tone. He glared yet hesitated. "What does it matter?" Orlando studied me. He had stopped being a hired thug and returned to being a modern day gladiator. "I'm packing so I wanted to know which knee you can live without," I stated. "He's got a gun?" one of the other males mumbled. "Gun?" Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Knife," I corrected. At this point, everyone but Orlando and I felt better. In that snippet, Orlando and I exchanged a vital piece of information; I was going to hurt him. No matter what he did, I was going to put a knife into him. How did he know? I had warned him and I laughed at Death. I wasn't bluffing and Orlando made his life's work piercing his opponent's deceptions. "That's my fiancé," Orlando grumbled. I extended my hand. "I apologize then," I said as he shook my hand. "That was rude of me and uncalled for. Not only is she one of the classiest ladies here, she was hanging out with you, a man not known for accepting anything short of the perfect match. Besides," I whispered, "we both know who I was truly talking about." Orlando wasn't happy with me, or forgiven me. What he did accept was that I'd given him an out. I had backed down and apologized. Brennan was frowning. Orlando and I didn't care; we were both fighters and we'd both ponied up on the promise of pain. If there was to be a conflict, he wasn't going to do it for Brennan. He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense. Casper; Casper was going to be a problem. For starters, Anima had taken Casper under her wing; was going to show Casper the 'ropes'. Casper proudly proclaimed that. Casper was also not as rich as the 'in crowd' and not a hanger-on; she was the weekend's amusement, or would have been if Brooke hadn't shown up. And, of course, she couldn't see the danger, she was so eager to be with the super-rich. After the name game came the initial party shuffle. Who was aiming for whose bedroom tonight and how would they get what they wanted. Brennan sent two backup boys cruising for Libra while he angled in for Brooke. Anima and Casper were supposed to keep me busy. Libra promptly showed she'd thumbed through my Book of Social Fugliness. "I only date real men," she shredded the 'second-stringers' to pieces. The blast socially staggered them. "If you have to think about it, boys, you are not a man. Don't strain yourself trying to be something you can't even comprehend. Now one of you go get me a drink while I think about what Cáel and I are going to do to Brooke tonight." In social parlance, that was shooting someone with both barrels of a shotgun then using the stock to tenderize the remains. That was one flank secure. Next, Casper and Anima. Anima had the feeling I didn't like her; good for her. "Would you really have cut Orlando?" Casper asked me softly while she ran a fingernail over my right forearm. "Casper, to begin with, call him Mr. Keyes. There will come a time when you can freely use his first name, but you ain't there yet," I cautioned her. "To answer your question: yes, I would have sliced down and across, cutting his right hamstring." Keyes heard me, as I had intended. "Brennan says you are a co-worker of Trent," Anima cooed. "Kind of," I shrugged. "Trent is a big-shot with the Far East Unit while I remain in Personnel in the city (Manhattan)." They both looked disappointed then Casper handed me a plum. She wasn't stupid, just willfully blind. "Where did you learn to use a knife then?" Casper tried to 'salvage' me. She was doing herself a favor by trying to make me look better to the rest; doing me a favor. Nice. "I'm with the Records Redaction Unit of Havenstone's Executive Services," I lied. Blink. "That doesn't make any sense," Casper's brow furrowed. "You delete records?" "No Casper," I returned her arm rub, "someone creates a list with names on it. I am part of the team that reduces the number of those names on that list to zero." Blink. "You fire people?" she remained uncertain. She had to believe I was playing with her, which I was. "No," I shook my head. "That implies extra paperwork. We take a more ergonomic approach. No termination rigmarole; no traceable termination at all." "That sounds vaguely like you murder people," Anima murmured. "Murder is a crime. Converting all the data of a given person into one, misplaced file is a way of circumventing the whole 'exit interview/providing references for other jobs/pension' process." If you believed that this nation, nay, the whole world, was run by soulless corporate monsters that made scary sense. "What do you do with the people?" Anime was showing the tiniest bit of enthusiasm for this conversation. "What people? People have names," I smiled. "Bodies with no records are normally handled as John and Jane Does and are buried in Potter's Field, or used at medical schools." "Do you enjoy sex with multiple partners?" Anima smiled; veering the conversation off in a different dir

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2024


Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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The PARAcast
PARAcast 428 "Keep the Bersa"

The PARAcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2024 90:47


Tom gets a new Beretta Brigadier and relives his early 92 memories. Kevin switches back to the Canik Rival. Robert reads your questions and we discuss the gun we regret buying and why to leave your guns in stock. ----       Show Sponsors: Rune Tactical Dominate Defense W-74 Guide Rods Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@paracastfirearmspodcast905 Telegram: https://t.me/paracastpodcast Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=16370931 Chat: @paracastchat (telegram)

Gun & Gear Review Podcast
Gun & Gear Review 514 – Beta Max

Gun & Gear Review Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 23, 2024 79:26


  Welcome to the Firearms Insider Gun & Gear Review Podcast episode 514. This show is brought to you by VZ Grips, Walker Defense, Primary Arms, and XS Sights. Tonight I have a hand crafted holster review, we are then talking about the MAC 1014, Advocates, and Bersa's As you may know, we showcase guns, gear, […] The post Gun & Gear Review 514 – Beta Max appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

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Gun & Gear Review 514 – Beta Max

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 23, 2024 79:26


  Welcome to the Firearms Insider Gun & Gear Review Podcast episode 514. This show is brought to you by VZ Grips, Walker Defense, Primary Arms, and XS Sights. Tonight I have a hand crafted holster review, we are then talking about the MAC 1014, Advocates, and Bersa's As you may know, we showcase guns, gear, […] The post Gun & Gear Review 514 – Beta Max appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
Ghost & Clover 83 – LIVE From SHOT Show Day Four

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 3, 2024


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with Walk The Talk America & Anderson, Chris Cheng & EAA and SDS Imports & Bersa. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
Ghost & Clover 82 – LIVE From SHOT Show Day Three

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2024


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with DC Project & Monstrum, Walk The Talk America and Tony Simon & That Guy's Wife Media. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

CloverTac Podcasts
Ghost & Clover - LIVE From SHOT Show 2024 Day Four

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2024 73:43


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with Walk The Talk America & Anderson, Chris Cheng & EAA and SDS Imports & Bersa. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
Ghost & Clover 81 – LIVE From SHOT Show Day Two

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2024


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with Recon Sniper Foundation & Bersa, Ryker & HRT Tactical and Walk The Talk America & Umarex. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

CloverTac Podcasts
Ghost & Clover - LIVE From SHOT Show 2024 Day Three

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2024 66:57


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with DC Project & Monstrum, Walk The Talk America and Tony Simon & That Guy's Wife Media. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

CloverTac Podcasts
Ghost & Clover - LIVE From SHOT Show 2024 Day Two

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2024 73:00


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with Recon Sniper Foundation & Bersa, Ryker & HRT Tactical and Walk The Talk America & Umarex. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
Ghost & Clover 80 – LIVE From SHOT Show Day One

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 30, 2024


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with GOA & Operator Coffee, Riding Shotgun With Charlie & Mitchel Defense and Walk The Talk America & Bersa. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

CloverTac Podcasts
Ghost & Clover - LIVE From SHOT Show 2024 Day One

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 30, 2024 68:05


We had a blast with the LIVE podcast during SHOT Show. On day one we spoke with GOA & Operator Coffee, Riding Shotgun With Charlie & Mitchel Defense and Walk The Talk America & Bersa. Big THANK You to Bersa and Walk The Talk America for making this happen!

Ghost Tactical Podcasts
Chris Cheng-WTTA-Anderson Mfg--EAA-Bersa-SDS Imports | Ghost & Clover LIVE SHOT 2024

Ghost Tactical Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2024 74:12


#Ghost #Clover #Podcast This episode of the Ghost & Clover Podcast is powered by our great friends at Bersa & Walk The Talk America The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the individual guests and host and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Ghost Tactical Productions, Clovertac Productions, or any sponsors.  Some material may be for mature audiences and include language not suitable for young listeners. Listener Discretion is advised. Contact us at: Trey Miller Ghost Tactical Productions Christopher Dover CloverTac Productions

Ghost Tactical Podcasts
Dianna Muller-Monstrum Tactical-WTTA-Tony Simon-That Guy's Wife | Ghost & Clover LIVE SHOT 2024

Ghost Tactical Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2024 67:34


#Ghost #Clover #Podcast This episode of the Ghost & Clover Podcast is powered by our great friends at Bersa & Walk The Talk America The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the individual guests and host and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Ghost Tactical Productions, Clovertac Productions, or any sponsors.  Some material may be for mature audiences and include language not suitable for young listeners. Listener Discretion is advised. Contact us at: Trey Miller Ghost Tactical Productions Christopher Dover CloverTac Productions

Ghost Tactical Podcasts
Recon&Sniper Found-Bersa-Ryker USA- HRT Tactical-WTTA-Umarex | Ghost & Clover LIVE SHOT 2024

Ghost Tactical Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2024 73:37


#Ghost #Clover #Podcast This episode of the Ghost & Clover Podcast is powered by our great friends at Bersa & Walk The Talk America The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the individual guests and host and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Ghost Tactical Productions, Clovertac Productions, or any sponsors.  Some material may be for mature audiences and include language not suitable for young listeners. Listener Discretion is advised. Contact us at: Trey Miller Ghost Tactical Productions Christopher Dover CloverTac Productions

Ghost Tactical Podcasts
GOA-Operator Coffee-Charlie Cook-Mitchell Defense-WTTA-Bersa | Ghost & Clover LIVE SHOT 2024

Ghost Tactical Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2024 68:38


#Ghost #Clover #Podcast This episode of the Ghost & Clover Podcast is powered by our great friends at Bersa & Walk The Talk America The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the individual guests and host and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Ghost Tactical Productions, Clovertac Productions, or any sponsors.  Some material may be for mature audiences and include language not suitable for young listeners. Listener Discretion is advised. Contact us at: Trey Miller Ghost Tactical Productions https://ghosttactical.us/ Christopher Dover CloverTac Productions http://www.clovertac.com

Soy bruja ¡Y qué!
RELATO. Freya Gran Diosa Mágica

Soy bruja ¡Y qué!

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2023 1:04


Oración a Freya. Tomado de la Red Voz: Bárbara Blas (Hiedra, la Dama Gárgola ) Edición: Bersaín Lejarza Producción: Domus di Gargolae

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
Talking Lead 511 – BERSA Stainless Steal 1911

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2023 85:37


In this episode of the Talking Lead Podcast: Rafael Del Valle with BERSA USA joins Lefty to tell us about their new stainless steal 45acp 1911 line of pistols. Starting off with four models each offered in standard mil-spec five inch barreled configuration 1911s with enhanced features. Big serrations, AMERIGLO tritium night sights, ambidextrous safety and VZ grips. Two will be entry level versions starting around MSRP $699 available in flat dark earth and black. … Talking Lead 511 – BERSA Stainless Steal 1911 Read More »

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Talking Lead 510 – Range Day Madness Recap

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2023 93:43


In this episode of the Talking Lead Podcast: We recap the highlights of our visit to the IraqVeteran8888 (IV8888) annual range day event. Lefty, Evan (@floodmunitions) and Danny (Dip-Stick Branding) talk about all the cool guns, gear and peeps we ran into during this exclusive invite only Range Day in Georgia. Bersa's new 1911, MEAN Arms' new 9mm baring delay upper, loud-ass 50bmgs, cannons, amazing steaks and more. We also talk about elephants, alligators and Brawndo (It's … Talking Lead 510 – Range Day Madness Recap Read More »

Talking Lead Podcast
Talking Lead 511 – BERSA Stainless Steal 1911

Talking Lead Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2023 85:37


https://chtbl.com/track/118312/traffic.libsyn.com/secure/talkinglead/TLP_511_Bersa_1911.mp3 In this episode of the Talking Lead Podcast: Rafael Del Valle with BERSA USA joins Lefty to tell us about their new stainless steal 45acp 1911 line of pistols. Starting off with four models each offered in standard mil-spec five inch barreled configuration 1911s with enhanced features. Big serrations, AMERIGLO tritium night sights, ambidextrous safety and VZ grips. Two will be entry level versions starting around MSRP $699 available in flat dark earth and black. Next level up will be brushed stainless steal and the high-end 1911 will be offered in polished stainless steel. As time goes on they will offer their 1911s in 10mm and 9mm and future models will be polymer. In addition to the new 1911, BERSA earlier this year, released their new line of BERSA AR Rifles (BAR). To complement their rifle line BERSA will be offering AR parts such as drop-in Triggers, muzzle devices, charging handles, handguards, etc. Also on the BERSA menu are two new polymer striker fired pistols and the big news is a... BERSA line of Silencers! Rafael Del Valle of BERSA USA demoing the new 1911 LEFTY and Rafael Talking BERSA 1911 LEFTY with the new BERSA 1911 45acp LEFTY shooting the BERSA 1911

Talking Lead Podcast
Talking Lead 510 – Range Day Madness Recap

Talking Lead Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 27, 2023 93:43


https://chtbl.com/track/118312/traffic.libsyn.com/secure/talkinglead/IV888888_Recap.mp3 In this episode of the Talking Lead Podcast: We recap the highlights of our visit to the IraqVeteran8888 (IV8888) annual range day event. Lefty, Evan (@floodmunitions) and Danny (Dip-Stick Branding) talk about all the cool guns, gear and peeps we ran into during this exclusive invite only Range Day in Georgia. Bersa's new 1911, MEAN Arms' new 9mm baring delay upper, loud-ass 50bmgs, cannons, amazing steaks and more. We also talk about elephants, alligators and Brawndo (It's got what plants crave)! Plus we announce how to win one of the new Talking Lead Logo Tee-Shirts from Dip-Stick Branding. Talking Lead Podcast 510 - IV8888 Range Day Recap Evan Floodman, Danny Bronson, Lefty Lefty at 2023 IV8888 Range Day Lefty at IV8888 Range Day 2023 Eric IV8888 Loading Cannon Range Day 2023

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Talking Lead 483 – HUXWRX Silencers, BERSA USA, Tactical Walls & SEAL-1

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2023 80:58


We launch Talking Lead‘s first round of interviews from the 2023 National Rifle Association‘s Annual Convention (NRAAM). Thanks to KELTEC for being the Official Leadquarters this year. In this episode: Auburn with HUXWRX Safety Co. introduces the new FLOW 556K 3D printed silencer. Dwight with SEAL-1 launches their new pistol and rifle cleaning rod kits, … Talking Lead 483 – HUXWRX Silencers, BERSA USA, Tactical Walls & SEAL-1 Read More » The post Talking Lead 483 – HUXWRX Silencers, BERSA USA, Tactical Walls & SEAL-1 appeared first on Firearms Radio Network.

Talking Lead Podcast
Talking Lead 483 – HUXWRX Silencers, BERSA USA, Tactical Walls & SEAL-1

Talking Lead Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 28, 2023 80:58


https://chtbl.com/track/118312/traffic.libsyn.com/secure/talkinglead/TLP_483_-seal1__bersa_huxworks.mp3 We launch Talking Lead's first round of interviews from the 2023 National Rifle Association's Annual Convention (NRAAM). Thanks to KELTEC for being the Official Leadquarters this year. In this episode: Auburn with HUXWRX Safety Co. introduces the new FLOW 556K 3D printed silencer. Dwight with SEAL-1 launches their new pistol and rifle cleaning rod kits, YES, the "leadhead" discount code works for the rod kits! Tim with Tactical Walls updates us on the latest and greatest in firearms furniture concealment. Rafael and Mariano with BERSA USA feature their new BAR (Bersa AR) line of rifles and pistols. The BAR15 (in 223/556 & 300blkout) and BAR9 (9mm Luger). Auburn with Huxwrk at Talking Lead 2023 NRA Rafael & Mariano with Lefty at Talking Lead studio 2023 NRA Dwight with SEAL 1 at Talking Lead studio 2023 NRA in Indy.

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)
CloverTac Podcast – Cool New Things Happening With Bersa USA

Firearms Radio Network (All Shows)

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2023 65:37


Join us LIVE as we have a conversation with Rafael from Bersa. They have long had some really great firearms like the Thunder 380 but they are doing some new stuff now like the BAR-15 carbines. Let's talk about all that and more.

CloverTac Podcasts
Cool New Things Happening with Bersa USA

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2023 65:36


Join us LIVE as we have a conversation with Rafael from Bersa. They have long had some really great firearms like the Thunder 380 but they are doing some new stuff now like the BAR-15 carbines. Let's talk about all that and more. Bersa USA Website https://www.bersa.com/ This podcast powered by the great folks over at MTM Case-Gard MTM Case-Gard Website https://mtmcase-gard.com/ Save 10% At MTM Case-Gard With Code "CLOVERTAC" "Quick Draw" segment brought to you by our friends at Craft Holsters. Craft Holsters Website https://www.craftholsters.com/ Amazon Influencer Store https://www.amazon.com/shop/clovertacpro You can also follow or support our efforts over on the CloverTac Patreon page. Keep in touch with our monthly newsletter available over on the CloverTac Website. ---------- CloverTac Productions Original Content Credit: Christopher Dover

Ahora Misiones Noticias
Titulos de Noticias Nacionales

Ahora Misiones Noticias

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 9, 2022 10:15


TITULOS DE NOTICIAS NACIONALES Tras la imputación de Fernando Sabag Montiel y Brenda Uliarte como responsables de la planificación del intento de asesinato de Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, la jueza María Eugenia Capuchetti avanza con la identificación de un tercer integrante: Gabriel Carrizo. Fue visto días antes en las inmediaciones de la casa de la vicepresidenta y es el responsable de manejar el supuesto negocio de la venta de los copos de azúcar, en el que estaban involucrados cuatro personas más, a quienes se empezó a llamar “la banda de los copitos”. Cuatro horas antes del ataque a Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, las cámaras de seguridad detectaron a Fernando Sabag Montiel y Brenda Uliarte en un local de comida rápida de Quilmes. Allí un chico y una señora dejan caer un papel al suelo. Minutos después lo levanta Uliarte, lo lee, se lo pasa a su pareja, que también lo ojea y luego lo descarta en un tacho. Un exnovio de Brenda Uliarte aportó la Justicia una bolsa blanca y un paraguas ☂️ que la joven dejó en su casa en el municipio bonaerense de San Miguel, después del atentado, cuando llegó y le pidió pasar la noche. Se analizará la presencia de restos de pólvora en esa bolsa, que podría indicar que allí se guardó la pistola Bersa que usó Fernando Sabag Montiel. La jueza federal María Eugenia Capuchetti y el fiscal Carlos Rívolo volvieron a allanar el cuarto que alquilaba Sabag Montiel en San Martín y otro domicilio investigado. Secuestraron seis baterías de teléfono celular, carcasas de teléfonos y elementos descartables. Uno de los fundadores de la agrupación ultraderechista Revolución Federal, Jonathan Morel, se despegó de Brenda Uliarte, la joven detenida junto a Fernando Sabag Montiel, por el atentado contra la vicepresidenta. Dijo en una entrevista en Radio con Vos que “no la conocía, nunca la vi". El Senado aprobó con 37 votos afirmativos, en una sesión especial, un proyecto de declaración en repudio al intento de magnicidio contra Cristina Fernández de Kirchner. Pese a la gravedad del hecho, el interbloque de Juntos por el Cambio se ausentó porque, según explicaron, "no avalan el uso político-partidario del Congreso". Con el objetivo de pedir la renuncia de los cuatro integrantes de la Corte Suprema y en defensa de Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, el juez Juan Ramos Padilla y el médico Jorge Rachid convocan a reunirse mañana a las 15 en Parque Patricios. El encuentro será en Avenida Caseros y La Rioja; y es una continuación de los encuentros que realizaron en Parque Centenario y Parque Chacabuco. El gobierno nacional, junto al PJ y La Cámpora de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires retoman mañana la agenda de actos en “defensa de la vicepresidenta”. Será en el Parque Lezama bajo la consigna “A Cristina la cuidamos entre todos” y “El pueblo cuida a Cristina, Cristina cuida al pueblo”. El jefe del bloque del PRO en la Cámara de Diputados, Cristian Ritondo, encabezó una conferencia de prensa para rechazar la propuesta del gobierno de Axel Kicillof de entregar material pedagógico para que en las aulas de nivel secundario se discuta sobre el intento de asesinato contra la vicepresidenta. Antes, Patricia Bullrich había señalado que se trata de ”adoctrinamiento”. El ministro de Educación bonaerense, Alberto Sileoni, rechazó los cuestionamientos que dirigentes y funcionarios de Juntos por el Cambio plantearon por debatir en las escuelas el intento de magnicidio. Lamentó que “la derecha nunca entiende lo que pasa en las aulas”. El juez federal Alejo Ramos Padilla resolvió, en su rol de magistrado electoral, que los espacios cedidos para la publicidad en medios de comunicación de las fuerzas políticas deben seguir siendo gratuitos. El criterio contradice a una postura de la Cámara Nacional Electoral. Por su temática, la discusión se zanjará definitivamente en la Corte Suprema. (Informó Néstor Espósito). Los camaristas Martín Irurzun y Eduardo Farah ratificaron el sobreseimiento dictado por Daniel Rafecas p --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ahoramisiones/message

Food de a chole
Ep. 48: Nieves (Trevly vs Michoacana) ft. Nana Bersa

Food de a chole

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 2, 2022 74:17


Que tranza tragones esta semana tenemos a una chava súper talentosa de la escena local, que está a poco días de estar en el escenario del vive latino, es cantante, compositora y muchas cosas más… platicamos de cómo fue que llego a la música y de cómo conoció a Daniel quien… y comimos unas ricas nieves de sabores no muy comunes pero que estaban muy buenas… cáiganle a ver este buen episodio, empiecen su mes de marzo de la mejor manera y denle follow a todas las redes Muchas gracias a manzanita por ser siempre tan buena onda No se olviden de comer en la calle y lavarse las manos… chido

Armed American Radio
Wed AARDD 10-06-2021

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 6, 2021


Mark talks with Rafael Del Valle from Bersa about Chicago legalizing armed duels, mandates, and much more. Enjoy!

Armed American Radio
Mon AARDD 07-12-2021

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 12, 2021 53:38


Mark talks with Rafael Del Valle from Bersa with the announcement that Bersa moves to Kennesaw, GA as a US Company

LOGIN
PDI Los Andes detuvo a mujeres integrantes de clan familiar dedicado a venta de droga

LOGIN

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 25, 2021 2:09


Detectives del Equipo MT0 de la Brigada Antinarcóticos y Contra el Crimen Organizado Los Andes de la Policía de Investigaciones de Chile detuvieron a N.A.T.H y a A.L.H.A., ambas integrantes de un clan familiar dedicado a la comercialización de drogas en la población Ambrosio O'Higgins. El trabajo desplegado por la PDI permitió obtener antecedentes que indicaban que las imputadas abastecían de sustancias ilícitas a adictos del sector, por lo que los efectivos concurrieron hasta su domicilio incautando diversas especies. En el lugar se encontraron 388 gramos de cocaína base avaluadas en cerca de 2 millones de pesos, dinero en efectivo producto de la comercialización de drogas, munición y un arma de fuego marca Bersa, la que sería utilizada como protección ante posibles quitadas de los estupefacientes. Las detenidas fueron puestas a disposición del Juzgado de Garantía de Los Andes, lugar en que serán formalizadas y conocerán las medidas cautelares que pesarán en su contra. Cuña: jefe Brianco, comisario Mauricio Fuentes

Armed American Radio
Tue AARDD 03-09-2021

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 9, 2021 39:38


Mark talks with Bersa's Rafael Del Valle. Topics include Dem writer admitting HR 127 proves "gun nuts" correct about Dems wanting our guns, 7 key takeaways from 2020 for the gun industry and some good news from states

Jose L Cherrez
Jose L Cherrez conversando con Damián Tiradores Argentinos

Jose L Cherrez

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2021 74:28


Jose L Cherrez conversando con Damián el creador del canal Argentino en YouTube "TIRADORES ARGENTINOS" contando experiencias, gratos y malos momentos; sus pasatiempos, porque decidió hacer un canal de YouTube y más.TIRADORES ARGENTINOS:Canal de YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCC3r-Ub6Seb8CUAbIXGYvYQ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tiradoresargentinos/ Correo electrónico: TiradoresArgentinos@Gmail.com Video de modificación del grip de la Bersa bp9cc:https://youtu.be/CBSbw_5ew-APara programar llamadas por WhatsApp o video conferencia con Jose L Cherrez:https://joselcherrez.youcanbook.me/ Donaciones para ayudar al canal de youtube:https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=YDC8Z7PMVFUDY&source=url Grupo de chat de Jose L Cherrez en Telegram:https://t.me/joselcherrezchat T-Shirts, Hoodies, stickers y otros productos de Jose L Cherrez:https://teespring.com/stores/joselcherrez Para cursos en línea a distancia entra a nuestro sitio web:https://gepacademy.com Para ver videos exclusivos y privados con más temas, regístrate en mi Membresía en Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYAxtqzIo9gRTZPBil-zKHw/join Mis sitios Web: https://www.joselcherrez.com https://gepacademy.com https://www.globaleliteprotection.com Síguenos en Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/joselcherrez/ https://www.instagram.com/gepacademy/ https://www.instagram.com/geprotection/ Síguenos en Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/joselcherrez/ https://www.facebook.com/Gepacademy/ https://www.facebook.com/geprotection/ Síguenos en Twitter:https://twitter.com/geprotection https://twitter.com/joselcherrez Podcasts de Jose L Cherrez hablando con las personas que lo han ayudado, influenciado y colaborado en su carrera:http://joselcherrez.buzzsprout.com Ropa táctica y accesorios tácticos los pueden buscar en el siguiente enlace:https://www.amazon.com/shop/globaleliteprotectionsecurity#TiradoresArgentinos #JoseLCherrez #Podcast

TacticalPay Radio
Mental Health and Firearms with Michael Sodini of WTTA

TacticalPay Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2021 45:20


Strap in for a new episode of TacticalPay radio! On this show, Brett was joined by Michael Sodini as they covered an essential topic, mental health and firearms. Dealing with mental health issues is both important and achievable, and key part of firearms safety. Mike is the Founder of Walk the Talk America, a 501c3 non-profit organization dedicated to making positive change concerning mental health, and firearm awareness. He's also the President of Eagle Imports, which imports fine firearms brands from all over the world. Over the past nine years, he has successfully cultivated and evolved the Bersa, Metro Arms, and Grand Power firearm brands. For more information and to view the show notes, visit: https://www.tacticalpay.com/podcast/

Armed American Radio
Tue AARDD 02-09-2021

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2021 39:41


Mark rip the airwaves with too much caffeine and Rafeal Del Valle from Bersa!

Naxos: Esto es música clásica
Goran Filipec interpreta a Blagoje Bersa

Naxos: Esto es música clásica

Play Episode Listen Later May 1, 2020 41:51


Goran Filipec nos habla de su nueva grabación en donde interpreta obras para piano del compositor croata Blagoje Bersa (1873–1934).

No Label
12 Nana Bersa - Una condensación de pop dulce sobre una base sólida de R&B y trap.

No Label

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 13, 2020 47:58


Nana Bersa emerge este 2020 con un proyecto pop en donde se presenta con una voz suave y bases rítmicas influenciadas por el R&B y y el trap, en donde proyecta sus emociones y vivencias en sus sencillo "BOY 2y "Iced coffee". Sus procesos están trabajados por varios colaboradores en la música y la producción. Les compartimos un playlist que nos regala Nana Bersa para conocer más sobre sus influencias y gustos musicales: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1gvEG08KyiwFy1QssVeJRt?si=F8B-5e2URYWdvDjP7owYaA

No Label
12 Nana Bersa - Una condensación de pop dulce sobre una base sólida de R&B y trap.

No Label

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 13, 2020 47:58


Nana Bersa emerge este 2020 con un proyecto pop en donde se presenta con una voz suave y bases rítmicas influenciadas por el R&B y y el trap, en donde proyecta sus emociones y vivencias en sus sencillo "BOY 2y "Iced coffee". Sus procesos están trabajados por varios colaboradores en la música y la producción. Les compartimos un playlist que nos regala Nana Bersa para conocer más sobre sus influencias y gustos musicales: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1gvEG08KyiwFy1QssVeJRt?si=F8B-5e2URYWdvDjP7owYaA

Armed American Radio
Tue AARDD 04-07-2020

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 7, 2020 48:36


Mark talks with Rafael Del Valle from Bersa-eagle Imports

Armed American Radio
Mon AARDD 03-30-2020

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2020 48:19


Mark talks breaking news NJ Governor brought to his knees with Bersa's Rafeal DelValle and NJ2AS Alexander Rubian.

Sergio y Lupita
Manifestación es debido al operativo contra servicios de transporte concesionado: Líder de taxistas

Sergio y Lupita

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 19, 2020 4:15


Bersaín Miranda Borraz, líder del Movimiento Nacional de Taxistas, indicó que la manifestación que se realiza esta mañana en diferentes puntos de la Ciudad de México, es debido a que la Instituto de Verificación Administrativa (Invea), realizó un operativo en contra de los servicios de trasporte concesionado.

O Poder da Oração
Genesis 14 - Leitura Bíblica (Fortalecimento da Fé) - Abrão liberta seu sobrinho Ló

O Poder da Oração

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 14, 2020 9:56


Gênesis, 14 "1.No tempo de Amrafel, rei de Senaar, de Arioc, rei de Elasar, de Codorlaomor, rei de Elam e de Tadal, rei de Goim, 2.aconteceu que estes reis fizeram guerra a Bara, rei de Sodoma, a Bersa, rei de Gomorra, a Senaab, rei de Adama, a Semeber, rei de Seboim e ao rei de Bala, isto é, Segor. 3.Todos estes se juntaram no vale de Sidim, que é o mar Salgado. 4.Durante doze anos eles tinham servido a Codorlaomor, mas no décimo terceiro ano tinham se revoltado. 5.No décimo quarto ano, Codorlaomor pôs-se em marcha com os reis que se tinham aliado a ele, e desbarataram os refaim em Astarot Carnaim, e igualmente os zuzim em Ham, os emim na planície de Cariataim 6.e os horreus, em sua montanha de Seir até El-Farã, cerca do deserto. 7.Voltando, chegaram à fonte do Julgamento, em Cades, e devastaram a terra dos amalecitas, assim como os amorreus que ha­bitavam em Asasontamar. 8.O rei de Sodoma, o rei de Gomorra, o rei de Adama, o rei de Seboim, o rei de Bala, isto é, Segor, saíram e puseram-se em ordem de batalha no vale de Sidim, 9.contra Codorlaomor, rei de Elam, Tadal, rei de Goim, Anrafel, rei de Senaar, e Arioc, rei de Elasar, quatro reis contra cinco. 10.Ora, havia no vale de Sidim numerosos poços de betume. E os reis de Sodoma e de Gomorra, fugindo, caíram nesses poços, enquanto o restante fugiu para a montanha. 11.Os vencedores levaram todos os bens de Sodo­ma e Gomorra, e todos os seus víveres, e partiram. 12.Levaram também Ló, filho do irmão de Abrão, que morava em Sodoma, com todos os seus bens. 13.Mas alguém que conseguiu fugir veio dar parte do sucedido a Abrão, o hebreu, que vivia nos carvalhos de Mambré, o amor­reu, irmão de Escol e irmão de Aner, aliados de Abrão. 14.Abrão, tendo ouvido que Ló, seu parente, ficara prisioneiro, escolheu trezentos e dezoito dos seus melhores e mais corajosos servos, nascidos em sua casa, e foi ao alcance dos reis até Dã. 15.Ali, dividindo a sua tropa para os atacar de noite com seus servos, desbaratou-os e perseguiu-os até Hoba, que se encontra ao norte de Damasco.* 16.Abrão recobrou todos os bens saqueados e recondu­ziu também Ló, seu parente, com os seus bens, assim como as mulheres e os homens. 17.Voltando Abrão da derrota de Codor­laomor e seus reis aliados, o rei de Sodo­ma saiu-lhe ao encontro no vale de Save, que é o vale do rei. 18.Melquisedec, rei de Salém e sacerdote do Deus Altíssimo, mandou trazer pão e vinho,* 19.e abençoou Abrão, dizendo: “Bendito seja Abrão pelo Deus Altíssimo, que criou o céu e a terra! 20.Bendito seja o Deus Altíssimo, que entregou os teus inimigos em tuas mãos!”. E Abrão deu-lhe o dízimo de tudo.* 21.O rei de Sodoma disse a Abrão: “Devolve-me os homens e guarda os bens”. 22.“Levanto a minha mão para o Senhor Deus Altíssimo que criou o céu e a terra – respondeu Abrão –; 23.de tudo o que é teu, não tomarei sequer um fio nem um cordão de sandália, para que não digas: Enriqueci Abrão. 24.Nada para mim, exceto somente o que comeram os meus servos e a parte dos homens que vieram comigo, Aner, Escol e Mambré; estes hão de receber a sua parte.”" Palavra do Senhor Graças a Deus. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cassiordl/message

Armed American Radio
Sun 02-02-2020 Hour 3

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 3, 2020 51:53


GunBroker's Patricia Huff and Bersa's Rafael del Valle.

valle bersa gunbroker
Armed American Radio
Sunday 01-05-2020 Hour 2

Armed American Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 6, 2020 51:54


Rafael Del Valle from Bersa and Patricia Huff from Gunbroker for the hour

bersa gunbroker
Sergio y Lupita
Sergio y Lupita. Programa completo jueves 31 de octubre 2019

Sergio y Lupita

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2019 157:03


Entre otras noticias, el Movimiento Nacional de Taxistas lamentó que la Segob se retractara de los acuerdos alcanzados con el subsecretario Ricardo Peralta la tarde del pasado martes 29 de septiembre y para ello platicaron con Bersaín Miranda Borrás, presidente del movimiento.

Hawks Eye Guns
Hawk's Eye Guns Podcast 20: Bersa Thunder 380

Hawks Eye Guns

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2019 118:56


Sean gets a Bersa Thunder 380 and Jake reports back on his new Bond Arms pocket gun. Plus: the light history of american service pistols, Movies with guns in them we like and our love for Doc Holiday and Raylen Givens.

CloverTac Podcasts
Michael Sodini Talks Eagle Imports, Llama, Avidity, WTTA & More

CloverTac Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 19, 2019 72:26


This week we talk with Michael Sodini, founder of WTTA (Walk The Talk America) and president of Eagle Imports. We will get some updates on what has been happening lately with WTTA. Then, we shift gears and talk about the world of firearm importation and brands like, Bersa, Llama, Afidity, etc. If you would like to find our more please visit www.eagleimportsinc.com or www.walkthetalkamerica.org.  This podcast made possible in part by AR500 Armor. Check out some #TacticalLeprechaun Approved Gear Over In The Amazon Influencer Store. You can also follow or support our efforts over on the CloverTac Patreon page. Keep in touch with our monthly newsletter available over on the CloverTac Website. ---------- CloverTac Productions Original Content Credit: Christopher Dover chris.dover@clovertac.com Music Graciously Provided By: Violet Heart http://www.violetheartmusic.com

The Patriot News Podcast
Fireside Chats Ep. 7: Michael Sodini of Walk The Talk America

The Patriot News Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2019 102:00


Support the Podcast at: https://www.subscribestar.com/johncrump Brought to You by XTech Tactical. Check out XTech Tactical at https://www.xtechtactical.com/?ap_id=crumpyss%3F Michael Sodini is a former Abercrombie & Fitch model and the President and owner of Eagle Imports. Eagle Imports is the importer of brands such as Bersa, MAC, and Llama. They are one of the biggest gun companies in the world, but Mike is the "ungun gun guy." He grew up in the liberal haven of San Francisco before moving to New York for his modeling career. He met his model ex-wife and the mother of his children while traveling the world, but he needed a change which led Mike into guns. A chance meeting in a restaurant years later and coming across a proposition paper by Mental Health America inspired him to try to combat the stigma of mental health and help those who need help the most. He founded "Walk the Talk America" (wtta.org) to accomplish this mission. Being a sufferer of anxiety makes this topic very near and dear to my heart. I had to have him on the podcast. This topic isn't always an easy topic to deal with, but one that is necessary to confront.  Please Visit: https://www.wtta.org for more information and take their free screening at https://walkthetalkamerica.org/love/   

Gun Freedom Radio
GunFreedomRadio EP147 Hr.2 A Double Tap of 2019 SHOT Show

Gun Freedom Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2019 60:23


Hour #2 Guests: Lara Smith - is the National Spokesperson for the Liberal Gun Club, a national organization which seeks to ensure an educated, liberal voice in debates on gun control and the Second Amendment. Mark Hanish – President, Global Commercial Sales & Marketing at AMMO INC USA AMMO INCORPORATED™ is a technology leader and premier American ammunitions manufacturer and marketer of performance-driven, high-quality and innovative ammunition products, in the sporting industry Trey Miller – Ghost Tactical - a Marine Corps Veteran who started Ghost Tactical Productions in 2017. He is a 2nd Amendment Activist whose mission is to preach the gospel of Concealed Carry, being self-reliant, training to be more proficient, and to be an everyday warrior in society. Trey is the host of a live show called Tactical Tuesday where he and his guests talk everything gun culture. He is also the host of The Armed Citizen Podcast where he and his guests talk about what it means to be an armed citizen in today’s society. Michael Sodini – WTTA - the founder of Walk The Talk America (WTTA). Michael is a 3rd generation firearm industry professional, and known by many as the "most un-gun, gun guy." He is the President of Eagle Imports, Inc, that imports fine firearms from all over the world, such as the Bersa, Llama, Metro Arms, and Grand Power, and Avidity Arms firearm brands. Dan’s Calm-mentary This show is a proud member of the Self Defense Radio Network. Find out more and check out all of the great content at SDRN.US Sponsored by AZFirearms

Concealed Carry Podcast - Guns | Training | Defense | CCW
Episode 270: Walk The Talk America – Mental Health and Guns With Michael Sodini

Concealed Carry Podcast - Guns | Training | Defense | CCW

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2018 109:16


Today Riley interviews Michael Sodini founder of Walk the Talk America, a non-profit organization dedicated to making positive change in relation to mental health, and firearm awareness. We will talk about what we as a firearms industry and community can do to tackle these issues and be part of the solution and not the problem. Michael is also the President of Eagle Imports responsible for distributing brands like Bersa, Grand Power, Metro Arms, and Avidity Arms.

Gun Freedom Radio
GunFreedomRadio EP133 Hr.2 Scary Things Halloween Show 2018

Gun Freedom Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2018 56:31


Hour #2 Guests: Edwin Walker - a Self-Defense Rights Attorney and vigilant watchman of our constitutional rights. He regularly advises lobbyists on firearms and self-defense issues, testifies in front of the Texas Legislature, and fights firearms restrictive ordinances. Edwin talks with us today about HR 5087, the newest version and much more scary version of the so-called Assault Weapons Ban that has the support of and co-signatures of 176 Democrat Politicians. Michael Sodini - founder of Walk The Talk America (WTTA). Michael is a 3rd generation firearm industry professional, and known by many as the "most un-gun, gun guy." He is the President of Eagle Imports, Inc. His Walk the Talk America initiative is a non-profit organization dedicated to making positive change in relationship to mental health, and firearm awareness. Rafael Del Valle is the National Sales Manager at Eagle Imports in Wanamassa, NJ. Eagle Imports, Inc. imports fine firearms from all over the world, such as the Bersa, Llama, Metro Arms, and Grand Power, and Avidity Arms firearm brands. Responsibly Armed Citizen Report Dan’s Calm-mentary

Gun Freedom Radio
GunFreedomRadio EP128 Hr.2 Bumper Sticker Wisdom

Gun Freedom Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 20, 2018 58:16


Hour #2 Guests: Michael Sodini - founder of Walk The Talk America (WTTA). Michael is a 3rd generation firearm industry professional, and known by many as the "most un-gun, gun guy." He is the President of Eagle Imports, Inc, that imports fine firearms from all over the world, such as the Bersa, Llama, Metro Arms, and Grand Power, and Avidity Arms firearm brands. His Walk the Talk America initiative is a non-profit organization dedicated to making positive change in relationship to mental health, and firearm awareness. Larry Sharpe – is a Bronx native, a Marine Corps veteran and an entrepreneur. He is running for Governor of NY as a Libertarian Candidate in order to make education more effective through innovation, reform the criminal justice system to focus on rehabilitation, and build an economy that works for all of NY State. John Lott - is the nation’s preeminent expert on guns and author of a number of books including “More Guns, Less Crime” and his latest “The War On Guns: Arming Yourself Against Gun Control Lies”. John Richard Lott, Jr. is an American economist, political commentator, and gun rights advocate. He has recently written an Op-Ed on the New York Post based on his research that directly refutes the Obama Era claim that America has more mass shootings than any other nation. Responsibly Armed Citizen Report Dan’s Calm-mentary This show is a proud member of the Self Defense Radio Network. Find out more and check out all of the great content at SelfDefenseRadioNetwork.net Sponsored by AZFirearms

DecArts
The Jogbra

DecArts

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2018 28:51


Sydney Friedman (from the Bersa pattern episode) is back this week to talk about the Jogbra. Which came about at a time when Roberta “Bobbi” Gibb ran in the 1966 Boston Marathon when women were not allowed to and she didn’t have a sports bra. Billie Jean King is named Sports Illustrated’s first ever Sportswoman of the Year and played Bobby Riggs in the infamous ‘Battle of the Sexes’. Here are some of the links for the videos and articles discussed. Florence Williams, “The Athletic Brasserie,” 99% Invisible. Title ix Gary Singh, “Stripped,” Metro Santa Cruz, February 16, 2005 
 Smithsonian Jogbra Archive

DecArts
Stig Lindberg and the Bersa pattern

DecArts

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2017 23:16


This week Sydney Friedman and I talked about Stig Lindberg (1916-1982) and the Bersa pattern. This is part one of a two part series that focuses on Scandinavian design. Check out the pictures for this episode at the @DecArtsPodcast twitter feed. National Museum page for Gustavsberg http://www.nationalmuseum.se/sv/English-startpage/Visit-the-museum/NM-runt-om-i-Sverige/Gustavsbergs-porslinsfabrik/ Gloria Cecelia Ray Karlmark, Little Rock Nine http://www.encyclopediaofarkansas.net/encyclopedia/entry-detail.aspx?entryID=726

Hecho en Casa
El Jardín de Bronce - Episodio 4: Bersa 22 Piccola

Hecho en Casa

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 3, 2017 23:50


El Jardín de Bronce comienza a convertirse en una de las ficciones argentinas con mayor éxito y repercusión del año y en este episodio de Hecho en Casa, repasamos todo lo que sucedió en el tercer episodio titulado Bersa 22 Piccola. El Jardín de Bronce es una coproducción de HBO Latinoamérica y Pol-Ka Producciones. Hecho en Casa es el podcast de Radio de Babel en el que hablamos de ficciones argentinas. Podés seguirnos en twitter.com/radiodebabel y en facebook.com/hechoencasa o facebook.com/radiodebabel Encontrá mucho más contenido en www.diariodebabel.com/radio

SassyCat3000's posts
Bersa Thunder and Sig P320

SassyCat3000's posts

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2015 10:00


Decisions decisions. A beautiful day to drive into the city. I can't decide on which one I like best. However I am leaning towards the SigP320

The Frugal Shooter
Episode 68: Tale of Two Carbines

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 15, 2013


A side by side comparison between the Marlin Camp 9 and the Kel-Tec Sub-2000 carbines from an economic, ergonomic, maintenance, and political perspective.  Also, an example of why the question, "How are you?" makes me uncomfortable.If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 68: Tale of Two Carbines

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Episode 67: I was wrong!

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 10, 2013


I hate being wrong.  I'd rather admit being wrong than be proven wrong.  In King Kong, they were crickets, not spiders.  Also, Kahr Arms is moving out of New York.Kahr Arms Moves to PAIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 67: I was wrong!

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Episode 66: Arthropods

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 3, 2013


Various tales of armed encounters with insects and arachnids.Jim Carreyhttp://abcnewsradioonline.com/entertainment-news/jim-carrey-apologizes-to-gun-owners.htmlhttp://weaselzippers.us/2013/07/26/lincoln-memorial-vandalized-with-green-paint-jim-carrey-justifies-attack/CDChttp://cnsnews.com/news/article/cdc-study-use-firearms-self-defense-important-crime-deterrentIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 66: Arthropods

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Episode 65: Grandfather Oak Custom Carry Holsters

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2013


Have you ever had an inside the waistband holster that was so comfortable and versatile that you couldn't wait to get dressed in the morning just so you could put it on?  Try the Grandfather Oak Hidden Companion.  It's a Kydex holster with your choice of belt attachments.  I spoke with the inventor at length, and he pointed out the virtues of its various design features.  Yes, I was positively impressed.  I bought one and wore it for a week each with the 3 different belt attachment systems.    Here it is with the tuckable belt clip Here's the belt loop with the snap closed   And the snap open.  This is the leather and steel J-hook I was talking about.Grandfather Oak Holstershttp://grandfatheroak.com/PTR Moves to Aynor, SChttp://www.courant.com/business/hc-prt-industries-south-carolina-20130619,0,564709.storyhttp://online.wsj.com/article/PR-CO-20130624-908210.htmlIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 65: Grandfather Oak Holsters

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Episode 64: Can I Hit That?

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 15, 2013


The ammo crunch is still in full force.  How can you get confident getting hits without busting your budget on ammo at the range?  Dry fire is good for when you're at home, but you have to set aside time and space for it.  I like to use visualization and a pen.Grandfather Oak Custom Carryhttp://grandfatheroak.com/If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 64: Can I Hit That?

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Episode 63: Silk Purse

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 23, 2013


My Jimenez JA-22 refinement project went better and faster than I expected.  The next time I took it to the range after the following refinement, it gave me 100 for 100... then again the next time. Gun Use Infogramhttp://infogr.am/include/php/embedded.php?graphicID=collegepolitico_1364355518&ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.redstate.com%2F2013%2F04%2F04%2Fthe-only-gun-infographic-youll-ever-need%2FLaw Enforcement Against Gun Controlhttp://dailycaller.com/2013/04/10/survey-shows-law-enforcement-united-against-gun-control/If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 63: Silk PurseWeapons of War Have No Place On Our City StreetsWeapons of War Have No Place On Our City Streets Weapons of War Have No Place On Our City Streets Weapons of War Have No Place On Our City Streets Weapons of War Have No Place On Our City Streets Weapons of War Have No Place On Our City Streets... okay... if you say so.

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Episode 62: Sow's Ear

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 23, 2013


In celebration of the repeal of the 800 degree law, and inspired by The Gun Monkey's success in refining a RIA 1911, I decided to refine a Jimenez JA-22.  I've got my work cut out for me.jimenez detail striphttp://www.bryco-jennings-jimenezarms.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=71jimenez refinementshttp://concealed-carry.5u.com/index2.htmlIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 62: Sow's Ear

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Episode 61: Background Checks

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2013


I explore flaws in and the possible misuse of NICS background checks.  Also, Biden's folly, anger management for ammo, and some links to instructive videos.Biden's Follyhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0IVSGctQIgmag changehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2Upjn5DR0oanger managementhttp://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/03/06/florida-lawmaker-wants-anger-management-courses-for-ammunition-buyers/BIDS vs NICShttp://www.gunlaws.com/BIDS%20v.%20NICS.htmhttp://bidssytem.blogspot.com/http://pagenine.typepad.com/page_nine/2013/02/background-checks-vs-gun-owner-lists.htmlIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 61: Background Checks

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Episode 60: 2009 in 2013

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 25, 2013


Well, here we are again.  Ammo shelves are empty, all the ARs are out of stock, and the resale price gouging is going full-bore.  I learned my lesson back in '09; didn't everybody?IGOLDhttp://igold.isra.org/SC Restaurant carryhttp://freedomoutpost.com/2013/02/restaurant-concealed-carry-passes-sc-senate-subcommittee/http://www.thestate.com/2013/02/14/2631614/sc-senate-proposal-to-allow-guns.html#storylink=misearchBill Whittle virtual state of the unionhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=_T-F_zfoDqIDan Bonginohttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrrsYc0O9N8If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 60: 2009 in 2013

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Episode 59: SC Feb 8 Second Amendment Rally

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2013


I went to my first 2nd Amendment rally on Friday! The speakers were inspiring, the weather improved as the morning went on, and the crowd was hilarious!  Among the speakers were Sen. Lee Bright, Rep. Phillip Lowe, Talbert Black from Campaign for Liberty, Dr. Gene Garris (my chiropractor) and host of America's Radio Show, Harry Kibler, from SC "Rino Hunt", and Sen. Katrina Shealy. Katrina was brief but awesome.Here's a youtube of Katrina Shealyhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ_t269RVw0 If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as... Episode 59: SC Feb 8 Second Amendment Rally

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Episode 58: At Last!

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Play Episode Listen Later Jan 28, 2013


I finally got my wife to go to the range with me!  She's a pretty good shot, but she doesn't go as often as I'd like her to.  Also, Nikki Haley signed the repeal of the 800 degree law last June, and I just found out about it at the last gun show.  I sent her a thank you note.  Firearms appreciation day and the Albany Rally - a friend of mine from high school was on the news.Albany Rallyhttp://wnyt.com/article/stories/S2902474.shtml?cat=0Thank you for repealing the 800 degree lawMadame Governor:I went to the gun show at Jamil yesterday and was perplexed but delighted to see Cimmaron, Jimenez, and Phoenix pistols for sale.  In the past, I've pointed out to the out-of-state vendors that these are not permissible here, but yesterday I saw them at an in-state vendor's table.The vendor informed me that you had signed a repeal of that 800 degree law, and it deepened my appreciation for your approach to our freedoms.Thank you very much for doing away with this counterproductive law.JuddStrike Hold Lubricanthttp://www.strike-hold.com/If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 58: At Last!

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Episode 57: PVC Target Stand

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 12, 2013


I got spoken to at the range a couple of weeks ago about the height of my target stand.  I'd been getting ready to build a new one, and that gave me the impetus to get on with it.  Also, Firearm Appreciation Day, youtube stealing, and the genesis of the Eloi.Palmetto State Armory SignPVC Target Stand Video (Link)Hollywood hypocracy 2http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxRlpRcorEUhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1SZurGArxEEloi - The Time Machine... tell you what.  I downloaded and zipped the book.  you can download the zip file here TIME MACHINEGunznGear and the video thiefIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 57: PVC Target Stand

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Episode 56: Mr. Nate

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2012


I've carried a PPK for the last 3 weeks.  Why not the PF9?  That's what I'd like to talk about.  I don't want to talk about Connecticut; I don't want to talk about Hollywood hypocrisy; I don't want to use the F word (Feinstein... oops, sorry); I don't want to talk about media bias and outright lies.  I want to talk about my new Nate Squared Tactical holster and how pleased I am with it. Hollywood hypocrisy:http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=pItiypwjHx4Nate Squared Tactical Site:http://n82tactical.com/n82store/If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 56: Mr. NateKnow what?  I'm so pleased I'm going to add a link to N82tactical to the right side of this page.  Yep.

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Episode 55: Plugs and Shouts

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 1, 2012


A variety of acknowledgements, plugs and shout-outs.  I'm trying a new load in 9mm.  Bullet casting, sizing, and lubricating.The Gun Monkey1500-C Queen ParkwayWest Columbia, SC 29169803-661-6653Tue-Fri 10-6Sat 10-2Bo Smith, Master GunsmithDUMB WAYS TO DIEhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJNR2EpS0jw&feature=player_embeddedVOICEMAIL ACCIDENThttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TN8YQVM1GQIIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 55: Plugs and Shouts

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Episode 54: Dirty Media

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2012


When is it time to change your brass tumbling media?  You can use dryer sheets to extend the life of your media, and a description of how to wrap a broken toe.If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 54: Dirty Media

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Episode 53: The Secret Handshake

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 4, 2012


How do you identify another concealed carrier?  If you haven't completely come out of the closet, it can be really hard to find a kindred spirit.  Here are some of my experiences.  Also, this American Thinker piece shows I'm not the only one with a Little Bear experience.The American Thinker articleIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 53: The Secret Handshake

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Episode 52: New York State of Mind

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Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2012


I took another trip to NY this fall. I observed some cultural and intellectual differences I found frustrating. If you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 52: NY State of Mind

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Episode 51: Nothing Happened

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Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2012


Nothing happened last weekend.  I didn't get stabbed, and I didn't have to defensively display my sidearm.  I may have come across as a little rude, but nothing happened.2 relevant videos from Mr. Colion Noir:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vtDQ3gwWOc&feature=channel&list=ULhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuG-JukwUIM&feature=channel&list=ULIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 51: Nothing Happened

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Just a Feed Test

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2012


My feed seems to have gone kaflooie, and I think I have it licked.  Pay no attention to this post behind the curtain; I'm just performing a test.

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Episode 50: Cumpsibabu

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2012


Well I've had a couple of weeks to try the holster I made from a mouse pad, and it works.  It holds the pistol steady and it's downright cumpsibabu.  Also, I touch on the CCW Show Podcast and Mr. Colion Noir.Here are links to their shows:http://ccwshow.blogspot.com/http://www.youtube.com/user/MrColionNoir?feature=watchIf you have trouble downloading, right-click the link below and save as...Episode 50: Cumpsibabu

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Episode 49: Mousepad Holster

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Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2012


Remember the episode,  44, Sticky Stuff?  Well, I finally tried it.  I made my first inside the waistband clipless holster out of a neoprene mousepad.  It ain't pretty, but it works.  I'll wear it a bit and give you my observations in a later episode.If you have trouble downloading, try this source:Episode 49: Mousepad Holster

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Episode 48: I Gave In

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Play Episode Listen Later Aug 11, 2012


I gave in to temptation.  After being so proud of myself for not buying that revolver last episode, I found a deal too good to pass up.  Lee N. Field's review of the Bersa Thunder .45 and some fatherly advice.  Also, I found a great new gunsmith in downtown Lexington: The Gun Monkey!If you have trouble downloading, try this backup source:Episode 48: I Gave InThe Gun Monkey website isn't up yet, so here's a picture of their business card:

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Episode 47: Good Habits Die Hard

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 5, 2012


Sorry, I recorded this episode last week, but did not get a chance to publish until now.  Do you always handle your banana in a safe manner?  I find myself unconsciously handling various objects as if they are loaded.  I guess good habits die hard.They just can't help themselves, can they?http://thehill.com/video/senate/240657-cybersecurity-bill-includes-gun-control-measureIf you have trouble downloading in the usual manner, try this other source:Episode 47: Good Habits Die Hard

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Zinka Milanov in Song

handelmania's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 19, 2012 70:08


  My most beloved favorite singer, Zinka Milanov, sings songs by Strauss,Schumann, Giordani,Bozidar Kunc (her brother and accompanist), Brahms, Hageman ,Bersa, and Pavcic.These are from 1955; following these are six Croatian songs, recorded in 1943.   As a bonus, we hear the incredible rendition of the Trovatore aria, "D'amor sull'ali rosee," which got me hooked on Zinka at around age 14. I know you will enjoy these selections. (70 min.)

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Episode 46: How I spent my Summer Vacation

The Frugal Shooter

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2012


My vacation was not really planned to be gun-related (okay, maybe just a little), but I did get to shoot and talk to people about guns.  Here's a rundown.Linkshttp://www.orbitz.com/http://www.handgunlaw.us/If you have trouble downloading, try this alternate source:Episode 46: How I Spent my Summer Vacation

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Episode 45: Whatever

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 1, 2012


Here I revisit the premier episode, Don't Feel Bad and my original mission.  Also, let's take a second look at the GhostBelt concealed carry system.  Finally, parasitic arthropods.If you have any trouble downloading in the usual manner, try this alternate source:Episode 45: Whatever

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GC-048 Back Up Guns

Gunfighter Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 1, 2012 24:34


In the first episode with GC’s new co-host John McGregor, we discussed back up guns, skinny jeans, and how buying your wife a Bersa .380 could lead to divorce.

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