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Macroaggressions
#297: Understanding Geopolitics & Empire | Hrvoje Moric

Macroaggressions

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 8, 2023 63:25


Former Professor of International Relations, and the host of both the “Geopolitics & Empire” podcast and “The Hrvoje Moric Show” on TNT Radio, Hrvoje Moric, stops by to discuss where the Evil Empire is trying to take humanity through social credit systems, behavior modification, forced inoculations, and Central Bank Digital Currencies. What role does China play on the Global Chessboard and will their One Belt One Road initiative work to lift millions out of poverty, or will it be just another brick in the wall of control and world governance? What happens if your social credit score isn't high enough to qualify to participate in this new world due to wrongthink? Hrvoje has some thoughts on where things might be heading and we might want to start paying attention to the road. Sponsors: Emergency Preparedness Food: www.preparewithmacroaggressions.com Chemical Free Body: https://www.chemicalfreebody.com and use promo code: MACRO C60 Purple Power: https://c60purplepower.com/ Promo Code: MACRO Wise Wolf Gold & Silver: www.Macroaggressions.gold True Hemp Science: https://truehempscience.com/ Haelan: https://haelan951.com/pages/macro Solar Power Lifestyle: https://solarpowerlifestyle.com/ Promo Code: MACRO LegalShield: www.DontGetPushedAround.com Coin Bit App: https://coinbitsapp.com/?ref=0SPP0gjuI68PjGU89wUv Macroaggressions Merch Store: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/macroaggressions?ref_id=22530 LinkTree: linktr.ee/macroaggressions Books: HYPOCRAZY: https://amzn.to/3AFhfg2 Controlled Demolition on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08M21XKJ5 Purchase "The Octopus Of Global Control" Amazon: https://amzn.to/3aEFFcr Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/39vdKeQ Online Connection: Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/Macroaggressions Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/macroaggressions_podcast/ Discord Link:  https://discord.gg/4mGzmcFexg Website: www.theoctopusofglobalcontrol.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/theoctopusofglobalcontrol Twitter: www.twitter.com/macroaggressio3 Twitter Handle: @macroaggressio3 YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCn3GlVLKZtTkhLJkiuG7a-Q Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/2LjTwu5 Hrvoje Moric: Podcast: https://apple.co/3vHF9Xt TNT Radio: https://bit.ly/3CvvnLT

The UnSafe Bible
The Evil Empire Part 3

The UnSafe Bible

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 6, 2023 26:00


As Pastor Ken dives into the years of the great tribulation in today's message, it's important to remember one vital thing; when you are in Christ Jesus, you are secure. You are safe from the attack of the enemy. The enemy may make it so that people can only buy or sell with his mark, but there's a greater authority at work here and it's the authority of Jesus Christ. So when the enemy tries to tell you what you can and cannot do, remember the words of Christ and walk in the freedom he gives you!

The UnSafe Bible
The Evil Empire Part 2

The UnSafe Bible

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2023 26:00


Are your lines of communication with the Spirit of God open today? Before you listen to today's message from Pastor Ken, take a minute to clear away the cobwebs in your mind. Breathe deeply and set aside all distractions. The enemy doesn't want you to hear the message Pastor Ken will bring today! But the Spirit of God has a message to share with your heart. He's here to encourage and strengthen you for the days ahead. Don't let the enemy get in the way of the blessing God has for you today!

The UnSafe Bible
The Evil Empire Part 1

The UnSafe Bible

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2023 26:00


Who are you following? Pastor Ken reminds us today that you will inevitably become like the person you're following. If you're following Jesus, it will become evident in your life as you are changed bit by bit to look more like him! But if you're not truly following Jesus, it's because you're following someone else. Who do you look like today? Does your life look a little more like Jesus' than it did a month ago? Or do you look a little more like that Instagram influencer? Which one do you really want?

The JAYREELZ Podcast
Remembering Franco Harris, The Immaculate Reception, NFL Week 16 On Deck. Meet The Mets: The New Evil Empire. Sayonara Sarver As Suns Sell For $4B/Warriors Collapsing? Masters To LIV: Come On Down!

The JAYREELZ Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 61:11


The weather outside is frightful, but the sports world is so delightful. I'll have some shiny gifts under the tree, but some coal in a stocking or two as I spread some cheers and jeers over the next hour. On deck: (3:58) After a birthday shoutout and sending well wishes to those celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa during this holiday season, I begin the podcast with the shocking news of legendary Steelers RB, Franco Harris, passing away at the age of 72. He transitions just days before the 50th anniversary of the greatest play in NFL history (The Immaculate Reception), the docuseries 'A Football Life' that will air Friday night on the anniversary of the play, then have his number retired on Christmas Eve where the Raiders invade Pittsburgh, which are the two teams in the divisional playoff game 50 years prior that made this play famous. Week 16 has a few interesting matchups, including the Thursday night contest between the top two quarterbacks drafted in 2021 (Jaguars Trevor Lawrence and the Jets Zach Wilson) as both are fighting to position themselves in the AFC playoff hunt. I'll go through a laughable Christmas Day schedule, but highlight the key games that'll have postseason implications as we're down to the final couple of weeks of the year. I'll also get into where the NFL Sunday Ticket is moving to after almost three decades with DirecTV. (29:21) I make a brief mention of the NHL as it's relatively quiet. The Hurricanes have stormed to the top of the Metropolitan Division, tied with the Devils. Besides that, all is pretty mellow. (29:53) What's not mellow is the activity of the New York Mets this offseason. They shockingly sign Carlos Correa as his deal with the Giants bottomed out due to red flags regarding his medical past. There is SO much to unpack here. The amount owner Steve Cohen has spent this offseason, the payroll ballooning to over $380 million dollars, the pressure and expectation of this team, the bullseye on their back, which all culminates to one thing. They are the new Evil Empire. I'll touch on a few signings over the past few days (i.e. Seth Lugo, Noah Syndergaard, etc.) as I believe the free agent period will start to quiet down after an active past couple of weeks. (47:03) There's a new owner in the NBA circles as Mat Ishbia, a CEO of a mortgage lending company has purchased the Suns and Mercury for a record $4 billion dollars. We can say good riddance to erstwhile owner Robert Sarver and all of his baggage and filth over the past several years. What's going on with the Warriors? They'll limp home after a 1-5 road trip, where on the back end lost to the Knicks and Nets by 38 and 30, respectively. Is there something going on behind the scenes as they try to get their season on track? I'll debate the 2023 nominees for the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame. We know Gregg Popovich, Dwyane Wade and Dirk Nowitzki are no-brainers. What about Tony Parker? Or Pau Gasol? (56:20) The Masters are telling the LIV golfers to come on down to Augusta in April. There's no surprise that they've elected for them to participate. What about the PGA Championship, the US Open and Open Championship? Will they follow suit? Please subscribe, leave a rating and post a review on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spreaker, Stitcher, Spotify, Luminary, Amazon Music and iHeartRadio or wherever you get your podcasts. If you'd like to contribute to the production of the podcast, please visit my Patreon page at: www.patreon.com/TheJAYREELZPodcast Many thanks for all of your love and support. Intro/outro music by Cyklonus. LINKS TO SUBSCRIBE, RATE & REVIEW: APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jayreelz-podcast/id1354797894 SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/1gkdtgroTFlaqPW1EBjVDr SPREAKER: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-jayreelz-podcast_2 STITCHER: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/jason-s-nazario/the-jayreelz-podcast iHEARTRADIO: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/256-the-jayreelz-podcast-43104270/ LUMINARY: https://luminarypodcasts.com/listen/jason-s-nazario/the-jayreelz-podcast/f9527dd9-47ea-4ed9-92cf-32af9bfa95ad?country=US SPOTIFY TRAILER: https://open.spotify.com/episode/7nZZlvPRAly5irLRSG2qxq?si=rTKCQKnZRNC_VK-_uIWNJA AMAZON MUSIC: https://www.amazon.com/The-JAYREELZ-Podcast/dp/B08K58SW24/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=the+jayreelz+podcast&qid=1606319520&sr=8-1 SPOTIFY PODCAST LINK: https://open.spotify.com/show/1gkdtgroTFlaqPW1EBjVD

Fan in the van
There is a new evil empire

Fan in the van

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 34:19


Mets land Correa the passing of Franco harris the pro bowl complaining and much more --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Hooked on Sports
211: The Mets became the Evil Empire of sports today, Yankees sign Rodon, Cowboys on a path to nowhere, Giants making the playoffs

Hooked on Sports

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 43:51


In today's podcast: John says that with the New York Mets shocking the world to sign shortstop Carlos Correa, the Mets have taken the throne as the evil empire in sports thanks to Steve Cohen's incredible shopping spree, and that the Mets should be the World Series favorites, the Yankees made their case as the team to beat in the American League thanks to their addition of prized starting pitcher Carlos Rodon to their rotation. Then, he dives into why the Dallas Cowboys' ceiling is lower than that of fellow NFC powers in the 49ers and the Eagles, and why the New York Giants belong in the playoffs and their future is the brightest it has been in a long time, then he goes over some key injuries to Anthony Davis and Stephen Curry and how it'll impact their Lakers and Warriors teams.

Locked On Mets - Daily Podcast On The New York Mets
With Carlos Correa, The Mets Have Become The New Evil Empire

Locked On Mets - Daily Podcast On The New York Mets

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 34:07


*This show was recorded prior to the Mets trade of James McCann and their signing of Danny Mendick* With the addition of Carlos Correa, Steve Cohen has taken the Mets payroll to astronomical rates that we have never seen before. In doing so, Major League Baseball has a new Evil Empire that resides in Queens. Host Ryan Finkelstein breaks down how Cohen has turned the Mets into a juggernaut with his pocketbook and how they will soon become the most hated team in baseball. He also takes a deep dive into the Mets roster with Correa in place and how all the pieces are going to come together. If you want to read Ryan's article on the Mets becoming baseball's next Evil Empire: https://www.justbaseball.com/mlb/with-carlos-correa-the-mets-have-become-the-new-evil-empire/ Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! Built Bar Built Bar is a protein bar that tastes like a candy bar. Go to builtbar.com and use promo code “LOCKEDON15,” and you'll get 15% off your next order. BetOnline BetOnline.net has you covered this season with more props, odds and lines than ever before. BetOnline – Where The Game Starts! NHTSA Drive high, get a DUI. Click HERE to learn more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Boomer & Gio
Boomer & Gio Podcast

Boomer & Gio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 12, 2022 153:09


Hour 1: We opened with Mike White taking a lot of hits in yesterday's loss in Buffalo. Today is not a day to rip the Giants. They are what they are right now and are in a rebuild with the new GM and Head Coach. Daniel Jones is playing his ass off despite not having anything around him. Gio & Al think Mike White needs to wear a flak jacket, but Boomer says no. Says it gets in the way and is difficult to play in one. C-Lo is in for Jerry this morning and starts with Mike White getting beat up in Buffalo. Rob Saleh said White showed toughness. Saleh expects to see the Bills in the playoffs. The Giants lost to the Eagles and there was a key play that Julian Love did not make for the Giants on 4th & 7. Brian Daboll said they got beat handily. Julian Love thought he was picking the ball off. The Dolphins lost to the Chargers on SNF and Tua did not have a good game. There was another terrible roughing the passer call on a hit to Justin Herbert. The Cowboys barely beat the Texans and we have a play by play clip from Jerry Recco. Steve Cohen has been dropping big bucks on free agents. In the final segment of the hour, we talked about the Lions chances in the playoffs as the Jets prepare to play them.  Hour 2: Should Rob Saleh have said they are going to see the Bills again in the playoffs? Now he is going to have to answer that. Gio was activated as a Vikings fan a few weeks ago. Now he's deactivated. The Giants and Jets are both riddled with injuries right now. The Giants tie against the Commanders may actually be the thing that keeps them in the playoff hunt. Looking at the schedule, is it time to count out the Seahawks? Detroit is a bigger threat to the Giants than Seattle. Geno Smith, comeback player of the year? He is the favorite but Boomer said that's usually reserved for somebody coming back from a significant injury. C-Lo returns for an update and starts with the Jets loss in Buffalo. Mike White put on a gutsy performance and his teammates noted. CJ Mosley took a gamble and it didn't work out. The Giants got beat easily by the Eagles. C-Lo also went around the NFL from yesterday. In the final segment of the hour, Steve Cohen signed another player this week, Japanese pitcher Kodai Senga. Boomer said the Mets are now becoming the Evil Empire and he's happy about it.  Hour 3: Boomer has a huge amount of respect for the way Mike White played through the rib injury yesterday. If Mike White can't go this week due to injury, would the Jets turn to Zach Wilson? C-Lo returns for an update and starts with Mike White taking huge hits in yesterday's loss in Buffalo. Boomer loves Heisman Trophy winner Caleb Williams. He calls him a super stud. Nothing went right for the Giants yesterday, including punting. Brian Daboll said there's no room for excuses. The Cowboys beat the Texans, barely, and Jerry Recco was on the call. C-Lo went around the NFL from yesterday. Brock Purdy and the Niners had no problem beating Tom Brady and the Bucs. In the final segment of the hour, we talked about the death of soccer reporter Grant Wahl.  Hour 4: With Mike White at QB, you can finally see how talented the Jets WRs are. The Julian Love misplay on 4th and 7 in the Giants/Eagles game was a real turning point. A caller wants to know if you like the Niners or Eagles offense better and if you like the Niners or Eagles defense better. C-Lo returns for an update but first Gio said he saw Tom Moore on the sideline of the Bucs game and he's still coaching. He's 84. Robert Saleh remains confident in the Jets' playoff hopes. He thinks they'll see the Bills again this year in the playoffs. Jared Goff has been dominant for the Lions as they head into NJ to play the Jets this Sunday. The Eagles smoked the Giants for 48 points. Todd Bowles talked about the Bucs poor performance against the Niners. Mike Francesa says he and Dog would be great at alternate broadcasts. In the final segment of the show, a caller wants to know why Gio was holding an orange the entire show today.

Boomer & Gio
Gio Off Vikings Bandwagon; Jets, Giants Injuries; Around NFL; Mets Sign Senga

Boomer & Gio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 12, 2022 38:26


Hour 2 Should Rob Saleh have said they are going to see the Bills again in the playoffs? Now he is going to have to answer that. Gio was activated as a Vikings fan a few weeks ago. Now he's deactivated. The Giants and Jets are both riddled with injuries right now. The Giants tie against the Commanders may actually be the thing that keeps them in the playoff hunt. Looking at the schedule, is it time to count out the Seahawks? Detroit is a bigger threat to the Giants than Seattle. Geno Smith, comeback player of the year? He is the favorite but Boomer said that's usually reserved for somebody coming back from a significant injury. C-Lo returns for an update and starts with the Jets loss in Buffalo. Mike White put on a gutsy performance and his teammates noted. CJ Mosley took a gamble and it didn't work out. The Giants got beat easily by the Eagles. C-Lo also went around the NFL from yesterday. In the final segment of the hour, Steve Cohen signed another player this week, Japanese pitcher Kodai Senga. Boomer said the Mets are now becoming the Evil Empire and he's happy about it.

Tiki and Tierney
The Evil Empire is Back

Tiki and Tierney

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2022 38:17


Hour 1- The New York Yankees showed their hand on Wednesday when they signed Aaron Judge to a 9 year $360 Million dollar deal. The Evil Empire is Back!

Tiki and Tierney
All In - Evil Empire is Back

Tiki and Tierney

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2022 39:31


Hour 3- The New York Yankees have signed Aaron Judge, which means one thing. The Evil Empire is fully back! Or are they?

The Salcedo Storm Podcast
S3, Ep 14: The Evil Empire Of China & Their Allies In America

The Salcedo Storm Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2022 19:33


On this Salcedo Storm Podcast: Gordon Chang is one of the leading experts on communist China. He's the author of “The Great U.S. -China tech war,” and the author of “The Coming Collapse Of China.”

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: part 12

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2022


Becoming something of value has its downside.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Live fast, die young and leave a…No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife- (Monday)-Ah…no sex…not sure how that happened-For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I’m going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I’ll claim that it wasn’t in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for ‘assuming’ I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We’d all laugh. Nothing would change.They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don’t think it was in them.“You’ve made to Week Three,” Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone’s skyscraper. “I’m flabbergasted.”“So am I; flabbergasted that is,” I nodded sagely. “I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant.”Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy.“You need a haircut,” she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators.“Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!” I gasped. “Hayden’s written me a letter.”“Really?” Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever.Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection.Life was relentless. Buffy’s phone rang. She got the same message I did…as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn’t think the guys would be getting this memo.“I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this,” I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback.Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked…enamored. This wasn’t curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture.This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real’ babe.“I’m going to get a bite to eat,” Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties.Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first.“Hi Cáel Nyilas,” she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style.“It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti,” I replied. She looked upset.“You know who I am,” she sighed with disappointment.“Please believe me,” I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, “had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?”“I…I didn’t want to be treated as anyone special,” she gazed up at me with innocent eyes.“That’s not going to be a problem,” I chuckled. “To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that’s trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida.”“But you saved my life?” she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me.“And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate,” I smiled while I explained. “I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden’s favor. Now she’s going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti.”“Ah; I like you,” Oneida pleaded.“Why?” I asked.“You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You…you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother,” Oneida told me. “Was that a deception too?”“Hmmm…not what I expected,” I mused. “Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it.” I looked to Constanza. “Constanza, do I hate your guts?”She glared at me. “Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?” No response.“See,” I grinned to the gawking Oneida, “I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I’ll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I’m not going to run away and I’m not going to stop being me. I’m certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here.”“Oh,” she muttered.“I have to go to work now. Have a nice day,” I turned to Constanza. “Are you my work buddy today?”“Male, come with us,” Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator.Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo’s Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise.The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access.I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.They hadn’t brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn’t even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range.Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me.“Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?” I requested. The look she shot me was lethal.“The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment.”“Thank you,” I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn’t mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the .40 Smith & Wesson Glock-22.I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn’t be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she’d rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy.Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it’s harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips.“Is that the only one you are taking?” Constanza eventually broke down and asked.“I don’t want to waste your time,” I replied. “This is my favorite pistol. I’ve shot .22, .38, 9 mm, and .45, but I’m most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven’t a clue how to handle anything else.” I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he’s making sense.’There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn’t. I knew firearms etiquette. Don’t load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw.I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up.“This way,” she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage.Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That’ guy. I wasn’t something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn’t hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later.I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn’t happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table,“What do I do next?”“Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds,” she commanded.Hmm…six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn’t done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance.“Ready,” I pronounced.“Begin,” was Constanza’s muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in.A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn’t find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations’ kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate.She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl’s cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I’m an idiot.Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it.“Done,” I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back.“Do you shoot pistols a lot?” one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe.“No, I’m a Natural Born Killer,” I grinned at the three of them.“Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy,” Constanza sneered.“It never fails to surprise me that you don’t accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet,” I muttered.“What does that mean?” Constanza growled.“Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones,” I glared back. “What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I’m am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned.”“I don’t want to die. I’m definitely not suicidal. I’ll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people,” I snarled. “Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!”“You do not tell us what to do,” Constanza ground out. She’d grabbed my chin with one hand.“I’ll keep that in mind next time an Amazon’s life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I’ll put your directive down for the reason they croaked,” I countered.“If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence,” she growled.“Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?” I touched her wrist.“What?” Constanza was both irate and uncertain.“You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level,” I explained. Apparently I wanted to die.“Why does anyone like you?” Constanza muttered.“Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven’t gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me,” I grinned.Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn’t cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place.Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I’ll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too.“I’m glad to know you will be gone soon,” she seethed then removed her hand from my chin.“Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much,” I chuckled.“I don’t trust you at all,” she countered.“But you are taking my word for it that women hate me,” I snickered.“More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I’m being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am,” I related calmly.“That would never happen,” Constanza insisted.“I don’t care what you think,” I shot back. “I don’t make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I’m loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?”The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead’, but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn’t on purpose.We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a .38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters.To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne.“What are you doing?” one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued.“Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola’s resurrection; Hayden’s orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids,” I replied. I was back on track in their eyes.“What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?” the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I’ve never claimed to be a deity though I’ve insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants.The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon.“I didn’t feel anything,” I could sense their disappointment. “You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft.”They ate it up because the 'stillness’ was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind’, or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention.“You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way,” the third stated. “Oneida is precious to the Host.”“I beg to differ,” I regarded her with a quirky smirk. “Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person’s life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul.”Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn’t like it.“Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second,” I knew they couldn’t. “I’m a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don’t know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons.”“You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes,” I took in their negative reactions. “I’m not. That’s not me. Instead, I’m going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn’t to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope’,” I added.That wasn’t my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I’m not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know.“Your lineage is inconsequential,” Constanza snapped. She’d come back; yippee!“How did I do, Jefe?” I beamed happiness her way.“I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought.“Well, that’s good. Maybe, under your instruction, I’ll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future,” I nodded happily.“That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for,” Constanza spat.“I’m cool with that in the same way I’m cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige’ thing. You gals aren’t respecting mine and you certainly aren’t explaining your rules to me, so I’m opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours’.”“You should not insult us this way,” my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me.“I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?” I inquired.“No,” she shrugged.“Go find out and then we can talk,” I grinned. “Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don’t even know exists yet is stalking you.”As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned.“You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I’m sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don’t know anything about them,” I related.“If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility,” I smirked. “I’ve got better and more far-sighted women I’d rather be with.”“Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host,” the third girl got all riled-up. Sex.“Man,” I laughed. “Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren’t the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you.”All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they’d taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip.“That’s okay though. I’m in this for all of you,” I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. “With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don’t you?” She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards.Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer’ comeback. I wasn’t convinced that my ancestor’s ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass.Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn’t keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk…but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child.Mom’s people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else’s. Mom didn’t get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this:The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don’t believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all.I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn’t be ashamed of my infidelities. She’d probably say 'he’s test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line’. I hoped she wouldn’t be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina’s office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand.The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn’t open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled.“Can you give me some advice?” I inquired.“I’ll try,” she hedged.“Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I’ve been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape,” I started. She nodded.“I’ve a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I’m unsure about one for the gluts,” I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left buttock. We were now really close. “I’m afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?”“Umm…” she hesitated. “I could think of a few things.” She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male butt she’d handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she’d felt. Promising something she couldn’t quite envision but felt deep within her loins.She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet!Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning.“This is new,” Brielle commented. “Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?”“I’m on the job,” Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes’ thing.“Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?” her companion joked. Naomi’s mouth opened then shut.“I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can,” Naomi declared with authority.“That’s right, Ladies,” I nodded. “What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room.” All those who felt I’d gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers.“I smell gunpowder residue,” Brielle commented after she took a close whiff.“The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home,” I sighed regretfully. Silence.“Redneck Posse? That’s not one I’ve heard of before,” Naomi commented. Here we go!“Oh yeah,” I looked contemplative. “Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down.”“When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn’t providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate,” I concluded.The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor.“Oh my Goddess!” Brielle exclaimed. “That’s almost possible to believe.” I winked and left.“You mean that was a lie too?” Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office.I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn’t here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I’d just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up.“Good morning Cáel,” Katrina looked me up and down.“I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina,” I beamed. Pause.“Forgetting something?” Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn’t sense it.“Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I’m missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon,” I confirmed. Pause.“Very well, let’s get started,” Katrina began. Fabiola lost it.“What! He doesn’t have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he’s not even wearing underwear,” she screeched.“Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?” Katrina politely inquired.“Yes it is Katrina,” I nodded.“Very well…” Katrina started over.“What possible reason could you have for being half dressed,” Fabiola ranted. “Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?”No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires’ were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand.“Yes Cáel,” Katrina acknowledged me, “despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak.” Slap!“Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing,” I grinned in her direction. “I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart’s content, but don’t insult Katrina by thinking she doesn’t already know what I’m up to.”“She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I’m pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don’t know and I don’t care. That’s not in my job description and I’m already way out of bounds as it is,” I said. “For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I’m am dressed the way I am today.”“It is part of your ritual apology,” Violet blurted. “It’s obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do.” That wasn’t truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then.“I’m sorry I’m late, Katrina,” she panted. “Did I miss anything?”“No,” Katrina returned events to their proper order. “First off, for today, I’ll start with Cáel’s work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next…”That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya’s. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away.“Cáel?” Katrina questioned.“Yes. Thank you,” I then turned to Fabiola. “Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?”“I; what are you going to do?” Fabiola grew suspicious. “This is a trick to make me look foolish again.”“Fabiola, it is Hayden’s wish you hear him out,” Paula spoke. “He’s troublesome, not stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to defy Hayden on this.”“Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad,” Fabiola stared at me.“What do I possess that you believe is valuable?” I countered. She had to think about that.It couldn’t be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said.“Your mentor,” Daphne offered.“She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you,” I winked at Daphne.A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn’t give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn’t looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn’t exist.Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn’t worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn’t spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle.Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp.“This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water,” I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola’s name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite.I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water.“With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words,” I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. “This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back.” I handed her the owl.Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola.“This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue,” I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness’ in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart.The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago.“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness,” I looked into Fabiola’s eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven.Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies’ were poisoned.“I forgive you,” Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Share a treat with me.” I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends…okay, friends and their dancing bear; me.Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960’s Italian movie I’d seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal.“Put on your clothes,” Katrina handed me my things. “You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased.”“No problem,” I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us.“Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples,” Katrina demanded. Damn it.Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she’d built up.“Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?” Buffy sizzled.“No; yes,” I responded.“I hate you,” she snapped.“I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly,” I bantered back.“Let’s get to work,” Buffy growled. Off we went.(Elsa Round Three)“Hello Stanica,” Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders.“Full-bloods only,” Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head.“How am I supposed to get in?” I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m.“You have been summoned,” Stanica clarified.“Cool…I’ll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles,” I grinned.“You have been summoned,” she threatened with a great deal more menace.“He works for me today,” Buffy yawned. “That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn’t have a queue today, I do. He’s my intern. If you won’t let me in, then he doesn’t go in. Let’s go Cáel.”Stanica grabbed my arm.“He goes in. You stay,” she insisted.“Cáel; resist,” Buffy ordered. To Stanica, “Knock yourself out.” Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby.It is not some kind of 'super’ martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house’ style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her.The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities.“Sisters, assist me,” Stanica called out. “Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage.” They came forward and jumped me.“Are you on official Havenstone business?” Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me.“Shut up,” Stanica yelled.“Failing to adequately explain the situation,” Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, “informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business.”“By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report,” Buffy grinned feral.“Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite),” the threatened woman responded.“Boss, may I suggest an alternative?” I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall.“I’m willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence,” Buffy allowed.“Trust me. I got this,” I snickered. Buffy didn’t trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back.“This isn’t over, Buffy,” the Amazon she’d pulled down on snapped.“Go for it,” Buffy chuckled. “You are running off with Katrina’s male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment.”The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren’t planted under me. I started to topple over.“Stand up, damn you,” Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing.“Stand up,” the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand.“Fine, we’ll drag him in,” Stanica changed up. I didn’t resist one bit. I acted like dead weight.This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats.“What’s wrong with him?” Elsa inquired calmly.“He is afraid,” Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there.I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my butt was resting on my heels.“My Sisters,” Elsa began. “There has been some interest in Cáel’s two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique’s ability to overcome this problem.”“Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness,” Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. “Cáel?” she repeated. I looked at Elsa.“Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?” I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly.“Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?” Elsa smiled shark-like.“Hmmm,” I mused, “let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it.”“I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey,” Elsa countered.“You are incorrect,” I began. The ladies around me didn’t like that. “I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them.”“Your Amazons?” A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. “We are not 'yours’, filth.”“Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?” I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing.“If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I’d sit idly by and let them fight alone?” I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. “If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I’ve already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me.”I’m sure arrogance has a use. I haven’t found one yet, but I don’t ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth.I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular.“Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me,” I stated calmly and quietly. “That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I’ve said before this moment.” I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn’t save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade.Almost a minute passed.“Cáel, give me my blade,” she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold.“I was never in any danger, was I?” the woman half-asked, half stated.“Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I’d kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she’d allow,” I explained as much to the room as the woman.“Don’t lie,” another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. “I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business.”“Yep,” I confessed. “Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners’ 'Lost Bloods’, I’m going to figure out another way to get her.”“The term 'Lost Blood’ is the term we use. Accept it, Male,” Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though.“Hey,” I addressed my African opponent.“Stanica’s mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail.” Total lie, but the 'lie’ wasn’t mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. “That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control.”“I agree,” Oneida spoke up. “'Lost Bloods’ is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on.”“That’s not going to save him,” Stanica seethed.“Do you want to know where the memo came from?” I inquired of Stanica.“There is no memo,” Stanica snapped. I shrugged.“Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?” I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend.“Who?” she glared.“I don’t know, but I know who does,” I offered. “She’s right outside that door,” I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner’ sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors.Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn’t have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica’s grievance. Finally we were speaking English again.“Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this,” Buffy looked down at me.I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits.“Stanica, he lied to you,” Buffy revealed.“I knew it! Stand aside, I’m going to gut the little shit,” Stanica started to come at me.“No you don’t,” Buffy interposed herself. “See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass,” she gloated to Stanica. “He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn’t even up to his normally superb level of deception.”“Then he should be punished for lying to me,” Stanica seethed.“I told him to,” Buffy wasn’t even lying. She’d approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me’.“When?” Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder.“Funny, you don’t look like Katrina, Elsa,” Buffy guffawed. “Make an official request through the proper channels. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”“Do we need to clarify our positions?” Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back.“Kneel,” Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. “Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn’t annoy me today. Now, why are we here?”“He’s not allowed to have sex,” Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently.“Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that,” Buffy smugly regarded the room. “While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me.”“Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn’t care less about any of you,” Buffy regaled them. “Oh, we know you don’t care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you’ve created. I don’t care what you think. Blood Prestige? I’ll only give as much respect as I’m given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me.”“My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I’m going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up,” Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell.“Be prepared to be put in your place,” Elsa grinned.“Go right ahead. Don’t get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners’ at the door,” Buffy smirked.“It is best to end this rebellion right now,” the chocolate opponent stood up.“Over what?” I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. “The 'Runners’ are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that.”“This is not your place,” the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. “Ngozi.”“Thank you,” I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name.“Ha,” Buffy snorted. “Oh…rebellion? Let’s just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance.”“The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods’),” Buffy stared down the festering crowd. “After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect.” Amazons don’t threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me.I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren’t close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters.I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner’ cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners’ were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren’t even asking for admission into the 'Host’; the true Amazons and their House structure.The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner’ close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn’t been taught it.There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn’t me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires’ were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines.“Excuse me,” a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. “Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here.” Then, in English, “Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention.” See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target’s native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite.“Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?” Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. “Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episod

Steamy Stories Podcast
Life As A New Hire: part 12

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2022


Becoming something of value has its downside.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Live fast, die young and leave a…No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife- (Monday)-Ah…no sex…not sure how that happened-For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I’m going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I’ll claim that it wasn’t in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for ‘assuming’ I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We’d all laugh. Nothing would change.They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don’t think it was in them.“You’ve made to Week Three,” Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone’s skyscraper. “I’m flabbergasted.”“So am I; flabbergasted that is,” I nodded sagely. “I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant.”Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy.“You need a haircut,” she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators.“Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!” I gasped. “Hayden’s written me a letter.”“Really?” Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever.Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection.Life was relentless. Buffy’s phone rang. She got the same message I did…as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn’t think the guys would be getting this memo.“I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this,” I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback.Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked…enamored. This wasn’t curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture.This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real’ babe.“I’m going to get a bite to eat,” Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties.Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first.“Hi Cáel Nyilas,” she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style.“It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti,” I replied. She looked upset.“You know who I am,” she sighed with disappointment.“Please believe me,” I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, “had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?”“I…I didn’t want to be treated as anyone special,” she gazed up at me with innocent eyes.“That’s not going to be a problem,” I chuckled. “To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that’s trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida.”“But you saved my life?” she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me.“And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate,” I smiled while I explained. “I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden’s favor. Now she’s going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti.”“Ah; I like you,” Oneida pleaded.“Why?” I asked.“You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You…you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother,” Oneida told me. “Was that a deception too?”“Hmmm…not what I expected,” I mused. “Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it.” I looked to Constanza. “Constanza, do I hate your guts?”She glared at me. “Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?” No response.“See,” I grinned to the gawking Oneida, “I’m not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I’ll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I’m not going to run away and I’m not going to stop being me. I’m certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here.”“Oh,” she muttered.“I have to go to work now. Have a nice day,” I turned to Constanza. “Are you my work buddy today?”“Male, come with us,” Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator.Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo’s Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise.The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access.I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.They hadn’t brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn’t even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range.Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me.“Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?” I requested. The look she shot me was lethal.“The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment.”“Thank you,” I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn’t mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the .40 Smith & Wesson Glock-22.I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn’t be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she’d rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy.Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it’s harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips.“Is that the only one you are taking?” Constanza eventually broke down and asked.“I don’t want to waste your time,” I replied. “This is my favorite pistol. I’ve shot .22, .38, 9 mm, and .45, but I’m most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven’t a clue how to handle anything else.” I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he’s making sense.’There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn’t. I knew firearms etiquette. Don’t load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw.I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up.“This way,” she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage.Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That’ guy. I wasn’t something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn’t hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later.I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn’t happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table,“What do I do next?”“Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds,” she commanded.Hmm…six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn’t done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance.“Ready,” I pronounced.“Begin,” was Constanza’s muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in.A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn’t find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations’ kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate.She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl’s cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I’m an idiot.Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it.“Done,” I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back.“Do you shoot pistols a lot?” one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe.“No, I’m a Natural Born Killer,” I grinned at the three of them.“Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy,” Constanza sneered.“It never fails to surprise me that you don’t accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet,” I muttered.“What does that mean?” Constanza growled.“Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones,” I glared back. “What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I’m am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned.”“I don’t want to die. I’m definitely not suicidal. I’ll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people,” I snarled. “Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!”“You do not tell us what to do,” Constanza ground out. She’d grabbed my chin with one hand.“I’ll keep that in mind next time an Amazon’s life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I’ll put your directive down for the reason they croaked,” I countered.“If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence,” she growled.“Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?” I touched her wrist.“What?” Constanza was both irate and uncertain.“You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level,” I explained. Apparently I wanted to die.“Why does anyone like you?” Constanza muttered.“Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven’t gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me,” I grinned.Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn’t cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place.Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I’ll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too.“I’m glad to know you will be gone soon,” she seethed then removed her hand from my chin.“Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much,” I chuckled.“I don’t trust you at all,” she countered.“But you are taking my word for it that women hate me,” I snickered.“More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I’m being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am,” I related calmly.“That would never happen,” Constanza insisted.“I don’t care what you think,” I shot back. “I don’t make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I’m loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?”The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead’, but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn’t on purpose.We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a .38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters.To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne.“What are you doing?” one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued.“Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola’s resurrection; Hayden’s orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids,” I replied. I was back on track in their eyes.“What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?” the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I’ve never claimed to be a deity though I’ve insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants.The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon.“I didn’t feel anything,” I could sense their disappointment. “You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft.”They ate it up because the 'stillness’ was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind’, or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention.“You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way,” the third stated. “Oneida is precious to the Host.”“I beg to differ,” I regarded her with a quirky smirk. “Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person’s life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul.”Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn’t like it.“Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second,” I knew they couldn’t. “I’m a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don’t know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons.”“You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes,” I took in their negative reactions. “I’m not. That’s not me. Instead, I’m going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn’t to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope’,” I added.That wasn’t my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I’m not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know.“Your lineage is inconsequential,” Constanza snapped. She’d come back; yippee!“How did I do, Jefe?” I beamed happiness her way.“I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought.“Well, that’s good. Maybe, under your instruction, I’ll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future,” I nodded happily.“That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for,” Constanza spat.“I’m cool with that in the same way I’m cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige’ thing. You gals aren’t respecting mine and you certainly aren’t explaining your rules to me, so I’m opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours’.”“You should not insult us this way,” my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me.“I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?” I inquired.“No,” she shrugged.“Go find out and then we can talk,” I grinned. “Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don’t even know exists yet is stalking you.”As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned.“You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I’m sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don’t know anything about them,” I related.“If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility,” I smirked. “I’ve got better and more far-sighted women I’d rather be with.”“Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host,” the third girl got all riled-up. Sex.“Man,” I laughed. “Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren’t the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you.”All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they’d taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip.“That’s okay though. I’m in this for all of you,” I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. “With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don’t you?” She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards.Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer’ comeback. I wasn’t convinced that my ancestor’s ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass.Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn’t keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk…but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child.Mom’s people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else’s. Mom didn’t get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this:The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don’t believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all.I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn’t be ashamed of my infidelities. She’d probably say 'he’s test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line’. I hoped she wouldn’t be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina’s office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand.The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn’t open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled.“Can you give me some advice?” I inquired.“I’ll try,” she hedged.“Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I’ve been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape,” I started. She nodded.“I’ve a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I’m unsure about one for the gluts,” I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left buttock. We were now really close. “I’m afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?”“Umm…” she hesitated. “I could think of a few things.” She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male butt she’d handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she’d felt. Promising something she couldn’t quite envision but felt deep within her loins.She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet!Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning.“This is new,” Brielle commented. “Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?”“I’m on the job,” Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes’ thing.“Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?” her companion joked. Naomi’s mouth opened then shut.“I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can,” Naomi declared with authority.“That’s right, Ladies,” I nodded. “What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room.” All those who felt I’d gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers.“I smell gunpowder residue,” Brielle commented after she took a close whiff.“The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home,” I sighed regretfully. Silence.“Redneck Posse? That’s not one I’ve heard of before,” Naomi commented. Here we go!“Oh yeah,” I looked contemplative. “Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down.”“When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn’t providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate,” I concluded.The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor.“Oh my Goddess!” Brielle exclaimed. “That’s almost possible to believe.” I winked and left.“You mean that was a lie too?” Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office.I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn’t here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I’d just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up.“Good morning Cáel,” Katrina looked me up and down.“I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina,” I beamed. Pause.“Forgetting something?” Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn’t sense it.“Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I’m missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon,” I confirmed. Pause.“Very well, let’s get started,” Katrina began. Fabiola lost it.“What! He doesn’t have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he’s not even wearing underwear,” she screeched.“Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?” Katrina politely inquired.“Yes it is Katrina,” I nodded.“Very well…” Katrina started over.“What possible reason could you have for being half dressed,” Fabiola ranted. “Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?”No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires’ were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand.“Yes Cáel,” Katrina acknowledged me, “despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak.” Slap!“Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing,” I grinned in her direction. “I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart’s content, but don’t insult Katrina by thinking she doesn’t already know what I’m up to.”“She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I’m pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don’t know and I don’t care. That’s not in my job description and I’m already way out of bounds as it is,” I said. “For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I’m am dressed the way I am today.”“It is part of your ritual apology,” Violet blurted. “It’s obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do.” That wasn’t truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then.“I’m sorry I’m late, Katrina,” she panted. “Did I miss anything?”“No,” Katrina returned events to their proper order. “First off, for today, I’ll start with Cáel’s work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next…”That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya’s. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away.“Cáel?” Katrina questioned.“Yes. Thank you,” I then turned to Fabiola. “Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?”“I; what are you going to do?” Fabiola grew suspicious. “This is a trick to make me look foolish again.”“Fabiola, it is Hayden’s wish you hear him out,” Paula spoke. “He’s troublesome, not stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to defy Hayden on this.”“Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad,” Fabiola stared at me.“What do I possess that you believe is valuable?” I countered. She had to think about that.It couldn’t be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said.“Your mentor,” Daphne offered.“She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you,” I winked at Daphne.A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn’t give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn’t looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn’t exist.Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn’t worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn’t spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle.Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp.“This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water,” I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola’s name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite.I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water.“With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words,” I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. “This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back.” I handed her the owl.Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola.“This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue,” I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness’ in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart.The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago.“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness,” I looked into Fabiola’s eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven.Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies’ were poisoned.“I forgive you,” Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Share a treat with me.” I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends…okay, friends and their dancing bear; me.Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960’s Italian movie I’d seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal.“Put on your clothes,” Katrina handed me my things. “You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased.”“No problem,” I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us.“Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples,” Katrina demanded. Damn it.Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she’d built up.“Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?” Buffy sizzled.“No; yes,” I responded.“I hate you,” she snapped.“I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly,” I bantered back.“Let’s get to work,” Buffy growled. Off we went.(Elsa Round Three)“Hello Stanica,” Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders.“Full-bloods only,” Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head.“How am I supposed to get in?” I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m.“You have been summoned,” Stanica clarified.“Cool…I’ll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles,” I grinned.“You have been summoned,” she threatened with a great deal more menace.“He works for me today,” Buffy yawned. “That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn’t have a queue today, I do. He’s my intern. If you won’t let me in, then he doesn’t go in. Let’s go Cáel.”Stanica grabbed my arm.“He goes in. You stay,” she insisted.“Cáel; resist,” Buffy ordered. To Stanica, “Knock yourself out.” Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby.It is not some kind of 'super’ martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house’ style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her.The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities.“Sisters, assist me,” Stanica called out. “Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage.” They came forward and jumped me.“Are you on official Havenstone business?” Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me.“Shut up,” Stanica yelled.“Failing to adequately explain the situation,” Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, “informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business.”“By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report,” Buffy grinned feral.“Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood’ (Old Kingdom Hittite),” the threatened woman responded.“Boss, may I suggest an alternative?” I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall.“I’m willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence,” Buffy allowed.“Trust me. I got this,” I snickered. Buffy didn’t trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back.“This isn’t over, Buffy,” the Amazon she’d pulled down on snapped.“Go for it,” Buffy chuckled. “You are running off with Katrina’s male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment.”The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren’t planted under me. I started to topple over.“Stand up, damn you,” Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing.“Stand up,” the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand.“Fine, we’ll drag him in,” Stanica changed up. I didn’t resist one bit. I acted like dead weight.This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats.“What’s wrong with him?” Elsa inquired calmly.“He is afraid,” Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there.I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my butt was resting on my heels.“My Sisters,” Elsa began. “There has been some interest in Cáel’s two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique’s ability to overcome this problem.”“Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness,” Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. “Cáel?” she repeated. I looked at Elsa.“Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?” I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly.“Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?” Elsa smiled shark-like.“Hmmm,” I mused, “let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it.”“I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey,” Elsa countered.“You are incorrect,” I began. The ladies around me didn’t like that. “I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them.”“Your Amazons?” A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. “We are not 'yours’, filth.”“Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?” I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing.“If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I’d sit idly by and let them fight alone?” I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. “If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I’ve already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me.”I’m sure arrogance has a use. I haven’t found one yet, but I don’t ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth.I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular.“Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me,” I stated calmly and quietly. “That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I’ve said before this moment.” I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn’t save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade.Almost a minute passed.“Cáel, give me my blade,” she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold.“I was never in any danger, was I?” the woman half-asked, half stated.“Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I’d kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she’d allow,” I explained as much to the room as the woman.“Don’t lie,” another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. “I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business.”“Yep,” I confessed. “Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners’ 'Lost Bloods’, I’m going to figure out another way to get her.”“The term 'Lost Blood’ is the term we use. Accept it, Male,” Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though.“Hey,” I addressed my African opponent.“Stanica’s mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail.” Total lie, but the 'lie’ wasn’t mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. “That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control.”“I agree,” Oneida spoke up. “'Lost Bloods’ is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on.”“That’s not going to save him,” Stanica seethed.“Do you want to know where the memo came from?” I inquired of Stanica.“There is no memo,” Stanica snapped. I shrugged.“Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?” I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend.“Who?” she glared.“I don’t know, but I know who does,” I offered. “She’s right outside that door,” I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner’ sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors.Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn’t have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica’s grievance. Finally we were speaking English again.“Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this,” Buffy looked down at me.I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits.“Stanica, he lied to you,” Buffy revealed.“I knew it! Stand aside, I’m going to gut the little shit,” Stanica started to come at me.“No you don’t,” Buffy interposed herself. “See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass,” she gloated to Stanica. “He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn’t even up to his normally superb level of deception.”“Then he should be punished for lying to me,” Stanica seethed.“I told him to,” Buffy wasn’t even lying. She’d approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me’.“When?” Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder.“Funny, you don’t look like Katrina, Elsa,” Buffy guffawed. “Make an official request through the proper channels. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”“Do we need to clarify our positions?” Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back.“Kneel,” Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. “Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn’t annoy me today. Now, why are we here?”“He’s not allowed to have sex,” Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently.“Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that,” Buffy smugly regarded the room. “While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me.”“Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn’t care less about any of you,” Buffy regaled them. “Oh, we know you don’t care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you’ve created. I don’t care what you think. Blood Prestige? I’ll only give as much respect as I’m given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me.”“My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I’m going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up,” Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell.“Be prepared to be put in your place,” Elsa grinned.“Go right ahead. Don’t get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners’ at the door,” Buffy smirked.“It is best to end this rebellion right now,” the chocolate opponent stood up.“Over what?” I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. “The 'Runners’ are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that.”“This is not your place,” the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. “Ngozi.”“Thank you,” I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name.“Ha,” Buffy snorted. “Oh…rebellion? Let’s just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance.”“The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods’),” Buffy stared down the festering crowd. “After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect.” Amazons don’t threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me.I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren’t close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters.I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner’ cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners’ were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren’t even asking for admission into the 'Host’; the true Amazons and their House structure.The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner’ close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn’t been taught it.There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn’t me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires’ were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines.“Excuse me,” a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. “Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here.” Then, in English, “Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention.” See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target’s native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite.“Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?” Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. “Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episod

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Stereo.Typen Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 11, 2022 90:29


Das legendäre Debut-Album von Rage Against The Machine feiert in diesen Tagen 30. Geburtstag – Tom Morello sagt in unserer neusten Episode darüber, er fühle sich geehrt, dass die Songs daraus immer noch gespielt werden, wenn Menschen auf den Straßen rebellieren – was sie seit einiger Zeit mehr denn je tun. An einer dieser Straßen im Großraum L.A., einer Weggabelung von Heavy Metal und Hip Hop, haben Rage Against The Machine Anfang der 90er den Crossover ausgegraben. Während das Genre wenige Jahre später schon angestaubt klang, sind die „Bombtracks“ von Rage Against The Machine zeitlos. Weil sie von Anfang an Punk, Funk und Folk mit in ihre Musik reingebracht haben. Weil Sänger Zack de la Rocha sich authentisch eingängige politische Slogans von der Seele schreibt und schreit. Weil Tom Morello Sounds mit seiner Gitarre erzeugt, wie noch nie jemand zuvor, wenn er sie klingen lässt wie das Ende des Sendersuchlaufs im „Guerilla Radio“. Und dann ist da noch seine ganze Armada an genialen Riffs, oft sind es mehrere pro Song, die er gegen das „Evil Empire“ in den Kampf schickt. Auch „Killing In The Name“ hat allein drei. Einst eine Hymne des Underground gegen die da oben, heute ein Welthit, zu dem auch bei Hochzeiten um 4 Uhr morgens mit Krawatte um die Stirn gepogt wird. Wie dieser Song, die Band, ihre Rebellion und Toms Riffs entstanden sind – das erzählt uns Mr. Morello himself in #068RageAgainstTheMachine. Jetzt überall, wo es Podcasts gibt.

The Manila Times Podcasts
VOTT: Tearing down the evil empire that rules Bilibid | Nov. 4, 2022

The Manila Times Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2022 4:58


VOTT: Tearing down the evil empire that rules Bilibid | Nov. 4, 2022Subscribe to The Manila Times Channel - https://tmt.ph/YTSubscribe Visit our website at https://www.manilatimes.net Follow us: Facebook - https://tmt.ph/facebook Instagram - https://tmt.ph/instagram Twitter - https://tmt.ph/twitter DailyMotion - https://tmt.ph/dailymotion Subscribe to our Digital Edition - https://tmt.ph/digital Check out our Podcasts: Spotify - https://tmt.ph/spotify Apple Podcasts - https://tmt.ph/applepodcasts Amazon Music - https://tmt.ph/amazonmusic Deezer: https://tmt.ph/deezer Stitcher: https://tmt.ph/stitcherTune In: https://tmt.ph/tuneinSoundcloud: https://tmt.ph/soundcloud #TheManilaTimes #VoiceOfTheTimes Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We Like Theme Parks
WLTP #244 - Halloween-isode! Which Disney Heroes would make epic Villains & HHN/Disney Trip Report!

We Like Theme Parks

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2022 62:44


It's Halloween at We Like Theme Parks and we are sending some of our favorite Disney Heroes to the dark side! This week we are deciding which Disney Heroes would be awesome Villains in a new segment...Disney Villains Auditions!!! Which one of your favorite Disney Do-Gooders will rise against happy endings and join the Evil Empire?!! Join us and find out!!And, Miriam and Tinker J are back from their incredible HHN/ Disneyworld journey and we have all the amazing details, from HHN Houses, to Universal food, Food and Wine Fest yums, Genie + and so much more! It's a Spooktacular episode full of Evil Heroes and Pizza Fries!! It's Halloween on the 244th episode of the We Like Theme Parks Podcast!

Bourbon Lens
198: Building "Brand Mysticism" - How to Launch a Viral Booze Brand

Bourbon Lens

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2022 51:42


Our guests this week are Steven Grasse and Aaron Goldfarb who are set to release their latest book: Brand Mysticism. The book releases on November 8th and is a must read for anyone looking to add creativity to their life and brand.  This isn't your typical "booze book" and definitely will raise some eyebrows in the marketing world, but Steven Grasse doesn't mind that one bit.  His portfolio speaks for itself; he's created some of the biggest brands including Hendrick's Gin and Sailor Jerry Rum and helped bring new life to some of the world's best brands including Guinness and Miller High Life.  Steven Grasse is an authority on building an authentic, enduring, and deeply beloved (viral) brands.  And Aaron Goldfarb, he's the novelist, author, and journalist responsible for wrangling all these ideas and creativity into one cohesive book.  Bourbon Lens has followed Aaron's work for a long while and were honored to pick his brain for this episode.  A huge thank you to Steven, Aaron, and Punch Media for making this episode happen.  We hope you enjoy it and grab a copy of the book for yourself! Pre-order or purchase your copy of the book via Amazon or buy wherever you find books locally.  Stream this episode on your favorite podcast app and be sure to drop us a review while you're there.   We are thankful for everyone who has supported us. A huge shoutout goes to our growing Patreon Community as well! We'd appreciate it if you can take the time to give us feedback on our podcast. If you enjoy our content, consider giving us a 5 star rating on your favorite podcast app, leave us a review, and tell a fellow bourbon lover about our show. Follow  us @BourbonLens on Instagram, Facebook, & Twitter.  And please check out our Patreon to learn how you can support our endeavors, earn Bourbon Lens swag, be part of future barrel picks, and more. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please email us at TheBourbonLens@Gmail.com. Check out our freshly redesigned website BourbonLens.com to check out our blog posts, whiskey news, and details on our upcoming single barrel picks. Cheers,Scott and JakeBourbon Len About the Book: BRAND MYSTICISM: CULTIVATE CREATIVITY AND INTOXICATE YOUR AUDIENCE Written By Steven Grasse & Aaron Goldfarb;Illustrated by Ron Short  From the marketing mastermind behind countless iconic booze brands comes an irreverent and wide-ranging treatise on building and maintaining a standout brand in business and life: BRAND MYSTICISM. Steven Grasse made a name for himself as not only an offbeat distillery owner but also the brains behind beloved brands like Hendrick's Gin and Sailor Jerry Rum and the guy who made cheap-beer-standbys like Narragansett and Miller High Life cool again. Through his work in advertising and marketing, Grasse has changed the game in the booze world and become an authority on building an authentic, enduring, and deeply beloved brand. Food & Wine has called him “the punk-rock prince of small-batch spirits.” “Think of me as the Ben Franklin of hooch, the Thomas Edison of booze. Or just think of me as a crazy middle-aged man who is going to tell you some really funny sometimes slightly fucked-up stories that will hopefully make you laugh and maybe realize there's quite a bit of merit to having fun trolling people doing art for art's sake, simply trying shit and not really giving a rat's ass,” said Steven Grasse. “You might wonder how I became such a Big Cheese in the world of booze. I sometimes wonder the same thing, and while everything you read in my new book is true, it is also total bullshit.”  So how did he do it? Through irreverent tips (why being a troll can be so vital), case studies (when marketing cigarettes taught him about virality) and magical ingredients (who knew beaver anus would change his fortunes), BRAND MYSTICISM guides you through the steps it takes to channel your own entrepreneurial spirit into a business, a creative practice, or a life that breaks with tradition to achieve the remarkable.   About the Authors:  Steven Grasse is an entrepreneur equally influenced by punk rock and New England transcendentalism. Steven has created some of the most outrageous booze brands of the twenty-first century: Hendrick's Gin, Sailor Jerry Rum, Art in the Age Craft Spirits—all seemingly out of thin air. He is the part-owner and creative mastermind behind Narragansett beer, and his agency, Quaker City Mercantile, has brought similar success to beer icons Pilsner Urquell, Guinness, and, most recently, Miller High Life. His first distillery, Tamworth Distilling & Mercantile, opened in 2015 and gained international press and awards within its first year. Steven is also the author of The Cocktail Workshop, Colonial Spirits: A Toast to Our Drunken History, The Good Reverend's Guide to Infused Spirits, and Evil Empire. He lives and works in Philadelphia.  Aaron Goldfarb is a novelist, author, and journalist, who frequently writes about the spirits industry and drinking culture for Esquire, Playboy, PUNCH, and VinePair. His two most recent books are Hacking Whiskey: Smoking, Blending, Fat-Washing, and Other Whiskey Experiments and Gather Around Cocktails: Drinks to Celebrate Usual and Unusual Holidays. His 2018 VinePair article on Grasse, “How Do You Make a Booze Brand Go Viral?,” fittingly, went viral itself and has since been shared online hundreds of thousands of times. Press and ‘In The News': Purchase your copy of the book via Amazon Meet Steven Grasse | Quaker City Mercantile Steven Grasse | Official Publisher Page | Simon & Schuster How Do You Make a Booze Brand Go Viral? The Master of Craft Explains | VinePair  20 New Cocktail and Spirits Books to Read in Fall and Winter 2022 Brand Mysticism: Cultivate Creativity and Intoxicate Your Audience New Hampshire Distillery Makes Whiskey Out of Invasive Crabs | Smart News| Smithsonian Magazine Invasive Green Crabs Turned Into Whiskey By Tamworth Distilling Worldwise: Gin Distiller Steven Grasse's Favorite Things in Philadelphia & Beyond | Barron's Art in the Age: Ex-Ad Man Steven Grasse's Wonderfully Weird Spirits How Guinness Became a Global Powerhouse | Wine Enthusiast These New England distilleries are among the best in America, according to USA Today readers Sacred Profane: The Anti-Hype Brewery in Biddeford, Maine | PUNCH 13 New Ecommerce Books for Fall 2022 Check out Aaron's Work: Hacking Whiskey: Smoking, Blending, Fat Washing, and Other Whiskey Experiments: Goldfarb, Aaron: 9780999661246: Amazon.com  How Do You Make a Booze Brand Go Viral? The Master of Craft Explains | VinePair  How the ‘Cigar Batch' Became a Bourbon Industry Sensation | VinePair The Most Famous (and Infamous) Moments in Modern Bourbon Collecting | VinePair How Heaven Hill Bounced Back From Disaster to Become One of the Most Successful Bourbon Brands in America | VinePair Wilderness Trail and the Rise of Whiskey's Fermentation Fever | PUNCH Your Guide to Bourbon Whiskey Terms | PUNCH Bourbon Thrives in a Post-Pappy Era | PUNCH

EstoBro TV
Nightmare on 161st Street

EstoBro TV

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 76:38


TV demands the reason why Tom Brady came out of retirement if he is going to play like a quarterback that should've stayed retired, but is interrupted by Young Jaimé who crashes the podcast to celebrate his first win in fantasy sports (2:45). TV tries shattering the fantasy of Young Jaime's faith in his Los Angeles Clippers, as he also highlights the opening matchups of the NBA season (10:00). EstoBro welcomes Young Jaimé back properly to begin the early discussions of the FIFA World Cup that will be taking place over the holiday this year (21:00). The Gents break ground on the craziness, politics, and unspoken concepts of international competition, before breaking down the host country Qatar and their grouping; which includes Young Jaimé's home country of Ecuador in Group A. They also focus on Group C which contains Argentia, as they argue the possibility of the final World Cup that will include Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo as they try to bring the trophy home to their home countries (34:30). After the initial World Cup preview, it is time to focus on the World Series coming up this weekend (46:00), between the Houston Astros and the Philadelphia Phillies. After analyzing the competition and making predictions on how many games the series will go to, EstoBro continues to celebrate the title drought of the New York Yankees (53:15). The topic of the week when regarding sports royalty, the Gents break down the 'blowing up' of the Death Star for the Evil Empire. With the show tailored to a major focus on sports, the Gents turn their attention to the nerd topics (66:30) with a rumor of Ryan Reynolds joining the cast of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and where the voice actors playing Wario and Waluigi in The Super Mario Bros. Movie? The Gents debate which actors would be great fits for both doppelgängers of the Italian plumber mascots of Nintendo. Interact with the Gents of the podcast on the following social media platforms:TwitterInstagramFacebookTumblrEmail: estobrotvpod@gmail.com

On the M/A/R/C®
152 Maybe the Evil Empire Isn't...

On the M/A/R/C®

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2022 3:27


There are many rivalries in baseball - Yankees versus Red Sox being one of the biggest. But sometimes you have to root for a player despite the team. In this week's podcast, Merrill discusses how one rival player's historic quest had him cheering in the stands. View a transcript of this podcast. Transcripts are powered by FFTranscription - Delivering fast, accurate marketing research transcripts in 48 hours or less.

BXB
BONUS: Is Houston the New Evil Empire? | Big Time Baseball

BXB

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 21, 2022 17:09


Cody Decker and Ryan Lavarnway talk about Houston's dominance over New York since Houston joined the American League. The lack of postseason success from New York has the guys wondering if Houston now has the title of the most hated team by every other fan base. Subscribe to Big Time Baseball To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Big Time Baseball - A RADIO.COM Sports Original
Is Houston the New Evil Empire? (10/21)

Big Time Baseball - A RADIO.COM Sports Original

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 21, 2022 17:09


Cody Decker and Ryan Lavarnway talk about Houston's dominance over New York since Houston joined the American League. The lack of postseason success from New York has the guys wondering if Houston now has the title of the most hated team by every other fan base. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

NFT Sports Radio
S3E2 - Siri clears things up for RedRunner

NFT Sports Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2022 76:00


NFT Sports Radio is your podcast for the NFTeams community. Every week we will be talking with and about the NFTeams project and community and as usual there is loads for discussion.We are back and this week we are joined by NFTeams media celebrity RedRunner for the latest on NFTeams, some clarity (or not) from Siri on NFTeams podcasts, and some Evil Empire and tournament chat.Find us where you get your favourite podcasts, and please let us know what you think at https://twitter.com/nftsportsradioFind the NFTeams project:NFTeams Discord: ​​https://discord.gg/VA5J9zwNTwitter: https://twitter.com/NFTeams_ and https://twitter.com/day25Come and discuss the podcast with us in the discord at https://discord.gg/xSNPhZPaUFAlso make sure you listen to Steel City NFTeams podcast here and the Ape'n'Bird show here.Thanks for listening and see you next weekProtect your NFTeams and your crypto with a hardware wallet before it is too late!Buy from the official Ledger or Trezor stores using the links below:Ledger - https://shop.ledger.com/?r=548776ad49a4Trezor - https://trezor.io/?offer_id=12&aff_id=9563

The Ryan and Rush Show
The Evil Empire Moves On, NFL Headlines & Storylines, and NBA Finals Predictions

The Ryan and Rush Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 19, 2022 32:00


0:00 Season 3. Episode 42.0:45 Yankees Advance & Philly is up 1-07:45 Football Records Update9:00 NFL Headlines & Storylines23:00 NFL Injuries29:15 NBA Finals Predictions

Tölvuleikjaspjallið
130. Electronic Arts hluti III - Skrýmslið sem varð að veldi

Tölvuleikjaspjallið

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 19, 2022 62:32


Electronic Arts. Fyrirtækið sem svífist einskis við að plokka peningana af þér. Í þessum lokaþætti þríleiks Tölvuleikjaspjallsins um “The Evil Empire” fara Arnór Steinn og Gunnar yfir sögu EA frá sirka 2010. Star Wars samningurinn, ævintýralegur gróði, skuggalegir viðskiptahættir, Battlefront fíaskóið og margt, MARGT fleira. Eins og ef til vill sést, þá er af nægu að taka. Þessi áratugur var sérstaklega áhugaverður og Electronic Arts hefur þróast mikið – það er undir ykkur komið að ákveða hvort þróunin sé jákvæð eða neikvæð. Í lokin reyna drengirnir að slá á létta strengi og segja eitthvað jákvætt um eitt stærsta tölvuleikjafyrirtæki jarðar. Það hlýtur nú að vera eitthvað, ekki satt? Ef þið eruð ekki þegar búin að því, þá mælum við eindregið með því að þið hlustið á hina tvo þættina í þríleiknum. Fyrsti þátturinn heitir „Skrýmslið fæðist“ og annar heitir „Skrýmslið nærist.“ Hvað finnst þér um EA? Misskilið snilldar fyrirtæki eða réttilega gagnrýnd ill samsteypa? Þátturinn er í boði Elko Gaming og Hringdu.

The Chuck and Julie Show
Google's Evil Empire The Chuck and Julie Show October 3, 2022

The Chuck and Julie Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2022 51:43


Global elites and government Big Brother conspire with Google over climate change propaganda and censoring Conservatives.  

The Chuck and Julie Show
Google's Evil Empire The Chuck and Julie Show October 3, 2022

The Chuck and Julie Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2022 51:43


Google conspires with global elites and Big Brother government to push their climate change propaganda and censor conservatives.

The Chuck and Julie Show
Evil Empire The Chuck and Julie Show October 3, 2022

The Chuck and Julie Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2022 51:43


Big Tech conspires with global elites and Democrats to push their climate propaganda. Plus censoring millions of RNC emails.  

Hebrew Nation Online
“Come out of her, My people” Show ~ Mark Call weekly

Hebrew Nation Online

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2022 49:48


This week has seen QUITE a bit of dramatic escalation of the war on pretty much of all of humanity, on a number of fronts. The economic meltdown is coming to a head, there seems to be no more hiding the degree of perfidy involved in subjecting over a billion people to the Poison Poke, and it's pretty much undeniable that the Evil Empire just committed an outright act of war, not just against a nuclear superpower, but arguably most of Europe. There's no turning back now, and True Ugly is evidently now inevitable. Batten down the hatches!

The Best Good Band Podcast
Episode 63: Rage Against The Machine 'Evil Empire'

The Best Good Band Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 28, 2022 69:28


We're back! This week we're talking about Rage Against The Machine's sophomore LP, EVIL EMPIRE. We're digging into all these rippers and also reading some fun listener mail. Let's go!

Mouse Madness Podcast
Best Pixar Villain (Part 1)

Mouse Madness Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 26, 2022 93:08


Evil Empire rise up, because we're talking about the baddest of the bad in the Best Pixar Villain bracket! Will an original baddie stand strong, or will a recent renegade steal the show? - Welcome back to the show, Julia! - Julia's family was big on Sid. - Chris shouts out his actual dentist. - Is there an entity above Ernesto de la Cruz in the land of the dead? - Darla is contributing to global warming (which is hella annoying). - Chris is rocking the Ercole mustache. - Randall is the 2017 Houston Astros. - The poetry of Anton Ego. - Chris goes on a baggage claim rant. - Flatulence gets a dub. Got a rebuttal? Want to be a tiebreaker host? We'd love to hear from you: Support us on Patreon: cutt.ly/GerisGang Email us at mousemadnesspodcast@gmail.com Tweet us @MouseMadnessPod Follow us on Instagram @MouseMadnessPod Chat with us on Discord: discord.gg/qwpqAWA Join our Facebook Community: fb.me/MouseMadnessPodcast

Prevail with Greg Olear
Ukraine vs. the Evil Empire (with Victor Rud)

Prevail with Greg Olear

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2022 100:17


Greg Olear welcomes back Ukraine expert Victor Rud, chair of the Committee on Foreign Affairs for the Ukrainian American Bar Association, to discuss common misconceptions about Ukrainian history, Russia's long-standing aims in the country, America's “strategic slide,” Putin's brazen violation of international order, and how credibility of will establishes deterence. Plus: a new moving company. Subscribe to the PREVAIL newsletter: https://gregolear.substack.com/about

Marine Conservation Happy Hour
MCHH 424: Memoir of a mad scientist !

Marine Conservation Happy Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 15, 2022 16:27


Dr Smash and Dr Craken chat to marine biologist, artist and author Erin andersen about her new sci-fi book "Memoir of a mad scientist". Some of the story about working for an evil Empire may sesonate with those in academia! She also talks about another project she is working on: "Limitless heroics", a new source book for Dungeons and Dragons that gives rules for playing diasbled and neurodivergent characters. You can find "memoir of a mad scientist" at: https://www.amazon.com/Memoir-Mad-Scientist-Erin-Anderson/dp/1949964418/ref=asc_df_1949964418/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=598225266630&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=14363566099005930432&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9052383&hvtargid=pla-1688892622732&psc=1 You can find details about "Limitless Heroics" here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyrmworkspublishing/limitless-heroics-better-worlds-via-dice-and-disabilities-5e If you liked this show please support us so we can keep providing more content,  $1 helps : www.patreon.com/marineconservation  Contact info@absolutelysmashingllc.com for more information about sponsoring MCHH episodes or having advertisments on the show. MCHH Twitter MCHH Fb Live Dr Scarlett Smash YouTube Dr Scarlett Smash Twitter  Dr Scarlett Smash Instagram Dr Scarlett Smash TikTok  Dr Craken MacCraic Twitter Dr Craken MacCraic Instagram MCHH Instagram

MN Futbol Show
9.11.22 Loons still falling and evil empire over footy

MN Futbol Show

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 11, 2022 53:03


Rodrigo is in wedding recovery so Bridget and Eric talk loons continuing to go the wrong direction in the table with a month left in MLS. PANIC. Also: USOC final, EPL pause with the death of a horrific racist imperialist, Champions League kickoff with some EPL consequences, Libertadores set for the double Bra final in Ecuador, and more.

DAE On Demand
The Nick Wize Show - COMMERCIAL FREE - 9/10/22

DAE On Demand

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2022 82:27


Nick Wize poses a question at the start of the show: Do you like going to NFL games or prefer watching them at home? We follow that up with some extensive Buccaneers talk before moving onto the Rays playoff push and the collapse of the Evil Empire in New York. Nick wraps everything up with some updated College Football rankings!

Radio Rothbard
America's Third "Brown Scare?" The History of the Anti-War Right with Brandan Buck

Radio Rothbard

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 2, 2022


On this episode of Radio Rothbard, Ryan McMaken and Tho Bishop are joined by Brandan Buck, a historian on the anti-war right and a recent participant at the Rothbard Graduate Seminar. The conversation looks at the parallels between modern American politics and the political climate that gave rise to America's foreign policy in the second half of the 20th Century. How did the American right get dragged into the project of liberal imperialism? Is China the new Evil Empire? How important are figures like Tucker Carlson in questioning the war narrative? These questions and more are answered in this episode. SPECIAL OFFER: Use coupon code RothPod at the Mises Store to save 20% off of Murray Rothbard's classic The Betrayal of the American Right: Mises.org/Betray. Follow Brandan Buck on Twitter: @Brandan_Buck Recommended Reading "No ‘Putin apologia' and certainly not new: the Old American Right on war" by Brandan Buck: Mises.org/RR_97_A ​"Bear Any Burden: Military Sacrifice and Rise of American Populism" by Brandan Buck: Mises.org/RR_97_B "A History of Distrust: How the Right Lost Faith in Institutions" by Brandan Buck: Mises.org/RR_97_C "Fly Over Country, the Gunbelt, and the Nationalization of America Internationalism" by Brandan Buck: Mises.org/RR_97_D The Betrayal of the American Right by Murray N. Rothbard: Mises.org/RR_97_E Be sure to follow Radio Rothbard at Mises.org/RadioRothbard.