Life as a New Hire, Burial Rebirth, Volume V

Life as a New Hire

Burial Rebirth

Volume V

Copyright 2013 by James M. Dosher

Published by Jens Sorensen at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

ACW

Acknowledgments

Cover Credits

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

About James M. Dosher

Other books by James M. Dosher

Connect with James M. Dosher

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Adult Content Warning

For

Life as a New Hire, Burial and Rebirth, Volume V the fifth part of the saga Life as a New Hire, The 84 day internship of Cáel Nyilas in Twelve Volumes (LNH); this is a work of creative fiction with few ties to normal reality.

This fantasy melodrama attempts to weave the absurd into a facsimile of real life to entertain and amuse the reader. There is use of extreme language, descriptions of sex acts, and violence if this is offensive Do Not Read.

All sexually active characters are eighteen years of age or older.

Mythical creatures, mythical and historic deities and super natural phenomena all are depicted as reality in this saga, a fictional alternate reality. Characters depicted in the LNH are fictional characters and do not represent any real people.

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"This adult fictional work may contain descriptions of various different types of consensual sex, sexual kinks, violence, staged combat, criminal behavior, warfare and terrorism.

No real human, animal, or AI was harmed in order to gain the technical inspiration for this tale."

James M. Dosher

Author

Acknowledgments

This work would not exist with the support of family and friends

This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.

Life exists in both seconds and years. Don't ignore one for the other.

I would like to thank the phone operator and Chief of the Burnham, Illinois Police Department for answering my questions, despite their bizarre nature.

Victory is neither pointless, fleeting, nor soon forgotten. It is yours.

If your heart starts the fight, you can lose without regret.

Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness.

There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works

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Cover Credits

The Cover image is an original composition and collage based on images in the public domain of existing historical artwork and or free use images with original elements by Jens Sorensen. Please report any perceived copy right infringement to publisher for action at retread2@ahcs.biz.

Cover Elements:

Amazonomachia: fight between Greek warriors and Amazons. Marble, sarcophagus panel, ca. 160–170 CE. Located at Vatican Museum Museo Pio-Clementino, Octagon, Apollon Hall, Rome Italy

Businessmen silhouette: Edited and manipulated image based on freeimages’ photo #926343 uploaded by user spekulator

Various silhouette images created by Jens Sorensen using Gimp 2.8.

Brazier and Flames image created by Jens Sorensen using Gimp 2.8.

Goddess Dot Ishara image created by Jens Sorensen using Gimp 2.8.

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Prologue

In Volume IV

Felix invites Cáel out for drinks after work, so he could Alpha Dog Cáel. Felix wants to show up Cáel by taking Brooke from him. The only problem Brooke is not Cáel’s to lose.

At the end of the workday (Day15) Cáel gets a message from Aya at summer camp and send her a reply before heading out for the drinks with the interns and Libra, Brooke, and Gene. Cáel heads home alone to Odette and Timothy and Felix takes Brooke home.

Cáel makes contact with Brooke very early the next morning after Felix had counted coup and left her emotionally dissatisfied; Cáel solved that issue before heading into work. At work he got meet St. Marie, the Golden Mare (Marshal of the Amazon Host); ouch!

Felix tracks Cáel giving him Brooke’s panties to return in from of ES staff. Sparks fly and it is agreed Felix and Cáel will meet in the gym to settle Felix’s dominance play after work.

Cáel heads to the Medical Clinic for more testing as ordered.

Lunch with Libra and Brooke is interrupted by SD again; on return to Havenstone Cáel is dragged to a meeting where Hayden, St. Marie; Elsa and Katrina have a discussion about Cáel’s actions and attitudes.

That afternoon Cáel learns Yasmin has been recruited into the Amazon Host. Yasmin and Cáel warm-up and practice together before the match up with Felix. Felix arrives to find both Full Blood and Runners are unhappy with his attitudes to all women, not made better by calling ES staff cheerleaders.

Felix lack of respect for Cáel’s boxing fight style leads to two jabs and knockout right ending the match.

Tuesday night Katrina and Elsa are waiting for Cáel in his apartment where they tell the story of the Ash Men and the betrayal by the Amazon Council which lead to the murder of all the males members of the Amazon Host.

Wednesday and Thursday were memorable for three things. Cáel learns Pamela, his knife fighting teacher, was the greatest Amazon assassin of the 20th century; great sex multiple times with different partners and positions; by Oneida’s aborting Cáel’s BDSM role play rape of Rhada in the park.

Friday morning(Day 19) Cáel is seized by mixed group of SD and house guards placed in chains and dragged to a Full Council meeting. The Council had decided Cáel’s fate, breeding slave.

Then Shawnee, Head of House Arinniti revealed Cáel’s genetic history proving he was the descendant of a male Amazon from the time of the Ash Men; Cáel is of the blood of Ishara an extinct house. Because his forefather was never removed from the Amazon Hosts Rolls he died an Amazon and all his descendants were Amazons!

To be the head of a house, one must either be elected by the peers of your house, succeed in accepted ritual combat, or, in extremis, it shall be the eldest surviving member of the Host of that house. Cáel Nyilas is clearly the only member of House Ishara currently in the Host: so he is House Ishara's head from slave to Head of one of the first houses. That stirred the hornet’s nest.

Cáel’s new status lets him escape the council meeting; he is the only member of a first house. Cáel quickly meets with Buffy and Helena; in front of Desiree and other ES ladies Cáel. Cáel using his tears, blood and fire inducts Buffy and Helena into House Ishara as First and Second of House Ishara. This makes them full members of the Host and the equal of every Full Blood Amazon.

Pamela’s and Cáel’s special relationship becomes stronger and Pamela becomes Cáel’s protective shadow. As Cáel is leave for the weekend SD Constanza insults Head of House Ishara and was warned, when she called Cáel diseased, Pamela removed left eye with her knife.

Cáel finally escapes home for the weekend only to find Odette and Oneida discussing BDSM basic tenants; this leads to sex, Oneida turns out to be very vocal and loud. Saturday and Sunday were pretty normal for except for the gang rumble at the basketball court.

Sunday evening Nicole, the lawyer, calls for a booty call and Cáel goes to her office for sex. When leaving Nicole’s office he ran into Brianna O’Shea. Brianna is a clone of Cáel’s mother and his aunt (one of several) also she is a client of Nicole’s law office. Ms O’Shea is there because someone at Havenstone leaked Cáel’s genetic information to the Illuminati. Cáel’s material grandfather, Cáel O’Shea, was the leader of the Illuminati until Pamela slit his throat. Pamela invokes the treaty protocols between the Amazons and the Illuminati which allows the two to depart in peace.

Monday (Day 22) morning Cáel’s ire is raised when SD blow off his firearm training; left to his own devices he practices with the grenade launcher, in the pistol range. He was on his 22nd round when Elsa and Desiree reach agreement with him to stop firing if SD staff wrote love poems to and read aloud to Runners. At the morning meeting with Katrina, Cáel informs her of the meeting with O’Shea. During the work day Cáel learns some of the facts about the other secret societies. At the end of the day SD at Buffy’s request assigned a protection detail, this was due to the little rumble at the basketball court. Escaping home Cáel discovers Deidre O’Shea another of his cloned aunts who warns him about his uncle Carrig. Getting her out the door Cáel calls Brooke to come over. Sex ensues, in mid-bout Cáel’s phone rings; Katrina is sending additional SD protection because there has been an incident at his father’s house in Chicago. Cáel returns to Katrina’s office with the SD team after a quick detour to get Brooke home safe.

Katrina informs Cáel his Father is dead….

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Chapter One

Monday Evening, Day 22 of 84

Your Father is dead, Katrina reported.

If someone ever asked me what it felt like to have an arm cut off, I could truthfully answer them 'Yes'. Dad!

From what we have been able to gather from the video and audio gear the four Amazon Security Detail team assigned to watch over him transmitted, the team was setting up a perimeter when three vehicles with ten men stopped on the juncture of Janus and Kerr streets and approached the house. The team leader made formal recognition and was attacked, Katrina told me.

Are they okay? I mumbled. I didn't want to know how my Dad died. Had he been in pain? Which side had killed him? Would knowing make a damn bit of difference?

Three of the four members were killed, St. Marie interjected. "The team commander was killed instantly. The second died defending that corner of your Father's domicile.

The third member was killed attempting to rescue your Father. The surviving member stopped the enemy from escaping with your Father's body, but was too badly injured to extricate herself and is now in police custody."

What are we going to do about this? I inquired. Pamela was a lying bitch.

She'd lied to Brianna because the truth would have gotten me and Dad killed. Dad had still died, but Pamela had kept me alive.

There is nothing we can do, the stranger spoke up. Troika of House Šauška.

You are joking, right? I stared at her.

He was a male, not of... Troika began to state.

You do know your Amazon law, correct? I countered. She gave a curt tilt of the head. Recount the means of succession to the Head of a House. Then please explain, to the room, how my Father, the descendant of Vranus, fits into all that.

Cha-ching!

Oh, by the Seven Goddesses! St. Marie jumped up.

They murdered the Head of House Ishara! Katrina was already back on top - ahead of the game.

But what does that make him? Troika pointed at me.

It confirms him as the Head of House Ishara. We can sugar-coat it and say Cáel, being the only 'active' member of Havenstone 'represented' the Head of House Ishara. By our traditions though, Ferko Nyilas was the lawful head of a 'First' House. Certainly four days were not enough time to settle the manner in an acceptable way, Katrina said.

At the very least, House Ishara would have been given 28 days to resolve any matters of succession internally, Katrina pointed out. There was no deception. Cáel worked for Havenstone, so was our active member. The existence of his Father was known. It is in his basic file. It was highly unlikely that ANY House wanted to bring another male into the mix so the matter of his ascension was left unquestioned.

This is Casus Belli, Troika stood up and declared in a firm voice. I will inform Hayden. We must know the perpetrators of this act, Katrina. I will prepare to relate this breach of the Protocols to the other Signatories.

To make sure I have this straight, I can defend any member of my family, no matter who they are, without violating the Protocols? I questioned. Can I kill them?

That is correct, Troika appeared confused. Other Signatories cannot harm, or detain your family in any way. I gave a bitter, hollow laugh. Dad...Dad wouldn't have understood, but Mom would have, no doubt.

Troika...hell, everyone but Pamela and Katrina, I am Cáel Nyilas, grandson of THE Cáel O'Shea and those people who murdered my Dad very well may have been my family, I felt like crying.

That was good because I was crying. I had talked to Dad early Monday morning. I had been so nervous about not leaving any trace of Mom behind that I couldn't recall if I said 'I love you' to him. I'd never get the chance to make up for that oversight. As I began to take in the faces around me, I realized Ishara had gifted me with a respite. No one else knew who Cáel O'Shea was - yet.

Troika, I started out. I could tell she was still having difficulty with the 'Man as someone worthy of stating an opinion' moment. When the Council decides that the Illuminati have breached the Protocols, do I have a deciding vote on what we do - since Dad was my family?

No, Troika clarified, what makes you think it was the Illuminati? Pamela laughed at her.

Because I killed Cáel's Grandfather; the man was head of the Illuminati. Slit his throat and rendered him incapable of resuscitation. The rest of that twisted clan has only now discovered that there is a successor, genetically, to the Old Man and you are looking at him, Pamela related in an amused tone.

Perhaps - just perhaps - they were interested in what happened to Cáel's Mother and the man she mated with to produce Cáel...who also happened to be the Head of House Ishara and now leaves this man (me) as the last of his kind - coming and going, Pamela finished, for both the Amazons and the O'Shea family/the Illuminati.

Troika was having problems fitting all the puzzle pieces. St. Marie cut to the heart of the matter because she listens to me.

If you go to war against the O'Shea's you are being forced to fight your own family, the Golden Mare stared at me in shock.

Let me get this straight, Troika stood up, waving for silence. When the O'Shea's killed Ferko Nyilas, they murdered the Head of a First House. They also murdered a member of their own family by way of marriage. She seemed totally flummoxed. Everyone agreed about how fucked up everything was. Breach or No Breach?

Welcome to life working with Cáel Nyilas, Katrina declared. There was a pause.

I'll let the professionals figure out the finer points of diplomacy. I have to go, I said.

Were do you think you are going? Buffy popped up. Until this moment, she'd had no role in affairs. My safety though...

I am going home to bury my Father, Buffy, I announced. This was not a discussion.

Shouldn't we take his body to the cliffs? Troika suggested.

My Father will face the Afterlife with my Mother at his side. It was his wish and I'm not going to start dictating to my Ancestors now, I sighed.

I was trying to make light of my pain. By the looks on their faces, I was failing. I had barely exited the office, Buffy, Helena and Pamela in tow. The security team was closing in and my phone rang.

Cáel Nyilas, I answered sadly.

Mr. Nyilas, this is Investigator Brewster of the Burnham Police Department. I need a few moments of your time, a man's voice requested. I hesitated. I looked at my watch.

Yes...Dad? I finally spoke.

Mr. Nyilas, your father seems to have been murdered late this evening in a bungled attempted burglary, he lied. It was a good lie.

If he really believed a bungled robbery consisted of two heavily armed groups shooting a small residential home to pieces he was...nah, he was lying.

I'm on the next flight to Chicago, was the response I chose. I had so many 'loser' replies to choose from.

That would be helpful, Mr. Nyilas, he told me. Do you know when I can expect you?

Ah...I have no idea when the next plane from New York to Chicago is, but if I can buy a ticket on it, I'm there, I countered. Admittedly, I having a plane ticket for home would have been damn suspicious.

One last thing, Mr. Nyilas, do you have any idea why someone would want to murder your father? Anything you could tell us could be of great assistance, he pressed.

Yes, I have a clue who murdered my Father and I'll point you to the dead bodies when I'm done, I snapped - quite literally and mentally snapped. Pause.

Mr. Nyilas, I understand you are upset, but do not do anything rash. Now, could your father have been murdered for anything you might have done, or are doing? Det Brewster kept is game face on.

We'll have this chat when I get to Chicago. Until then, take care, I said before hanging up.

Smooth, Pamela gently chastised me.

I actually liked him going all 'Mafia Don' on that cop, Buffy countered.

I'll arrange for Havenstone to get us transportation to Chicago, Helena added.

No, I countermanded her. You two stay here and finish up business. Join me late Tuesday night, or early Wednesday morning.

By the looks Buffy and Helena gave me they were surprised...and proud. I was keeping to my 'Runner' induction time table. My family would not be diminished by this tragedy. It would grow. Come Wednesday morning, we would add twenty new voices to Ishara's war cry.

I'll take the first commercial flight available, I continued.

We cannot protect you on a civilian aircraft, Ishara, Velma warned me.

They - the authorities are expecting me to show up at O'Hare, so I'm showing up at O'Hare, like a normal person, I reminded her. I'll also need to know at what hospital they are keeping our sister; The sole surviving Amazon, our surviving sister who nearly gave her life for Dad.

The SD picked up on that immediately. Another leap had been made. I wasn't a masculine monster, raging against a female warrior who had failed. By the tone of my voice, they knew I was in grief yet not overcome by it. She was the last member of the Host to see my Father alive and she might hold the closure I needed.

It will be done, Velma decided. We will have your team meet you at O'Hare.

My team? I asked.

Rachel - her team, Velma clarified. That was enough good for me.

Oh, and get Pamela a ticket as well. I'd hate to have her mug another passenger and take theirs, I sighed. Pamela patted me on the back - an 'atta boy'.

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Chapter Two

Hours later, Monday Night, Day 22 of 84

The hospital in Chicago

That was not the first time I wondered about how fatal Pamela had been in her prime. In fact, I wasn't sure that post-60 wasn't her best time yet. The only mistake the police officer guarding the Amazon's hospital room made was to sit in a chair. Pamela had long ago mastered the peon-craft that Rosetta had started to teach me.

The policeman looked up, stared right through her then looked the other way. His gaze never swept back in my direction. She jabbed him quickly underneath both arms, paralyzing them for a few seconds. That was all she needed. Her hands clamped over his eyes and on his throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain before his hands could recover.

He appeared to the outside world to have taken a nap. According to Pamela, we had roughly three minutes before he came around. Pamela kept walking down the hall as if nothing happened. I came ten steps behind, guarded by a gun-less Rachel as I entered the Intensive Care Unit. A few of the staff looked our way, but no one impeded our progress.

According to the Duty Nurse, the Amazon had exited surgery barely an hour ago. Her eyes opened to slits as I approached her beside.

We stand before the Eye of the World, I whispered. That meant surveillance. I cannot tell you what is in my heart. My name is Cáel Nyilas. Does that name mean anything to you?

Her hand flopped. I put two fingers into her feeble gasp. One squeeze - yes. I am grateful for your prowess and I share in your sorrow for those who will no longer fight in this life. Please heal and grow strong for this is the start, not the finish, I completed. She squeezed my fingers once more. I stepped aside, letting Rachel take my place.

They didn't exchange words but communicated volumes. We slipped out of the room while the guard was still groggy. Pamela was nowhere to be seen. That proved to be foreknowing when a group of people with the propensity to flash IDs caught up to me at the ground floor.

Had the backdrop of this fiasco not been the death of my Father, I might have enjoyed the twitching/counter-twitching going on between Rachel, who desperately wanted any one of her guns, and the cops who were picking up on that desire.

Mr. Nyilas, I am... and the introductions came pouring in.

I had Theodora Chumwell and Brock Miklos, Special Agents of the FBI, John Rios, Special Agent with the ATF, Investigator Horace Brewster from the Burnham PD and Homicide Detective Lisa Capella from the Chicago PD.

We would like to talk with you, Theodora took charge.

Can I ask a question first? I raised my hand. That appeared to set them off their game plan.

Of course, Theodora allowed.

Okay - FBI, ATF, a homicide detective from Chicago and the only law enforcement official who has any business being here, I finished with Brewster.

I may not be a Rhodes Scholar, but this seems a bit extreme for the burglary/murder of a long-time employee of Illinois Power and Light. Does anyone care to fill me on what the hell is going on? I looked over the group. Oh, and thank you Investigator Brewster for your call; I know I didn't take the news well.

Was that the part where you said you would point to the dead bodies? Theodora took charge.

Yes, I think that was the gaff I was referring to, I agreed.

Why are you here, Mr. Nyilas? Lisa Capella jumped in. She had decided to not go along with the FBI playbook.

I came to see the woman found alive in my family home, I replied smoothly.

She is probably still in surgery, Lisa gave a twist of the lips - sex.

Oh, she got out an hour ago, I enlightened them.

Let's take this conversation to FBI Headquarters, Theodora 'suggested' - you know, in the way that really wasn't a suggestion.

Have you gone to see that woman? Lisa wouldn't let up - good for her. It was upsetting Theodora and I'd already decided that Brewster was my go-to guy on this investigation.

Yes, I responded to Lisa.

Isn't she under police protection? Lisa and Theodora blurted out together.

There was a policeman at her door, I shrugged. We went in and I talked to her.

What did she say? Theodora brushed Lisa aside.

Nothing. She had one of those tubes down her throat. Whatever I said...well, I was emotional, I evaded. She was barely conscious.

Lisa was urgently contacting her guy who was supposed to be watching the only person in custody they had. He claimed to have 'blacked out'. He couldn't remember anyone coming in to see the woman and swore he hadn't been unconscious for any length of time. He went in, checked up on the Amazon and she was fine - for someone who had been shot six times.

We should go to the FBI offices, Theodora repeated.

I'm going home, I sighed sadly. I want to go home.

It is still an active crime scene, John told me. There won't be any civilian access for some time. Translation: until they decided to give me the carrot instead of the stick.

Please, come with us, FBI Special Agent Brock added his weight.

No. I'm going with Burnham PD, I countered. You can find me there.

That's not how it works, Theodora upped her authority meter. Lisa had fallen back, trying to take in the bigger picture.

Brewster was clearly trying to recall if he had ANY history with me, or my Dad, that would make me trust him over the others.

I may be a liberal arts major from northern New England, but I know how a larynx works, I regarded Theodora. Unless I choose to make a sound, it does nothing. Nothing is about to be all we have left to do and say.

Don't you want to help solve your Father's murder? Brock tried to sound both sympathetic and threatening at the same time.

I was suddenly bombarded with the taste of Lime Sherbet and Jalapenos Ice Cream.

Really? Fine; I'm going to hang out with the only person in this room I know is working on my Father's murder, not on their career, I reposed.

We are all trying to... Lisa got out.

You maybe, I gave Lisa that much. My Father made around $70,000 a year after twenty-six years for Illinois P&L. He had almost paid off the colossal debt built up by my Mother's illness and my college expenses.

As far as I know, he took out one loan his entire life - from a bank - and he paid it off, I continued. He was a lapsed Catholic, a member of the IBEW - Local 9, and he jogged. He barely used e-mail and had no close friends I am aware of. The only woman he loved was my Mother and he mourned her to the day he died.

What about your activity? Theodora inquired. We weren't running off to her playground - yet. Handcuffing a grieving son would look bad and, by my attitude, wouldn't make me talkative in the least.

I have the unfortunate habit of sleeping with every woman I meet, I began.

So that's over 200 erotic encounters. I get annoyed with people throwing their weight around, I continued, which is why you and I are getting off on the wrong foot, Special Agent Theodora Chumwell. I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments, getting paid an insane amount to fetch laundry and keep secrets. Good enough?

No, it is not... Theodora simmered.

How did you know about the existence of the woman upstairs and how did you know to come here? Lisa interrupted.

I grew up in that house, know the neighbors and know this is the closest EMS center to home, I lied convincingly.

Who are you? Brewster decided that I wasn't exiting the hospital gracefully so turned on Rachel. She didn't speak, choosing to be creepy and brandishing a wallet instead. I kept forgetting that most full-blooded Amazons had minimal socialization with outsiders. Having graduated elementary school, everyone else knew this was a bizarre reaction.

"Rachel