Life as a New Hire, New World Order and Rise of The Khanate, Volume VI

Life as a New Hire

New World Order and Rise of The Khanate

Volume VI

Copyright 2013 James M. Dosher

Published by Jens Sorensen at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

ACW

Cover Credits

Acknowledgments

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

About James M. Dosher

Other books by James M. Dosher

Connect with James M. Dosher

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Adult Content Warning

Life as a New Hire, New World Order and Rise of The Khanate, Volume VI the sixth 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

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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

Ninjaaa.jpg: A public domain image sourced from commons.wikimedia.org

Female-Archer-26902951.jpg: free download http://xelll87.deviantart.com/art/Female-Archer-26902951.

Helmet.jpg: Original image created by Jens Sorensen using Inkscape 0.91 and Gimp 2.8.14

Khanate Flag: Original collage image by Jens Sorensen combining Public Domain images of Mongolia's flag, Turkey's flag and the Coat of arms of Turkmenistan using Inkscape 0.91 and Gimp 2.8.14.

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Acknowledgments

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

The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards.

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

Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and ne'er-do-wells.

There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize 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.

The miracle is not a person jumping into a torrent to save another. It is the dozen who form a chain to pull them both out.

Since the Mycenaean Greeks keep whining like little bitches, I have chosen to ease up on them for the nonce and give the Magyar mythology a credible mangling.

Time is not your enemy any more than breathing and your heartbeat are inconvenient.

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Prologue

In Volume V

On Day 22 Cáel learns his father has been murdered. He heads home to Burnham Illinois to bury his beloved father and uncover the culprits. The Amazons realize Ferko's death is a casus belli and very possibly the end of the truce between the Great Secret Societies.

After visiting the only surviving SD in a Chicago hospital Cáel and his team butt heads with the FBI agents assigned to investigate the gun battle and deaths at Ferko's home then go to view his father’s body at the M.E. office in the company of two LEO's. They run into four men trying to depart with Ferko's body. A gun battle ensues resulting in two dead bad guys and several wounded. Cáel and Rachel are held by the FBI who treat them as criminals. They are sprung by Nicole Lawless who asserted their civil rights.

At the cemetery after Ferko's ashes are laid to rest; Cáel Ishara inducts nineteen former Runners into House of Ishara. The other six GSS present for the graveside service approach to offer condolences. Cáel Ishara declares the Condottieri as Ferko's murders, send them running for their lives. He insulted the Seven Pillars of Heaven underlining the preexisting animosity between the Host and the 7PH. He was amazed by the Illuminati representatives; his uncle (who he ended up stabbing) and his aunts who appeared to ‘really’ like him. He was extremely friendly with the lone Earth and Sky representative and cordial with the Egyptian Rite emissaries, leaving them with a positive outlook. The Nine Clans' three female representatives and Cáel began to establish informal yet strong bonds that which could result in their bearing his children, creating blood ties between the two GSS’s. A détente is reached with Assistant Federal District Attorney Javiera Castello, who was now leading the Federal investigation into the peculiar activities surrounding Ferko’s murder, allowing Cáel to be himself.

Upon his return to Havenstone HQ Cáel Ishara faces a hostile Amazon Council resulting in Dot Ishara using Cáel's body enact a curse on the Host. Using his near death experience, Dot Ishara was able to contact Cáel. He is instructed to save her people. Upon waking he leaves saying Having exhibited no faith in me, you have committed apostasy to Ishara, you are condemned to live with that choice. Good night.

The next day, to escape the ill feelings at Havenstone, Cáel accepts a week-end invite from Brook and Libra. As he is leaving, he receives a token (necklace) from Earth and Sky but the accompanying message has been destroyed by his enemies among the Amazons. Cáel's quest for a stress free week-end quickly goes awry. Brennan (host) and Anima (Brennan’s girlfriend) are planning three days of debauchery with Brooke and Casper (a new acquaintance) being the main targets for drugging and rape. Cáel clearly warns the pair that there would be dire consequences if harm befell Casper, or Cáel's ladies. Estere, from the Nine Clans, tracked Cáel down to further cement relations and joins the fun. At 4:00 AM while Brooke and Cáel are have a quiet time in the pool they meet Hanna, Brennan's step sister, who recognizes the E&S necklace as an authentic heirloom and both sides realize they were not dealing with persons of Brennan's ilk.

The next morning at breakfast it becomes obvious that Casper has been drugged, gang raped and videoed. Cáel using his smartphone records images of the perpetrators and Casper. He then calls his First (Buffy) and asks what should happen? Buffy tells him not to worry the situation would be looked after. With support from Hanna Cáel, Estere, Libra Casper and Brooke leave and return to Cáel's apartment in NYC.

They all arrive at Cáel's late Saturday night were they meet Delilah (a MI-6 agent pretending to be Odette’s friend). Things are just quieting down when Carrig arrives and attacks Cáel with a device that penetrates his forehead rendering him comatose. He wakes days later at the Havenstone Medical Clinic where he meets FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox, Javiera's proxy. He is treated disrespectfully by Amazons and dragged to Hayden and the Council to lift the curse. On the way he demands the rights of a Head of House, arms himself with an ax and, using it in a ritualistic manner, demands Hayden go to the cliffs because Ishara can no longer tolerate her. The Council splits into fractions but Krasimira joins with Cáel's call for Hayden to step down. Finally, Hayden finally acknowledges the calamity about to engulf the Amazon race, sees her fault in the upcoming disaster and knows what needs to be done; she writes a list and passes it to St. Marie with orders to arrest the Amazons on the list for treason. She then announces she is going home to dine with her family one last time and take herself to the cliffs with the sunrise. While Ishara will not forgive, Cáel will and promises there will be a place in Ishara's halls for Hayden when she redeems her honor.

St. Marie takes control of the Council until Hayden's replacement can be found; as Cáel is leaving the room Ishara takes control of his voice for one second, ordering Pamela to shoot him. This is so Ishara and Cáel can meet and talk. During their time together in the other reality, Cáel makes a deal with Ishara so that she must stop reading his mind. Cáel is to re-forge Ishara's Temple Statue and must have sex with the first woman he sees when he returns to the moral world. Buffy is tasked with obtaining spent casings from Ferko's murder and have them melted with the remains of Ishara's statue and recast the statue melding the old and new.

With some difficulty and drama Cáel is able to seduce virgin Tadêfi (a blind augur) and her guardian Sikia. Augurs are Amazons who takes poisons to put them in a receptive state to the ancestors, goddesses and the spiritual currents of the universe leaves them blind and deaf to the mortal world. Tadêfi communicates normally, but needs to be touching your lips to know what you are saying. Tadêfi has a message from beyond the Weave of Fate for Cáel. The message details that the spirits of several important personages have returned to the mortal world; the Conqueror (Temüjin the Mongol), the Champion (Ajax the Unconquered), the Friendless (Shammuramat, Queen of Assyria) and the Foe (Cáel O'Shea, Cáel’s grandfather) all have taken mortal form and will have massive effects on the world. Cáel Nyilas Ishara declares a naming convention for the three aspects of Ishara: Wakko Ishara is Cáel (who initially wanted to be Yakko), Yakko Ishara is founding Amazon of House Ishara, and Dot Ishara is the Goddess Ishara.

Many on the Council are still concerned about Cáel so a deal is reached where Buffy as Cáel's First will attend and speak for House Ishara in Council and Cáel will get to visit Aya at camp.

The information Cáel received about Temüjin is time sensitive and he needs to meet with Earth and Sky; fortuitously Hanna has traced the source of Cáel's necklace and an immediate meeting is arranged.

E&S meets with Cáel and his four companions. Mystically Cáel shares the warning with E&S's Oyuun Tömörbaatar (and him alone) the knowledge of Temüjin location and the fact the 7 Pillars of Heaven have breached the Weave of Fate and are closing in on him, placing the prophesied heir to the E&S was in mortal danger. Cáel and party immediately depart so E&S can respond to the risk to Temüjin.

After a sojourn in a hospital to check Cáel's neurology because he spontaneously used and understood several languages he shouldn't know, he returns to Havenstone for sunrise Day 31 of 84. House Ishara inducted six dead Runners who were worthy so they would find peace in Ishara's halls. Ishara rejects Hayden's induction. To answer that perceived insult, Cáel makes his Death Pledge and nearly completes it before he realizes that he must accepts he is truly a leader of the Host and the heir of Ishara.

When his heart and mind make that decision, Ishara accepts Hayden into House Ishara, Cáel’s dishonor is lifted by his Goddess and he no longer has to keep to his Death Pledge. Still, he knows he has a long way to go to be the Amazon Head of House that he needs to be.

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Chapter One

I was still in New York when the Council convened, but I was leaving before all the key matters could be settled. Despite some of Buffy's objections, we (meaning me) and House Ishara decided that switching up leaders in the midst of the upcoming pivotal events would make matters worse, not better. Daphne pledged to me, to Buffy, to the Isharan ancestors and to Ishara herself to give true, diligent and continuous service until I, Buffy, or Helena dismissed her.

She would be Buffy's social eyes and ears, as well as her translator and voice. I imagined that translating for Buffy would be 'creative' at times. An added oddity was that Buffy insisted on being called '****', which meant 'First' instead of '****' which was the traditional 'apprentice'.

Krasimira OK'd it. The term 'First' was used before in Council. Its meaning was a bit different though. 'First' implied a deep, romantic relationship with the Head of House that included possessing insight into the Head's mindset. Buffy thought the definition and title fitted her perfectly.

Best to keep those bitches at bay from the get-go, Buffy snarled.

It was difficult to keep my head and heart from becoming unsettled over what transpired as I packed for my trip to see Aya. No one on Hayden's list ran. No Head of House said 'fuck you' and barricaded herself and hers in some holding and dared the sisters to come get her. They awaited the convening of the Council, showed up and silently took their seats.

There was no opening song. The Leader was not there to begin it. As the first order of business, St. Marie stood and related the how's and where's of Hayden's demise. With that brief preamble, she read off the list of names. The condemned stood when their names were called, drew forth their blades and sheared off long locks of their hair, declaring their 'House-less' status.

SD members roughly seized them - they were nothing more than traitors to the race by that point - and dragged them into the hallway where two separate Security Detail women put two bullets in their hearts. A quick, thorough and efficient way to deal with the trash. I was told their bodies would be cremated. Their skulls were maintained only for the purpose of genealogical study.

In the Council chamber, Krasimira reaffirmed the relevant Amazon legal code provisions. The Golden Mare would direct the Host until a Regency Council could be formed. Only then did St. Marie and Krasimira begin the meeting's invocation. Buffy cried and she wasn't alone. A full third of the Council were new faces and a terrifying shift in direction was established.

No, the echoes of gunfire did not make the new House Heads proponents of men and 'Runners'. Those women were looking at the deathly reality that defying those two forces was treason. Hayden established that. And by taking her own life, she charted the path the rest could not deviate from. Based on what I learned from Katrina, Beyoncé, Daphne and Krasimira, the shift started out gradually, then became a roaring current.

Issue One was not the Regency Council - it was war. They acknowledged it; they affirmed the Epona/Ishara initiative of creating alliances with the United States Federal government (Javiera), the 9 Clans and the Earth & Sky. They formally directed the Host's efforts to the destruction of the 7 Pillars and Condotteiri. After all, resolution of war by the obliteration of one's foes was standard practice.

The justification was the Condotteiri's murder of three members of the Security Detail and of Ferko Nyilas of Ishara by way of Vranus (he was on the Rolls for all eternity now) and the Seven Pillars' attempted murder of Temüjin, the Supreme Khan of the Earth & Sky and retroactively an ally to the Host. That statement was more for the Earth & Sky as a symbol of Amazon dedication to the task at hand than a clerical matter for themselves. But like my Father, Temüjin's life was elevated to something of value in their eyes.

If the Amazons felt you were a threat, they rarely argued about it and half those arguments happened after the fact. The second the Condotteiri soldiers fired on the clearly identified SD leader at my Burnham home, the war option was on the table. That Council decision was tidying up the issue in case it became historically significant later. After all, not being tidy 2500 years ago had led to 'Me'.

The most critical part of those two votes (declaring war on the Condotteiri and on 7 Pillars) was the reminder the Host needed to pay attention to their core values - self-defense and protection of their young. An eye opening moment took place during one of the breaks when Kohar Marda - Ursula's former apprentice, now Head of House, approached Buffy.

According to Daphne Buffy was contemplating being attacked, the surrounding conversations muted. Kohar politely asked for a meeting with Buffy to discuss the qualifications Ishara used for selecting inductees. Runners! The successor to the Amazon who sent Leona to assassinate me now was asking how to add 'Runners' to her house.

Mysticism may have played its part. Respect for Hayden's final appeal to alleviate her shame played a role too. In my mind, the ultimate factor was that this was a practical choice made by a lethally practical race. War meant deaths. Every House knew the ages of their young, thus the rate at which their numbers could be naturally replenished and what forces they needed to put forth as the conflict raged on. The answer to meeting their strategic obligations was the 'Runners'.

Kohar stepped forward first for a more personal reason. Ursula was in the forefront of what now was derogatorily referred to as the Cult of Blood Purity - undeniable treasonous thinking. Shame drove Kohar. Ursula died house-less, but lived and ruled as a Mardan. Only a heartfelt repudiation of Ursula's policies could diminish the burden of Mardan guilt. Kohar needed to be first.

The rest of the Council didn't busting down Ishara's door in a rush to follow Kohar's example. That didn't matter; the glass ceiling the Host had been stomping down on the heads of 'Runners' for fifty years was shattered. The final act of tragedy, in my mind, the glory of the moment would go to House Ishara, not House Anahit. Hayden is my ancestor now, not Sydney's or Marilynn's.

When the Amazons looked back on history, Hayden Ishara gave her all for her people, changing the very direction of the Host's lifeblood. She would stand exalted with our greatest heroines...bearing my name.

From everyone's evaluation but Buffy's, my First did a wonderful job being fierce and polite in an equal, measured and deserved manner. Katrina even hinted that some of the Council leaders preferred a less-effective me to be at the next meeting.

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Chapter Two

Day 34 of 84

The way to Aya

For me, the diplomacy revolved around Delilah and Virginia...I already fell on my knees and begged Odette to let me go see Aya 'alone'. A few sexual-charged hours later, she agreed. That left four choices for the role of my two agents. They wanted to go 'as is'. Rachel informed them they would be murdered in-flight and their bodies tossed out over a convenient body of water.

Rachel felt that the only reasonable course of action was for them to not come. That way the two could live a few more weeks. However, she would settle for stripping them down, doing a full body scan and sealing them naked in airtight coffins (with a suitable amount of oxygen) for the journey. I suspected they might still slip out of the baggage compartment somewhere between takeoff and landing.

I cut through the clash of egos and made the final decision. Delilah and Virginia would be stripped and thoroughly examined. Initially my chore. Rachel was deeply suspicious of my true intentions. Freed of any electronic devices, they would be blindfolded, and with their weaponry in my keeping during the trip, so we made it to Aya without bloodshed.

They applauded my wisdom by roundly refusing my decision. Pamela was of no help. Ten minutes into it, I informed them I was going alone - completely alone. They laughed, snorted and chuckled. Rachel reminded me that I didn't know where to go. I lied and told her that Katrina had given me the coordinates for the super-secret juvenile, all-feline [yes, I meant cats], survival training school.

Fine, they would just keep me under constant surveillance. I responded by assuring them that despite my lack of spy-like abilities, I would escape and get to relive my Summer Camp experience with the only woman who respected my Demigod-like combat status. Their laughter hurt my feelings. Pamela stepped up and told the room they could either respect my compromise, or she would help me evade them.

It was even more depressing to see the room full of women who had previously been mocking me suddenly 'snap to' and quickly agree to my earlier suggestions.

It is okay, Pamela told me softly as the actual mechanics of my vacation were figured out by others. I didn't want to play Bill Munny to your Ben Logan.

Pamela's eyes flared brighter than any phoenix's rebirth. She'd stumped me.

The Unforgiven, my Son, she patted my cheek. It is a western made in 1992 starring Clint Eastwood, recast masterfully by 'Yours Truly' and...we need to work on you making a convincing Morgan Freeman.

Doesn't Freeman end up in a pinewood box in the first third of the movie? Virginia mused.

I didn't want to dishearten him, Pamela grinned. To me. He ran off alone and got himself killed.

I was what...not even a year old when that movie came out, I responded with indignation.

You've never heard of Block Busters, Netflix, Redbox, Dish, Hulu, or late night, Spanish language television? Pamela snickered.

I only watch Univision for their sports coverage, I countered.

You mean for those sexy female sports announcers, Delilah chuckled. That earned her a 'well duh' look from all the other women.

Before I consent to the strip search and inevitable follow-up anal probe, are we really going to be in a situation that requires us to fight this time? Virginia asked.

We should be perfectly safe, Rachel responded.

Check - bring extra ammo, Virginia nodded.

Good for you, Ms. Maddox, Pamela winked. One day there is hope your life will have some meaning to me.

Great, Special Agent Maddox muttered, now I have to think of what to get her for Christmas. We all laughed. Christmas was such a long way away.

We packed up, rode to a private airfield near Doebridge, learned that SD was smarter than the rest of us, boarded our flight, and then finally entered US airspace from there. Around Ohio, a thought occurred to Maddox.

If we were somehow forced to land and have the plane searched, how bad would it be? she requested of Rachel.

Bad enough that we have a better chance of fighting our way free than seeing freedom before dying in prison, Rachel answered calmly.

Hmmm...Rachel, if something like that happened...how many parachutes do we have? Delilah joined in.

Enough. Mona rides down with Cáel because he's a virgin, Rachel stated.

Oh! Come on Rachel, I fell down on my knees. Can't I bungee jump it?

Luv, Delilah snorted. If the drop didn't kill ya, the bounce back would snap you in two.

Cáel, we are at thirty thousand feet, Tiger Lily giggled. You are more likely to end as a streamer than a pancake. An Amazon giggle - a most joyous noise.

Rachel, I have been unkind, Virginia confessed. Cáel is so personable and so dead set on getting himself killed. I had no idea your assignment was so herculean.

Acknowledged, Rachel said, and we don't use 'that' word. Hercules was Greek too.

We have it worse, Delilah patted Maddox on her shoulder. We must obey some sort of legal code that doesn't allow us to preemptively save him.

We must too, Rachel gave a depressive sigh. Her, she pointed at Pamela.

Hey, Pamela pouted. I'm more a force for vigilante justice than a team player. I ride alone.

Alone? I took a quick headcount and added our Amazon pilot. I count ten, Lone Phaser.

Am I included in that count? Miyako yawned from under her blanket. This jet lag is killing me.

Where did she come from? Virginia hopped up.

She was here when we boarded, I told her. I searched her, I swear.

Yes he did, Miyako gave a sleepy, Hello Kitty smile. She'd 'searched' me too.

I bet you did, Rachel glared at me...then Pamela...then me again since I was the titular boss.

Thankfully we all 'bought a vowel', played a card in Clue, and shared an Inspector Clouseau moment. The gang settled down for a nap. Sleeping was not complicated. Rachel, as my bodyguard, slept beside me. The airplane's touchdown was so flawless I needed to be shaken to alertness. Did I fall asleep? More on that later.

It would have been better if Virginia hadn't figured out our pilot violated numerous FAA regulations...like dropping below radar at one remote airport then sailing along for an unknown number of kilometers at nape of the Earth until we reached our final destination

We weren't there yet, of course. That level of unconvoluted thinking would have been an Amazon indicator of senility. Being a male Amazon, I was immune to such considerations - that meant I was always nuts in their regard, but they chose to humor me. Our plane parked in a camouflaged hangar before we could disembark.

I concluded we were getting close to our desert gulag/re-education center as the sharp glare of sunlight was accompanied by an equally heartless glare of hostility rolling forth from our waiting all-terrain vehicle caravan. Thank goodness Rachel knew to bring sunscreen for the passel of us. I swallowed the bitter realization I'd lost a $1000 bet concerning our landing zone with Virginia (a Temperate Rain Forest) and Delilah (the American Southwest). In retrospect, betting on the site of 'Camp Rock' wasn't my smartest wager.

The Brit made off with $2000 of our money and she wanted to be paid in Euros. That's €778 from me, you offspring of those who didn't have the courage to cross the Atlantic 100 years ago. Neither Virginia nor I really cared. With the level of violence about to escalate, it was all looking like 'funny' money to us. I didn't share my misery. Our Welcome Wagon ladies hardly looked sympathetic, or all that opposed to utilizing scalping as a valid debating tool.

They didn't view this moment ( me showing up) as just