My Ride is a Bitch (The Kurtherian Gambit Book 13) Read online

  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Legal

  Social Links

  Series List

  European Efforts - 01 - Prologue

  Chapter One - Chapter 1

  Chapter Two - Chapter 2

  Chapter Three - Chapter 3

  Chapter Four - Chapter 4

  Chapter Five - Chapter 5

  Chapter Six - Chapter 6

  Chapter Seven - Chapter 7

  Chapter Eight - Chapter 8

  Chapter Nine - Chapter 9

  Chapter Ten - Chapter 10

  Chapter Eleven - Chapter 11

  Chapter Twelve - Chapter 12

  Chapter Thirteen - Chapter 13

  Chapter Fourteen - Chapter 14

  Chapter Fifteen - Chapter 15

  Chapter Sixteen - Chapter 16

  Chapter Seventeen - Chapter 17

  Chapter Eighteen - Chapter 18

  Chapter Nineteen - Chapter 19

  Chapter Twenty - Chapter 20

  Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter 21

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter 22

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter 23

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter 24

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter 25

  Conjuring Quantico

  Authors Notes

  12.25.2016

  DEDICATION

  To Family, Friends and

  Those Who Love

  To Read.

  May We All Enjoy Grace

  To Live The Life We Are

  Called.

  MY RIDE IS A BITCH

  The Kurtherian Gambit 13 Team

  Beta Editor / Readers

  Bree Buras (Aussie Awesomeness)

  Tom Dickerson (The man)

  Sf Forbes (oh yeah!)

  Dorene Johnson (US Navy (Ret) & DD)

  Dorothy Lloyd (Teach you to ask…Teacher!)

  T S (Scott) Paul (Author)

  Diane Velasquez (Chinchilla lady & DD)

  JIT Beta Readers

  Brent Bakken

  Timothy Cox

  Heath Felps

  Andrew Haynes

  Kelli Orr

  Gage Ostrander

  Leo Roars

  Hari Rothsteni

  Björn Schmidt

  If I missed anyone, please let me know!

  Editors

  Stephen Russell

  Kat Lind

  Thank you to the following Special Consultants

  for MY RIDE IS A BITCH

  Jeff Morris - US Army - Asst Professor Cyber-Warfare, Nuclear Munitions (Active)

  Heath Felps - US Navy CPO (Active)

  Toru Sekkiguchi - Björn Schmidt - Japanese Translation Support

  My Ride is a Bitch (this book) is a work of fiction.

  All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.

  Copyright (c) 2016 Michael T. Anderle

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  Series Titles Include:

  Death Becomes Her

  The Kurtherian Gambit 01

  Queen Bitch

  The Kurtherian Gambit 02

  Love Lost

  The Kurtherian Gambit 03

  Bite This

  The Kurtherian Gambit 04

  Never Forsaken

  The Kurtherian Gambit 05

  Under My Heel

  The Kurtherian Gambit 06

  Kneel Or Die

  The Kurtherian Gambit 07

  We Will Build

  The Kurtherian Gambit 08

  It’s Hell To Choose

  The Kurtherian Gambit 09

  Release The Dogs Of War

  The Kurtherian Gambit 10

  Sued For Peace

  The Kurtherian Gambit 11

  We Have Contact

  The Kurtherian Gambit 12

  FUTURE

  (21 books planned)

  My Rides A Bitch

  The Kurtherian Gambit 13

  Don’t Cross This Line

  The Kurtherian Gambit 14

  **Future Series**

  The Dark Messiah - Michael’s Return

  The Second Dark Ages 01

  Winter 2016/2017

  SHORT STORIES

  Frank Kurns Stories of the Unknownworld 01

  You Don’t Mess with John’s Cousin

  (read before TKG08)

  Frank Kurns Stories of the Unknownworld 02

  Bitch’s Night Out

  (read before TKG10)

  The Boris Chronicles

  With Paul C. Middleton

  Evacuation (Out)

  Retaliation (Out)

  Revelation Oct 2016

  Restitution TBD

  Anthologies

  Glimpse

  Honor in Death

  (Michael’s First Few Days)

  See on Amazon: http://kurtherianbooks.com/Glimpse_Amazon_US

  Beyond the Stars: At Galaxy's Edge

  Tabitha’s Vacation

  See on Amazon: http://kurtherianbooks.com/Beyond_Stars_Amazon_US

  Berlin, Germany

  Seven locations were tossed out to the group of men and women invited to Germany’s Federal Intelligence Operations Center.

  “We have,” Dr. Schäuble, a professor borrowed for this project from Humboldt Universität, told the group around the long hand-carved rosewood table, “seven locations, but we have resources to check three at this time.” He was standing, leaning over the table looking at different cards laid out. “As you can see, one of these is in Antarctica. It is based on the rumors of people from the Nazi party. Somebody, possibly the Thule group, left and built a base in the severe cold. Americans,” he tipped his head to three men sitting at the table, “went there in 1947 and had, I’ve heard, a bad time.”

  “I thought the American’s situation was just bad weather?” A young woman asked, from the end of the table.

  “You would think so, but one of the ships was supposedly cut in two,” Dr. Schäuble admitted. “Right now, the Americans are claiming that it was weather that forced the fleet exercise to turn around. However,” he looked down the table, “my contacts say the American government is setting up their own expedition to this area in the off chance it has any chance to reveal secrets the Nazi’s took with them.”

  He sat down, and opened the manila folder in front of him, “If you would all open your folders to the first location for our common vote, we will discuss if the Nazi base has enough interest from those represented here to be on our short list. As you are aware, the German government has the authority to check into these seven locations, and with a significant monetary buy-in, your companies are allowed to benefit from technologies found.”

  Dr. Schäuble looked up from his papers, “We have someon
e to speak to us regarding additional Nazi records not shared with the American government. That person …” There was a knock on the meeting room door and the Doctor turned around while completing his comment, “is about to arrive to update you, it sounds like.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chapter 1

  QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 17 hours before meeting in Japan

  John walked towards Bethany Anne's suite, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

  Gabrielle had mentioned she hadn't seen or spoken with Bethany Anne for at least a few hours, thinking she was with him or one of the other guys. John confirmed she wasn't with any of them. The last time anyone had seen her, she was walking into her suite with Ashur, an apple, and a pile of mail that had come up on the last transport.

  Curious, but only a little concerned, John asked ArchAngel if Bethany Anne was asleep, but he was informed she wasn't. ArchAngel said she didn't know where Bethany Anne was at the moment.

  That could only mean two things. Bethany Anne wasn't on the ship or had explicitly told ArchAngel not to let anyone know where she was.

  Or both.

  John entered and walked through the outer suite, through her outer meeting room and finally knocked on Bethany Anne's bedroom door.

  Nothing.

  John grimaced and knocked harder. He received nothing a second time. John called out, “ArchAngel. This is John Grimes.”

  ArchAngel replied, “Yes, I recognize you, John. There was no need to tell me who you are.”

  “There is this time,” John grumped, “ArchAngel, by my right as a Queen’s Bitch, I am implementing Queen’s Permission to enter her suite.”

  “Approved, John,” the voice replied, and John could hear the suite locks disengage. All seven of them.

  He opened the door a few inches, “Bethany Anne?” He heard nothing and opened it further, “BA? ... Boss?”

  The suite was empty.

  John noticed her bed was made and stepped around to her personal closet. It was closed and locked.

  Fuck, he thought.

  John looked up, his eyes closed, thank God a migraine wasn't possible. “ArchAngel, Please unlock this door – I promise not to step foot into the room.”

  “You know she isn’t in there, John,” ArchAngel responded.

  “Yes, I know that. I just need to see what she took with her,” John answered, and the door unlocked. This was much better than the rooms in the Florida house where no one could open the door from the outside. Here, ArchAngel could open and close, lock and unlock all doors. He pulled the door open, and the lights came on, and he peered around her closet.

  Her pistols, leather pants, and her protective chest piece were missing. Her Katana was on its stand. John turned, stopped and then looked back. Her shorter sword, the wakizashi, was missing.

  So, it was probably humans, not Forsaken.

  John closed the door, “Thank you ArchAngel.” He heard the doors lock behind him and turned to her master suite bath. It, like all of her rooms, was huge. He stepped in and noticed an envelope and a piece of notebook paper with writing.

  John stepped over to her sink area, triple wide with two sinks and a large area between for makeup and other stuff. John figured it was a bit much. Bethany Anne rarely wore more than a little blush and maybe some lipstick.

  He read the note, written in blue crayon in a young person’s handwriting.

  “Ms. Anne,

  I’m not sure you can help, but my father is in trouble. My mother was taken by evil people who hurt her and then hurt my dad.

  They want him to help them because he works on science and they want something. They made him promise not to tell the police.

  Since he can’t tell anyone, and I can’t tell the police either, I thought maybe someone powerful like you could help my mom and my dad.

  If not, I understand. I know you are pretty busy with your ships and stuff.

  Thank you for listening,

  Anne.

  p.s., I love your last name, it is the same as my first name.”

  John could see the smearing where Bethany Anne’s tear must have soaked into the page. He shook his head, grabbed the letter’s envelope with the address and started walking out of her suite.

  John now knew the approximate where and the why now he had to figure out the what to do about it.

  He reached up to hold down the small microphone’s call button on his collar, “This is John, our Queen is AWOL.”

  QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 18 hours before meeting

  Bethany Anne reached out to grab the offered letters, “Thanks, Kevin.” She nodded her thanks and grabbed an apple from the fruit available on the sideboard, “Ashur!” She called over her shoulder. She heard Ashur get up from his location under the table where Team BMW was eating. They were such wusses about feeding him. One sad face and all three men caved and tossed him food under the table.

  Yet, they blamed each other for being the one who fed him.

  Ashur caught up to Bethany Anne on her way to the suite. She nodded to a few in the hallways and ruffled Ashur’s head. She would swear he had gained a couple of inches.

  TOM.

  Yes?

  Could Ashur gain in size after coming out of the Pod?

  Yes, that is possible. The nanites might have decided he needed to change for some reason. Possibly due to his continued physical efforts during your training. We can always put him back in the Pod and have a look.

  No, it’s not that important. At least, not yet.

  Bethany Anne nodded to the guards up from the doors leading to the Bitch’s and the Elites areas and finally, down to her own suite. She might have just walked Etherically to her suite, but it was good for everyone to see her.

  She entered her room, the door already opened by ArchAngel and mumbled ‘thanks’ as the door shut behind her. Biting into her apple, she walked into her bathroom. Ashur jumped up on her bed.

  “Hey!” She turned towards her door, “Don’t shed all over my bed. I had to get the last cover cleaned. What the hell were you pissed about, anyway?”

  Ashur chuffed from her bedroom.

  “That’s not my fault! Your lazy ass didn’t go to the cafeteria in time to catch them.” Another chuff, “Bullshit, they aren’t required to eat at the same time every day because you have a preference. Besides, you always have dog food available.” Bethany Anne grinned when she heard Ashur’s whined response.

  She turned and tossed the apple core into the trash can and then started going through the mail.

  She picked up the first letter, “I’ve won an island…file 13.” Then the next, “I’ve been asked to join a symposium on technology next month, another file 13. I have unpaid speeding tickets in Florida. Huh, wonder if I should frame this one.” She shrugged and tossed the envelope into the trash.

  She saw an envelope in nicer block handwriting but done in a crayon. Weird. She opened it up and read the letter inside.

  Then, she read it again, slowly.

  ADAM, track this address. Is this legitimate?

  >>Yes, there is a family of three living at that address in Las Vegas.<<<br />
  Who does the dad work for?

  >>Security Blocked, unknown at this time.<<<br />