Free DJ's Mission by A. E. McCullough Page B

her well
defined curves and that was fine with her. She knew full and well that
deception and misdirection were just two facets of the Art of War.
    The worst aspect of this mission was lying to
Kaitlyn. She had a quick mind and a natural aptitude when it came to Parkour.
Stephanie had originally taken the job only as part of her cover. This would
allow her nearly unlimited access to the Thomas’ mansion. She had intended to
just humor the spoiled little rich kid by teaching her some basic flips and
vaults. But after spending one week with Kaitlyn, she had become impressed with
the natural talents and focus of the young girl and had started training her in
earnest. Stephanie wanted to push her to her very limits in the short time they
had together.
    As the two women moved into the gymnasium,
Stephanie’s mind replayed the events of earlier this morning. She had seen the
arrival of the two Coalition officers and a bounty hunter. The officers had to
be part of some sort of investigation committee. There was no other logical
assumption and it was something she had planned for but the bounty hunter, that
was not in the plan. Additionally, he had been accompanied by an android that
looked so similar to the one standing next to her student that it could be its
twin.
    As she wrestled with the implications both arrivals
presented, two questions haunted her; how would they affect her mission and did
she need to contact her handler to see if he wanted her to advance the
timetable?
    *   *   *   *   *
    Even as Roger Thomas, retired Admiral and chief
executive of Titan Avionics, took the call from his friend and the head of the
Saturn Sheriffs, he looked at the hard body of his step-daughter’s tutor with
longing. The parkour coach had nearly perfect curves with skin as white as snow
and ruby red lips. There was just something so enticing about the way she
moved, so graceful and effortless that it was nearly animalistic. He always
found it hard to concentrate whenever she was in sight.
    “Admiral, did you hear me?”
    Roger turned away from the departing ladies and
tried to recall what his friend had said but failed miserably. “Actually no I
didn’t, I was a bit distracted. What was that you were saying?”
    Jeffery Kassinger took a deep breath to calm
himself before continuing. “The Coalition investigating officers have arrived.
From early reports and the files our contacts in the Coalition have
transmitted, the lead investigator is one Commander Alexander Cline. Nothing
spectacular about his career with one exception, he was a captain for almost a
year but was recently demoted. He appears to be the bookworm type, think
accountant with a silver oak leaf. His assistant is a blonde bimbo named Evans.
She appears to be an airhead who obviously only got her rank by her skills in the
bedroom.”
    Roger punched the corresponding data on his
computer. “I’m looking at their Fleet service records now. They shouldn’t be a
problem. Just keep them busy and flood them with data. Whenever they ask for
something, give it to them immediately but double or triple the amount of
information. Keep the truth buried under a pile of paperwork and everything
will be fine.”
    Kassinger nodded. “Okay, next problem. That
reporter strichmädchen and her sidekick are here also.”
    “Strichmädchen? I’m not familiar with that term.
What the hell is that?”
    Kassinger paused and scratched his chin. “What
would be a good translation? Hmmmm…prostitute? Hooker?”
    Roger shook his head. “That isn’t polite, even
from you, to say that about her. Unless you have some proof? Some revealing
images perhaps?”
    Kassinger shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”
    Carnal thoughts intruded on his attention and
Roger couldn’t resist the urge to punch up the cameras from the gymnasium.
Images of Stephanie and Kaitlyn stretching filled the monitor screens. Once
again crude thoughts about the parkour coach and his step-daughter intruded