Free The Orion Assignment by Austin S. Camacho

service. Why would your organization be in contact with me, if I have no illegal intentions? Besides, even if I were doing anything unusual, I have always worked alone. I repeat, there must be no interference or observation.”
    â€œIt would be physically dangerous for anyone to do so,” Morgan added in a low monotone.
    â€œMessage received,” Grey grimaced, rubbing his back for emphasis.
    Grey and Felicity locked eyes in a way which, in ancient times, would have been more significant than a signed contract. Then she reached out to shake his hand, bringing an abrupt end to their conversation.
    â€œWell, Mister Grey, I suppose you’d better be going,” she said. “I believe our business is concluded.” She walked him to the door and helped him with his coat. As she opened the door, she blessed him with one of her patented smiles.
    â€œOff the record, sir, it does seem that good Saint Patrick did an incomplete job of it those long years ago. So yes, for my uncle’s sake, I will help to get this one last snake out of Ireland.”

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    In the total stillness of dawn, Sean stepped out of his bedroom door on tiptoe. He figured his house guests would still be asleep. After all, he had heard his niece pacing in the kitchen long after he went to bed. He knew the two of them had been up late making their plans for how, in the next few days, they would take everything O’Ryan had away from him.
    Sean always got up early, but he didn’t know if his house guests were early risers too so he dressed as quietly as possible. But when he stepped into the living room at dawn he found a vacant couch. The sheets and blanket were folded in a very precise, military manner, with the pillow on top of them. His first suspicion proved wrong. Felicity’s door stood open and that room was also empty.
    Curious, Sean opened the front door and looked out. The air was crisp, perhaps fifty-five or sixty degrees. On his right, Morgan was on hands and toes, back straight, facing away from the door. He wore a gray sweat suit and running shoes. Felicity’s voice said “Go,” and the black man’s arms started pumping out perfect push-ups.
    Felicity, to the left of the door, wore similar attire to Morgan’s. Her body was rigid as she stood with her hands together at her chest in an attitude of prayer. Her hands moved upward in slow motion until she was stretching for the sky, then in one fluid movement she bent forward until her palms rested on the ground. Still her knees were locked and her feet had not moved. Her forehead touched her knees, then those knees flexed, her left foot stretched back and her back arched until she looked skyward.
    This strange mystique fascinated Sean. He neverimagined the girl was so limber. Her flexibility seemed in direct counterpoint to the power of Morgan’s rhythmic rising and dropping.
    As he watched, Felicity extended her other leg until it too was straight and she was in push-up position. At first he thought she was suspended there but soon he could see her dropping in an extreme slow motion push-up. Just before her breasts touched the ground she stopped and lowered her head to touch the earth with her forehead.
    The priest stepped out for a better view as Felicity’s arms straightened. Soon her back was arched, her face turned skyward. Then she seemed to reverse her position, until her hips were thrust skyward with her body in an inverted “V”. Her feet stayed flat on the ground. After a brief pause, she moved her left leg forward, planting her foot two inches behind her left palm. The leg then straightened and the other slid forward, bringing her full circle to the first bent over position. Once more her head touched her knees.
    When she stretched up Felicity filled her lungs. Then her arms went out to her sides. The tension was evident when she pulled her hands back in to the prayer position, pushing the air out of her