In a few more days my first book, printed in Portuguese, will be released, closing the first cycle.
In 2013 I had twelve tales published in ebook format, finished the year reviewing the second book and started to write the third. This year promises to be even better.
To start, see below the translation of the post where I issued one of the characters from the second book. One of the six more powerfull women of the world, according to the story.
This post brought me a problem. The other characters were jealous. One of them demanded her own book. Soon you will be presented to "The director Katsumi", a chronicle already translated to English. I can't play with that powerful vampire woman.
Next cycle will be the translation of my other books to English.
So I will make a request: If you find any flaw, meaningless sentences, dubious meaning or any nature of error in this translation, please let me know. I will appreciate any help on this.
The photo is not of the character, is the Italian actress Sophia Loren at 31 years old, the same age of the character described in the text.
It is the face that Jean Pierre haven't seen.
The unseen thing
In
1998 the situation in Algeria was very delicate. A civil war was
going on. There was some evidence that vampires could be involved,
promoting carnage among the poorest most remote of the civilized
centers. Preliminary investigations suggested a possible formation
of terrorist cores. A team of three officers was sent from Paris to
the Southeast region of the Sahara desert, following some clues left
by a local militia, to investigate the possible participation of
vampires. The last radio communication from the team, made the day
before, said they were close to finding a lair, with at least six
targets.
The
beautiful brunette Alice was concerned about that mission. It was she who had sent Luí Gerard to investigate,
accompanied by two agents without much experience, thinking it would
be just a stroll along the sands of the desert. A simple
job, nothing dangerous. But now something in her heart was
tight. No one on the base could even imagine that she was having an
affair with Luí Gerard. A relationship like this was
against the rules of the Organization and she knew she had a duty to
set an example. If anyone else foud out, she would lose her post and
it would complicate the life of the general Commander, Joseph Espério,
who believed in her.
The
complications began in the morning, in the first hour of the day,
when she read the reports received during the early hours. The last
vampire interrogated the day before, in the skillet in Cairo, before
frying revealed that the Algerian militia was under influence of
vampires, and so those clues received before led into a trap. They
shouldn't have sent researchers, but a full team of attack. Luí
Gerard and the two agents could be following up against a stacked
deck.
Called
the communications agent in service:
-
Raphael, can we call our agents back, or at least warn them?
-
No Ma'am, they are in the middle of the desert. Their plan was to
follow by land, in a jeep, photographing the site, recording the
coordinates for the strike team and back before the sun goes down.
-
So we have to send another rescue team, and fast. Who is available
now?
-
Here in Paris we only have an inexperienced agent, Henry. To get the
minimum Protocol of two agents, gotta check with Madrid, Geneva or
Tel Aviv, but it may take a few hours to set up a team.
-
No, that's a long time. Call Henry, even without experience, he is a
trained agent and can serve as support. We've got anyone else who
can go right now.
-Who,
Madam?
-Myself.
I have years of experience in the field, and I'm well trained.
Arrange a transport with the Base d'Aéronautique Navale since I
seen my armor and I check my weaponry. I want to leave immediately,
to rescue them before the sun sets.
The
rescue operation followed a standard protocol, planned as a
precision military mission: two officers with combat equipment, with
orders to locate the team in danger, do turn around and protect
themselves in some safe place. Alice and agent Henry, a boy newly
arrived from the training center of Tel Aviv, departed from Paris on
a military jet to the Akhamok Airport, neighbor of Tamanrasset,
Algeria. They were with their standard combat equipment: alloy armor
super-tough including the helmet to be worn on body fights,
extremely sharp short sword, two hunting knives, espionage equipment
for location and other small gear. They took about seven hours to
cover the route Paris-Sahara. In Tamanrasset airport already were
expected by a helicopter to take them to the desert, following the
last known way done by the team of investigators on the ground.
Still had about two hours of Sun to find agents, before they see the
grace of the night and the dangers that lurked.
Everyone
knew that the desert is treacherous, but did not expect to run into
a sandstorm just 50 minutes after the departure, which interfered in
helicopter engines. Luckily had time to locate the Jeep of
researchers, empty, minutes before landing. The experienced pilot in
that desert reported that could take off again, but would have to
return immediately, aborting the search.
Alice
was against:
-You
two will back. I will continue with the Jeep, until I find the boys.
-
But Madam, is already almost dark. It's not safe. This region is
inhabited by violent tribes who dislike nor the Tuaregs, the local
people, and can be dominated by terrorists.
-
I have to find our agents. Go back to the airport and send another
team by air or by land to find us. We will be returning in this
Jeep. I have a tracking device that let on.
Henry
tried to intervene:
-I'm
stay with you.
-No,
I have a better chance if stay alone. The smaller the group, then
easier the escape.
-Maybe
we can do better. I'm going to request a plane to rescue her. There
is a clandestine airstrip two miles away, ahead. Is used by
terrorists, but we let a team of soldiers watching. Holds up to a
small Jet, is the best way to get it out of the region after dark. I
expect will be here in an hour.
-Okay,
I'm going to find our people, then follow the sound of the plane,
two miles to the East.
There
were no goodbyes. The pilot and Henry boarded the helicopter and
left back. She was examining the Jeep. Still had about an hour of
daylight. Deduced that Gerard had followed on foot in the direction
of a rock formation, about five hundred meters to the North, at the
foot of the Ahagar mountains. If the vehicle was left, means he
wants to surprise someone, or at least avoid the noise. Unlike him,
her intention was to draw the attention of their agents, then
climbed into the Jeep, turned and headed toward the rocks, quickly.
It had no difference, because the noise of the
helicopter was much taller than an automobile engine, and should
have alerted anyone who hid there.
She
didn't have to look far. Even with all her training and prepared for
the worst, it was a shock to find three bodies hidden among the
rocks. The three agents had no chance without armor and without any
heavy combat equipment. Needed to make a huge effort not to cry and
another even bigger to gather forces and examine the corpses. Their
mission was to investigate and register the possible location of a
den of vampires. Came equipped only with research equipment and
record. She herself had already participated in numerous missions of
this type. With his experience soon identified the bite marks on the
bodies of the boys, although it also had perforations of Spears.
Gerard was with a broken neck, the two others was the spine. Typical
modus operandi vampire.
The
agents had found their targets, just haven't had time to get out.
Indicated the possible existence of a cave nearby, because the damn
monsters never would to that scorching sun. Spears and marks the
spot where the bodies were left indicated that were helped by humans
of the local tribe. The vampires were made slaves.
Examined
in more detail the bodies looking for spying equipment hidden in the
clothes. Cameras and locators, which should have registered
coordinates and photographs of the last places that the boys
visited. Would be used by the teams to attack, they would avenge the
companions. Gathered all the equipment she found, when she saw the
shadows of the rocks were stretching eerily. The last rays of the
Sun were already retreating. Heard a noise of plane in the distance.
Ran to the Jeep, already putting his battle helmet. It was
uncomfortable, but would guarantee her life until she reach the
plane. Started the engine and headed eastwards, praying not to hit
any stone or fall into some hole.
A
few minutes later she had to turn on the headlights. The Sun
disappeared behind the mountains and the darkness engulfed
everything around. The next ten minutes were appalling. There was
only a kilometer, the halfway point, when a spear buried herself in
the seat of the passenger seat, thrown from somewhere further back.
If she weren't alone now have the company of another corpse.
Immediately proceeded to drive in zig-zag. By the corners of the
eyes, where the visor of the helmet allowed, saw individuals running
walk on both sides of the jeep, keeping about ten metres away. The
damn vampires could run much faster than this, so they were playing
with it, confident that they had already won the battle. Her only
chance was to get to the plane, without panicking. Kept cold blood
and accelerated in a straight line, leaving the evolutions.
She
saw what she thought was the silhouette of the tail section of the
plane, some three hundred yards ahead. Her pursuers also saw, and
accelerated the race, leaving her behind. Classic tactic: attacking
the pilot of the plane to prevent any leakage and done more victims.
Stepped
up on the accelerator, withdrawing the sword that she carried at the
waist, hoping the pilot resisted for a few minutes.
When
the headlights illuminated the scene, thought all was lost. There
were two bodies on the ground, each surrounded by two vampires. One
of the fallen moved, trying to fend off the attackers, crawling back
under the plane. The other didn't even budge. Two other vampires
were standing, watching and waiting for her arrival. Six targets
against her alone.
Pointed
the Jeep straight to the plane, without slowing down. Saw the
expression of disbelief on the face of the vampires stared at one
another.
When
the shock seemed imminent, took a turn at the wheel, causing the
Jeep passing inches from the plane and jumped up of vampires who
have gone astray in the last minute. His sword intercepted the neck
of one of them on the trail, chopping off a head. Fell Roland toward
another that if lower, and that was still trying to understand what
was going on. While he was dumbfounded, won a sure-fire hunting
knife in the heart, that went in and out causing a fountain of
blood.
Her
fall the launched down the nose of the plane. Managed support her
feet in the landing gear and reversed the momentum to jump over the
fallen man, in the direction of one of the vampires that lined.
Attacked the legs of the guy with the sword, doing a nasty cut to
the unbalanced. The man fell on a knife positioned to enter straight
into his chest. This time the knife was stuck.
The
other three vampires seemed silly, cheap still surprised by being
attacked. Two woke up almost at the same time. One shot a spear in
his direction, which hit diagonally at the height of the rib, and
was deflected by armor.
Could
hold the spear with the hand that was free and turned toward the
second vampire who ran to meet him, perhaps wanting to punch her.
But he was smarter, stopped centimeters from the tip, about three
feet in front of you. The vampire looked at the tip of the spear,
sketching a cynical smile. Raised his face toward her and gave up
the smile when her sharp sword crossed a neck, knocking down another
head.
A
thunderous noise exploded very close. The runaway Jeep without
driver had run for about 100 meters and crashed head-on with a huge
rock, bursting into flames that lit up all around. The two remaining
vampires disappeared. She can hear his footsteps running across the
desert, raising too much dust illuminated by the flames, according
to far. Probably backed down and went to get reinforcements. Win
some precious minutes.
Took
a deep breath to reduce your blood pressure. It was examining the
body down. Local army uniform dead due to a deep cut on his neck.
The second man was still protecting yourself near the landing gear,
trembling, but alive. Wore a uniform of French pilot. She took off
her helmet, spreading her long hair, and went to see his condition:
-Are
you okay? Was injured?
-I'm
fine. But the Lady, is ...
-No,
I'm not an actress and this is not a movie. Can you fly this plane?
-I
think so. Who are ... I mean, who were these men?
-Dealers.
Working for terrorists. Let's get out of here, they will be back at
any moment.
The
man stood up, looking with expression of dread for the heads and
puddles of blood on the floor.
-Has
some soldiers around, should be at the other end of the track. They
were clearing when we were attacked.
-I
am the goal of drug dealers. The soldiers must know to take care of
yourself. Will be safer when I'm gone.
-I
was sent to rescue a team of four people. Are they with you?
Took
off a few minutes later, just long enough for small turbines of the
MS 760 Paris, known as the Pocket Jet, win rotation. When they won,
the pilot asked:
-Where
are we going, Mademoiselle?
-Paris,
let's go to the Naval Base, if this aircraft have the autonomy to
get there.
-Yes,
there is. By the way, we didn't have time for formal introductions.
I am Commander Jean Pierre Bordeaux, the best pilot of Mirages that
France has.
-Just
my luck, although this ship was not a Mirage. I'm Alice Loren, a
simple Executive.
-Madam,
do you have any ...
-No,
my looks and my last name has nothing to do with the actress. Are
just coincidences. Fate likes to play with me. My name is from
baptism, I'm French. Sophia is Italian, and adopted his surname when
he was nearly an adult. My appearance is meant to be, I was born
when she was over thirty years and we don't have any kinship ...
-Honestly,
I can't tell which of the two the fate wanted to honor, Mademoiselle
...
-Another
thing, Commander. You never saw me, this mission has never existed,
and I've never heard of drug dealers or terrorists.
Jean
Pierre could see the sword still with some blood splatters, stuck in
his waistband that beautiful and strange woman.
-Perfectly.
You wouldn't believe the things I've ever seen, I mean, the things I
never saw in my assignments. Right now, this plane is retired
without being able to fly over a year and I'm not here. I'm
officially in the cockpit of a Mirage, accumulating hours of flight
time on a simple mission of aerial reconnaissance over Morocco.
-You
seem reliable, but I'm sorry, I'm one more thing you never saw.
When
they were to land, she called his Base by radio and asked for an
agent to pick her up.
In the car, made a quick report of what happened,
delivered the equipment recovered and ordered the formation of three
strike teams, as soon as the equipment to be decoded.
It
was four o'clock in the morning when he got to his apartment,
completely exhausted physically and emotionally. Went straight to
your bathroom, took off his armor and stayed until dawn under the
shower, sitting naked on the cold floor, embraced in their own legs
and crying convulsing.
At
nine o'clock she was entering the base, wearing a black dress,
sunglasses, hair loose over her shoulders, turning the heads of
everyone who saw it, men and women. Some agents did not believe how
could she be so cold, coming so soon to work after lose three
officers in a failed mission. She went straight to her room, opened
all the curtains leaving the Sun enters, but continued using the
glasses throughout the day.
Followed
her normal routine, dispatching documents to release the bodies to
the families, creating fatal accidents to justify low signing
release of indemnities and even entertained two new agents, sent by
Tel Aviv: Pierre, a young man who spoke several languages, and that
could be useful as interpreter, and Maciel, a degree in
architecture, which could hardly have any use out of your training
as a soldier, and who was sent to work in the archives.
Late
in the afternoon came the report of Algeria. Balance of the mission:
twenty human casualties, including the soldier at the airstrip, and
all the other employees of the vampires; six casualties of agents
including the three investigators; twenty targets neutralized,
including the four who herself eliminated alone. The entire area
sanitized, which by the standards of the hunters meant total
success. The news spread the base with the speed of lightning, and
then the agents took note of the details of the previous day.
All,
without exception, admire and respect even more the Commander of the
Base Paris, Alice Loren, the unique woman who commands a Base of the
hunters, the unique that leave to assist their agents personally;
the unique who alone has eliminated four enemies on the same
mission, the only one in less than twenty-four hours reverted a
failed mission in a total success, and only after all this worked
all day, usually beautiful and steamy. The Commander with only
thirty-one years of age and two in command, already showed that
became a legend.
No
one imagined that Alice Loren, the woman, weared sunglasses all day
to hide his swollen eyes dry of tears, who was with her heart torn
apart and hollowed out, and who worked desperately in an attempt to
drown out any feeling that wants to touch on and betray her.
