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Compared to her incessant knocking, the woman’s voice was surprisingly calm and measured. Dr. Robert Belton glanced at the clock mounted on his kitchen wall – it was 8:59 a.m. With an irritable sigh, he placed his coffee mug on the counter and walked to the front door of his apartment.

“I heard you the first time. Just give me a moment, as I’m not dressed.” Looking through the peek hole, he saw an attractive dark-skinned woman in a dark purple M. I. P. uniform. The capital letter ‘P’ displayed after her name on her badge showed that she was from the dreaded Procurement Unit. She was flanked by two tall muscular male officers, armed with electro-pulse guns. One of the men had the pale green skin and violet eyes of the Ma’ Tine.

The Ma’ Tine Interstellar Police – Procurement Unit. They are like dogs who never lose a bone, he thought, when he opened his front door. Dr. Belton stepped aside to allow them entry.

The woman looked him up and down with a slight frown, then removed a tablet from the bag slung diagonally across her chest.

“I am Officer Karen Dunn, of the …”

“Whoopee. I can see and read” the doctor rudely interrupted. He glared at her with angry dark eyes.

“Dr. Belton – you knew that you were being picked up today at 9 a.m., yet you are still in your pajamas. You have ten minutes to change if you so choose, and to gather whatever personal affects you wish to bring – no more than what will fit in a duffle bag.”

“My bag is already packed” Dr. Belton grumbled. He glanced at the two male officers, and noticed that neither of them would look him in the eye. He noted the electronic collars around their necks, and snorted in disgust.



Dr. Robert Belton - before his contractual issues...lol

He fell back against the bar, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. He could smell their desire. When he stretched his muscular arms over his head, he arched his back, which in turn thrust his pelvis forward. Then he let out a deep sigh, which gave The Holy Trinity a start. Satisfaction was coming. His skin tingled when he opened his jewel-like eyes.

These three bitches are creaming their jeans about now, he thought, with a smirk.

After the zydeco band performed a few more songs, they exited the stage for another break. He noticed that the band appeared to be getting paid in drinks. He snickered, since they drank a lot. A man went over to an old jukebox in the corner, and inserted a few quarters. AC/DC’s ‘Night Prowler’ twanged to life.

Yes, he thought, with a chuckle. That would be me.

(Not fine-tuned yet)





The money that Grandma Brigid had originally withdrew for Uncle Damien’s bail was used for Joshua’s birth certificate. When the forger – a clean-cut looking man by the name of Ben – removed his hat and sat down with the women and Joshua around the kitchen table, they lost no time in hashing out the costs, and the details of the document.

“The name on the certificate should read Joshua Jedidiah Kendall…” Joshua began.

“No – don’t use Jedidiah” Brigid interrupted.

Joshua glanced at her with a raised brow. “But it is my name…”

“And as such, you don’t want to use it” she almost hissed. “Chose another name, if you really need to have another.”

Joshua sighed. He understood, of course. The real Joshua Jedidiah Kendall was hung three hundred and fifty years ago, according to the scant historical record…along with a vague physical description.

“Joshua Robert Kendall” he amended, with a steady gaze on Ben’s face. Robert. His father’s name.

Ben nodded, and wrote in his small notebook. Grandma Brigid placed a slice of pecan pie in front of him, and refilled his coffee mug. Ben’s eyes widened when he took his first taste of the pie.

“Mrs. Flannigan – this is good! You and Mrs. Nguyen should compete in a pie contest” he blurted, with a laugh.

Grandma Brigid raised a red brow. “Are you speaking of Grace Nguyen? I see her sometimes when I go to the bingo hall.”

Ben nodded, and shoved more pie into his mouth in an attempt to buy time to recover from his outburst.

“Have you done some work for her as well?” Grandma Brigid asked pointedly. Joshua and the young Brigid glanced at each other before focusing their attention to Ben.

Ben nodded sheepishly. Even though some in town knew that he was an expert forger, it wasn’t common knowledge. Up to this point, he was very discreet with his clientele.

“I swear – this is the first time I’ve ever blurted out anything. Please don’t mention this to Mrs. Nguyen or anyone else. I need the money, and I don’t want to lose anyone’s trust.”

Grandma Brigid chuckled. “As if I’d walk up to Grace and ask her about getting false documents.” She figured that if Grace was helping a relative or two from Vietnam, it was none of her business, especially as she was in the process of helping a former demon from Hell establish an identity. She reached across the table and placed one of her hands over Ben’s nervous one.

“At the next county fair, I’ll be sure to prod Grace into entering a pie contest.” She leaned back in her chair. “Let’s continue with the business at hand.”

Ben was only too happy to oblige. “So – what year were you born?” he asked Joshua.

“October 30th, 1991.”

Ben looked up from his notebook and stared into Joshua’s face.

“You look older than twenty-four…”

“You’re right” Brigid remarked. “Better to say that you were born in 1986.”

Joshua went along with the suggestion. “Okay – I’m twenty-nine…” He made a mental note to tell the women that he really was twenty-four years old when he was executed and sent to Hell. On the other hand, yesteryear’s twenty-four could now appear as today’s thirty year-old. Whatever…

“Birthplace?” Ben inquired.

“Plymouth, Massachusetts” Joshua replied.

Ben chuckled. “I thought I detected a Yankee twang” he said, good-naturedly. He wanted to ask Joshua what brought him to Angelo, Texas, but knew not to pry. He already made one mistake with his earlier outburst.

“Okay – I think that I have all that I need” he said, when he stood up and donned his Stetson.

Grandma Brigid stood up and handed Ben an envelope. “There’s twenty-five hundred – half. We can get the rest in two to three weeks.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Ben glanced at Brigid and Joshua, who also stood up. “Due to my big mouth, I’ll knock off five hundred.”

He looked at Joshua again, and appeared to want to ask him something. He remained mute however, and nodded instead of saying anything. Grandma Brigid walked him to the front door.

When Grandma Brigid returned to the kitchen, she smiled. Looking Joshua up and down, she let out a quiet laugh. He wore a better fitting sweatshirt and sweatpants that she had picked up from the local hardware store. With a pair of flip flops.

“Brigid dear – would you mind driving us to Walmart?”