Well as you all know there is a section of the "Alien series" where I love to pull a very interesting little thing known as a surprise added bit of fun with all of the interactions between the young woman named Katherine "Kitty" Katt and her still newest strange buddies. Who just so happen to be the true aliens of the series or in truth is it really the other way around? Well I know the answer to that more than any you for sure, yet let's hope with this first part of over the top one liners from the second novel within the series called
Now when we left off from at the end of "TOUCHED BY AN ALIEN" the first book in this series I told you of these Aliens that were from Alpha Centauri who were hunting down another alien race calling themselves "SUPERBEINGS" that could take on human form to hide within plain everyday sight an when the Centauries save Katherine Katt from a last day of jury duty she ended up smack dab in the middle something not really full of fun at least at first it seemed that way, still she had to admit she did like one of the aliens named Jeff one of her team mates at the time of while hunting down the meanest of the SUPERBINGS and her last bit of over the top dialogue was something to the effect that he a "Superfast beings shouldn't piss off the comics geek -girl". The opening of "ALIEN TANGO" isn't involving any type of Cha-Cha, Square, or even any Polka type of placing one's foot to the ground in the right spot...of moving to music of any kind. Nah in fact the novel starts with Katherine and her team that she is in charge of is learning more of how to fly air force jets, while Jeff Martini he friend of the friends of the A-C as they call themselves around each other seems to be keeping Katheine's mind focused on the matters of business of the moment rather it's good for both of them or not like when the two them are having a simple conversation while Jeff's cousin Christopher next to them both when Jeff mother calls them.
Christopher rolled his eyes. "If I have to tell Aunt Lucinda one more time that you're tied up in an important meeting, I'm going to kill you." Martini rubbed his forehead "What did she want this time?"
Christopher didn't answer and looked at me "Great landing Kitty."
"Your mother wants to know why you haven't dumped me yet and married a nice A-C girl or boy like your suppose to." A-Cs didn't have hang-ups about same sex relationships. They just had them about interspecies and interreligious ones. Christopher flushed. Got it in one! " It's not like that," he muttered, but he was now looking at his shoes.
"And you wonder why I 'm dodging her calls?" Martini hugged me. "Let's get inside."
"Jeff it's not Christopher's fault." It was mine, for being human an falling in love with her son, at least, as far as I'd picked up. Or Martini's, for doing the same with me. The whole "saved his life" thing didn't seem to factor in for Martini's parents. "Maybe if I met them--"
"Not a great idea!" both Christopher and Martini chorused.
"How bad can they be?" I mean, Christopher, your father seems to think I'm okay." Richard White was the Sovereign Pontifex for the A-Cs, or as I thought of it, their Pope with Benefits.
"My father thinks you're great."
"But I'm not his son's girlfriend." Both of them winced ,because that had been a close call, and the three of us normally did our best not to bring it up. So, my bad, as pretty much always. Maybe Martini was right to keep me away from his parents. Now I know that most of what was said here seems more of a deeper dramatic dynamic than so much as funny but I will dwell deeper in the third book of this series! Let's continue to see where the falling apart part are in this one shall we?
While Kitty and Martini are having a nice meal with her folks at the start of this story and learning of "BIGGER THINGS" yet to come for both of them throughout the rest this little yarn, there is without a doubt some very interesting dinner conversation.
Well, this topic had somehow gotten more unpleasant than the high school reunion one. I tried for another idea change-either it'd help or I'd achieve the hat trick in terms of bad dinner conversation. "So, Mom, which politicians are you seeing?"
"The President and his closer advisers," she said quickly. I got the impression she was all for us getting onto a mutual enemy kind of discussion. "Then some of the more influential senators and representatives." She made a face. "And, of course, some of the more repugnant ones."
"Like who?" I was all over the gossip. I never met these people, so it was like listening to E! D.C. Edition. "Any dirty affairs going on?"
Mom started laughing and almost spit her apple cider out. Martini and Dad were having a good chuckle, too. "Kitty, that's what Washington is dirty affairs of one kind or another." "Just making a joke," I muttered. Well, at least everyone else was laughing. "Just thought it'd be interesting to hear about what politicians your dealing with are like. I mean, I know the President, but I figured there could be bits of info you could share. "like who was zooming who, but I let that one stay unasked. "Pray you never run into the ones I dealing with right now," Mom said. "Like Reid," Dad agreed. Mom shot him a look and he clamped his mouth shut.
"Which subcommittees?" Martini asked before I could ask who Reid was and why we wanted to avoid him or her. I got the feeling Martini was trying to avert a domestic dispute, and realistically, if anyone would know when people were upset, he'd be the one. I let my curiosity pass.
"House South American Policy, Joint National Security, and House Immigration."
Oh sure, I ask, I get jokes. Martini asks, and she tells him everything. "Why would any of those be something you couldn't discuss with us?" Okay I let my curiosity about this Reid person, like what full name was, pass.
Everyone gave me the "duh" look. I gave it more thought and reminded myself that Chuckie had spent years teaching me how to be suspicious of anyone and anything. "We just had superbeing action in Paraguay, that'll be nasty no matter who knows what. Security and superbeings go hand - in -hand." I looked at Martini. "And I guess we do have a large immigrant population that'd fit right in with the rest of America's melting pot."
Mom nodded. "Yes It's nice to see some of the money we spent on your education wasn't wasted on keggers, comics, CDs, and football games only."
It seems things between the A-Cs and other ordinary humans seem to flair up really out of the gate just as Christopher's father Richard sends the team out to stop a possible Superbeing related event which leads into knowing more about this Reid "gentleman" that was mentioned above. When it turns out he is involved in a grand scheme to spread fear of knowing an A-C. Or is it more loathing than just fear? Here is Kitty's run in with Airport security, and Jeff at her side no matter what when it occurs. The Cop looked at me, and I reached into my purse. He went for his gun. Martini moved so fast I couldn't see it, but the cop was on the floor, knocked cold. "Jeff, what the hell?" Christopher asked, as he pulled me to the side.
"Oh that's going to be easy to explain," Reader said as he exited the stall of wonder.
"Yeah," Tim echoed as he joined us. "Why'd you knocked him out?" There were a lot of other men in the bathroom, all frozen in what looked like terror and all wanting, clearly, to know the same answer. A-Cs really couldn't lie, even when they'd worked at it for years, as Martini had. It was as was always the case in our bathroom escapades, up to me. "Federal officer," I barked. "Nobody move." The men complied; most of them hadn't been moving anyway. I jerked my head towards the cop. "Let's get him out of here." Martini nodded and hefted the cop over his shoulder. A-Cs were strong as well as fast. I managed to keep myself from drooling-every time Martini did something I considered overwhelmingly manly I wanted to have my way with him immediately, regardless of the situation.
I looked around and gave the men an icy stare. At least I hoped it was icy. I'd been practicing, and in the mirror it was intimidating. Reader and Martini had, so far, only laughed at it. " Gentlemen, you're lucky. I'd suggest you all do your best to forget this incident ever happened." I stalked out, with the rest of my guys following. My icy glance worked on strangers at least.
We got out of the bathroom, and I turned so we were at a waiting area that, happily, had no plane leaving or arriving for a while, so it was fairly empty. Martini dropped the cop onto a seat.
"You could be a bit nicer to him," Reader said.
"He was going to shoot Kitty," Martini snapped. "Well , he was probably going for his gun. But that doesn't mean he was going to fire." "No," Martini looked right at me. "He was going to shoot you. I felt it. He panicked and thought you were going for a gun. He was going to shoot to kill and ask questions later." Martini had kept his tone level, but his eyes were flashing. "It's Okay ," I said softly. "You were there." I pulled out what I'd been going for in the first place and used it to slap the cop awake. Martini had both of the cop's arms behind his back. "Yo, Rambo, you want to maybe not think about killing a federal officer the next time?" I opened the thin wallet and held it in front of his face." "P.T.C.U.?" he asked sounding fuzzy. "Presidential Terrorism Control Unit. You might want to learn these letters, son. Or I'll make sure you spend the rest of your days in Nome, Alaska." He nodded. "Sorry ma'am. You startled me." "You're lucky you're young and I'm somewhat forgiving." I looked up at Martini. " Let him go." He did, reluctantly, and the cop rubbed his wrists. "Look, please don't tell my superiors. I'll get reprimanded."
Martini lost it. He grabbed the cop by the back of his neck and flung him against the wall. He was in the cop's face within a moment, one hand holding the cop by the throat and off the floor. "You were going to kill her," he growled. "You better pray that all you get is a reprimand when I'm through with you." Christopher jumped over the seats and grabbed Martini's arm. "Jeff , not now and not here." Reader was on his cell, talking urgently. Tim was moving people away, telling them this was police business. And I had no idea of what to do. The cop was panicked and I saw his hand reach for hi gun again. "Kid, you really want to die, don't you?" I asked softly. His eyes met mine. "He's gonna kill me."
"No ," Gower 's voice came from behind me. At least Reader had had the brains to call for backup. "He's not. However, I'm going to have your badge pulled. Jeff, take his gun and let him go." Martini wasn't moving. "Jeff .... please," I said softly. He stood there for another few seconds , then he nodded and let go, pulling the cop's gun so fast I didn't see him do it.. He handed the gun to Gower , he didn't look away from the cop to do it.
So as you all know I may have in the overview of the actual story itself may have given out even better parts of the funny bits for sure, so I guess the only thing I have yet to share with all of you my grand readers is the ultra cool true beginning of this novel.
Which is this, ALIENS WALK AMONG US. Six months ago, that line would have totally freaked me out. Now I'm living with thousands of them and dating one-if you define dating as spending almost every walking hour together and pretty much every sleeping hour together, too, while maintaining separate living quarters. Aliens do walk among us- it helps that they're here to protect the Earth, and they're all gorgeous, too. They also run at hyperspeed, have talents humans don't, and really have the edge in terms of stamina, seeing as they all have two hearts. From my vast but specialized experience, they're also godlike in bed.
However, they can't handle human machinery like cars or planes, and they can't lie to save their or anyone else's lives. So humans have nothing to worry about. At least, not from the ones who live here.
From the others out there in space? Oh yeah, worry. Worry a lot.
But remind yourself that "our" aliens are watching over you, protecting the Earth and its citizens from danger. And if that doesn't make you feel all secure, this should. I'm watching over you, too.
Huh. I sort of expected more than the "Sounds of Silence."
Tough room.
For sure there will be more giggles I'm sure while I look for part two's laugh track which I can assure you will be fun no matter what?
To be continued......
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