Jet Warriors

by Shadiat Shoyombo

It is the year 2220 AD and Earth has undergone rebirth, at the center of this new order is Jet Warriors Corporation, the planet's number one security outfit, whose job is to maintain peace. Unknown to the Captain of Jet Warriors Corporation, Dare Bashorun, and his co-warriors, there is a century-old supernatural evil hibernating somewhere in the bowels of Earth, waiting to conquer the planet.

A fun sci-fi thriller from a new African author.

ISBN 1-59431-522-1 Thriller /Sci-fi / Heritage / Futuristic / Romance

Cover Art © by Maggie Dix





Chapter 1

24 March, 2220 AD

"Daré this is serious. Things are getting out of hand. If this guy is not stopped soon, there is no telling the amount of damage he will cause the city."

"I know," the man called Daré told Mitara, the beautiful woman standing before him. "But we have to be quite careful. The man is quite elusive, so we've got to take things carefully to be able to get him."

"You are wrong, I think we should intensify our search for him. The best way to deal with an evil criminal like him is to give off fire for fire."

Mitara was a very confident young woman. Vivid as her looks, she was always passionate and set where her job was concerned. She had a knockout hourglass figure with stunning red hair and green eyes that complimented this fiery nature of hers perfectly.

Daré shook his head tiredly, not wanting to have a lengthy argument with her. Especially as it was clear that she was making a good point. "I guess you are right. Intensifying our search for the criminal is a good idea though I think my way will be just as appropriate. I will see to it that the search for the man is intensified like you suggest," he gave in to her.

"You had better," Mitara told him bossily. "That man, Pierce Kasinine, is just too evil to be treated with kid gloves. He has committed both rape and murder incessantly, and is the worst criminal this planet has seen for a long time. Our citizens--especially the females--will never be quite safe until he is put away on The Island."

"I know. We will try our damnedest to nail him," Daré told his ferocious partner coolly. "I just want you to realize that no matter how we approach the issue, we have to be very careful. The man is too cunning for us to hope to get him by just rushing into things. We have to be very tactile too."

They were both top members of the Jet Warriors Corporation, Earth's leading security organization. Over the past three years, Daré Bashorun--known to his friends as Bash--together with his partner Mitara Khalil had built a grand crime-fighting organization out of the Corporation, which was formally a filthy, corrupt outfit. In the first year of their appointment as Captain and Assistant Captain of Jet Warriors Corporation, they had almost completely rid Earth of the crime-wave that had threatened to overwhelm it and in the process made the Corporation Earth's No. 1 security body and the people's favorite. The two and all the other officials of JWC had really done a good job, keeping crime at the barest minimum for a long time and maintaining a level of peace that was higher than any the planet had ever known at any one time. Until now.

At the moment, that record of peace and quiet had been broken by Pierce Kasinine, a vicious rapist and murderer who sprang up in Jopolis, Earth's capital, and wreaked continuous havoc amongst its female citizens.

Up to date the extent to which his evil deeds had spread was breath-stealing. The records kept on him by the Corporation showed that his victims amounted to twenty-two: five married women, seven single adult women, and ten teenage girls. No one in the history of crime in the present civilization had ever gone that far. The man was simply irrepressible, having a voracious appetite for sexual murder that just refused to be satiated. Mitara was right in a way, the man posed a great threat to female Jopolitans, and had to be stopped as soon as possible before he got completely out of hand. It was just that Daré believed that there were better means of achieving that end than outright force. Cunning and stealth have been known to win the day in such difficult cases as this.

"Well, I've got to run along now," Mitara's silkily husky voice broke into his short reverie. "It's 5pm already and I have to stop at mother's. And Daré, do not forget that we have an appointment with Whiz."

Daré remembered then that Whiz Shekoni, Mitara's learned and extremely ingenious uncle, had invited them to dinner. Whiz was a descendant of the greatest wizards that ever walked the face of Earth, and like his forefathers he was a famous and fair wizard, and was consulted from far and wide by Earth's foremost personalities. He wondered what the exact reason behind the invitation was. It was a well-known fact that the wizard sent such invitations to very few people, and only did so when he had something very important to say to them. The fact that, in this case, one of those invited was his niece did not change this. The wizard had more on his mind than just a dinner get-together.

"All right," Daré said to Mitara, who was still awaiting his reply, "I will pick you at your mother's place and we will go over to Devil's Knoll together."

Mitara smiled, pleased at his answer, and went off.

Long after she had left, Daré could still perceive the whiff of her unique brand of sweetly elusive perfume in the air. He could swear that it was not made anywhere on this planet. It was a mixture of assorted tropical flowers and fruits, and a fragrance that was evasive in an out-of-this-world manner. It suited her just fine for it was as wild and sexy as she was.

He leaned back on the cushioned backrest of his seat and let himself drown in the brain-draining fragrance. It was one of those few moments that he let his guards down and permitted his sub-conscious to fantasize about what it would be like to get involved with Mitara. He wanted that so much--wanted the relationship that existed between them to grow into something more than what it was at the moment, and there were times he suspected that Mitara felt the same way too. But he had never done anything about it, and had even done his best to hide his attraction towards her.

The reason for this reluctance to get closer to her was his fear of commitment. He knew that once he started something with Mitara, he would never want it to stop, and he could not let that happen. He was always one to shy way from lengthy relationships. He had seen his friends trapped into marriage or relationships akin to that, and he did not want that to happen to him. Ever.

Yet he wanted Mitara and he could not stop thinking about her in his private moments. He spent sleepless nights doing nothing but fantasize about her. He could not get the sexy way she talked, the sweet fragrance that always enveloped her, and the brain-numbing way her body was curved out of his mind. Even now, he could not help but wonder what it would be like to take her into his arms and taste those lustrous generously curved lips of hers; to feel her soft body molding against his.

Daré shook his head irritably. What on Earth was he doing entertaining lusty thoughts about Mitara like a pubescent boy when he had a lethal rapist to pursue? For all he knew, she harbored nothing but sisterly affections toward him. He could only be imagining that she was as attracted to him as he was towards to her when she might actually never want to have anything intimate to do with him. He knew firsthand that she had a string of men in her life, men who were ready to do anything to get her, walking up the altar included. She did not need a commitment-scared jerk like him.

With a frustrated sigh, knowing that this chastising thought did nothing to ease his hunger for Mitara, he began packing up for the day. Might as well go home and have a cold shower before going to pick her up. He needed it, what with the heat his thoughts had generated in him.