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His grandfather advised Brian, Youre the heir to the gold. Marry a cute girl and live in Shangri La. A fun place to live and protect our cavern. Have kids. Keep the Scott line going. Dont let government politicians inherit the gold.

The Scotts family owned a secret cavern of gold; making them the wealthiest people to ever live on earth. Brians lethargic interest to earn money was understood by his buddy, Jerry. Jerry Winston descended from a line of American military officers now wealthy. The boys were star football players in high school, but decided not to play in college. They looked like brothers, both tall and handsome with muscular physiques. They had nurtured a coalescent bonding since grammar school. Neither was looking for a wife; the constraints of monogamy were too strict.

Brian was told he descended mostly from English people; but back several generations an Asian married a half white Indian girl who birthed Puss Lu. Boots Scott rescued her from a bordello and married her. Brians father, Barry. Scott, said: were not for Puss Lus perseverance to survive torture, none of us would be alive. Puss Lu was his great great grandmother; she had written a many page diary of her life.

Puss Lu was purchased by Wolf Sword, the owner of the tremendously large Palace, a famous Mexican bordello. He had experts teach her to sing and dance and she excelled beyond phenomenal; she became the star of the Palaces stage shows for wealthy men. Puss Lu also wrote about the life of her husband. Boots Scott believed God had chosen him to be Gods quick-gun Avenger at the age of fourteen. Brians grandmother typed her diary into manuscript form.

Jerrys Uncle John ran a private detective agency where most of his business was locating bail jumpers. Now he was 80 Uncle John was office bound, but he had a 55 year old detective still working for him. John hired Brian and Jerry to work for him during the summers. They infiltrated groups denied to older detectives. They became proficient finding bail jumpers and the three years passed bye quickly.

Brian and Jerry graduated college when they were 21 and worked full time for Jerrys uncle. When Uncle Johns secretary quit to get married. He hired June, the 18 year old daughter of a friend. June, a smart and beautiful girl out of high school, quickly became a proficient secretary. She enjoyed being teased by Brian and Jerry; her quick repartee when teased made them all laugh. They took her to lunch.

In the caf eating a Rubys combination hamburger she knew, but confirmed, You guys learned to fly?

Brian answered, Both planes and helicopters.

Jerry informed, I prefer the choppers.

June smiled. Ive never been up in a helicopter.

Her new friends got the hint. After lunch they drove to the Long Beach airport and rented a helicopter seating four. They thrilled June with a thirty minute ride over the harbor. They left her at the office to look for a bail jumper. June sat thoughtful. She fanaticized being married to Brian.

The short helicopter flight with June stirred Jerry. He had been brooding about the Iraqi war without telling Brian. They sat in a car watching a pool hall for a bail jumper. Jerry suddenly announced, Brian, I decided to join the Army. I want to fly those AH64 Apache helicopters in the Iraqi war. How about we both join? We have all the qualifications to make it. College degrees and already chopper pilots. You can bet your nickels theyll train us right away.

We could get killed over there.

Hell, you can get killed here. We lose more lives to auto accidents than we do in the war with Iraq. Cmon. Flying Apache choppers will be a thrill. Youre part Apache.

Brain smiled. Hed told Jerry one of his Scott ancestors had married an Apache slave girl. Brain said, Ive got a bit of Apache blood. Also, Chinese. Her father was Chinese. If we could trace back forty generations, wed likely find we came from a multitude of races.

Jerry persisted. How about it? Join with me.

My ancestors were retaliating fighters; hostile to survive. I didnt inherit their nature. Im a peaceful person.

Why did you study Karate?

Dad insisted. You know we have a gold mine to protect.

You have the quickest hands Ive ever seen. I gave up boxing with you a long time ago. Cmon. We dont clobber the terrorists over there theyll murder us over here.






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