The Samson Pill: Amalgamation Chapter 15

XV. June

Team Coop, as he called it though everyone else on the team referred to it as Luck’s Team, sat around a table. For the better part of two hours they had been reamed by a General who was less than impressed with their track record. In summary using a lot less descriptive words than she did, the team was a failure and was disbanded effective immediately. Al and Ant would receive their new assignments in the morning and Cooper was dismissed to return to his previous life. Malone was never an official member of the team as far as the General was concerned and would now be able to return to Salt Lake or wherever he decided to work since he quit his job when he found out his friend needed him. Not only his friend, but his government really.

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The Samson Pill: Amalgamation Chapter 14

XIIII.  April

“Hey buddy,” Malone said warmly and gave Cooper a bear hug. “Long time no see. Decided to hang out in our country for a bit, eh?” he smiled.

“Something like that,” Cooper said and scanned the mall’s food court to see if they were under surveillance. Just because he didn’t notice anyone didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched. Ever since he agreed to help Ant and Al he felt like he lived in a fish bowl. Always being watched. It was with some reluctance Ant agreed to give Cooper the weekend off. But the fact that did give in to this request made Cooper suspect he and Malone weren’t entirely alone.

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The Samson Pill: Amalgamation Chapter 13

XIII.  More January

Ant smiled and held out his hands slowly to show he meant no harm.  “That’s impressive,” he conceded.  “I did not expect to have this conversation until much later.  No, I did not kill your mom that night.”

“But you were there,” Cooper said slowly.  “That was you I saw running up the stairs.”

“Yes, that was me.  I was there.  But I was trying to save her, save you both,” Ant said slowly.  “But regrettably I arrived too late.”

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The Samson Pill: Amalgamation Chapter 11

XI. January…

Cooper walked slowly to his hotel room and smiled.  He ran his fingers through his hair out of habit.  If his dad were here he would tell him to get a haircut.  Cooper paused at the thought of his dad and shook his head to change his thoughts back to his plan.  The night had been what he would consider a success.  His plan was working.  So far anyway.  A week earlier he didn’t touch one thing in the casino. Not even a slot machine.  He spent his time observing and making mental notes.  It was time well spent.  His first night sitting at the tables he won $10,000.  Not too much to draw attention.  Just enough.  Vegas is a big town with plenty of casinos.  All he needed was patience and he would leave town a very rich man.  Not that becoming rich was his goal.  He planned to donate most of his winnings to charity.  No, this was a game to him.  He was doing it for the simple reason he could.  And he was bored. 

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