Missys misadventure, p.1
Missy's Misadventure, page 1
Missy’s Misadventure
P. G. Allison
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Missy’s Misadventure
Copyright © 2014 by P. G. Allison
All rights reserved. ISBN-13: 978-1505343823
Missy_the_Werecat@verizon.net
Also by P. G. Allison
Missy the Werecat
Missy Goes to West Point
Missy’s First Mission
Missy’s Misadventure
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
From the Author
Prologue
Aug 17, 2019
The Acceptance Day Parade was very meaningful for Missy this year. She was back, having returned from convalescent leave the day before. The Superintendent had been quite happy about accepting her back into West Point. Her “P” Branch buddies had even managed getting her close friend Tracy assigned as her roommate for the first half of the year.
They’d told General Blake how that would maybe help … in case Missy experienced any PTSD. While she was a supernatural and everything, she was also a nineteen year old girl who had just returned home from some recent combat. The General had been very glad to make a few calls. If there was anything else he could do for Missy, just let him know.
Missy had flown home two weeks earlier and had really enjoyed herself ever since. She and Mike had spent a lot of time together and somehow their relationship had gone to yet another whole new level. Their bond, whatever it was … whether a mating bond as she sometimes had believed or else perhaps a supernatural spiritual bond as her enhanced senses and instincts all seemed to be telling her more and more lately … it was now a stronger bond than ever.
As Missy marched with the Corp of Cadets out onto the Plain, one of the thirty three hundred upperclass cadets who were about to welcome the twelve hundred or so new plebes to join them, she was happy. Once again, she was where she was supposed to be and she felt a whole gamut of emotions.
They were all wearing their short-sleeve white shirts, white cross belts with polished brass breastplates, grey trousers, white gloves and white hats. They carried M14 rifles and moved in orderly precision, marching out while the band played. It was an impressive ceremony and one that she was able to appreciate now, much more than she had a year ago when she’d first participated in all this as a plebe.
Ceremonies were an important part of being in the military. Her Special Forces team had insisted on a ceremony, just to say goodbye to her. They’d all come over to the hospital in Kabul, mostly so Sergeants Carter and Harold could be brought outside in their wheelchairs. Hernandez and Heimbold had already been released, as had she. Five wounded out of the nine on her team, but all making full recoveries.
There had been some casualties for the other CAW teams, with over two dozen wounded and three dead. Captain Godfrey from Team Nineteen had been one of those killed. While the loss of these three lives would probably not be considered as very significant in the overall scheme of things and Campaign Angel’s Wing was now over, its objectives fully met, Missy was deeply moved by how great a sacrifice her fellow soldiers had made. They’d saved Afghanistan and probably Pakistan as well … at least for a little while. They’d died serving their country, as so many other soldiers had done in the past.
Colonel Chory had said some nice things about her during the goodbye ceremony and had even talked about the awards she’d eventually be receiving. In addition to the Purple Heart and Afghan Campaign Medal, she had been put in for a Bronze Star with “V” Device. The “V” Device was for valor and her actions in pulling Carter and Harold out of the line of fire had been written up in the citation as the reason why she had earned this medal.
She had been presented with one award which she’d been entitled to receive immediately. Colonel Chory was very pleased to be the one giving this to her. The Combat Infantrymen Badge, or CIB. This had a three inch wide rectangular bar with infantry blue background for a silver musket, all of which was superimposed on an elliptical oak-leaf wreath, also silver. The musket dated back to the War of Independence era. She would now wear this badge just above any of her service medal ribbons, with her Parachutist Badge positioned above that.
In many ways, Missy felt the CIB was her most important award. This award went to all those in combat and assigned to an infantry or Special Forces unit, but until recent years, women had not been assigned to such units. She was wearing it now and she knew it would always have tremendous meaning for her.
Mike had been at the ceremony, along with Les and Marsha. Major Flament had also been there. What she remembered about the ceremony was how difficult it had been to say goodbye. She knew these men would all have been very pleased to have her stay and continue serving with them. But, they’d all assured her how important it was for her to return to West Point. They’d all wanted her to go back and earn her commission as an officer. When they’d told her she was special, she really had laughed at that.
So, today Missy was indeed feeling all sorts of emotions and other things. Love from her Mike, her family and her friends; pride about what she’d accomplished; excitement about being back at the academy; and special. Yeah, the guys on Team Twenty-Two had definitely made her feel special.
Chapter One
Aug 18, 2019
“C’mon, Missy! You’ve made me wait long enough. Tell me all about Afghanistan.” They were finally alone in their room and the suspense was killing Tracy. There had been no opportunity for this conversation until now. Missy had not arrived until late on Friday night and there’d been no time before the big parade on Saturday. Then, ever since being released after the parade, they both had been out on Walking Privileges.
Tracy had been spending every possible minute with her boyfriend John while Missy had of course been with Mike. Neither one had returned Saturday night until the last possible moment, signing back in just before taps at 2300 hours. Then that morning they’d both signed right back out again as quickly as possible. Now, having returned at 1900 hours as required for Sundays, there was finally some time to talk.
Missy looked at her and smiled. “Are you going to tell me how things are going with my brother?” Tracy’s boyfriend John was Missy’s older brother, now starting his senior year in college up in Massachusetts. He was taking pre-law courses and after graduation he planned on attending law school in New York City. He wanted to be nearby during Tracy’s final two years at the academy.
“Don’t you dare try to change the subject, Missy McCrea!” Tracy was not about to discuss how deeply in love she now was with Missy’s brother. John was six feet with a nice build, handsome features, deep blue eyes, thick reddish brown hair and a winsome smile. His wry mischievous expression had captivated Tracy right from the beginning. And, after all they’d shared with one another since then, she knew she would never have eyes for anyone else.
Missy inhaled deeply and laughed. “You know that was a rhetorical question, right? Your body now has his scent so deeply imbedded with your own that it’s very obvious to me exactly how things are going for you two.” She was really pleased with how close a relationship Tracy had formed with her brother over the past year. They clearly were soulmates, just as she and Mike were.
It would be another two weeks before they’d once again be seeing their soulmate boyfriends. They would be taking a pass then for the Labor Day Weekend so they could leave the academy and be completely free.
Tracy had returned to West Point on July 8th for Cadet Field Training, out at Fort Buckner. On July 26th, she had run back with the rest of her class to Washington Hall and had then managed to see John during that weekend. Like with these past two days, that had only been Walking Privileges, which had lots of rules and limitations; they’d had to stay within the West Point boundaries. These did include Highland Falls and Fort Montgomery, with a long stretch along the Hudson River, but these locations didn’t really provide many places to freely frolic.
Fortunately, Tracy’s fencing coach Mr. Fargarson lived within these boundaries. Since he was also her sponsor, they’d been able to spend some quality time at his house. Just like during all of their visits the year before, this quality time was that part of the visit when Mr. Fargarson’s wife would drag her husband away for some
Tracy was pretty sure Mr. Fargarson had caught on by now, but he continued to play his role and always apologized for having to leave them. His wife really enjoyed being Tracy’s co-conspirator and considered all this quite hilarious.
“Very funny. John told me to say he sends his love. And, he’s really thrilled you made it back home. Safe. Alive. Not that he ever doubted …” Tracy let that thought just hang there. She’d heard Missy had actually been wounded. She was naturally very anxious to hear the whole story about just what Missy had actually been through.
Tracy had gone to Jump School with Missy for three weeks in June, right after their first year at West Point. They’d celebrated with their families right there at Fort Benning the day they’d graduated and received their Wings. That had been overshadowed somewhat when Missy had explained she was resigning from the academy July 1st in order to serve in Afghanistan. She had agreed to go back there and help, only this time not in secret and not as a cadet. This time, she’d gone as a regular Army infantry grunt, assigned to a Special Forces A-Team.
“I’m glad he never had any doubts … but, I don’t mind admitting that I did. Not at first, of course. When I’m doing things with my supnat powers, either as a cat or as a witch, my brain doesn’t have any place for doubts. But, when I’m trying to just be human? Even though I might be using enhanced senses … my mind will then process doubts. Worries. And, without Mike …?” She had insisted on Mike staying home this second trip to Afghanistan, but that had affected her most of all.
Missy had gone for her first trip over there during Christmas break, performing a special reconnaissance for two weeks, searching all through the Kunar Province and covering over four hundred square miles high up in the Hindu Kush mountains. That recon had been in her other form, as a cat, with only the US Government’s Paranormal Branch knowing about her. Tracy had heard all about what she’d done during that first trip but Missy had not told her very much about “P” Branch. She’d only known Missy was helping some of her mysterious friends.
Tracy said, “What was different this time? You had Mike with you last time but made him stay home this time. Was it because you weren’t being invisible the entire time but were serving out there with that A-Team? You resigned from the academy and none of us knew whether or not you’d be coming back. Start explaining. And, don’t be so vague about those government friends of yours. They told the Army about you being a cat, right?”
Paranormal Branch was a highly secret agency in the US Government. Congress and other government agencies all thought the organization existed to debunk all the claims about paranormal activities, alien abductions, etc. It was a well guarded secret that, indeed, some of those activities were real. While there weren’t any vampires or demons or aliens, there were some people who were real supernaturals. “P” Branch monitored witches and wereanimals all around the world.
Missy could Change from one moment to the next into a large cat, very much like a mountain lion, with a great shimmer of light and burst of her special energy. Having enhanced senses allowed her to experience things in ways that went far beyond what any human or cat might experience and she could go places in her mind and deal with all of them. Being able to compartmentalize all these things was just one more of her special abilities.
“Yes, some Army folks do know about me now. And, a few government officials know about me as well. That’s why they asked if I’d volunteer to go back, provided I’d keep my supnat stuff hidden. It was my idea to be visible. I wanted my serving with the Special Forces in my human form to be on my record.”
“Do these Army folks and government officials know all about you? Or, do they only know you’re a werecat? How much supernatural stuff do they know about, exactly?”
Missy’s energy for Shifting all came from within but she had also learned how to draw energy from all around her. In addition to being a werecat, Missy was a witch. Or, as her friend Tracy kept saying, Missy was actually a witch who could also shapeshift.
Tracy happened to be a very powerful witch herself, able to create and control light and fire. She was a fire witch who could also conjure up a storm and control lightning. Real witches were rare supernatural beings with special powers and abilities. These varied from witch to witch, but they were always about having and using energy.
“Yeah, Tracy, they do. They know all about witches.”
Missy was an earth witch. She had the power to heal and regenerate. And, she could push her healing power into others, healing them as well. Even more impressive, she could use and control an incredible amount of energy for all kinds of things. She could push this energy out ranging anywhere from slight pulses to large, destructive bursts. She could crush objects or people and do this from greater and greater distances away. And, she could move things around telekinetically, to include lifting them up so they would hover and float in midair. She was still learning just what all of her powers really were and how to control them.
She was also learning just how much her bond with Mike really mattered to her. For more than a year, ever since they’d started having sex, she could feel exactly where he was and what he was feeling. She knew what direction he was, how far away he was and she could send him mental messages. His mind experienced her words, just as though she were speaking to him. And, while he couldn’t send her any mental messages, she was able to feel his emotions. He could say yes or no with those. Thus, they were able to communicate back and forth and, as long as Mike was anywhere within five hundred miles, they were constantly experiencing one another.
For her first trip to Afghanistan, when she had done all that recon as a cat, she had described everything to Mike using these mental messages. He had then relayed her reports on to “P” Branch. She had worn a GPS collar just like the ones which the Wildlife Conservation Society used to tag snow leopards. Les and Marsha, a married couple from “P” Branch, had been in Kabul with Mike and had tracked her location while she’d been giving Mike all of her info. Les and Marsha had started referring to these reports as Missy Memos.
In addition to all the recon, Missy had managed to find and identify a secret Taliban base, having numerous caves all interconnected by tunnels and corridors, high on a mountainside overlooking the middle of the Korengal Valley. She had gone inside this base, spending a few days hiding in there and describing everything. Her info had been detailed enough that computer generated cutaways by “P” Branch could be included in the top secret reports they’d issued.
Finally, she’d brought out three German engineers she’d found chained up inside the base. They’d been kidnapped and were being held for ransom. Thanks to her messages to Mike, they had been picked up by a helicopter which landed high on a ridge in the middle of the night. She’d asked the Germans not to reveal anything about how she’d helped them.
Missy had then returned to West Point with only “P” Branch knowing any details about what she’d done. They’d issued her recon reports, explaining a supernatural asset had volunteered to help as a onetime thing. The reports were only given to those highly placed government officials who’d all been cleared to know about supernaturals being real.
“Tracy, they know I’m both a werecat and a witch. My friends haven’t told them anything about my mobster buddies and how I’ve handled things with them. But, they know pretty much everything that I’m capable of doing.” Missy had also dealt with some organized crime members, as a witch. Tracy had actually helped her with that. As had “P” Branch.
Tracy was very nervous now. “Which government officials? Besides the Army folks? Who else knows about you being a witch?”
“Well … there’s a few dozen who know about supernaturals. But, only a few actually know me by name. The Secretary of Defense, the CIA Director …”
“Sheeezzz! What about the President?”
“Probably. I didn’t meet him, though. I only met the Army guys.”
