Divine Deception: The Will Traveller Chronicals Read online

  By Dr. Robert James

  Divine Deception

  Copyright © Dr Robert James 2010

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  Cover Image by Kate Andersen

  Table Of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Author’s Preface

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  About The Author

  Discover Other Works By Dr Robert James

  Acknowledgements

  I wish to express my sincerest thanks to Katie James-Herbert for her tireless support and effort, to Gary Williams for preparing this book for publication, to Kate Andersen for her magnificent cover artwork and to Melanie Tyrer for her help in editing this book. This book would not have come into existence without their expertise and support.

  Author’s Preface

  Calling these adventures journeys has never been more justified than it is with this story. Though every Will Traveller mission has been exciting, sometimes scary and sometimes a little sexy, and this one is certainly no exception to that rule, none have been anywhere near so mentally challenging. Typically, this ‘journey’ began in some place I didn’t know, at sometime unknown to me, if, in fact, any of it occurred at all! But, I have to say that every person I’ve ‘met’ and every event that I’ve written about in this book, seem totally real to me. As usual, very little is the way it first seems, and trying to sort the bad guys, and girls, from the good ones, is just a little tricky, to say the least. Of course, my Will Traveller’s bag of tricks does tend to give one a better chance of surviving all the would-be assassinations and other lethal events.

  As a ‘returned’ member of the Supreme Family, the New World’s ruling religious leaders, this adventure has me travelling all over a highly privileged world, one which has been deceived into believing that my family and I are some kind of Gods, in order to gain the Supreme One ultimate power. Curiously enough, apart from all the luxuries that go with being considered to be some kind of Devine Being, it sure does lead to some surprisingly erotic assignations. I can honestly say that I have not had more fun writing, than while I was experiencing and simultaneously writing this Will Traveller Chronical. Stumbling around without any real idea of what I was supposed to do, or, for that matter, who I was at first, this adventure has me exploring the New World. A world quite similar to parts of our own planet today.

  In order to raise awareness and galvanize the people into an uprising, against my tyrannical ‘family’, I become involved with a myriad of absolutely fascinating and often extremely beautiful inhabitants, from the New World’s many, vastly different States. It’s a world where, much like ours, the people are ruled because of their own superstitions, even though they are modern and sophisticated societies. Needless to say, the despots, who are held in reverential awe by the people, are very keen to stop me, once they know of my mission. From butterflies in my stomach, to a variety of stirrings all over, for various reasons, writing this Will Traveller Chronical really did move me, literally! It also evidenced that writing is a most enjoyable occupation. My hope is that you too enjoy this ‘journey’, and that you find the people and places that make up the New World as enjoyable, interesting and entertaining as I have.

  Warm regards

  Dr. Robert

  Chapter One

  It was bright, sunny day. Far too bright for me, I had to go pull the shades and lay down next to our cat Leo, otherwise known as ‘she who rules the double bed during the waking hours’ and close my eyes for a little while. The blissful escape into darkness, greatly aided by Leo’s deep, rhythmic purring soon had me in a state of complete and contented peace. A million miles from anywhere.

  “Can I help you Sir?” A very sultry voice asked out of the gloom. I shook my head, was it my eyes or had the room become very foggy? Slowly, I became aware that I was no longer lying in bed, I was now standing on a city street, and it was late at night.

  “Are you alright Sir?” The voice, now close beside me asked. I turned to look at her.

  Even with the high heels her eyes were shoulder height, big and brown. Enough to say that once I got a good look at her, I certainly wished she could help me, any man would!

  “Uh, yes, well that is, I feel O.K.” I replied “I just have no idea where I am, or how I got here” I admitted to the party girl, who rewarded my honesty with a beautiful smile.

  “Must’ve been a good party” She laughed softly “Love ya outfit, really classy, ya know?”

  “Uh thanks” I mumbled and looked down at myself. I wore a bright red kaftan style outfit with knee high boots. Then I took a look at the people around me.

  Everyone else, and there were lots of people about despite the gloominess, wore pants shirts jackets skirts and all the other normal attire you’d expect on a city street at night. Dressed as I was, I got quite a few strange looks from people passing by.

  “All coming back to you now Sir?” My lady of the night asked.

  “Not really no” I answered, trying to recognise something around me. Buildings on both sides rose several floors up, eight maybe ten, and though there were a lot of people out and about, cars were obviously not allowed in this dimly lit plaza area. There were lots of sidewalk cafés, a few shops that were still open and quite a few strikingly attractive ladies, dressed just like my own attractive and inquisitive little friend.

  “You done some real heavy stuff then?” The look of concern returned to her pretty face.

  “I’m not sure Miss, that could be it” It seemed to be a good idea to play along with that, at least until things had become clearer to me.

  “Maybe you come with me and I’ll fix you up something that’ll clear ya head, what d’ya think?” She invited. I patted myself down; there were soft woollen pants and a long sleeve shirt under the kaftan, but there was no pockets.

  “I’d love that Miss” I replied truthfully “But, unfortunately, I don’t seem to have any money on me right now” I told the girl most regretfully. An annoyed look creased her pretty features

  “Look, if I’m not your type, just say so, you don’t have to crap on about having no pays left” She snapped and went to turn away.

  “No, look sorry, I’m really confused Miss” I apologised profusely “I do think you’re very attractive, but I don’t have anything at all on me” I told her sincerely, adding “I’ve checked everywhere under here” I indicated my flowing garment.

  “You serious? Really?” The girl asked, trying to work me out. So was I! I seemed to be me, as I was a decade or so ago, but, so far, I didn’t recognise the city. The people on the streets seem to be an evenly mixed cross section of every ethnic group. But, in spite of their origins, they were all dressed in western big city style clothes.

  “Look, d’ya wanna sit down and talk for a while Sir?” The girl invited softening.

  “I thought ya was fooling around I did” She confessed apologetically �
�But you’ve really lost it, hey?”

  “I’m afraid so Miss” I answered, becoming aware that we were attracting an increasing level of attention “I would like to sit down somewhere” I told her, adding “People are staring at us. Or, I should say, at me” I corrected myself smiling. She took my arm in both hands, pressed her body up against me and gently pushed me in the direction of an almost unlit café.

  “We can sit in Miko’s for a while” She told me on the way “If you’re gonna get around in an outfit like that Sir, well” She laughed prettily “People are gonna stare” She chuckled, half pushing, half leading me to a table, at the back of the dimly lit, ten table café.

  “I know this must sound really quite strange Miss” I began explaining “But I haven’t got the faintest idea of where I am or who I am” I told her, hoping she could see that I meant what I said.

  “Well, you know you’re in Miko’s Cafe down here in the pleasure zone of the best city in the world don’t you?” The stunning little lady of the night checked confidently.

  “Only because you’ve just told me” I replied “What’s the name of this city?” I asked.

  “You’re kidding surely?” She asked incredulous, I shook my head. “You really don’t know you’re in Centropolis? The financial, social and creative capitol of New World?” She asked, there was no mistaking her pride in this city.

  A speaker under our table hummed and a voice asked “Your order please?” I looked at the girl blankly.

  “Oh well, just this once won’t hurt” She said, after hesitating and taking a long look at me. Then she put her right wrist against a blue panel on our table and ordered coffee for both of us. I looked down at my right wrist, nothing. The girl saw me do it, let out an exclamation, then reached over and grabbed my right arm.

  “Oh shit” She muttered and when she looked up, the curiosity had a very distinct tinge of fear.

  “Everyone has a pay pad Sir” The now very serious girl told me “I never seen no-one without one before. I’m not sure I understand Sir” She added.

  I waited until the equally scantily dressed waitress had brought our coffees and left before I spoke.

  “I’d really love to explain Miss” I told the girl earnestly “But I am completely blank, I don’t recognise anything, yet everything seems quite normal” I added truthfully. My pretty little pleasure girl was looking at me intently. Suddenly, she pressed a button on the table.

  “Yes?” A deep male voice replied promptly.

  “It’s Babs, Danny” She spoke into the blue panel “Ask Miko to come over will ya” I must have looked concerned, because she reached over to me reassuringly “Its o.k. Sir, don’t tense up” She smiled intimately, putting both her hands on my left hand. I a moment, a very tall, well built man, who looked distinctly Mid Eastern came over and pulled up a chair.

  “What’s the problem Babs?” He asked her, as though I wasn’t there “Somebody got delusions of grandeur?” He glanced at me briefly then looked back to the girl smiling.

  “Ever seen anyone without a pay pad before Miko” She asked almost cockily, as she used her right hand, to turn my right hand over. The effect on Miko, when he saw my blank wrist, was pretty dramatic, to say the least. He got up from his chair, stepped back and bowed his head, consciously avoiding my eyes.

  “You do my humble café a great honour by your presence Excellency” His voice was now completely servile “It is the first time I have been so graced Sir, please forgive my flippancy” He begged, head still bowed.

  Then he looked up at me trying to smile though his obvious nervousness. The girl had pulled her hands back at his first surprise, now she tried to stand also; I put my hand on her arm to stop her. I motioned to the man too, but he was only willing to shuffle a step closer and bend forward.

  “As I have just explained to young Babs here” I explained to the cafe owner “I seem to have a little problem” Immediately, Miko’s head snapped up.

  “Then you are in the right place Excellency” He assured me heartily “Whatever it is, whoever it is” He allowed a sly, knowing grin “You have but to say the word Excellency and so it shall be” He bowed his head back down, clearly awaiting my command.

  The playgirl was not in a party mood now, she seemed intrigued. “Miko, you’d better let Sir explain” She told him, eyes on me. The cafe owner looked at me curiously.

  “Do you have somewhere a little more private Miko” I asked the large, very humble man.

  “Of course your Excellency” He stood straight and pulled my chair back dutifully as I rose.

  “Would you mind coming too Babs?” I asked the girl, going to help her with her chair. But Miko slipped deftly around me and did the honours, then he led us to a plush but dimly lit staircase. The thick carpets, velveteen wallpaper and the room itself, made it absolutely clear that I was in a high class whorehouse. Miko held the door open and the girl followed me in.

  Miko closed it quietly and came over to stand beside the girl. Her attire was far more suited to this room than where I’d met her.

  “Miko, you seem to know who I am” I began carefully.

  “Of course your Excellency” He assured me confidently.

  “And you don’t?” I asked the provocatively dressed girl.

  “Well, I sorta do now Sir” She answered nervously “I just hope I never said nothing that I shouldn’t have” She added.

  “What is it that your Excellency would seek from his humble servants?” Miko asked me. My first thought was to repeat what I’d said to the girl, but there was a small warning voice saying go cautious. I sat in one of the satin covered chairs, over by a big bay window, and asked both of them to come closer, which they did.

  There was a chair like mine and two dining style chairs that flanked a small glass topped table.

  “I’d be more comfortable if you’d both sit down really” I said gently. They both chose the dining chairs and sat very properly, with their hands on the table.

  “Now, I truly don’t know why it is so important” I said honestly “But I must ask you both for an oath of silence, to be broken only after my death” My voice was assertive, my words were truthful, but I didn’t know why.

  “You may know we are bound until your death Excellency” Miko spoke for both of them.

  “You will find what I must tell you of great concern” I warned.

  “However, alarm will serve no purpose. There is reason in all things” My voice rang with an authority I certainly didn’t feel.

  “So all that blank stuff Sir?” Babs asked hesitantly.

  “All that blank stuff is the truth young lady” I turned to face Miko “Something seems to have erased my memory Miko” I told him in a confidential tone.

  “Your memory of what, Excellency?” Miko asked. He seemed to think I was leading up to something, playing a game of some sort.

  “My memory of everything” I replied “I don’t know who I am, where I am or anything” I told him bluntly “Except that she’s Babs, a working girl, you’re Miko, proprietor of a red light district café and I’m Robert, a man in his forties, wearing a bright red outfit, sitting in your house of pleasure talking to you” I explained. It was as though I’d slapped him across the face twice! First when I spoke my name, then when he realized that really was all I knew!

  “Your name, of course, is known to all the New World Excellency” He finally answered, adding “But what has occurred that you should lose your memory? It can be no accident” Miko said ominously. Then, Miko looked me in the eyes; his were bright blue, despite his swarthy Mid Eastern features.

  “Is it possible there could be foul play in the Supreme House Excellency?” The cafe owner asked wide eyed, it seemed an unthinkable possibility to him.

  “I have no idea right now Miko” I answered honestly “Perhaps, if you tell me what you know, that will remind me” I suggested.

  “I know nothing of the Supreme House your Excellency” Miko answered, surprised.

  “I
mean what you do know” I pressed him “From Babs here I know this is Centropolis, capital of the New World and we are in the pleasure zone” I added smiling “Which, even in my blank state, is obvious” I smiled, as I looked around, attempting to lighten things up.

  “You did not take anything Sir? I mean, like I said some real strong…” The spunky good-time girl probed.

  “Babs!” Miko cut her off, annoyed at her lack of respect, but not seeming to be afraid of me.

  “No its o.k. really” I told him “I don’t think so Babs” I answered.