"Samuel Light, Spiritual Detective: The Shasta Caper" Chapter Nine is now posted. www.johnpirillo.com
"Samuel Light, Spiritual Detective: The Shasta Caper"
by John Pirillo
He adjusted his orange robes so they wouldn't tangle in his legs as he dropped into the martial arts pose he had been taught by the Master.
The Master looked at him along his squat orange nose and smiled. "You must move as gracefully as a drop of water from a bee's leg and as fast as the dart of a hummingbird."
Gung Suay nodded, causing his long pig tail to toss behind his back.
The other students of the Master stood in an array about the two of them.
The Master had promised this would be the last test before Gung Suay was given the Orange Belt, a symbol of mastery of perfect balance between spiritual and physical forces. He was proud to be facing his Master this day, for he had been born to be a great fighter. He had known that from the first day he had seen the Master easily take down a tiger with one blow, without harming it, just putting it to sleep.
For the philosophy of the Master was Ahimsa, do no harm. It was a term he had picked up from his travels in India with his wife Shanti, whom he had met during his travels across China, teaching and practicing his minimalist art, which involved using the hair of a fly to do three strokes on the head of a grain of sand. His artwork was so precise and authentically beautiful that even the Emperor of China had purchased all his work rather than see it lost to the masses.
"Now, feel the force of your will coming into balance with the force of the Light within, Gung Suay." The Master told him.
The Master's eyes narrowed. "You will only have one attempt to do this right. Mastery can not come through repeats. You lose. You die."
"I understand, Master." He told him, again loosening further his robes, for he knew his life depended on him being so precise that even a blink could throw him off the mark.
The Master nodded, then reached into a satchel he carried and brought out a deadly adder. If it struck you with its fangs, you would be dead in five heartbeats.
The Master stroked its head gently. The creature was mesmerized by the Master's touch and his energies, swaying gently as if drunk by the exposure to the kindness of the Master.
The other pupils held their breathes, for the adder would be a deadly dart once let go of, for the influence of the Master would be gone.
"Whatever happens, Gung Suay. I want you to know that I am proud of you."
Gung Suay inclined his head in a semi-bow. "And I you, Master."
When he looked up at the sound of gasps the adder was already almost in the center of his chest. As quick as that glance was his reflexes were faster, he curved slightly to the right and gently stroked the adder's head, then tail as it passed him, then caught it in a furl of his robe and gently unfurled it into his palm, where he blew his warm breath upon it.
The adder shot up as if to strike him, then it went limp and lay in his palm and went to sleep.
The pupils all burst into applause.
The applause startled the adder and it struck Gung Suay by accident.
He saw a beautiful halo of white light grow before him and his Master's smiling face, then he stepped into the light and was gone.
Samuel sidestepped the bullet as easily as if he it were his dancing partner. The bullet passed him and struck a passenger in his chest, who had stood up in confusion and fright.
Jimbo was on the Tall Man before he could fire again and took him down, binding his arms behind him with plastic, then tying his arms to his legs.
"My husband is dying!" Screamed a panicked passenger, throwing herself down on her elderly husband to comfort him.
Samuel ran to the fallen passenger and pressed his hand to the wound on his chest, where blood was flowing freely. The man was in his late sixties, and not likely to survive such a traumatic event, but Samuel did not give up on him. He allowed the spiritual energy in his soul to flow forth through his hand and into the man's wound. The man was in so much pain that all he could do was moan at first, but then he began to grow silent.
Passengers gathered around to watch and were in awe as they saw the wound begin to close at the same time as a beautiful green glow emitted from Samuel's palm to surround the man's chest. The man's eyes closed.
The woman screamed and began to weep at her loss.
Samuel put a hand on her shoulder. "He's alive."
She gave him a look of total disbelief, then when her husband opened his eyes and said, "Damn! That really hurt, Mabel. What's all the noise about?"
He sat up and the passengers broke into applause and cheers.
Samuel rose and they cheered even more. He got claps on the back, handshakes, and kisses from the women. He smiled, but walked away from the attention back to where Jimbo held the captive murderer.
Samuel looked at the man and shook his head.
"How in the hell did you dodge my bullet?" The Tall Man demanded. "I shot you point blank!"
"Let's just say an old friend showed me how." Samuel said, then helped Jimbo throw the man onto a couch in the business section.
The jet turned around and landed back at McCarran.
Before the reporters could latch onto Jimbo and Samuel, or the curious police, Jimbo had them on a different jet, a straight flight and they made up their lost time and arrived, tired and beat, but safe and sound.
As they got off the Jet Blue passenger plane, a Texan even bigger than Jimbo stepped up from a side seating and swore till he was blue in the face, then stopped before them and gave Jimbo a big hug, then Samuel.
Jason smiled at Samuel. "Don't take it personal, we're a friendly bunch."
"Friendly, hell, brother. You're just glad you get to go home and sleep while we solve your problems."
"You mean...your problems." Jacob told Jimbo.
Jacob talked to them all the way out to his Texas red four by four. They rode silently for about ten minutes, then Jacob let it all out.
"It's the strangest damned thing, Jimbo. This guy I've never seen before, comes onto our ranch, steals the horses, then comes back to be shot. Doesn't make a damned bit of sense."
"I should never have let you have the use of my weapons." Jimbo growled.
"Hell, Jimmie. If you hadn't, we'd have torn him apart limb from limb with our bare hands."
Samuel laughed. "Okay, okay, now can we have the truth here."
Jacob looked at Samuel. "Can't I ever pull anything over on you, Sammie?"
"Actually, it wasn't a man, it was some kind of alien."
"All right. All right. A coyote got one of the horses."
Samuel continued to wait.
Jacob threw his hands up in frustration and if Jimbo hadn't grabbed the wheel the next moment they'd have run off the road.
"Thanks." Jacob said, then took the wheel back "Samuel, we got a serious problem we need help with."
"What this time?" Samuel asked.
"And it better be good, because we have a case we're hot to solve."
"Oh, it's good all right. You remember Granddaddy's old outhouse. The three seater?"
Samuel broke into laughter.
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