Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and are not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned before hand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.
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Thanks for all the feed back and I am glade you liked the latest chapter. Just a reminder there are only two more chapters to this story line. For those who are screaming and yelling NO, don't worry, due to many requests/demands, I am writing more stories with the same characters, Grey-hawk, Roberto, Alanna and Electra and will as soon as they are done be continuing with Amy's story.
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Bob handed the microphone back to Eon. Eon took the microphone and bowed her head.
Bob hopped down off the stage and turned to Amy, "And now the battle lines are drawn."
Amy sighed, "Lets hope nothing will come of this, that those few people will realise the world is moving forward and they are being left behind if they retain such evil ideals."
Bob nodded and smiled. "I found them," he told Amy and gestured behind her.
Amy turned and a big smile broke her face, before her stood some of the Marines from her hop, the important ones. "Hello… you don't know me but I know you," Amy told them.
Susan Rice frowned, "How?" she asked. Susan looked different out of her battle fatigues, softer perhaps. Her jeans and top hugged her feminine form. Blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail, blue eyes were weary. Her team had been pulled from a mission by the president, of course she was weary.
Amy smiled, "It's a long story. One I want to tell you but not here, it might be easier to show you," Amy told him.
Rhiannon frowned as she joined them. "Amy…" Rhiannon said to gain her attention, "It was one thing with Were, they are telepathic already. I still thought it impossible to do what you did but with humans."
Amy smiled, "I can do it mother," Amy taunted Rhiannon.
Rhiannon pointed at her, "I am not your mother yet," she said angrily.
Bob chuckled and turned to Wolfgang, "They are still arguing about that?" Bob asked.
Wolfgang nodded, "They are Ancient," he said in way of explanation.
"One of these days someone is going to have to explain that to me," Bob said.
"You and me both," Wolfgang told Bob, basically saying that he knew little of the Ancients to aid Bob in his quest.
Bob sighed and watched Amy.
"Who gave birth to me?" Amy asked.
"I do in 900 hundred years time… don't push me Amy," Rhiannon retorted, "I am still finding it hard Amy. Can we do this slowly?" Rhiannon asked.
Amy nodded.
"Ancients really should just be called complicated," Mary slid in. "Mister President, my Queen can I get you both hooked up for a T.V interview." She asked hopefully.
Bob turned to Amy. Amy nodded.
"First things first," Bob turned to the Marines who straightened, "You are to protect Amy, you'll understand why later. You will be joining a group of Were who are also going to be protecting her," he told them, "If Amy gives you an order, as long as it doesn't conflict with protecting her, obey it."
They nodded.
"Any orders from any one other than myself and Amy you are to disregard," Bob told them giving them perhaps their strongest order, never had they worked outside of the chain of command before.
They nodded again casting Amy a curious look.
Bob turned to Mary, "Okay lets do this," he told her.
Mary's producer quickly hooked Bob up then Amy. Amy adjusted the earwig in her ear and the way she held her microphone. The producer started to count down then pointed to Mary.
"Welcome back, as you can see I am with President Robert Ashford and my pack's Alpha female Amy Luis after their historical speeches." Mary turned to them, "So first question, what has sparked all this?" Mary asked.
Bob smiled and turned to Amy.
"Many small factors have been leading to this but most of all it would have to be the added push of Senator Paolini and his bill for registration of Were. If that were to go through It would be as if humans have gone back to the second world war when the Jewish were forced to wear the star of David on their cloths simply because they had become the new focus of hate for another race. All the development, all the sharing that has happened since that time washed away as if hundreds of thousands of people hadn't been killed for simply having a different belief structure," Amy explained.
Bob however knew the true motivation, like Amy he didn't want to see a blood bath.
"And the mumbles of a War?" Mary asked.
"That is what we are tying to stop," Bob stated, "Before I was asked to come to the gathering I had no idea of the numbers, I naïvely believed that there were more humans then Were. I was dead wrong, each pack or pride keeps extensive records of births, deaths and turns. Even if Were numbers were less I would still wish no battle. This world is to be shared." Bob finished.
"Nor do we wish to fight humans," Amy added.
"So Bob, tell me, during your time at the gathering what did you come to admire the most about Were?" Mary asked curious.
Bob thought for several moments. "The most moving thing I watched was a traditional funeral. I have come to understand that the measure of a person or people can be noted in how they treat their dead. It was… it was different but steeped in tradition. I almost caused a blunder by going and offering my condolences, but Were don't really mourn their dead. They believe in reincarnation. I was told, when I was stopped, something very simple, why offer condolences to someone who isn't really dead, they are just not here. It moved me," Bob told the world.
