The Society of Orion Book Three: Deception


Published 2/14/2015

Chapter One 


ramilla was standing in the main room of her suite with her back turned when the mercenaries came through the door. They had opted to use their knives rather than their guns so there would be less noise. They brandished the knives to insure intimidation. The leader was pretty sure they could overwhelm the thin women without using any weapons. They were still in a bunch by the doorway when Pramilla casually turned around. She held the gun given to her by Loni in her hand. She pointed it at the men.

“You shouldn’t enter a lady’s room without knocking,” she said evilly. “Now please be good boys — and knee down with your hands on your head, would you?”

“We want the trinket,” the leader announced in English. He and his men had been part of a Polish United Nations contingent sent to keep peace in the squalor of Haiti a few years back. He had learned English then.

“No,” Pramilla replied dismissively. “You can’t have it.”

“If you give it to us now, we won’t harm you,” the mercenary negotiated.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” Pramilla replied with a laugh. “I’ll give you one more chance to surrender.”

“Then what?” the leader roared with fake laughter as he nervously searched the room for the other two woman. “Any of my men could hit you with a knife from here. Your pretty little outfit would get all bloody. We will still take what we want.”

“It won’t matter to you as you will be dead from my bullet,” Pramilla threatened. “Now get down on your knees,” she screamed. She thrust the gun forward.

“I want this one,” one of his men said. “She is feisty. She would put up a little fight. I can’t wait to hear her beg for me to stop.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want one of my sisters?” Pramilla asked in voice devoid of concerned. “They are both just like me.”

“Where are they? Hiding under their beds?” another mercenary joked.

“No, they are right here,” Pramilla replied. Both Previne and Maya suddenly appeared in the doorways of their bedrooms. They both held lethal looking guns aimed at the mercenaries. They stepped into the main room and stood there in a firing position with their legs spread. Both hands were on their guns.

“Now, will you surrender, please?” Pramilla asked in a pleading voice. “We don’t want to mess up this clean room.”

“These women don’t scare me,” the leader blustered to his men. “They probably couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn,” the mercenary told his men. He then began to point.

“Don’t bet your life on it,” Pramilla threatened.

“You two go after the one on the left, I’ll take the one in the center, and you take the one on the right.” The men slowly inched forward. They were only a few feet from the three sisters now.

A shot rang out. The leader suddenly lost his knife as Maya shot it from his hand. “Oh, my, what a lucky shot,” she said sarcastically.

Realizing the sound from the discharge would bring hotel people to investigate, the mercenary decided there was no time left. He roared with rage and sprang forward. His men did the same.

He was in midair when a strong arm came out of nowhere. It grabbed him by the throat, pulling him back around. Eric then hit him with a powerful overhead punch to the face. “That’s my wife. I can’t let you hurt her.” The mercenary went down. He was unconscious, blood spouted from his broken nose.

Loni suddenly appeared. She attacked the two mercenaries on the left. She caught one attacker with a leg whip to the back of his knee. He howled in pain. He grabbed his leg as he dropped to the floor. Before he could recover, Maya stepped close. She kicked him in the face. The second attacker grabbed hold of Maya’s long hair and tried to pull her to the floor. But Loni was behind him. She planted her foot squarely between his legs. His eyes bulged out and he let go of Maya. Loni finished him off with a karate chop to his neck.

Previne didn’t have any help. The mercenary hit her on the fly slamming her against the wall. The force of the impact took her breath away. She was in a desperate situation. She was not built for close quarter fighting. She dropped her gun, but threw out her long leg. He blocked the leg kick with his arms and countered with a punch at her head. She ducked the punch. It went right through the wallboard behind her. She fought back frantically. She placed a well-aimed jab to his ribs. It didn’t slow him down at all. She knew if he got a grip on her, it would be over quickly. He went for her neck, but she managed to pull back. Instead, his hand closed on the fabric of her top and he pulled. The top and bra ripped away exposing the creamy mocha flesh underneath and her perky breasts. She had no time for modesty as she was fighting for her life. It looked like she would lose. The mercenary planted a punch to her exposed midsection. Previne began to see stars. She was about to go down. Suddenly, the mercenary stopped fighting. He dropped to the ground. His image was replaced by Colton Banyon who held the butt of the gun he had used to whack the man on the head. Previne smiled weakly.

“What a nice surprise,” she mustered and fell into his arms.


About five minutes later the four unconscious men were trussed up with gags in their mouths. Banyon had asked Wolf about security and had been told they were all in the basement investigating the mugging of one of the bellmen. No had reported the shot. Previne was prone on one of the couches, but was coming around. Her upper body was still completely exposed, but they had all seen her naked before.

“Good thing you talked to Wolf and he told you the men were in the hallway,” Maya commented to Banyon. “Previne did a good job of acting when you called her.”


“I’m glad Eric and Loni were still in the area,” Banyon replied.

“What should we do with them?” Loni asked as she pointed a gun from man to man.

“They are on our list of people to contact,” Pramilla commented. “They are marked as unknown mercenaries.”

“I didn’t know their names,” Banyon said with a shrug.

“We need to make them forget,” Pramilla responded.

“We’ll need to get them out of this building first,” Maya noted. “But how?”

“I think I have a way,” Eric commented. “I’ll be right back.” He dashed out the door and returned a few minutes later. He pushed a big laundry basket. He had a bellman uniform draped over his arm. “There is a closet just up the hall,” he explained.

“It’s a little bit risky,” Loni said. “But we’ll make it work.”

“Somebody will have to dress up in the uniform. It is too small for me,” Eric explained.

“I’ll do it,” Previne croaked from the couch. Everyone turned to look at her. She was sitting up. Color had returned to her face.

“Are you sure you are up to it?” Banyon asked sympathetically.

“I have to go. I’m the only one who can make them forget,” she explained.

Eric quickly reminded them that none of the women looked European. There were very few non-Europeans, besides tourists, in Poland. Previne could not wear the uniform. Neither could any of the other women. They all looked decidedly Asian. He then turned to Banyon. “But you don’t,” and handed him the uniform.

“I need to put on a different top first,” Previne explained the obvious. “Colt, you and Eric load the men into the cart,” she ordered. “Let’s all change tops to the same color,” she said to her sisters. “I think gray would look nice. Then we could all be dressed like Loni. “And don’t forget your fanny packs.” Previne was back to being her usually bossy self.


They came out of the elevator with Colton Banyon pushing the filled cart, the rest of the team surrounding it. They had covered it with a sheet. The front desk clerk noticed them. She called out something in Polish.

Bargaz,” Banyon responded and kept going. Loni had looked up the translation before they left the room. It was the Polish word for luggage and it seemed to satisfy the slightly nervous clerk. They had anticipated the question. They passed through the front door and were immediately confronted by the doorman. He politely asked another question in Polish.

Nie,” Previne answered. It meant no.

He continued down the sidewalk, crossed the street into the park in front of the hotel and headed onto the grass. Once they were out of sight, Banyon stopped pushing the cart. He turned it on its side. The four now awake mercenaries tumbled out. Fear was in their eyes.

“Don’t worry, we are not going to hurt you even though you tried to kill us,” Maya said cheerfully as she pointed the gun from man to man. “Now sit up straight,” she ordered in an angry tone.

“Okay, you guys head back to the hotel,” Previne said. “My sisters and I can handle these men.” Banyon, Eric and Loni turned on their heels and jogged back to the hotel while Banyon pushed the empty cart.

Pramilla addressed the men. “You are going to have to pay attention to her,” Pramilla explained. She pointed to the woman in the middle. “Can you do that?” The men nodded weakly.

“Good,” Previne said sweetly. “Now look into my eyes.” She began to chant, and eventually tossed some glitter into the air which she pulled from her fanny pack.

The men sat motionless. “You done?” Pramilla asked.

“They are under now,” she said to her sisters.

The spell wasn’t actually magic. It was an advanced form of post-hypnotic suggestion that had been developed by the great psychopathologist Sigmund Freud in the later part of his life. He had never published any documents about the procedure because he was afraid the Nazis would get hold of it. He told one person who wrote it down in a book. Previne had obtained a copy of the book while working a mystery a couple of years ago.

“You will forget everything you know about the Orion weapons,” Previne started. “You will forget you ever knew Albin Wilk. You will forget everything you have experienced today since you got up this morning.” She turned to her sisters, “Anything else?”

“Tell them they can no longer remember how to be mercenaries,” Maya said.

“Tell them to pee in their pants,” Pramilla offered, but only got a blank stare from her sister.

“Now when you hear me say, ‘wake up’, you will come out of your trance,” Previne told them. The three women suddenly bolted back towards the hotel.

“Wake up,” the men heard from the distance.

The men woke up to find they were tied up, but couldn’t remember why. They also noticed they had wet pants.

Chapter Two


h Sok and his two security men were already high in the air, flying to Teheran, Iran. They had to take a military transport from the North Korean capital of Pyongyang because there were no commercial flights out of the country and no one but the country of Iran would let a North Korean plane land. From the Iranian capital, they would take a commercial jet to Paris, France because France was one of the few countries who would let Iran land a plane on their soil. From there, they would take another commercial flight to Warsaw. The entire trip would take more than twenty four hours, but they would land in time to get to the Banyon Arcades for the exchange.

Oh Sok spent his flight time giving his men instructions on what he wanted them to do minute by minute. He believed his plan was well thought out and meticulous. The men sat in their harnesses staring straight ahead stoically. They both wore dark sunglasses which hid their faces because they thought it was cool.


Michael Orlov was also on his way to Warsaw for the meeting at the Banyon Arcades. He had recovered both talismans on the tundra, and found his way to the boat on the Podkamennaya River where he had bribed the captain. His men all had mysterious accidents along the way to the boat. He reached the boat alone. The captain made good time and delivered Orlov to the port city of Krasnoyarsk in Southern Siberia. From there, he rented one of the numerous private planes used to cart goods and people around the wilderness of Siberia. He had the pilot fly him to Astana, Kazakhstan, where he was able to catch a commercial flight to Paris, France. He would land in Warsaw three hours before the North Korean delegation.

Both men dreamed of riches and fame as they flew westward to Warsaw.

Neither man, however, understood that there were people plotting against them. They didn’t know that they would be betrayed in the next twenty-four hours.