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INFLIGHT 
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Terror Bloodline Series
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Terror Bloodline Series



INFLIGHT  Book #2 


Terror Bloodline Series


Featuring Ex-CIA Agent, Jon Bradley



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Books #2 INFLIGHT continues with the action oriented plot of dangerous and intriguing, multi-dimensional  characters revolving around a family sharing a terrorist bloodline, including their agenda of personal vendetta. 


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    That got him a quick response as she hurried to enter one of the three cabins, and came out following a young man in his late-twenties.      

    The man walked briskly towards Jon and offered his hand, “I am Arthur Konige, Assistant Manager.  How can I help you, Sir?” he said in a cordial manner.”     

    “I am here for some information as part of my investigation into a case of a serious aggravated assault.”     

    “Does it concern one of our tenants, Sir?”

    “Yes.”     

    “Then, it’s better that we talk in my office,” the young manager waved Jonathan towards his cabin and they went inside.     

    When they were seated, Arthur said, “Since you mentioned that you are investigating into a case of battery assault, would it relate to Ms. Samantha Clarke, the roommate of Ms. Elaine Townsend, renting the west side B2 apartment on the second floor?”     

    “That is correct.  In whose name does the lease stand?  I’d like to check the details of the Lease Agreement.”

    “The NYPD detectives have been here asking questions and went through the Lease also.  We could not do much to help them since the unfortunate incident did not take place here.”     
    “I am personally following up the case by interacting with the police.  I am Ms. Clarke’s fiancĂ© and I have been to this apartment several times before. It seems to me that you do not maintain a log-book for the guests or visitors.”     

    “We started with a reception-lounge when the building was new.  With the tenants-visitors hassle and increasing overheads, the management thought it best to skip it.  But we do have an ex-service-man for night security.   The security guard begins his rounds after 6:00 P.M.”

    “No security camera surveillance, I guess?     

    The man nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed.     

    “Can I look over the Lease Agreement folder of the Apartment B2?”     

    Seeing the hesitation on the part of the Assistant manager, Jon said, “I am not making it official.  Just want to go through it briefly.  That’s all.”

    Arthur got to his feet and went over to the corner of his cabin where stood the steel filing cabinet.  From its second drawer, he took out a folder, glanced at the tag to verify the name, came back and placed it on the desk before Jonathan.     
    
    Bradley looked up at him, saying, “Thanks, Mr. Konige.  I will be quick,” and opened the folder.     

    Just then the desk-phone started ringing. The assistant manager picked it up, and his mood changed as he listened for a few seconds before answering brightly,   “Yes, Mr. Wainsford,” “It will be ready by then.  Thank you, Sir. Goodbye.”

    As he took his seat on the other side of his desk, he could not help holding back his excitement.     

    “You know, Mr. Bradley, that was Jamie. He plays for the Brooklyn Nets this season. A real toughie. Shoots right.  Going to be exciting just to watch him play.”     

    Though Jonathan had overheard the name Wainsford being mentioned, he did not really realize the significance of it until Arthur connected it to Jamie and the Brooklyn Nets.

    He merely replied, “I may have heard of that name, but haven’t actually seen him play.”     

    There was a knock on the cabin door. The same girl-clerk came in and told him that he was wanted outside. Arthur excused himself and left.     

    The Apartment Lease Agreement of the real-estate management firm of Crossley Apartments was like any other rental lease.  In addition to the monthly rent, there was a deposit amount of three months’ rent payable in advance.  The lease rental was for a maximum period of one year and renewable thereafter, and could be terminated with a 30-days’ notice from either side.     

    In addition to the first Lease Agreement that he was going through, there were beneath it two other expired contracts. Two were for a six-month period each, superseded by the present one-year new lease.

    The first contract was in the name of Michael Cage.  This was news to Jon. 

    The second one was made out to Samantha Clarke and the present lessee was Elaine Townsend.     

    Her lease was due to expire by the month end.  That was barely less than a fortnight.  Bradley did not find in the folder any renewal or termination notice from either side.

    Well, he thought, it’s a bit strange that the tenancy lease was in rotation among these three people linked under questionable circumstances.

    Jonathan had just closed the folder when the manager walked in and returned to his seat.     

    “I had to show around a prospective tenant to our vacant apartments, “Arthur said as if to explain away his absence, and added, “Comes with the job, you know?”

    Jonathan smiled, giving him an empathizing nod, and pushed the folder towards the manager.     

    “Thanks, Mr. Konige.  I have gone through it, and all seems to be in order. But I’d appreciate if you will take a few related questions.”     

    “I shall be happy to oblige in whatever manner possible,” Arthur replied in a spirited manner.     

    To Bradley, the man appeared to be still basking in the good mood that he first started with.

    “I didn’t see any renewal notice, or a termination notice for that matter, in the file, considering that the present lease expires in about 15 days?”

    “I can understand that.  We have a new tenant leasing Apartment B2 from the first of next month.  The new lease contract is filed under his name in another folder. A copy each of the notice letters of termination received from the present lessee shall shortly be retained in the respective files.”

    “Would the new lessee, by any chance, be Mr. James Wainsford, the NBS league player?”

    “You guessed it right, Sir.  It is he!” The man replied excitedly, proving that he was indeed a die-hard fan of Jamie.

    “What about the present tenant, Ms. Elaine Townsend, has she moved to another apartment?”  Jonathan was on a fishing errand.


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    Reznik and the female Kidon got out of the car and they walked away, keeping to the shadows until they came in the view of the house.

    The woman ran swiftly up towards the elevated driveway and dropped to the ground, screening through the night-vision scope, mounted on her sniper rifle, for any signs of activity around or inside the house.

    She saw nothing suspicious and waved to Reznik to advance, who in turn signaled the waiting team.  Silently, the men spread out and started to cover the front and the back of the house.

    Just then, a dog started barking fiercely. The sound came from the direction of one of the neighborhood homes.  It stopped just as suddenly as if its owner had quieted the animal.

    But the next instant, Eli and his team were startled to see the lights come on, brightening up the front yard of that house, and the dog started barking again.

    Reznik feared they would stand out as shadows in front of the terrorists’ house to anyone surveying the area.

    Reacting swiftly, he and his men dropped to the ground.

    The female Mossad agent put down her sniper rifle and walked hastily towards the house in the neighborhood. As per their briefing, she knew that the residents were a widow and her visiting son from L.A.

    Both were standing at their front door and turned to look towards the woman who was walking up their driveway, same time trying to quiet down the dog. The animal stopped barking, but continued to growl by the time the Kidon reached them.

    Waving at them and acting friendly, the operative put on her best appearance.

    “Hi,” she called out.  “Can I use your landline?  My car has run out of gas and it appears that I forgot my cell phone at my friend’s place who I’d just visited.”  She pretended to look helpless and a bit naive.

    The older woman was hesitant, but the young man appeared only too willing to help the maiden in distress.

    “Yes, of course, you certainly can,” he replied with a bright smile, motioning her inside, “Come.  I am Tony and this is my mother, Isabel.  She doesn’t keep very well these days, and I am visiting her for a few days.  This way, please….”

    Reznik took a quick decision before the terrorists could awaken to the noise outside.

    His operatives ran forward swiftly, surrounding the terrorists’ house.

    Eli and two others from his team had just approached the front door, when the lights in the adjoining apartment lit up, the window opened and the figure apparently that of the landlord appeared peering into the front yard.

    He must have noticed the shadows of Reznik and his men because he at once raised the alarm, shouting in a heavily-accented voice, “Minoo…? Who…? Who is there?”

    Then probably realizing the truth, he ran inside and started to bang loudly on the wall separating the Jihadist side of the house from his. His public landline access had been disabled by one of the Mossad agents.
    
    Lights began to come on inside their apartment and voices were calling out to awaken each other.

    Having lost the element of surprise, the Mossad operatives went into a mini version of a blitzkrieg.

    One of the Israeli agents shot and brought down the landlord, who had returned to the window, trying to raise the alarm.

    Reznik and the other agents blasted open the front and rear doors using low intensity plastic explosives. The ground-floor side glass-windows were shattered open and stun-grenades lobbed inside.

    There was a steady firing of AK-47 machine guns coming from the Jihadists inside the house who were by now thoroughly alerted.

    As the Israelis rushed inside the ground floor area consisting of the living room, and kitchen, they found one extremist lying on the ground. The remaining three Jihadists ran up the stairs shooting as they went and regrouping on the first floor.

    While Reznik’s team kept the Jihadists occupied in the firefight, an agile Kidon climbed the drainpipe running up the first floor on the exterior of the apartment. Then he blasted open the side glass window and tossed in a fragmentation grenade followed by another one in quick succession.

    Seconds later the shattering serial blasts shook the upper floor. 

    Reznik and his team went up the stairs shooting with their silenced Uzi short-barrel machine pistols.  When they reached the first floor landing, there was no sound except the smoke and the acrid smell from the grenades blast.

    There, they found the three dead bodies of the would-be suicide bombers.

    The action had lasted no longer than 180 seconds.  Another minute was spent in hastily combing the area for any evidence they could find such as drawings, maps, photos, written notes etc. before the professional covert operation ended and the team players, without suffering any casualty, quickly withdrew from the house.

    Importantly, they had captured one of the Islamic Jihadist who would be subjected to the Israeli art of investigation for retrieving details of the suicide mission. 

    Meantime, lights were coming up in the apartments of the adjoining blocks and the neighborhood houses; windows and doors were being opened and voices raised protesting against the foul disturbance in the middle of the night. 

    The police dispatchers were kept busy receiving and answering numerous and persisting calls about the public disorderliness in the Yonkers locality.

    Alerted by the twin roar of the Peugeot car-engines being driven up the driveway towards them, Reznik and his men ran towards the vehicles, dragging between them the still unconscious Jihadi, who appeared to be handcuffed. They bundled him in the second car.

    Reznik nodded to the female Kidon as he took his seat beside her, and seconds later, both the Peugeots drove swiftly away from the area. 

    Minutes later when they came up the junction connecting the highway, the fleeing Mossad agents could hear the faint sound of the patrol-car siren getting louder as the police approached Yonkers. Unperturbed, they drove on towards the safe house in the N.Y. City. 

    Before that, they would change the present vehicles for two SUVs while the Peugeot cars would be driven away to a safe garage-location by the local Sayanim, to undergo the required alterations.

    By 5:30 A.M. of the same morning, Reznik, and the other three Kidon operatives were flying out of the New York City and soon the United States airspace as well, on their way back to Tel Aviv, Israel.

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CREATIVE SONG LYRICS

Self-teaching Manual



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Self-Teaching Guide to

WRITING SONG LYRICS

By Paul Rodricks

    Have you ever felt the urge to write your own songs?
To compose your own lyrics and melody?
    Are you a lyricist wishing to set music to your lyrics?
Or a music composer desirous of writing the lyrics to
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    If so, Creative Songwriting is just the right practical
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     Is all about Lyrics Composing – Song forms, Title/Hook lines, Storylines and Themes, Rhyme Scheme, Crafting the Verse-Chorus-Bridge-Tag, Song Performing Styles and much more.
  
     The latest in Gospel/Worship Songwriting is also presented in a whole separate chapter devoted to it in this book.
  
     Become a successful Songwriter.  Compose your own Lyrics and Music to styles such as Pop, Rock, Blues, Country, R&B, Jazz and Gospel.



Lyrics: The Composition

Section 1 (Continuation...2)

“The soul never thinks without a mental picture.” 
– Aristotle



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Popular Forms of Lyrics (Continued)


3. AAA, the trade-mark of the popular Blues song form. Where every verse follows the other and normally lasts for 12-bars:

Verse 1:

    Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning 
    And I can't even close my eyes. 
    Three o'clock in the morning 
    And I can't even close my eyes. 
    Can't find my baby 
    And I can't be satisfied

Verses 2 & 3 follow in the above format.

Some Blues songs last for 16-bars and modern blues songs can extend beyond 24 bars.

4. AACA format has a Bridge in place of the usual Chorus after the 1st and 2nd Verse, then followed by the 3rd Verse.
    The following example is of the AACA song format which gives you a general idea of the other formats as well. Song Title: “True Confession” Copyright 2002 Paul Rodericks.

Verse 1:
True Confession
The song as you sing
Your heart pleads silently with mine
For the love you once abandoned 
True confession
I mustn’t feel this way
This feeling of past obsession
No, not on my wedding day.
Verse 2:
True Confession
We have shared good times
And today you're here as the best man
We've no other obligation
True Confession
You will find someone to love
Beyond the point of no return
As long as she trusts you enough
Bridge:
True Confession
I cannot be your partner
Any more in love nor share your pain
Our distant feelings of love will always remain
As silent whispers of our hearts.
Verse 3:
True Confession
The man I marry today
Is the one who will share my life
No reasons for temptation
True Confession
Maybe you’ll know this someday
When your heart whispers again
To another on your wedding day.

5. ABC format, meaning: A - the Verse, B - the Pre-Chorus and C - the main Chorus. In this form, the pre-chorus section is a shorter interesting version, which attracts the listener‟s attention, leading into the main chorus of the song. Lyrically, you make an interesting point here before going into the chorus, and for a musical appeal a contrast by way of a short riff or chord-change, for example:
Song Title: “If She’d Only Give Me A Choice”

After the Verse A:
Pre-Chorus or Bridge:
I would never think of leaving her
If she’d only give me a choice
We would never be in this situation
If she’d only give me a choice
Chorus:
If she’d only give me a choice
I would not be in this situation
With the kind of person she is
Past caring and so selfish
I‟ve simply lost the will to rejoice
If she’d only give me a choice.

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