BB1

Financial advisor to many celebrator individuals, B Valentine leaves her #14 office in California  surrounded by the normal atmosphere of people wanting to her to sign her name and ask questions about finance that they cannot answer. The flock for photo ops, while her Security circuitry does their best to protect and allow this professional Black Woman to be the most admired African american financial strategist  that has ever existed.  It is a Sunday afternoon and she is in in a limo after doing a book signing in Pasadena,CA.  she appears to be tired, but so much energy hasn't been used, so she talks business to her assistant, Dimeve, who answers B Valentines phone, then has a shocking look on her face in the mist of them driving and says to her, "you know nothing about this driver,right, because he just called me and said we are being followed."  

She looks out the window and doesn't see any inmate danger, so she continues with the statement about the merger that  she's suppose to deal, when the diver of the limo starts to dive off course , causing the women to bounce around in the rear of the car, while the car is now on some sort of abandoned road that leads to an abandoned iron mill.  the terrain is bumpy and B says something to the driver, who is driving erratically.  Her assistants answers the phone again to hear someone screaming for her to show her this message, then after send another message to survive.  They are both screaming in the back of the limo while Dimeve screams read this .  B looks at the message, her eyes turn milky white and she says in Android tone, lay on the floor, to which she does.  B then speaks to the car and tells it to stop, which it does.  She says something in  language that Dimeve cannot understand, while she tells the driver to exit the car. Dimeve looks out the window while they are face to face.  The driver says something that sounds like Mediterranean language, but his large persona and brown hue makes him seem Fijian.  They are speaking in some language that Dimeve can't understand.  The conversation becomes more and more violent.  The driver pulls a gun to  shoot B, but the bullet turns back and hits him him in his face , killing him.  The other vehicles that were following them, have now appeared  with armed Armored militia to harm them.  B tilts her her head to the right while levitating about 19 inches off the ground, says something in a scary tone of language.  The occupants leave in haste, while B is still hovering, pausing to say something to the car.  Dimeve gets another message and it reads that she's suppose to say  "a trigger", if she wants to alive for the rest of her life, which she does.  The car stars.     B asks where the driver was, reentering the limo as if nothing has happen.  Dimeve is in shock and sweat, about B's calm behavior.   "How are we to get home?  WE don't have a driver!?'  B looks up front, through the opening and continues with the itinerary about business as usual, except her assistant isn't taking note of anything that this woman has said.  there is a car driving itself and from what she can tell, it is driving her home.  B continues about the process of someone wanting and needing at the same time and here in society is where she is vital.  
"Dimeve. you can get your laptop, your home.  Is something the matter?"  There was a long pause of insecurity, but then B said"Just come relax in the guest house for 2 weeks. I have been working you too hard.  If anything happens to come up...
"No, i'm fine... i Just wanna be home and feed my...look here's  your phone and my work one, but i'm bout to go to Montana to see my grandpa.

"Yeah", B says in a state of recognition.  "He seems like a really nice man to have raised you after you said you were-"   Cutting her off in a nice way, DImeve said she would call her when she gets to town, tying not to look at the place where the driver was as the car is still on.  She said goodbye, but not before B had given her direct advance of 35 thousand dollars into her account.  B watched her assistant go home, feeling as if she had some sort of personal achievement.  sitting back the Limo drove her home to her condo that she recently purchased for business.  

She leaves the limo, as if there is nothing out of the normal routine, bids the driver goodbye, then goes inside her home.  She unlocks the door, smiles about the fact that her husband isn't here and she can relax,calls for the lights to come on, but they don't respond.  She calls them again, and the same result: Nothing.   Now she's upset. Immediately she pulls out her phone to call her on call maintenance person only to hear in her voice someone says by her kitchen patio door that appears to be an elderly small Asian woman pointing  an Uzi at her,wearing what looks like police riot gear, all black.  B can't move but is in awe when she hears her own voice say to her "Now if you move to quick I will kill you, because you don't know how to offset your trigger, but I do,Mommy.  Yes, I see very well, but better in the dark.  I shot the cop to wear his clothes so that they wouldn't get you.  I sent the message to Dimeve.  Mommy, we don't have much time.  I need you to release who you are and the access, so  that all 6 of us..." BANG!!!!!

BANGG!!!!!! There  is an armada of men outside of B's condo and some police and someone with a loud voice that sounds like a gun, causing B to cover her ears in protection.  "That is a very loud sound",B says and it sounds human..almost."  Because it's your hybrid grandchild. My name is Bo-Bo, like my father, and what happens now will cause you to know the truth about you.  My twin is named BiBi and he's..."
BOOOOOM!!! glass sarts to fly on the women in shards from the windows, while they refrain from refuge in conversation, and pain! B is afraid, while enraged  Bo-Bo, encounters the militia that have begun to fire with a Kanablade, decimating men, while she is being shot multiple times.all over her body while moving foreword spinning this Kanablade  . It appears that the more she screams, the more she heals.  The more she heals, the stronger she fights, not leaving a chance to any of the combatants to survive this  The hybrid is moving to hide,moving back from the battle.  This is from B's perspective.who sees this person that looks like a small man in a big black helmet run away. B calls to him and he stops. running up to her with tears, he says sorry, showing his face, only to have his head chopped off in front of her by  Bo-Bo,, who says in a sweeping motion that she has slayed many of her children before, picking her mother into the air, on her shoulders while leaping away. B is crying about what she had just seen, believing that the 13 year old that had his face sliced off was related to her.  She faints, as sirens fill the dawn, in the arms of this woman that claims she is her daughter ,but oblivious at least 27 years older than her. his Kanablade looks like a wooden staff, with double sharp blades carved into it, but cuts like an unknown metal.

WE are going to my nest, Bo-Bo, says.  B just nods and asks what day it is in an exhausted state, because she has to close the account for an NBA player worth 400 Million dollars, then passes out.