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Here's Part Three of "Buzz Off." We were feeding the chickens the other day at the farm.
          
          Can I just ask how are things going at University for you?
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Three*
          
          Bob: Notice the layout density. During the peak weekend shift, the customer crowd causes a severe aerodynamic bottleneck near the gift shop till checkpoint. I signed the Custodial Agreement Framework with Simba because I need Specialists who can maintain a 100% efficient processing speed without dropping their baseline alignment.
          
          Vitani: The Campaign parametres are accepted, Mr. Hives. Should any civilian units try and disrupt the inventory calibration tags, then my Ruler is fully calibrated to execute an immediate, data ~ driven counter flank.
          
          Madoa: To translate that to English, she says she's 100% Battle Ready. Just make sure no Security Details track our Co ~ Ordinates, or she'll use your Industrial twine box to tie them to the battlements.
          
          *Bob lets out a hearty chuckle as he logs their verification codes to his tablet.*
          
          *Very long gap.*
          
          *Bob leads Madoa and Vitani into a circular bedroom inside a tower.*
          
          Vitani: So, this is where we'll be staying, is it?
          
          Bob: If you girls want it, the room's right here.
          
          Madoa: We live in a three story house with eight teenagers, a 26 year old University Lecturer and a 37 year old Caterer. We need a lot of space.
          
          Bob: It does sound a bit cramped, I must say.
          
          Vitani: Well, the 500 square foot cupboard was certainly a severe Tactical Bottleneck, Mr. Hives. While the new loft has given us 140% expansion in available infantry transit lines, having nine units ~ including a Communications Student, a former Prince and a former Princess, creates a continuious load bearing data drag.
          
          Madoa: Out here? This perimetre is massive. Miss Kang could easily install her custom double monitor grading desk right by that stone archway, and Nala wouldn't have to face a layout friction loop when she sorts out Kion's vacuum ~ sealed Dietary Protocol Stock.
          
          This good?

Can I just ask, are you enjoying wat I am reading so far? I think I am halfway to completing the next Chapter of "Safi's Legacy."
          
          Here's part two. I shall send part three of "Buzz Off" tomorrow.
          
          Vitani: Diagnostics scan complete ~ the lower tray contains a high ~ density, iron ~ enriched core. Nala, is it a Tactical Resource package allocated for the Vanguard?
          
          Nala: Exactly, Scout. Even a Super Soldier needs to recharge her batteries. You cannot successfully perform a wardrobe inspection if your stomach is growling.
          
          Vitani: The...the Operational Fuel is highly adequate, Mrs. Abioye. My data ~ driven analysis indicates my gratitude matrix is currently operating at one hundred percent capacity.
          
          *Bunga and Fuli come bursting in with the chaotic velocity of a loose Artillery Shell, their hair disheveled from working down at the docks.*
          
          Bunga: Zuka Zama! Mission complete! The raw inventory Mountain is cleared and my primary sensors have located the fuel dump! Look at that tray!
          
          Fuli: Bunga, wait! Vitani hasn't run a particle check on that perimetre yet! But...wait...my magnification lens is tracking a high ~ density, iron ~ ore enriched core profile in the lowest compartment!
          
          *The two execute a co ~ ordinated, high ~ speed pounce across the Kitchen. Bunga dives forwards, his hands reaching for the vacuum ~ sealed, dark chocolate energy bars hidden in the bottom tray of the cooler bag.*
          
          *THWACK!*
          
          *Vitani hits Bunga's knuckles with an Industrial ~ grade plastic spoon.*
          
          Bunga: Ow! Hostile Counter ~ Attack! Vitani, did your Cybernetic Eye just predict my trajectory?
          
          Nala: No, I did. 
          
          *Fuli freezes dead, mid ~ sprint, her athletic posture going completely rigid as her jaw drops in utter shock at the sight of Nala standing in their Kitchen.*
          
          Nala: [Entirely Commanding] Attempting to loot a vacuum ~ sealed supply line without checking the dietary calibration tags is a severe Operational Failure. This high ~ density core is strictly allocated to Vitani to keep her

I've finally started work on the next chapter of "Rival's Love" after getting distracted.
          
          And I'm getting plenty of ideas for Kion and Nala in "Rival's Love." Can you see Kion as a Culinary Arts Student?
          
          *Knock, knock, knock, knock*
          
          Ono: Hapana! External Perimetre breach! Proximity sensors indicate an unauthorised civilian unit measuring  approximately 1.75 metres in height...wait...processing facial data...sunglasses magnification at 100%...oh...it's Nala.
          
          Vitani: Calm your acoustic volume, Ono. Your rapid vocalisation is causing a minor vibration in my charging circuit.
          
          *Nala enters the house and slides down her turquoise glasses, her sharp eyes scanning the high ~ density layout. She looks at the massive bed, then Vitani's pencil ~ locked topknot, and, finally, up at Ono, who is balancing like a bird over the low sofa frame.*
          
          Nala: *Laughing, amused* Relax, Ono, I just used the rear entrance behind the Food Court. Not even a Specialist with your attitude could spot a Queen when she's executing a covert supply deployment.
          
          Kassandra: Mum! You're actually inside our house!
          
          *long gap*
          
          *Nala is unzipping cooler, methodically aligned containers on the laminate container.*
          
          Nala: Kion...er, Kabili...these are your designated, high ~ protein grain blends and pre ~ weighed chicken breasts, calibrated exactly to your Dietary Protocol. No allergen crossovers, no hidden starches, your varsity physical output depends on your intake.
          
          Kabili: Thanks, Mum. The Chef at Rocky Ridge Canyon was trying to turn my breakfast into a full ~ scale Medical Consultation.
          
          Nala: And, for our Live ~ In helper...Kiara...oops, Kassandra, consider this an official Operational Upgrade for your shift.
          
          *Vitani is sitting on a crate, her trailing power cable twitching as she glares intensely at the final heavy container in the bottom bag.*
          
          Vitani: Diagnostics scan complete ~ the lower tray contains a high ~ density, iron ~ enriched core. Nala, is it a Tactical Resource package allocated

It rained quite heavily yesterday and the day before for the first time in a while, and I got to cuddle a lamb.
          
          One of our elderly pigs has now passed away; I hear we are planning to buy two new pigs later in the year.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Three*
          
          *Outside the castle, a man with dark, curly hair, wearing dark shades, a beige suit and a black tie is talking into a mobile phone.*
          
          Man: [American accent] This place has huge potential, Al. Forget Sea World, forget Disney World, think Bee World ~ an entire theme park devoted to Bees, and I mean to get a piece of the action or my name's not Wilton P. Lyner Backer III!
          
          *He ends his call and strides, purposefully, through the Castle Gates.*
          
          *Meanwhile, Mr. Hives is showing Vitani and Madoa around the Castle.*
          
          Bob: All right, Specialists, fall in! Welcome to Sector Seven of our Honey Castle Perimetre ~ this quadrant houses our high density seasonal tourist transit lines. To your left is the Lower Courtyard Checkpoint, and to the right is the primary Security Moat.
          
          Vitani: System Vulnerability Alert, Director Hives. My HUD indicates that this liquid defensive barrier contains an un ~ sterilised moisture density of 98%. The presence of overgrown Lilypads reduces emergency sprint velocities by 12%. It is an absolute infrastructure leak.
          
          Madoa: Relax, 'Tani. It's a decorative moat for the tourists, not a Vanguard Frontline Boundary.
          
          Bob: Madoa is right, Scout. The moister quadrant is highly controlled, however the real Operational Bottleneck lies inside the Keep.
          
          *Later, inside the Throne Room, he shows them jars of organic honey syrup lined up against the walls and massive displays of "Honey Castle Mascot" lookbooks.*
          
          Bob: Notice the layout density. During the peak weekend shift, the customer crowd causes a severe aerodynamic bottleneck near the gift shop till checkpoint. I signed the Custodial Agreement Framework with Simba because I need Specialists who can maintain a 100% efficient processing speed without dropping thei

it's been very hot so far for this week; I have my fan on and I actually worried I might pass out from the heat the other day.
          
          The lambs are nearly weaned off the adults; one is still receiving milk from a bottle and its sibling seems quite happy to help itself to the extra milk.
          
          *The front doors swing open and Vitani, pale and clutching a woollen blanket around her shoulders to steady a rising FND tremor, steps inside clutching a backpack and rucksack.*
          
          Serenity: Welcome to Rocky Ridge Canyon, Miss Vitani. Mrs. Abioye gave very strict instructions ~ your quarters are entirely clear of the East ~ WIng renovations: no fumes, no dust and absolutely no white tarps.
          
          Vitani: Thank you, Mrs. McAfee. I don't need much, just a corner where people aren't shouting about Security Codes every five minutes.
          
          Abeo: You'll find it quiet here, Vitani. I adjusted the Security Patrol Rotations around the West Terrace ~ no heavy boots past you window after 10:00 P.M. You need to rest and recover your strength.
          
          Vitani: Thank you, Abeo. I appreciate that.
          
          Jame: Vitani, about earlier, I'm just going to say sorry for the noise from the repairs to the house carriage earlier. The contractor dropped a steel girder. I know loud, sudden noises can...you know...trigger things.
          
          Vitani: Don't worry, Jame, unless you drop a Bomb you won't rattle me. Just make sure your crew doesn't touch the structural foundations.
          
          Cassandra: Never mind the foundations! Tell me the truth, Jame ~ did those Clumsy Construction Workers bring white primer paint into MY main hall?!? Because, if I smell a single molecule of acrylic white, I am throwing my cocktail shakers into the garden and refusing to play the piano for dinner!
          
          Jame: [in panic] No! No white paint, Miss Love! I strictly ordered those Earth ~ toned clay finishes for the parlour, I swear!
          
          Serenity: That's enough! Cassandra, let my Son breathe, and take off those stupid garden shoes off my freshly polished floor before you scuff the wax!

I've just completed working on the next chapter for "Safi's Legacy;" it should be published by next week.
          
          Is Vitani secretly fearing being cheated on a plausible idea to you?
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Two*
          
          *The Castle's heavy oak doors to reveal an Office which looks like a cross between a Victorian Library and a high ~ tech Agricultural Laboratory. A Man is sitting behind a massive mahogany desk.*
          
          Madoa: Mr. Hives? I'm Madoa, and this is Vitani, but she prefers to be called "Scout." We're the additional help loaned over from Savannah Styles to help with the labelling push.
          
          Bob: Oh, thank Goodness! Please, come in, come in. Between the Tourists rushing for the 'Exciting Bee Rides,' and these dreadful Corporate letters from the anonymous buyer, my logistics are entirely compromised. 
          
          Vitani: Logistics are my speciality, Sir. My initial scans of your Television Broadcasts indicated a highly fortified Stronghold, but my physical reconnaissance revealed multiple Tactical vulnerabilities. Your filing system is completely disorganised ~ it's an invitation to a hostile infiltration.
          
          Bob: *Confused* My...my system? Infiltration? Well, I suppose the alphabetisation has gone out of the window since the threat of buyout...
          
          Madoa: What she means, Mr. Hives, is that she has an excellent eye for Inventory Structure. We're here to get your jars labelled and your shelves locked down so you can just focus on the business. Just show us the production line.
          
          Bob: Right, of course! I've got five thousand jars of raw, organic blossom honey for the anniversary seals, and I'm expecting my nephew round at 3:00. He's coming to photograph the Castle for a School project.
          
          Madoa: So, where do you want us to start, Mr. Hives?
          
          Bob: How about a quick tour of the house?
          
          Vitani: A reconnaissance sweep of the interior is a sound Tactical Decision, Sir. We must map the entry points, secure the data vaults, and identify blind spots before the anonymous businessman's legal force  arrives at 15:00.

How are things where you are? I am still diligently working on "Rival's Love," and on "Safi's Legacy."
          
          I had a chicken attempting to peck my boots the other day; sadly, for the chicken, at least, the boots are steel toe caps.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part  One*
          
          *Vitani and Madoa are standing outside a large Stately Home, Madoa reading a map.*
          
          Madoa: Ah, this is the place, 'Tani ~ Honey Castle, Proprietor: B. Hives. 
          
          Vitani: B. Hives?
          
          Madoa: Mr. Bob Hives. He's the King of the local honey trade.
          
          Vitani: That's a ridiculous alias. It'd be like calling a Vanguard Commander "General Frontline." 
          
          *Madoa picks up a box of honey samples from the back seat of Tiifu's car*
          
          Madoa: [Laughs] It's just his name, lil sis. They don't choose their titles based on tactical advantages. Now, check your belt buckle and make your ruler ready. We have a sale of 5,000 jars to secure before dusk.
          
          Vitani: If his name is Hives, and he makes honey, that makes the bees the real Infantry around here.  The threat is internal. I'll establish a defensive perimetre near the hives.
          
          Madoa: Please don't weaponise the insects, Scout. Just follow the scent trail to the labelling machine.
          
          *Vitani fingers the name badge pinned to her jumper.*
          
          Vitani: So we're living here for 12 Months, are we?
          
          Madoa: *Nods* If all goes well. That means you need to be on your best behaviour ~ no pouncing on toddlers, no calling the Real Estate appraisers 'Agents of The Shadow Buyer,' and absolutely NO cross ~ threading the garden hoses.
          
          Vitani: I can maintain the discipline, big sis. The financial independence is worth the restraint. 12 Months labelling honey pots will help secure my financial independence and University placement.
          
          Madoa: Good, 'cause I'm not bailing you out, 'Tani, I'm just your trainer. Let's make sure we both survive to see the contract through.
          
          Vitani: The perimetre is secure, Madoa. I will not fail the mission.
          
          *Vitani and Madoa enter the Castle Foyer*
          
          Vitani: Tiba's intelligence brief has been

Can I just ask you something, how does Vitani working as a Mechanic or a Handyman as a side job sound to you?
          
          I've named the three Auditors Mr. Crane [The Lead Auditor] and Mr. Miller and Mr. Henderson for now because I can't think of anything else off the top of my head.
          
          *Kion's Interview, Part One*
          
          *Kion is sitting perfectly still in the waiting area in charcoal pants and a sleeveless jumper when Tiba comes in.*
          
          Tiba: You've been sitting there for 20 minutes without checking your phone even once. Are you that disciplined, or just that frozen?
          
          Kion: Neither, Mr. Mtaalamu, I was simply Auditing the foot traffic. You have an average of about 4 entries every 10 minutes, but the conversation rate is lagging because the greeting is too slow. I'm here to fix that.
          
          Tiba: I take it you're Kion?
          
          Kion: Kiongozi Abioye, but, yeah, everyone calls me Kion.
          
          *they shake hands*
          
          *very long gap as Kion is escorted into Tiba's Office, just as Sarabi, Vitani and Fuli were.*
          
          Tiba: Your Dad and me used to spend our dinners arguing over the City's textile taxes. Now you're asking me for a minimum wage job and a staff discount. May I ask why, Kion? Half the stores in the City would just love to get their hands on you.
          
          Kion: Well, yes, but anywhere else I'm either a "Mayor's Boy," or a "Fallen Abioye." Here, I'm the one standing between the World and the people at the till. I want a post, not a career.
          
          Tiba: I see on your resume you have experience in "providing daily structure and emotional support for high ~ needs peers and younger family members," and you "facilitated educational goals and 'stabilised' domestic environments during transitional periods.""
          
          Kion: Yes, Sir. It means I'm the one who watches the clocks so the others don't have to. For Vitani, it means I'm the one who makes sure the lights are dim and the room is clear before the tremors take over. I provide the rhythm she can't find on her own.
          
          Tiba: And the younger ones? Kila and Funuga?
          
          Kion: With them, it's

I seem to be on a bit of a roll as far as new chapters for "Rival's Love" are concerned, and I've written in two new OCs, Funuga, aka Fluffy, and his sister Kila, who I am having as Kion and Kiara's younger siblings.
          
          I was watching a cat watching a bird flying in and out of a bush; I thought the cat might pounce, but it didn't.
          
          *The Commoner's Audit, Part 4*
          
          Zuri: Phones in Airplane Mode. Now. Any signal leaking from this Foyer will be logged as an Unauthorised Redevelopment Interest. We cannot have a conflict of interest while establishing Miss Vitani's suitability as Special Advisor.
          
          Lead Auditor: Are you joking? It's a secure device with a direct line to Pridelands Redevelopment. I'm not going to pause my life for a breakfast table.
          
          Zuri: It's not your life, Auditor, it's for our sanitised environment. If it stays on, it stays in the Foyer, and that means you stay with it.
          
          Kion/Kabili: It's a simple request, Sir. Unless there's a Data Variable on your phone you're afraid we'll find?
          
          Shaun: Don't worry, Sir, the signal in this room is already being chaffed. Putting your phone in Airplane Mode simply saves battery.
          
          *The Auditors grumble as they put their phones into Airplane Mode. Vitani notices Mufasa's shadow directly behind Zuri, and realises Zuri is acting as the dead Mayor's mouthpiece.*
          
          *The Auditors examine the walls, while one focuses on the 'decor.' 
          
          Zuri: Be careful with the placement, Mr. Miller. That's an Oakenstead original. If you move it even a milimetre out of its Visual Alignment, then I'll report a breach of Cultural Asset Integrity.
          
          *He backs away as if his hand has been burned. Every time an Auditor clicks a pen or opens a briefcase, Shaun makes a note on his tablet, mapping their anxiety levels.*
          
          Fuli: You guys are breathing pretty heavily for a hallway tour. Is the Atmospheric Pressure of our house getting too much for your lungs, City Boy?
          
          Lead Auditor: Miller, what do we have here? A breach in the Structural Integrity of the flo

I have another book underway in addition to "Safi's Legacy;" I've given it the name "The Shadow Guard," and am working on the Introduction at the moment.
          
          I saw one of our cats watching a bird flying in and out of the bushes; I thought the cat would pounce, but it didn't in the end.
          
          *Vitani and Madoa are in Tiifu's car driving down the street. Vitani is at the wheel and Madoa is acting as instructor.*
          
          Vitani: Madoa, my back is starting to hurt.
          
          Madoa: So's mine. That's why we're going where we're going in the first place.
          
          Vitani: It's just as well Tiba owns a bed shop.
          
          Madoa: Yes. You know, if I have to spend one more night on that 'temporary' fold ~ out sofa in my apartment, I'm going to start sleeping on the kitchen floor. At least the tiles don't have a metal bar that stabs you in the kidneys.
          
          Vitani: The floor is for Scouts in the field, Madoa. We are 'Retail Specialists.' We require high ~ density memory foam to maintain our operational readiness. Tiba promised us the 'Imperial King' model, *gap.*
          
          Madoa: Just focus on the road, lil sis! You're drifting towards the median, and stop trying to 'Scout' the traffic ~ just follow the blinkers!
          
          Vitani: I am not drifting, I am in the racing line! And, after we buy this bed, Kion is going to have to move the wardrobe ~ I'm not lifting anything until I get eight hours of 'orthopaedic alignment.'
          
          Madoa: Deal. Just get us there in one piece. If you crash Tiifu's precious car, we'll both be sleeping in a Jail Cell and I hear those mattresses are even worse than yours.
          
          Vitani: I've seen the blueprints for the local precinct. You're right, the thread count is abysmal. I'll keep us on the tarmac.
          
          Madoa: Oh, here we are, "Dream Depot."
          
          Vitani grips the steering wheel, her knuckles white, toggling her Cybernetic Eye to its "proximity sensor" mode, projecting a series of translucent red and green lines on the windshield.
          
          Vitani: Scanning the perimetre. Obstacle detected at 6 o' clock. Distance: 14 metres. Wind speed: