LOST JOURNALS OF THE ATLANTIS TEAM

LOST JOURNALS OF THE ATLANTIS TEAM

LOST JOURNALS OF THE ATLANTIS TEAM
I found these journals of my great grandfather while I was going through grandmother’s attic one weekend. It tells his story of how he met my great-great grandmother, how he helped her and they fell in love. It goes from when he was eighteen and just starting out as the famous, P.I., and Bounty Hunter he would become. I spoke with Grandmother Chestnut, and she told me all about him. They helped the world we know today to become the one of peace for all humans and anthros. It seems that my family comes from a long line of humanities helpers. My great-great grandfather was Simon Hunter, the world-renown creator of fusion energy. I do hope you enjoy reading the life story of my great-grandfather.

This is dedicated to him, and all those that worked to bring peace around for all races of this planet.

I also put his journal in third person to make it a little easier. That was done because according to my grandma, he was a bit of a goof ball. You see Max, (Still working on this part.)

Love
Saphira Chestnut




BOOK
ONE

THE SEARCH BEGINS




Max recalls the night he first saw her and how the little bit of life he had went spiraling out of control after that. It was a dark and stormy night when the wrap came at the door to his office. Max was getting ready to feed Vapor his Goshawk, and Salazar his Snow Owl.
“You know, Sal and Vapor, you guys have it great, nice easy life with someone to take care of you. You get all you both want to eat, the sleep, and the exercise. I know I’ve had it fair also. Yes, and it is thanks to the Donovan family. They took me and taught me all I know. He looks down to his feet and smiles. I know they wish I would wear shoes, but I love the feel of the earth between my paws. I know humans finally came to recognize us and give the same rights as them and all, but I still fell like the outcast I was growing up. Max sits on his desk and looks at the two as he tosses them meat. I just wish I could find the one thing that is missing in my life. I guess some of us are just -
There comes a soft knock at his door and a figure slips in, she tries to stay in the shadows , but Max can see with no trouble. He could she was dressed in a silk <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&k=purple%20dress" onmouseover="window.status='purple dress'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">purple dress</a> with red lace trim along her breast line and running down the cut from mid-right thigh to where the dress ended at her knee. She carried a purse of matching color. Max made out her big brown eyes and the glimpse of her silver tail. He had heard of silver vulpinae
but never seen one. He sat behind his desk and smiled that famous half smile of his.
“Can I be of some help, miss?” He asked
“I’m looking for Maxwell Chestnut the Detective. If you are him, I am in desperate need of you help. If you are not then I‘m sorry I wasted your time” the stranger spoke.
Max looked her over before he spoke. “I’m Max, please sit down and let me hear what it is you need help with. First you must know, that if I do help you, I wont kill anyone and I don’t carry a gun for I don’t believe in them. Also I love the way I look and never take my human form. If there will be any problem with that, then I’ll tell you now that I can’t be of help to you.”
Before she could say anything, Max had slipped a piece of paper towards her with a warning on it. My office is wired. The Fighters for Human Kind (FHK) have been listening to my office for years. We should go to the café down stairs.
She moved slightly allowing some of her thigh to show. She slowly got up from her chair and smiled slightly at Max. She didn’t say a word to him, but watched him carefully. She was warming up to him due to the fact that he seemed to be care for anyone’s safety. Yet at the same time she was still very weary of him. Her father had taught not to trust anyone to easy, make them earn it. Max stepped from behind his desk, patted his birds. He then picked up his fedora and <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&k=leather%20jacket" onmouseover="window.status='leather jacket'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">leather jacket</a>. He placed it over his shoulder, opened the door for her and waited for her to go out. He led the way down the stairs to the café. He helped her with her chair, then sat himself. A lady came over and smiled at them both.
“Well it be the usual Maxy?” She questioned.
“Yes, please Momma Donovan. The miss will have PG, Tips also with me.” He spoke gentle to the lady.
“My name is Foxxie Hunter, I’m looking for help with this. My sister, and brother have vanished. I’m an archeologist for the University of Cadger. We were working on our Egyptian find. We found a site that should not exist or at least not where we found it. We found it in Siberia, as you know there has never been an Egyptian Culture there. We were just about to head out and go to the site and begin work, when they both vanished. So please can you help me find them?” She begged.
Max looked her over very carefully, He could tell her in eyes, that she was scared and at her wits end as to what to do. He knew that Momma Donovan had heard what was said. He also knew if he didn’t try to help her that he would never forgive himself. “ Are you related to Simon Hunter the world-renown Scientist, that created the free energy we use today? I don’t care if you are or not. Its just that his work is a inspiration to me. He is the reason I do the job I do. He did it to help and that is what I like. If you will excuse me, I need to think for a moment and then when I return I shall give you my answer.” He rose and walked to back of the café and entered the kitchen. He was looking for Andrew, he had raised him and to Max he was the best guidance he could ever have.
Meanwhile while he was looking for him, Momma Donovan came and sat at the table. “ Don’t worry your little heart any, Max will help you. I can tell you are still weary of him, but have <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&k=no%20fear" onmouseover="window.status='no fear'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">no fear</a> we raised him proper and taught him to help everyone that asked for it. The part he told you about guns is do to how his parents died. They were gunned down when he was only two, just down a few blocks. As for the way he dresses, I’m afraid that is Andrew’s fault. He used to read a lot of detective stories, and told him of Buddha as a child. So he wears the suit and tie, He’ll also never get rid of the high collared priest cassock, leather jacket and the fedora. It does kind of give him a unique style to his life. I just wish he would wear shoes instead of going bared-paw. We go through enough without having to endure more hatred from those who don’t like our kind. If I know him, he is just out in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator for cheese. When he returns, if he tells you that he wont help you, stomp your foot and tell him that Momma Donovan told me you are to help me and not to take no for an answer mister. Then he will be at your disposal.” She half laughed.
Momma Donovan gently touched her hand and gave it a slight squeeze to ensure her all would be well.
“Thank you so much, madam. I just didn’t know who to turn to or trust, I went to the church because the Father was a very old friend of my father’s. Father Deal knew of Maxwell and sent me straight here to him. He told me I could trust him, but right now I’m very weary of everyone.” she sips the tea and gives a polite smile.
Little did any of them know that Miss Hunter had been followed since she left the church. The two had come in and took a booth at the far end of the café. They were taking pictures of all that was going on and trying to hear the conversation also. They were both dressed in identical outfits. Their outfits were that of tourist, they had the visors, shirt with a dragon on it, and kaki shorts.
Max having made his way into the kitchen found Andrew cooking up a storm like he loves to. Max walked over to the counter and hopped up to sit there. He smiled over to his adopted father and waited for him to speak to him.
Andrew looked up and smiled, “ You look puzzled my son, what is on your mind? Since you are sitting there, would you peal the vegetables while we chat?”
Picking up a knife and onion, Max did as he was asked, “Well father, I have a woman that wants me to help her find her brother and sister. They are archeologist, they were do some research and the two came up missing. I know I’ll help her, I just get a weird a feeling about her and this case. I’m not one hundred percent sure I want to take it. He father was Simon Hunter, I know he went missing and they found him. I just wonder if these could be the same people, maybe FHK? What should I do father?” Max finished peeling the vegetables and looked up to Andrew.
“Well son you know I will tell you to follow your heart and to help her. Life is an adventure and we never know where it will take us. Go for it and, I have faith in you that you will find them. Also will you put some shoes on. I hate to see you without any.” Andrew gave in his big bear laugh.
Max wiggled his paws at his father, and stuck out his tongue. He knew that even though his father was a grizzly bear, he had the most gentlest of hearts he had ever seen in a man. He jumped off the counter and grabbed some cheese. He looked back to smile and run. Andrew threw some fruit and hollered after him to eat other things instead of cheese all the time.