I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.
Thanksgiving Day Delivery
Ironically enough the drone that dropped the box at my doorstep, was a Testa model prototype. I figured a laugh was in order as the drone continued to hover in front of me after releasing the closed box, while holding a tablet for me to sign. As a board member for Testa I obliged the signature for our prototype model with pause or hesitation. This initial launch seemed out of place, however Felon Must always advised us to expect the unordinary at any moment in time. So I had just accepted this as one of those times. As I looked back at the drone while it moved through the air in a very silent and unattracting way, the logo or should I say our trademark was completely different.
Chapter 1 Consequences We really weren’t sure what we were dealing with at the time. The council readily accepted the intervention with absolutely no pushback, hesitation or questions. As for the rest of us, the ambassadors to the council we could only heed the directives sent to the council. Even though we had questions and uncertainties, we obliged our superiors with full acknowledgement. The last intervention we were educated on was with regards to our earthly explorations of deep ocean dives. Apparently a man named Cousteau had disturbed some deep nautical inhabitants. A result of that exploration allowed us to locate new underwater dwellers, and now the underwater dwellers know of humanoid beings. As this was explained in our educational modules we were to remain inquisitive and curious but all the while we would be deflected from learning any further, at least for while. As exciting and frustrating this became we soon learned to go about our business without raising suspicions. The council too had re-aligned shortly after we did and nothing more became of deep ocean dwellers. The odd Blackwater dwellers would appear and become a new form of sea life. Nothing too exciting for us but perhaps the scientists and explorers of deep water life were, when a new worm species surfaced or eels. The Council and the rest of us in the ambassador roles moved onto another area of focus.
Before I get too deep with my debrief, I send apologies to all our victims families. Please understand that this was a very secretive covert operation. Going into this op, my only options on refusal was to be turned into an informant against my organization for non cooperation. That being imminent death, or option two, death by dismemberment. Needless to say I choose to be a mole for the good of humanity. A Decent payoff, but more importantly a clean slate with a new identity and plastic surgery, among some other enhancements, as well as remain alive. As for the enhancements, they are not of concern at the moment, or at least for the debrief.
High Level Killer Elite
This opportunity came by and was too lucrative to pass up. The mark was of interest to a high level observer. When these offers come up the payoff is enough for 5 lifetimes. The work involves a few players. My network is very extensive after doing this type of baiting, so bootstrapping him would be no problem.
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One Cold Night
Well, I wasn't sure what the sound was that woke me. It's best described as a young child in distress with a very faint cry. I untucked myself from my sleeping bag and carefully in slow movements lifted my woven cotton toque above my chilled ears. Listening ever so patiently while exhaling in slow rhythmic unlaboured function, it was evident that I probably was hearing things. You see, living on the streets in the cold months the sounds seem to echo in various directions with no particular point of origin. Now mind you, that sound, the distressed sound of cries happens a lot. It could have been a possibility that my sleeping bag was not covering the manhole on the sidewalk, and the escaping vapors of heat that are cherished so dearly made this faint cry. You see being homeless our minds are usually on high alert for any potential threats or sounds while we attempt to sleep. Well, I shouldn't speak for everyone, but this is how I feel. Maybe, just maybe the sewer gas that absorbs into my sleeping bag and the labored breathing in my sleep draw in these toxins. I am not sure but I hear all things are possible from others on the street. Gee, you know come to think of it, I haven't seen a doctor in maybe fifteen years. Maybe more, because honestly, I don't recall what year this is.