Tin Universe Daily #266

#266

Child Care

When it comes to some of the more let’s say shady actions of their government, and I’m talking blood red shady, a lot of people in America, and I’m saying America because look here my feets are in America, they like to spout off about how some hard things have to be done to protect the whole of this great country.

They say this very easily when not faced with all the little details of what those hard things really are. The devil isn’t in the details, just all the fucking facts, and being purposely stupid and still stupid because a man or woman who did not get educated is not stupid but when it comes down to someone who stirs themselves away from educating themselves to suit their views, now that’s just fucking ignorant.

For the greater good.

They also say this pretty easy when there isn’t much chance of these things happening to themselves or their loved ones. Or that’s what they stupidly think. The word stupid comes up a lot when you talk about people who live their lives and want to force the rest of the world to live their lives also by sort sighted thinking.

It’s easy to sit on your couch watching The Fraught Housewives Of Another City Picked At Random with your minivan sporting a bumper sticker that reads DRILL BABY DRILL or KILL THEM ALL AND LET GOD SORT THEM OUT when you haven’t had your life destroyed by negligent companies or had a drone bomb dropped on your home with an “Oopse, but we got the guy were aiming for also” as a grinning government shell afterthought.

But what I’m really trying to stir my thoughts towards talking about all of this are the stripping of freedoms, the blindness to basic human rights, and the deniability of how we live our day to day lives and as a nation for the so called greater good.

In this country we have a very special knack for eating whole hog this notion of how virtuous our actions have been throughout our nations very brief history and if there have been mistakes, if there are mistake now, they are either so far in the past they aren’t relevant today or mistakes made by the other side of the political spectrum or most of the time it happens for the greater good.

But for the most part we’d rather not have the details at all because it’s easier to swallow a bucket of bullshit and have a clean conscious that way.

Well, not clean but dirt that has been spray painted over.

Talking about muddled thinking gets muddly.

We the people are part of the nation who once thought owning people as property and treating them as property was an alright idea. Oh, and saying well all countries owned slaves at one time or another in their history is a shit compact in the conversation because- One, not true. Two, so that somehow makes it better that we did. And Three, we were one of the last powerful nations to stop the practice of owning another human being or at least having laws that condoned it fully. That’s one of the main reasons slavery was a big part of the Civil War was that it was hurting achievable trade with other nations.

 And then you have the days we currently live in where we have politicians who can stand in the middle of our houses of government, in the year 2016 as I write this, and say things like, “Actually slavery was a great thing for those people” and “We are post racism”, and no one bats hardly an eye.

We talk false truths trying to not deal with sins our nation made and we still haven’t really ever addressed by saying “Slavery was so far in our past” It isn’t. “Slavery was 450 years ago” Not true. “Slavery was 200 years ago” A little closer. Slavery actually ended by my calculations, and I suck at math, as I write this sentence it ended around 148 years ago. Not really that long ago. “We wouldn’t have the America that’s the golden light today without the slaves we had then. It was worth it.” Slavery, worth it? We are so cowardly in our acceptance of so many things.

And you know who loves to play in these false truths, the true piece movers in this game. The powerful churches, the modern gigantic companies, and secret societies. Hell, secret societies couldn’t be secret societies without people trying to justify everyday and not so everyday things in life.

I would take some shots at groups like The Hellfire Club or The Card Deck who had a lot of fingers in the financial gains that came from the capture, transport, and selling of slaves all over the world but I’ve pissed them off enough of late.

For the greater good?

During the Civil War the United States government had a group of agents that did what it took to protect the future growth welfare of the nation as to its own hands at work.

During those blood filled years a Barbie was a secret officer of the government who was sent on missions not to assassinate Confederate members but those within their own ranks who were working against the progress of their path to victory.

There are only a few brief mentions of men visiting the president from time to time referred to as a Barbie here and there in records. This has never signaled any red flags with any historians to go into deeper research mode since the name never came up enough to make anyone want to write a book about.

From war to war for the greater good.

We the people are part of the nation who committed the two largest acts of terrorism ever on the planet Earth, so far, and to justify it we manipulate things to have the gall to say it actually saved lives.

Let us study this.

So The Raising couldn’t help stop Japan the same as they helped stop Germany? Sure a few of the members had left the team by this time but we had a Beyond Human group as powerful as a small army on our side and we still dropped those bombs and even if it was true that it saved us from future troop loses, and saved them from future troop loses, even if we had to use them, dropping nuclear bombs on largely civilian areas is terrorism.

Otherwise why do it?

And if you’re taking up the stance it saved lives from future battles then you are admitting that it was terrorism. It was done to terrorize another nation into surrender.

And in the end, for the greater good?

The head of the modern Barbie group; which is a black operations faction of the U.S. government, is a former Manhattan Project security agent codenamed Toly. Unknown to everyone involved in that project, including his base superiors, thought he was just another security agent; he was in fact there in case of a double agent or a traitor working against the project being completed.

He was a bullet in the head type of guy, a very good bullet in the head type of guy, and there were people who left that project and were never heard from again.

Very good at the bullet in the head.

Toly went from the Manhattan Project to an assignment after the war tracking down possible Beyond Humans for possible government work. This is when he disappeared from the espionage map as having any sort of identity. He has hardly ever been seen in public since and is a very powerful man because Operation Barbie isn’t his only stick to poke the world with but it’s the one that’s had its spider web in the government body the longest and thus has the most ties to play with.

He was very good at any job his government has asked him to undertake and that would petrify you if you know the types of things he has been asked to do, and from him came the modern Barbie operation as it is now. It is his baby, his philosophy, his molded weapon, his power instrument.

In the intelligence world everyone is trying to move up more and more until they disappear to new ladders with every bigger levels to trying and move up to.

The controllers in the intelligence world tend to get addicted to the levels of power they can weld against ants.

Ants would be what the intelligence world calls the rest of us.

We the people are part of the nation who sprayed chemicals on our own neighborhoods knowing this wasn’t safe. We created neat little adverts and documentaries showing children in pools smiling as we sprayed poison on them. We aimed directly at some Big Wheels rolling down the street and showered dollhouse during there housekeeping, all to push an agenda and profits. All for our lives now of longer lasting crops, that maybe poisoning us, copyrighted seeds, and better ways of killing bugs, pests, and people.

But let’s not stop there.

A little radiation injected into black soldiers and in capsules given to pregnant women got us to better headache medicines, which maybe ripping our bodies apart from overuse, and soldiers that can take a day or two more before they die of radiation poisoning when we put them in harms way for political gains.

Give some poor children small pox, gut a few more to make sure operations will work before a rich child lays down on the operating table, lock one in a room under a very important structure and constantly shock him so he will until the day he dies power this very important place.

And in the end, for the greater good?

One of the things that gave groups like Barbie so much leeway to do what they “need” to do was when more and more whistleblowers started popping up and more, and more dark and not so dark corners of the government wanted these leaks stopped no matter what it would take; so the idea of laws not mattering means is the law of the land.

And us citizens won’t even bother to look closer.

During the 1960’s within the United States intelligence community a term starting cropping up among agents, “Don’t respect the secrets, traitor to the flag, bullet to the head.”

In a past or is it future…whatever, in a story that has or will come out I talked about how large a part of our government black operations are and for the most part they have no real oversight.

You can see the huge amount of money we spend every year on black operations. Take that official number and ten times it and that’s closer to the facts. That should have you pissing in your pants, forget illegal wiretaps and social media information mining, those are things you know your government is probably doing if you have any sense, even before someone blows a whistle or two, but the things of black ops, not having even a clue one to what is going on, well, that should scare us all.

We the people are part of the nation who took other Americans and in some cases took everything they owned also so we could herd them into concentration camps. Men, women, and children no matter where they actually where from, just needed to fit the role, and no matter how long their families had been in America, pulled from beds, pulled from jobs, pulled from their lives.

And for those people who don’t like me using the word concentration camp in regards to the government rounding up of Japanese Americans during World War Two and putting them in prison camps. I guess prison camps wouldn’t suit you either? Well, fuck off, it’s the truth.

Another one those lessons we either don’t teach in our schools or they only get a brief mention just as with the attempted genocide of the Native Americans, the treatment of Japanese Americans during World War Two are signs of cowardice. We hide from addressing these black points in our history.

Makes you wonder when you think about it if the war with Japan had went really bad would they have put in an order to Sears for people size ovens and gave a boom to the railroad industry.

For the greater good?

Operation Barbie went from protecting government secrets and taking out traitors to being there to kill young Beyond Humans in case their lives are more a risk than freedom is worth.

And by young I’m not even talking teenagers here. Only a handful of younger than teen Beyond Humans have been known publically but it’s actually happening more and more every year which should hint at the scale of Barbie operations within the country.

When a lead of information brings them to a Beyond Human child suspect a team is sent to stake out the child’s life. If they witness the child’s abilities in play they are to report back and then they will be told to either keep watching the child or terminate.

Usually if the child’s powers aren’t drawing attention or don’t seem dangerous the agents will be put on permanent assignment until something happens. Half of the time they just wait until the child is of age and then call in other government agencies to arrest them. Arresting a child is just bad PR. The other half of the time usually something does happen and that’s just a matter of time. When Operation Barbie gets its eyes on you they are the hands holding your life strings and they will cut it below, the middle, or somewhere near the top.

You won’t find any record of the first operation or any of Barbie’s operations once this became their mission statement but that’s how black ops work in general, they don’t return from a day’s work and turn in an envelope full of receipts.

The first mission of the current Operation Barbie took place in New York City, 1984. Now looking back some Beyond Human scholars, mostly nutters, think the storm itself was because of a Beyond Human.

More than likely it may have been an Elemental, if not just a storm, they aren’t technically Beyond Humans, but if you have strange abilities you get thrown all in a lump group.

These days every historian looking to sale a book is going back throughout history trying to place Beyond Humans. You know like people do with historical figures being gay or having some secret illness.

Hitler had an undersized penis.

During this huge New York City blizzard; which had locked down the whole city, even stopping crime in its tracks, a couple agents had been watching a young Hell’s Kitchen kid for weeks, this storm just made this their new assignment.

The agents both had come from the C.I.A. Recruited by Toly himself. During these times the C.I.A. was Operation Barbie’s main source of recruits. Something that makes the C.I.A. try their best to fuck with Toly’s movements as much as possible.

Their names are not important, not even their code names. Plus, I don’t need even one more name to try and remember right now; so there I admit it, being lazy and this story is kicking my ass as I work on this draft.

These agents of Barbie had been freezing doing their stakeout out of an abandoned bakery. They followed their target as her parents took her to her grandparents, to school, to the park, but on this night they were like most everyone else in the city indoors and trying to find some warmth.

Those stuck outdoors, they were fucked. After this storm passed a reported 87 people would die from expose to the elements.

The Barbie agents were almost relieved when they spotted the top floor of the girl’s apartment building explode in the same blue energy they had seen the girl play with, tossing it from hand to hand in the park and while alone inside her room.

They found out about her when someone looking for some blackmail money contacted the girl’s parents who then contact the government. This is before all the anti-Beyond Human laws were passed and the government said they were just trying to help people and their families cope.

They rushed into the building knowing they needed to make it quick before police and fire rescue arrived. It would take them longer than usual with the weather but if she hadn’t killed herself also in that explosion they would need to take her down before she got any sort of grasp on what had happen. She would be in a haze of confusion, they needed to use that.

And they did.

We the people are part of the nation who destroyed decades of moral coding on how enemy prisoners should be treated. Torture through devices, sexual assaults, and death put a mind set in our soldier’s heads that standing with naked prisoners and photographing and disrespecting dead killed in combat is ok.

It’s way to the dark side of ok.

All in an attempt to paint the enemy as subhuman. It worked too. Look how our soldiers have been treated when captured.

And in the end, for the greater good?

Dented joined Barbie as he was an active member of a sniper unit deeply embedded in Afghanistan. He was found by Toly’s recruiting agent Recross during a mission that had went all tits up and he was the only one left alive from his unit.

Recross is a real piece of work that some say use to be a hired killer that got something on Toly but that might just be a misdirection story Toly planted. He is known for finding a way to get his way and wearing all black suits with bright red gloves.

Dented was every bit the soldier and now every bit the black ops agent. When he was in the military he was never out of uniform. When he was a base soldier he never left the base except when on assignment. He never had nights out with his comrades, he never had hobbies, and he spent every moment becoming a better and better soldier.

Now he looks the part, in fact really too much, of a spook, wearing nothing that calls out that he has any sort of personality. The true joy that he found from his military training was it helped wipe out everything he was and turned him in a soldier, and only a soldier.

Relaxed is when he talks like a soldier and moves in every way like one. Otherwise he talks like a fed and moves like one also. If anything that was his main weakness as an agent. He would never be an infiltrate undercover agent that’s for sure.

He went into the military in the first place because his family were worthless pieces of shit in jail every other five years sentence period shithead group of people.

College seemed to be the ultimate boredom of possibilities after growing up in a place that made Cops look like a proud family portrait.

And staying at home in Detroit screamed a life of working for a local dealer who worked for some white guy in California.

Instead he joined the military where he could shoot people and be taught how to get better and better at it.

When Recross rescued him one of the reasons Dented said yes was the fact that it was a lot more money because the only thing special about special forces isn’t the pay and he wanted to get paid loads of hard cash for his shits.

Dented is what the government wants in a soldier until they get too scary. He also joined Barbie because he was getting close to that point and was fully aware of that.

In his mind the clusterfuck that happen to his sniper unit was probably completely by design and not by any enemy forces.

When you walk these deep lines of black operations of someone trying to kill you that’s on your side of things is never a surprise.

Dented just met his partner Seabreeze outside the apartment which is the base of their Beyond Human child stakeout.

Seabreeze was a former sniper himself who served time in Iraq and Bosnia.

Barbie tends to hire a lot of agents with sniper skills because most of the kills they perform are from long range.

Unlike Dented, Seabreeze doesn’t look the stereotypical part of a soldier or a spook. He looks more like a high school math teacher really, though one you wouldn’t like to spend after school lessons with because he has the look in the eyes of someone who might touch you… there.

He’s short, rather skinny, with eyes that have a milky tint to them, and he does most of the talking for the two because people either think Dented is a cop or a fed; so he stands usually behind Seabreeze like the muscle.

He joined the Army in the middle of college, while in med school, after he finding the lack of intelligence in his professors to be quite maddening.

Recross was there to meet him after his last day in the Army. He left because they weren’t promoting, a promotion stoppage was on, and again he found the people he was supposed to be learning from deficient of wits, tired of taking commands in the field from dumbasses who almost got him killed on a regular basis.

The reason he accepted the pitch from Recross was one-part money. What, it talks, and if your whole live is going to be on the job you want to get paid. The second part of the reason Seabreeze said yes to joining Barbie was that it was about tackling the Beyond Human “problem” and the issues had hit home with him.

In high school before he found himself being called Seabreeze he was a state honor student who was graduating two years early and would be entering college already with two degrees since he had been taking college courses since he was in 8^th grade.

One night he was at a high school basketball game. He was covering it and taking pictures for the school paper. You probably know this story since it is recited all the time to show how dangerous uncontrolled Beyond Humans can be.

Near the end of the game as pressure was building on both teams with a point for point match to keep the score tied one of the players fell. He broke his arm but it wasn’t that simple. And the player stood in pain with his broken arm an energy started pouring out from his broken arm and then his eyes and mouth. A few people got out of the gym but he exploded like a small bomb.

Three people caught inside during the panic survived. One went on to become a local cop. Another was institutionalized a year after this having never recovered. And the last one of them would be off to medical school a few months after this.

And any reaction to these type of events are for the greater good.

We the people are part of the nation who watch as their neighbors, friends, and relatives are arrested for being born with special abilities, being a certain way that is totally out of their control, taken to prisons to never be heard from again on the pretense of what they could do.

And in some cases legally killed on sight and all evidence of such cases are instantly considered top secret national security documents.

Our nation has written into our constitution that Beyond Humans don’t have the same rights as everyone else, an enemy combatant just by who they are. No judgment on actions, no judgments on truth, just cold judgment on the breathing person breathing life and continuing to do so.

With Barbie’s it’s about looking at the individual enemy combatant and judging what level of intervention is necessary.

It usually comes down to individuals sending the final order and individuals slipping the switch or pulling the trigger for something they all saw coming. For those who know about Operation Barbie a lot of them think the people working it are bloodthirsty but that isn’t true. Most believe this is the only way of protecting their country. It’s not bloodthirsty but this kind of miss led patriotism is scary and dangerous.

Now as I’ve said Dented and Seabreeze and Operation Barbie’s existence are ultra-top secret and I mean really ultra-top secret, right up there with who poisoned Mary Todd Lincoln, but even if the existence of Operation Barbie was exposed I would bet you dollar to Krispy Kreme donuts sold that the nation would largely say something along the lines of “Bla bla bla greater good.”

Their handlers, and that would be Toly and Recross use the term necessary loses for giving out the final orders. What they mean and the truth are two different things. As is true when it comes to a lot of things.

Even good tasting tofu.

When they say necessary loses what they mean is the team is being pulled from this enemy combatant and being placed on watch for another. The ticks and processes that go to get them from watching to the kill order is only a matter of time no matter who it is. It’s usually just a case of coming up with a good way to taking them out once they science what abilities the child possess and how would be the best way of handling the kill shot because even though Beyond Human’s have no rights within the United States, a dead kid on the news is pretty bad PR in any circumstance.

The truth is necessary loses are also a way for the agents, such as Dented and Seabreeze, to wrap their head around the fact that they are killing children and keep a bit of their sanity intact because no matter what keeps them going they are slowly with each target losing their connection with humanity. Secretly Barbie agents have a six-year job span and then stories are made up for their deaths also.

Dented didn’t want any chance for this one to disappear. Most don’t have anything really big for them to worry about but there are some abilities that are scary even if it’s not turning themselves into living, exploding bombs that can take out whole high school gyms.

Dented is always the lead on missions and Seabreeze is ok with this. Doesn’t hurt his ego any because him in the other hand handling all of the talking and undercover work keeps him doing things that Dented doesn’t really get to order him around about.

They are a good team. This is their eighth stakeout together but as I said before some abilities pull things out of any place of what has gone before. Teleporters are a holy grail of Beyond Humans. Every government wants to catch one and try to use him but outside of India the only ones that has been found so far have been in adolescence and it’s just too risky to try and keep one to use during the chaos years of childhood.

The information gathered says they can’t teleport when within a building. They have viewed him doing it a few times in public and that’s how they were lead to him after a meter maid spotted him doing so in a park while playing hide and seek with friends.

Not only is reporting Beyond Humans profitable, as there is a twenty-thousand-dollar reward for every report that pays off, most street corners have at least one sign in loyal Americans window or on a wall telling you how reporting is your patriotic duty.

This whole assignment has gone textbook besides of the uneasility and extra chatter with superiors when you are dealing with a teleporter, this is what they do, its surveillance and strike if need be.

And as stated before if not, just a matter of time.

The fact that there is a government black operations unit called Barbies whose assignments are to watch underage Beyond Humans and eliminate them if needed really paints the world right now as not in its right mind but a world acting insanely out of control.

Kids aren’t good with control and then there is the parents, they aren’t good with the death of their children.

The parents were taken care of earlier in the day. Parents are usually taken care of in a way that includes the child but with this case the child was seen to be developing more and more control of his abilities.

Their house is burning as he plays a Wii game during recess. He isn’t going out at recess any this week. It’s his turn to stay inside with the teacher’s assistant and feed the class animals and plants and after he does so he is allowed to play Wii games until recess is over.

The order came, this was going to look like a terrorist attack and that’s how it will go down in history. Terrorists have become a good catch all word for black ops cover-ups. So all those crazy people who think every shooting or bombing is some sort of government cover up…well, they are stupid foolish halfwits with too much time and not enough brain power but in some cases it’s true. Every crazy nut of an idea can taste of pecan from time to time.

Before the fire department had even put out the fires Dented and Seabreeze were on a plane to Boston.

A terrorist group out of the Sudan claimed responsibility for the school bombing but the image of all of those dead preschoolers sent Pulpy into swift action on orders from his superiors he took out the whole group, all two thousand in under twenty minutes before they could even raise a voice that they had nothing to do with the death of those kids.

All the things going on that you just don’t want to know about. All the things allowed to happen for the greater good. To be honest the true crime isn’t in the actions but in us not caring and putting fingers in our ears time after time with a chant of for the greater good, for the greater good.

Check out all other Tin Universe releases at the below places:

SMASHWORDS:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/20576

Also can be found in Barnes&Noble Nook Store, iTunes, and many more places to buy ebooks.

The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #265

#265

Soundtrack Of Two To Go

The Poetry Of Eve Caesar

AND TO HELL

Standing in a dark room looking at all these faces,

Not one mine,

Think of what the outside world is saying,

Thinking of praying,

I have stopped my nature to lie,

I have trained myself to remember your smell,

If it comes to when you need someone to treat you right,

And I’m out of sight,

Turn down the lights that very night,

And now I’m not going to bite,

I have nothing else to mail,

Nothing on my shelves to sell,

Go find other palms to nail,

Fucking Hell,

I have done all I can to show you how I feel,

I have given you a flower,

I have even bought you a meal,

If you still don’t care how I feel about you…

You can take my heart,

That you already posses in your pocket,

You can take it and go to Hell,

That is all I have left to my little sweet tale,

SEASONS MISS

Security in a lonely existence,

Early deities wrote,

Seasons changing into dust,

Over the top love is a must,

Nothing like thinking about lust,

Servings of bliss,

Mixed drinks will cause you to think,

I just never chose to listen,

Sex percent of a drink,

Sex size of a sink,

I LIKE THE SMILE

I never thought I could feel true love again until I worked beside you,

Every day was the last,

Then I saw the light in you and it all passed,

There is love in this world and now I see how true that is,

I was blind to see once,

And now I rewind,

All the voices tell me it cannot come true,

I never planned to like the smile that came from you,

This hillbilly girl sure knows how to move,

The smile that came from you,

That made all the stories true,

My heart attack hit me like a Pulpy punch,

I was caught in the swing,

It hurt,

When all the others are gone I will still remain,

I wish I could say I know what shinned my polished mile gray,

When the smile came from you,

Check out all other Tin Universe releases at the below places:

SMASHWORDS:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/20576

Also can be found in Barnes&Noble Nook Store, iTunes, and many more places to buy ebooks.

The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #264

#264

Café Suicide

Part Two

Shane Crabtree has his dream job. He’s 23 years old and a travelling researcher for Ryan Industries. He has been given the chance to see that the world is a place with more complexities than even the human imagination can handle.

My imagination can cook up some pretty fucked up stuff but you probably know that by now.

No apologizes given, just hope you like what I’m giving.

The things Shane has encountered have stripped away all of his fears and he is now wondering how he can deal with that because a man without fear is close to becoming a man without humanity.

And that has brought him to today standing on top of a Ryan Industries research facility in Miami Florida, Coral Gables to be precise. The facility hasn’t been here long, just built a few months ago. Before this place was built he always reported to another research facility in California.

Twelve minutes ago he delivered The Armor Of Achilles from a recent trip to Rome. It was a hot summer in Rome but nothing compared to the heat wave that’s hitting Florida at the moment.

He should have known another trip to Rome would lead him down a bad road. The last time he was in Rome before this trip he faced a group of white faced guys in robes who kidnapped him and tried to sacrifice him to their Gods.

And that had nothing to do with his job, they were the tourist board.

They didn’t like his choice in hats.

He doesn’t wear hats anymore. Someone trying to slit your throat and blood drain you will make you rethink your fashion choices.

Now he is wondering if he can continue doing this for the rest of his life. When your life is on a line that leads you into encounters that almost get you killed because you liked westerns as kid, then maybe this line isn’t your best possible line…. Wait, what was the line stuff about anyways?

Away from my tangential writing brain and back to Shane.

The things he did to obtain The Armor Of Achilles is ripping at his gut. The sacrifices that had to be made to get information. The deaths that came because of his search. The deaths that came by his own hand. All of this eating eating eating at him.

Now no one who works or has ever worked for Ryan Industries could possible ever mistake it for church work but even dark corners have dark corners.

Ryan Industries is one of those companies who has a really good cover to its darker natures but those natures are so dark even people not looking can see the darkness, know this company isn’t out to add decency into the world.

He found the armor in the Colosseum; which when you think about it is probably the sort of place if you searched hard enough you will stumble across something old and probably dangerous.

The information that led him to the location of the armor at the Colosseum is where the sacrifices come in.

The only lead the company gave him was Rome. From that he followed false lead after false lead, fake story after fake story to locations where it was said the armor could be but nothing and more nothing so he had no choice but to go the route of sacrifices.

Now he didn’t have to sacrifice any lives into the arms of Death but he did have to manipulate, twist people’s natural courses so their destiny energies would transfer to him giving him a temporary form of narration sight.

To accomplish this he hired a local Dusk Swindler who called himself Juror. A Dusk Swindler is a non-coven associated Warlock who tries to use the natural dark side of creation to his own gain. He has no alliances beyond the deal and there tends not to be that many of them since Dusk Swindler’s tend to make enemies of those from both the dark and the light.

Juror didn’t always live in Rome. He’s originally from London but he had his reasons for getting out of the country quick and when he caught a flight out he didn’t mind not being too choosey.

Shane told him how much energy he would need and after a back and forth to come to price Juror showed a teacher away from a future where she would have become a country hero and a government agent away from stopping a terrorist bombing a week later in the city.

Juror and Shane parted ways and Shane was able to see where the object would be located.

From there he had to be the cause of several deaths so he would be told of how the armor got there because the true story of any powerful object would help give you more control of the object.

To make these deaths happen he was put in touch with a Viper. A Viper being a ghost creature that has one foot in the afterlife and one foot in the living world. They make good assassins when someone supernaturally connected wants to kill a normal person and not draw attention from either world.

All Vipers are the same the world over. They don’t talk. They usually are dressed in old suits but always black and white in color. They are never female. They move super-fast and kill with a knife that leaves no marks after death. To all medical examination the person died of natural causes.

The Viper killed six people and Shane got his story.

The last person who possessed the armor was a soldier under the command of Alexander The Great.

His name was wiped form history but we can call him Sam.

I’m watching a lot of Supernatural as I work on this; so blame that on the show, not me.

It was a gift of Alexander himself to Sam in return for uncompromising loyalty. All the stories you have read about Alexander The Great’s exploits, well for all of those Sam was right there by his side.

The stories tell how Sam lost his sanity after Alexander’s death. He flipped his lid the instant Alexander stopped breathing and killed everyone around Alexander, including the offical painter who was there to paint the last moments of Alexander’s life.

Sam went on a slaughter spree killing everyone who had ever stood against or spoke against his friend. Be them of low or high rant. Be them rich or poor farmers, all died who had stood against Alexander.

Sam took up combat by only himself against legions, killed more than a few holy men, became a myth, lived a long life, and gave up one day a century or more later in the Colosseum. The armor had granted him near immortality but he didn’t want immortality of any manner.

Sam fell to his knees on the day he gave up, right in the middle of the Colosseum, and prayed but by this time his Gods had left the Earth.

The silence returned for his prayers made his heart stop and the armor hid itself into an at the moment created chamber under the Colosseum as Sam passed fully from the world of living.

Time and Destiny were so angry with him they wiped his true name from history forever to never be known again.

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #263

#263

Those Type Things

It isn’t every day- be it Christmas or execution day, no matter what your job is- be you a baker or executioner, for it to require you to sit in a poorly lit room, under a terrible Chinese takeaway in Los Angeles with a table of high skilled Israeli agents staring you in the face.

Israeli intelligence agents are some of the best in the business. And in the current state of world affairs that business is quite busy. When you go up against these people in any way you better have your piss angle calculated or the spray back will do more than make you pants stink.

These agents are from the Israeli black operations group called Dagon. Part of the overall I.S.E. Israel Security Establishment. The intelligence arm of the I.S.E. consists of Shabak; which is responsible for internal security including the Israeli occupied territories, Mossad which is responsible for foreign intelligence, and Aman which is military intelligence and also an independent service equal to the army, navy, and air force.

The Dagon operates within Mossad. Their service is one of finding objects and knowledge that will help protect the chosen people of God and their lands.

You know the deal. They’re the chosen people, the others are the chosen people, you can be the chosen people too, all anyone needs is a Dr. Pepper.

These Israeli agents aren’t Dr. Pepper fans, they also aren’t alone at the table.

Also there with them is an American, loyalties unknown, from Boston, who goes by the name Lobster Tail.

Well, I know his loyalties but You Don’t :)

His name would give a chuckle if his outfit of old boots, worn jeans, and a Red Coat jacket wasn’t already smile worthy. It’s like he was lazy cosplaying the stereotype of someone from Boston.

Plus, Lobster Tail was the only one at this table smiling at all and he has three highly trained agents threatening to kill him if they don’t get what they want.

What they want is an object called a Castle Globe. Also known as the Heart Of Camelot. It is said that when the heart was stolen, that was when Camelot’s troubles started.

You know the drill- Merlin seduced, Lancelot & Guinevere in love, the Green Knight being a dick, the vampires, all that stuff.

The Castle Globe is supposed to protect any castle from attack, any kingdom from being conquered. If you know your geopolitical history, you might see why such an object might be of great interest to a country like Israel.

When you have a lot of countries surrounding you and all over the world who either hate you or who are your ally as far as trying to manipulate your exist to benefit them and you just ant that fucking big of place, then you try to find ways of getting the advantage.

Whether you like Israel or not they are the short limping asshole rich kid. He might be a short limping asshole rich kid but if he gets into a fight picking up a stick shouldn’t be a surprise.

The last time the Castle Globe is said to have surfaced was during The Crusades. All that you have heard about the Crusades, all that’s in the history books is nothing compared to all the shit that really went down.

But this story isn’t about that.

Many thought the Castle Globe was taken to the Vatican vaults when the church was rounding up the world taking hordes of religious artifacts from all faiths and placing them at the feet of the Pope.

That was a secret crusade during World War II.

And again this story isn’t about that.

All three Dagon agents had handguns pointed at Lobster Tail. One of them was poking at his eyes. It’s called Mosquito Tinnitus. It’s a tell of government agents or anything who has an earpiece in most of the day such as TV commentators or undercover cops. Though Mosquito Tinnitus is starting to crop up a whole lot more with a lot of people walking around now with earbuds in most of the day.

‘Where is the Heart? We will not ask again.’ asked the agent who was poking at his ear for the second time.

‘What, you think I have it?’ Lobster Tail stated.

‘The Templar engraving pointed to Mexico. To that hidden tomb where we found two of our men you killed.’

‘You should never trust an engraving,’ Lobster Tail told him.

‘Where is it?’

‘Can you answer my question, like why an Israeli black ops group is basing its operations under a Chinese takeaway joint in California? The food sucks by the way,’ Lobster Tail

‘Where is it?’

‘No banter? Ok, ok, but honestly I don’t know. I handed it off to my people,’ Lobster Tail

‘Who, where?’

‘That would be telling. I know you former Mossad guys understand how to keep secrets so respect should be shown,’ Lobster Tail

‘Ok, time to kill you.’

Lobster Tail stretched his arms out down the table as if reaching for the other end and pulled on a button on his jacket and two small glass balls rolled down each sleeve and onto the table.

He closed his eyes.

The agents didn’t.

The glass balls cracked and suddenly the agents started twitching and then violently scratching at their eyes until they had dug out the whole eyeball and then they started digging into the sockets.

As they fell to the floor digging at their whole body with their nails they started saying things in Latin.

‘It’s tough the first time you smell Hell smoke unless you have been tied down to protect yourself from its effects,’ Lobster Tail

Lobster Tail calmly got up and collected the agent’s guns. He put one inside his jacket and one inside each boot. He still needed to clean up his tracks. When you go up against Dagon you need to clean up your tracks, that is after all why he let them capture him, to end the trial of this operation.

Before heading up the ladder that leads upwards and into the kitchen he turned around for a few words, not that the agents below were in any state to pay attention to him, ‘Those were my last two Lucifer Cracks. Pisses me off you lot, always thinking no one else is as prepared as you are.’

And then he was off to drink with a very old Shaman, then protect a potential, then it is book time.

At least that was the plan.

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #262

#262

Soundtrack To Migraines

The Poetry Of Eve Caesar

DAY TO DAY

They come to work for the lives of their children,

Wanting to never see them suffer like they have that is true,

Men and women trying to prove that an American Dream is still alive,

They are the slaves of the day to day lives,

Douching of a taste of melody,

Awaiting the chance of no more bitter tea,

Young feelings are all that matter,

Turning money into moral banter,

On the subject of wasted lives,

Daring others to try these things once or twice,

Among them some bad apples fall,

Yearly going from work to the mall,

They come to work for the lives of their children,

THE HE

Leather boots,

Non-opening shoots,

And malice filled groups,

Are his way of life,

Tanned brutes,

Hayed mutes,

And nursing groups,

Are her way of life,

TO SOMEONE OTHER THAN MYSELF

I see an Angel flying away in the distance,

Should be trying to catch her,

Catch her so I can say….

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #261

#261

Café Suicide, Part One

Florida isn’t just the Sunshine State, and that nickname itself is bullshit because Rain Fucked State would be more like it, it’s also the state that felt The Florida Impact, it’s the state of that unknown to most is routinely visited by Elementals, it’s the state that has two individuals who could be the next Pledge and thus become one of the most powerful beings in existence, and it’s the state that has weird and wonderful growing out of its butt.

Even though it looks like a wang.

Out of its butt.

Miami is one of those examples of how America’s surface being all everyone is beautiful and the underbelly is standing in the shadows whispering “I’m the one who touches you when you are asleep.”

Miami’s surface is rich NBA players, former alien royalty, and tattoo shops catering to celebrities, and artificially enhanced men and women showing off a nice bit of skin. The bright colors and painted images of what Miami disputably wants to be has become the official representation of what people think it is.

Underneath you have the shadows of Miami which is mainly closeted bigots, supernatural destinies, and one or two pretty twisted places to get drunk. Being afraid of shadows is a way of trying to control those who have to live in the shadows but it’s also a warning because all those stories you have ever been told about the darkness that sleeps within shadows is a forewarning you should heed. Be careful because even though not everything is bad or evil there are still reasons those things live in those glooms of gray.

If you haven’t been to Miami and know nothing about it you would probably buy fully into its glamorous image of beautiful locals, beautiful people, and beautiful culture. And that’s ok. It’s not reality but its ok unless you live there. You can think there is no crime in Canada and you can leave your doors unlocked but doing so when you live there would make you one dumbshit fuckhead.

A place very few know about, an example of Miami’s poor among rich, is the Café Suicide. In Miami the rich can reach out and touch the poor but they wouldn’t. It would get their hands dirty. The poor could easily reach out and touch the rich too but then they would just get the urge to strangle them and it leads to paper work and people trying to get them to explain things.

The café is stuffed among the starving. Literally, it’s between a homeless shelter bakery and a fortune teller.

The outside of the café and its neighbors are crumbling among newly built buildings as rich developers are trying to buy everything up and make it a hipster walkabout.

Enough to make you puke.

If you have ever heard of the café you might only hear about the good things but it’s a really dangerous place to be. It’s a shadow place. Anyways, the name kind of gives away that it’s not a place of sunshine and roses.

Café Suicide is located in South Beach. A stretch that was once known as a lineup of dregs and now is remodeled to be safe for the rich and snow bird alike.

And the very talented basketball players hated in Cleveland.

And now in Miami I guess too?

Though public records and local people’s perceptions have the place being in South Beach for about ten years, the Café Suicide has gone pretty much unchanged for a hundred years. It was here before the body builders, before the tattoo reality shows, and even before Shaq came to town and left with a ring.

It’s also gone pretty much unnoticed for the same length of time. It’s called magic and its way cooler than the Orlando kind.

It’s a small place about the size of most french fry restaurants. The café is owned by an illegal immigrant from… well, even he can’t remember but not this reality. When he first came here he worked as a traveling trickster. But after a few years of doing that, as in a few decades, a lot of decades, he retired to run his café house. Though then it was more a tavern.

He’s still very much a trickster.

At the moment the owner of Café Suicide goes by the name Mank. Why he took it on and what it means isn’t of any interest to anyone. It isn’t of interest to anyone because he let a drink lover of the time pick out the name for him and he just kind of got use it.

Mank looks like an old sumo wrestler and smells like an oversexed ogre. He is jolly in a way that scares people and his smile makes the hairs stand up on the back of your nick. If he gets angry with you pray that something else will distract him from gazing at you.

Most of the visitors to the café walk among the planets dark corners but then again who else would visit a place like this? A few actually come here willingly to hang out. Sort of like the people who use to attend hangings for the ambiance.

Shane Crabtree came into the café on a very busy day. All the regulars were there. The Luthor Triplets, always talking about the good old days in The Darkness Bite. Never trust twins missing the same eye and never trust triplets from The Darkness Bite.

Mike and Roma are in-between jobs and for two universal bounty hunters they talk politics a lot. Just don’t ever try to choose a side because that’s not too much. They’ve been out of work for a while. It sort of ruins your standing with the type of people who hire universal bounty hunters when you turn on someone who hired you.

There are always a large group of mer people from someplace, I can’t remember at the moment, in the café. They’re usually talking about Aquaman comics but right now the subject of conversation is the upcoming Summer Olympics.

The rest of the café crowd Shane wades through on his way to the ordering line is made up of a forgotten mischief God, lost soldiers from throughout time and space, and one young warlock who never talks to anyone, his name is Nikolaj.

After waiting in a line for a few minutes Shane ordered a plain coffee and a piece of cake. He usually doesn’t drink plain coffee or eat cake but it just felt like the thing to do. The café really doesn’t offer that many options to its customers. The menu besides daily specials usually only has plain coffee, cake, cookies, and someone of the best homemade vanilla wafers in North America.

Twenty minutes later they finished his order. It was handed to him by a one armed barista with a name tag that said Single on it. She had a nice smile that made you forget all the scars and the small skull on her neck.

Half an hour later Shane found a small table between the mer people. The group gave him a little look before going back to talking about swim trunks versus swim suits.

He sat there quietly drinking his coffee and eating his cake. When the last drop and last crumb were gone Mank appeared in front of the small table. He does tend to do that to customers but if you’re a regular you get use to it.

Well, not really, how do you get use to someone appearing out of thin air when you’re not expecting it.

‘Can I get anything else for you?’ Mank asked

Shane slowly looked up. His head felt like he had a weight attached to it, ‘I don’t know.’

Mank threw one of the mer people out of a chair and sat down beside Shane. That mer person left knowing he was no longer welcome in the café and his friends just went back to talking without even a glance towards Mank.

‘Individuals come into my café when they are at a loose end. They in time make a choice. But first they always want to talk because everyone has a story in them,’ Mank

Check out all other Tin Universe releases at the below places:

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. William

Tin Universe Daily #260

#260

The Fish And Chips Cometh

I think most Americans with any imagination and joy for things different from their own lives and surroundings; which I admit is probably a small grouping, see Great Britain, The United Kingdom, and London as something other worldly, slightly askew from the rest of reality.

We here in the hand of the hamburger don’t even really teach our own geography and history properly so it’s no surprise when we get information extremely wrong.

Basically I’m saying it ant my fault.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

For those who get confused with Great Britain, The United Kingdom, and London, about what is what and what’s in between, and I know you are there, several of you are related to me. Let us right here talk about Great Britain and The United Kingdom which both are used to describe the country by a lot of people here in my part of the world. Some even say London as in London is the country.

That’s like saying Chicago in referring to the United States.

FYI, it actually should be stated as The United Kingdom Of Great Britain And Northern Ireland.

Politically Great Britain refers to England(London), Scotland(Edinburgh), and Wales(Cardiff) but not Northern Ireland.

London is the capital city of Great Britain with other interesting cities such as Brighton, Coventry, Leeds, Liverpool (full of YA writers), Manchester (full of diabolical masterminds), Nottingham (home of The Kingdoms Thieves Guild), and Sheffield (which is nice if you don’t mind running into elderly cannibals.)

Now with me saying all that above and probably getting most of it wrong enough to have half the places mentioned wanting my head on a platter now, I will say I’m going to refer to the country as simply Great Britain because if anything else that’s how I grew up thinking of it as.

But I will stand on the fact firm that Manchester is full of diabolical masterminds.

On the surface Great Britain seems to be a prime example for any country on the subject of having to deal with being around during the time of the Beyond Human surge as some biologists are calling it.

On the surface Great Britain doesn’t seem to have any Beyond Humans anymore. The whole “On the surface” thing should tell you something that I don’t need to really say.

The last time a Beyond Human was reported in Great Britain was in 1980 and her name was Stacey Jealous. That’s a story that will wait until the time I let one of the British voices in my head out to play.

Outside the surface layer Queen and Country are protected by some very old, very ancient, very unusual forces that have become the secret weapon of the nation’s defenses. Very few people even within the Queen’s borders know about these facts.

The whole story is only known by a handful of people and even those working within these layers of protection don’t know much. Just follow orders is a powerful thing. It can shift ideas, pound tyrants, and craft empire.ING

In a secret room, during a secret meeting, a covenant of blood was made. A treaty was struck and a transaction was made for magical forces to defend the royal bloodline and her close lands.

You are sick on your own Australia and Canada.

Very few people know about this and no one yet from other governments, though all know something is up. There are spells and other such stuff to protect these secrets and to keep people from revealing them. Such as if an agent leaves Her Majesties Service he or she will lose the knowledge of how the government pack with these other forces works. They will feels gaps in their soul, and this makes many commit suicide in time.

There isn’t another nation on the planet that hasn’t been touched by the power of a Beyond Human attack except for Great Britain. The deal is basically a trade covenant that is reliant upon an agreed upon a protection structure.

That was two “upons” for the price of one.

Because of this deal Great Britain has always requested Pulpy stay off their lands and out of their airspace. Officially their statement is we don’t need you because Great Britain is not America and unique among nations in our blood and our way of life.

People just know something is up with Great Britain and Beyond Humans, they just haven’t been able to figure it out yet but one nation among all the others in the world and no Beyond Human activity, yea, ok, that doesn’t scream something is up.

Great Britain was the original drafters of the United Nations Beyond Human Articles Of War And Peace Time. The Prime Minister of Great Britain has been the Prime Minister since just after World War Two, they have even changed laws to keep him in office. A very old man now the prime minister of Great Britain is rarely seen today and speaks mainly through representatives and the royal family.

This mystery surrounding the Prime Minister is one of the many reasons there is a growing mistrust between the British government and its people, especially its youth.

Though there isn’t any Beyond Human activity in Great Britain that is known they do have some of the strictest and some say most inhuman Beyond Human laws ready to be enforced. The way they are ready to treat Beyond Humans makes the United States look like the Republic Of Ireland.

But all of that aside, one of the most unusual things about Great Britain is MBH-13 and all of its sub divisions and one very image to behold agent in Dexter Morse. Known for his flashy weird styles of dress and personality changes this is one agent who has faced the uncanny and learned to back it down a time or two.

Today Dexter is fresh from a mission to Japan he was sent on to bring back a fleeing fugitive for an Other Realm ally. This has become his specialty, tracking down fugitives, and keeping them off the worlds radar.

This fugitive was named Braxtel, former knight captain to King Iubdan Of The Tiny People. Hey, don’t yell at me about political correctness, that’s what they were called.

When the old Gods left they granted King Iubdan and his people rule of a realm called Grandabull, called the place of small giants now.

Dexter found Braxtel in an underground Japanese brothel packed with living school girl sex dolls and creatures of Japanese myth down on their luck. Japan was a country that intergraded its ancient culture into its modern living better than any other. Most of that is on the underground down low and out of total public knowledge but if you dig, and not even that far, you will find it.

For someone who walks the alleys that Dexter walks a trip to Japan is never boring. Impossible to be boring. It would be dangerous for someone like him to find boring in Japan.

It took some persuasion and a kick in the mouth from Dexter, that broke Braxtel’s jaw, but in time he agreed to come back quietly so he could be returned to his home realm.

After he handed Braxtel, slightly broken, over to a group of Tiny Knights…..what else am I going to call them, Dexter headed home for a few moments of rest, back at his London apartment.

If you ever wondered why London apartments seemed to be price ranged out of the reach of just about everyone it’s because most of them are homes for government types of some sort.

Dexter is settling into his after mission routine of one plate of curry and one of fish & chips. The curry is from a special curry place ran and owned by a former troll who immigrated to this realm. The fish & chip shop that he loves is owned by some old lady from Manchester.

He makes a point of only eating curry and fish & chips when he returns home so it creates another reason to make him want to return home. On the road he likes to explore other cultures food choices.

Dexter is an adapter, though he always adapts in strange ways. His personality shifts with the winds and so does his tastes in clothes and food.

Except for curry and fish & chips when he comes home.

He has always kept his apartment decorated sparsely. It’s kind of a British thing anyways, unlike Americans who stuff their homes with everything they can get their hands on.

The thing is there isn’t anything in this apartment that isn’t dangerous. I mean you travel around you take a thing or two from you travels, even if that might brake some rules or not be the smartest thing to do.

The oak bookcase once belonged to a group of Liverpool writers who about a year ago wrote a reality into being by use of bone carved pens and human soul ink. Dexter brought them in and now they work on propaganda for the Royal Family.

Someone said he once used The Bible Of The Orchid Secret as toilet paper but that story is pretty absurd.

He does have some dragon poop in his icebox though but that’s just in case he has a party or orgy or something along those lines.

The carpet was found in Iraq and is held down with Buckingham Palace chairs. Yes, it’s a flying carpet and the very notion of that maybe a little racist but flying carpets are cool so when the idea for one enters my brain I use it.

The chairs were in Buckingham Palace until a couple security guards once sat in them for too long and they relaxed so much they almost stopped breathing. They were a jinx trap set by the dark warlock Dewolfe.

The secret first children of Princess Diana disappeared from history from the other two chairs in the room. That’s why he has plastic covers over them, old grandma style.

There is no TV or electronics because when home he wants his mind to relax. He doesn’t even read that much at home though he usually tells himself he’s going to.

Nothing in the kitchen but a big supply of plastic forks, spoons, and knives, and a number of different glass wear.

Some wall decorations that embellish the place are a sword from The Island Of Gods Garden (he was almost eaten on that trip, though that wasn’t the first time he was almost eaten), a shield that once belonged to Alexander The Great which was stolen on a battlefield (it possesses a power to make its holder a great warrior), a necklace gifted from an Angel to a belly dancer (it smells as sugary as a burning human), and jar of huge spider eggs-pickled (found underground in a Cult temple in Africa.)

A Guy can’t drink pickled egg juice though, it causes Daggs Fever, but he does need something to drink while eating so a quick trip to the bathroom was in order. If you want to discover the truth nature of someone you just have to visit their bathroom.

Dexter opens the bathroom door and there was a bathroom, which isn’t a surprise but it was not an apartment bathroom but a bathroom in a pub in another reality. And you thought walking into someone’s bathroom to find a dildo or hair clogging the drain was weird.

Dexter walked into the bathroom, took a piss, and walked out into a bar during its early morning before opening period.

He didn’t wash his hands.

How un-British of him.

The bar tender was pulling down chairs and bar stools preparing to open. His bar attracts some strange people but not many stranger than Dexter.

His name is Triet, bar tenders and nicknames, what’s with that?

‘You would think alternate realities would clock match?’ Triet

‘Or maybe I’m always here during closing hours on purpose?’ Dexter

‘Spooks, no matter what reality you’re from, all assholes,’ Triet

‘Well, the God Mark smells like marshmallows.’ Dexter

‘We just call it home,’ Triet

‘And Demons don’t call Hell, Hell,’ Dexter

‘What do they call it?’ Triet

‘Fred,’ Dexter

Triet reaches over the bar and pulls out a bottle of scotch, ‘Blah blah blah.’

Dexter grabs the bottle with a smile and heads back to his towards the bathroom, ‘Best booze in the T.C.S.’

Crossing reality thresholds always makes Dexter piss so as soon as he leaves the bar bathroom and reenters his apartment he has to piss in a jar. That will go down the drain later.

After pissing he is finally ready to eat his curry and fish & chips. Thoughts of coming home and doing this keeps him going sometimes when nothing else will. Sometimes it’s the simple things that can inspire us to keep going.

He is ready to sit down and eat when a knock comes to sound at his door. This is why he doesn’t take things easy and eat curry one day, fish & chips the next, because usually he only gets one day to rest and a lot of the time not even one day.

Dexter opens the door to find his Envelope standing there all professional and ready to ruin what of the day that was his.

An Envelope is the one who gives out mission assignments to Dexter and his like. They also operate as top secret mailmen between agents and the MBH-13 Inner Circle. Most field agents never get a glimpse of any sort of base operation.

Dexter turns away from the door slightly pissed, ‘No, no, no, no, I’m starving and this scotch is screaming for the blood of my liver.’

The Envelope entered, closing the door behind her with a small grin on her face, ‘This isn’t for a few months.’ Envelope Babble

‘Where?’ Dexter

‘Boston,’ Envelope Babble

Dexter grabbed his curry and sat down in the floor and started eating, ‘Really, off to the colonies I go?’

‘Those chips look good,’ Envelope Babble

Dexter looked up at her, ‘Do you mind drinking from a bottle?’

‘No, sounds like a treat,’ Envelope Babble

‘Just don’t eat all the chips,’ Dexter told her.

Envelope Babble grabbed the fish & chips container and sat down in the floor beside Dexter. The bottle was between them.

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