#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.
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An Original Publication of System* Publishing,
a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a
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