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Tending the Stones for the Lock XVIII

18th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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Meredith collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes, another day spent running around this stupid city looking for her stupid mother.  She heard a knock on her door and moaned.  If it was Basil Webb she was going to slam the door in his face.  He had taken her to the same ten hotels again, and talked to the same ten desk clerks again, and gotten the same ten “nyets” again.  The last clerk had looked like he was about to call the cops. Meredith moaned again as the knocking started again followed by a voice definitely not Basil Webb’s.

“Mrs. Wallace?”

Meredith huffed and got off the bed and walked to the door.

“Mrs. Wallace?”  A tall man dressed in a suit and tie was standing outside of her hotel room.

Meredith opened the door.  “Can I help you?”

“Well not exactly I am here to kidnap you and use that fact against your mother for our own ends.”

“Huh.”  Meredith took in everything at once, the man’s immaculately tailored suit, his crisp starched white shirt, the silk handkerchief  in his breast pocket and foot long knife with ornate etching held in his finely manicured hand.

 

Emily Bartloski sighed as she put took off her comfortable shoes and put them up in the reclining chair.  While the C.I.A. had it issues at least when they used private air planes they never skimped on the seating.  The plane had taken off without a hitch and now that they were cruising east towards Mongolia the sound of the jet engines was no worse then on a commercial passenger jet, much better then that rickety old Soviet era cargo plane they had been on before.  Emily closed her eyes and meditated for a few minutes she would have gone deeper but the sound of raised voices disturbed her.

“All I am asking for is a little help.”

“I am not a stewardess I am a mechanic so you can go pound sand.”

“Stewardess, how is helping me hand out food to everyone calling you a stewardess.”

“Its not something I do buddy, you want to pass out food, feel free, just don’t try and rope me into it.”

With that Holly stomped up the row between the chairs and up the ladder to the flight deck.

“All I asked was if she would help me pass out food to everyone.”  Brodie’s voice said from the galley area to the rear.

Emily sighed he wished these young people were not so high strung, the made a big deal out of the littlest things and forgot the importance of the really important things in life.  But she recalled that at one point she might have been the same way.  She tried to meditate again but was distracted by the noises coming from the galley and the person making them.  Brodie.  She had not had time to really discuss any of this since he had been forced onto the plane and not given a choice about continuing on with the journey when he had made it very clear all he wanted was to go home.  Slipping on her shoes and securing her cane she made her way back toward the galley.  She found Brodie going to town on a huge chunk of ice with a pick, she watched for a few minutes as he seemed to be venting his frustrations very well on the piece of frozen water.

“Trying to make sure that we all have cold drinks if we want one?”

“Huh?”  Brodie said looking up from the deep tray of ice that was in much smaller pieces now. “Yeah just trying to be helpful.”

“You always are Brodie and you have been a great deal of support on this trip.”  Emily saw him start to protest. “No I mean it, and I am sorry you got roped into this.”  She motioned around the airplane. “I know you wanted to go home and now you are stuck going further than I have any right to ask you to go.”  Brodie looked down at the tray of ice. “But let me tell you for someone that does not know what they were getting themselves into, you have handled yourself remarkably well.”

Brodie shrugged.  “Maybe it is good I could not leave you.”

“What do you mean dear?”

Brodie looked at the tray of ice and pushed around the small pieces of ice with the tip of the pick for a few seconds. “I do not know if you know this but I have always played it safe in my life.  I have always taken the sure route, I have never tried to make waves or stand out in any way and now.”

Emily listened knowing now was not the time to push him but to listen.

“Now I am in a semi stolen C.I.A. plane flying towards Mongolia of all places with three monks, my boss, a airplane mechanic who does not seem to like me very much and a cigar smoking woman pilot who has dubious connections with the Russian mob.”  Brodie looked up at Emily.  “This is far from safe or sure.”

Emily nodded.  “Yes I know all these things are technically true.  But about Holly, yes she has a temper, and she flies off the handle suddenly, but she has had a hard life but once you get to know her, and she becomes your friend there is no one better to have, she will always come thru for you and she will always be there to lift you up should you fall.”

“But she won’t serve drinks with me.”  Brodie said jokingly.

“But she will not serve drinks with you.” Emily said.  “You do not happen to have a  Coke anywhere?”  She said looking at the shelves in the galley.

“I will look but we need to sit down and do a blood pressure reading and make sure you are up to date on the medicine regime.”

“Brodie you are to committed to your job.”  Emily said smiling.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Ancestry

The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry is like the potato – the best part under ground.   Thomas Overbury

Sir Thomas Overbury (baptized 1581 – 14 September 1613) was an English poet and essayist, also known for being the victim of a murder which led to a scandalous trial. His poem A Wife (also referred to as The Wife), which depicted the virtues that a young man should demand of a woman, played a large role in the events that precipitated his murder.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XVII

17th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)

 

 

 

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XVII

17th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)

 

Meredith looked around at the hotel lobby and was pretty sure they had been here before.  Mr. Webb was talking in an animated manner to the clerk behind the desk and she could see he was getting agitated then he turned and came back to her.

“That man was no help and he states we were here before.”  Webb stated.  “I swear I should file a complaint to the manager that his desk clerk is drunk on duty.”  Webb said leading them out to their waiting car.  Webb and Meredith got in the back seat and Webb gave the address of the next hotel on their list of places to search for her mother.  So far there had been no sign of her mother or Brodie it was if they never even checked into a hotel in this town.  Meredith was beginning to tire of the search and Mr. Webb while helpful with the search was a mercurial guide of the city.  When they rode in the car he had arranged all he did was sit an stare straight ahead, no small talk or even an attempt to give a guide of the city which he initially claimed to live in.  Meredith sighed and checked he phone, her husband kept her updated on her mother’s checking and credit cards but so far there was no change since purchasing the tickets to St. Petersburg.  The fifteen minute car drive passed quietly and when they pulled into the parking lot of the next hotel Meredith was shocked, they had visited this hotel before, in fact this had been the first one they had been to two days ago.  She distinctly remembered the fountain out front and the broken stone hoof on the horse closest to the door. Meredith shook off the thought, maybe Webb was being through and had decided to talk to someone else or to see if their initial inquires had reminded anyone of anything.

 

Mrs. Emily looked blankly at the CIA Man.  Brodie looked back and forth between Mrs. Emily and Mr. Verne.  Mr. Verne had a shocked look on his face.  Brodie was pretty sure that he might have the same look on his face.  Brodie knew the Basil Webb was a member of the opposition, heck he had seen some sort of magical battle between Webb and Mrs. Emily just a few days ago and now Webb had Meredith in St. Petersburg.

“Aren’t you concerned about your daughter’s safety?”

Brodie looked back at his boss who answered swiftly.  “Do you think I would walk away from my family and not leave them protected?”

“Well I am not sure?”  Mr. Verne of the CIA said.

Mrs. Emily turned towards the High Pilgrim.  “I surely hope the CIA has not been bothering you too much over the years, my countrymen can be so,”  she searched for a word. “bothersome some times.”

The High Pilgrim nodded.  “No more than MI6.  The KGB was the most vexing with that Rasputin’s followers but they often got sucked into the Oppositions ranks very easily, one year they would come visit us as representatives of the KGB the next year their names would be popping up as foot soldiers for the Opposition.”  The High Pilgrim shrugged.

“Mrs. Bartloski I am sorry if the CIA is bothersome, but we are doing our best to keep American’s safe and right now I consider you daughter to be in grave danger as she is in the company of a known hostile.”

Mrs. Emily looked at the man with very angry eyes. “I have been casting enchantments over my family since the day they were born, the High Pilgrim has set up safeguards over them monthly and has protections for them that you would not even begin to understand or even begin to imagine.”  Mrs. Emily seemed to grow in size and the CIA man seemed to shrink in his seat.  “Now then since you want to seem to help us so much I would like you to do us a favor and maybe when I return to the states I will allow someone who has an inkling of understanding in their brain to come and what is the term you folks use.”

Brodie who loved cross word puzzles offered a word. “Debrief.”

“Thank you Brodie.”  Mrs. Emily turned and smiled.

“I will allow one of your fellow agents to debrief me in my own home at the time and date of my choosing.”

“What is the favor you want from the company?”  Mr. Verne said.

“Brodie can you get Ms. Mulan or Holly in here?”

“Sure.”  Brodie said leaving the room and finding Holly in the large waiting area, she followed him back to the room.

“Something I can do for you Mrs. Emily?”

Mrs. Emily motioned for the blonde girl to come closer and whispered in her ear, Holly simply nodded in answer to whatever had been said to her then Holly got a nod from the older woman and left the room.  Then Mrs. Emily turned back towards Mr. Verne.   “I have been informed that our pilot Ms. Mulan is rated to fly your plane.”

Mr. Verne looked at her suspiciously.  “Okay.”

“Well you see our plane is old and slow and yours is better than ours so we would like it.”

“You mean you would like us to fly you somewhere?”  Mr. Verne smiled broadly. “I am sure that can be arranged, my superiors would love to be brought up to speed on your current mission.”

“No you misunderstood Mr. Verne, we are going to take the plane, and you can take ours when you arrange to fuel it up.”

“That is highly unusual Mrs. Bartloski, that is U.S. Government property I just can’t let a unknown civilian fly off with it.”

Mrs. Bartloski was unzipping her bowling bag and a pulled out a small green marble from somewhere inside of it.  The High Pilgrim was beginning to stand up and Brodie watched Mrs. Emily held the marble up in the air and dropped it, but instead of it falling to the floor it floated there.  Mr. Verne was fascinated by it and he along with Brodie watched it intently, it was not until the High Pilgrim stood in front blocking the view of the floating marble that he realized that Mrs. Emily was walking towards the door.

“Time to go Brodie.”

Brodie shook his head and followed the two older people out of the room and down the hallway they were almost to the door when he thought to ask a question.  “Since I could not leave before could I perhaps get a ride with the CIA back to the US?

Mrs. Emily nodded.  “You could Brodie, but it would no be direct, I think you would be detained for a least a month in some safe house somewhere while they ask you all sorts of questions.”

“Well.” Brodie said not liking the sound of that.

“More like two months of questioning.”  The High Pilgrim chimed in. “Since this newest director they have gotten a lot more aggressive.”

“Two months not being able to call anyone or no one knowing where you are, I think you would enjoy going with us a lot more.”

Brodie thought about it a few minutes.  “Okay, but are you just going to take the CIA’s plane?”

“No, when Mr. Verne wake up, he will believe that he authorized us to take it, his superiors will write it off as dealing with magic.”  She paused when she saw Brodie’s confused expression. “Don’t worry they will get it back.”

“What about your daughter, what about Meredith?”  Brodie asked as they approached the cargo ramp of the much bigger, much nicer plane then the one they had flown in on.

“Oh Meredith will be fine, any of the Opposition that comes up to her and lies will automatically try and do exactly whatever it is they tell her they are there for.”

Brodie looked confused.  “If a member of the Opposition came up to one of my grandchildren and said he wanted help to find his lost puppy that is all they would be able to do, look for puppies even going so far as going to go to every animal shelter in a three state region until they found the exact dog they described to my grandchild.”

“That sounds a little too specific.”  Brodie said.

“It might have happened. Once.”  Mrs. Emily said. “For some reason the enchantment makes them forget their original goal.”  She smiled happily and made her way up the ramp with her can and Bro die’s help.

 

 

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Fear

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning. Huey Newton

Dr. Huey Percy Newton (February 17, 1942 – August 22, 1989) was an African-American political activist and revolutionary who, along with Bobby Seale, co-founded the Black Panther Party in 1966. He continued to pursue an education, eventually earning a Ph.D. in social philosophy. In 1989 he was shot and killed in Oakland, California.