LA Chronicles

The Story of 6 - ACT 2 - Introduction: HELL ON EARTH – Disappointments

2010-06-06T22:42:00.001-04:00

Well, its been a while since I let you into the LA’s universe and I thought it would be great to let you in with another story. It’s not an easy story, as far as disappointments go this was a let down for our characters. This is ACT 2 of the horror of “The Story of 6.”

The shadow came from a race of people not to far from our galaxy. The Shadow’s people evolved and changed over centuries. Years and years past from the waken world before The Shadow came into existence, that a particular trait had mutated into his people. Since The Shadow was a finally mutation form his people evolutionary train, this mutation was one of the most important mutation ever. However, it was never detected until the birth and death of The Shadow, his first death. We come in after the Shadow’s second death.

A shot whistles through the air and The Sahdow’s face turns form a grin to fear of dread as ‘the shot herd ‘round the world’ penetrated his left ventricle and collapsed his heart. The bullet was designed with a poison that penetrates The Shadows DNA and strikes at the most vital organ. It cause The Shadow’s heart to rapidly decay and leave nothing but broken DNA Strains and piece of organ in its wake. It was fast and efficient, but not to efficient. A crack, a sliver, passed into the mind of 6. Janelle Cosgrove was infected by a disease, a cancer of the conscious and a virus to the soul. Janelle had evil imparted into her, at the purist form. She opened the door with a wrong decision and now evil slipped in inadvertently and laid dormant until rest. Rest, rest was a cheap commodity that was lost when Janelle went behind the Presidents Pardon and caused the unthinkable to happen. Pure evil was died, died for now.

The Line

2010-05-03T17:39:00.003-04:00

Everything was going good... until I decided to help someone... ug! Why, it’s a common problem with the world. I (or you) help someone and something in the world (or that person themself) fails to make good on a promise. It’s as if the Devil has an attachment anywhere on the line, and he can ruin multiple people. It seemed natural to want to help people but little did I know it would ruin my day and possible my weeding.

It was 8’o clock sharp, and nothing but the faint sound of the Internal Business’s cooling system running in the background. Everyone would be late today, because of a misfortunate accident that had caused a 4 car pile-up, right outside my parking lot. Who would have thought it possible? Certainly I didn’t, or I would have been prepared with a ‘Just-In-Case’ plan. Nope, I’d have to juggle the morning TV, the Morning System Start-Up routine, and the daily bustle of phone system problems.

I had already made it past the first two items on my mock to-do list written on the back of my clipboard, when I got a phone call from an ‘Unknown’ caller. I assumed it was a collector so I hit the hang-up button, I missed. I heard a faint, “Hello?” in the background. I wanted to shoot myself, my finger slipped and it went on speakerphone answering the incoming call.

“This is Justin, What can I do for you?”

“Like the for-real, EGT Man?”

“Um, Professor Karros.”

“Wait, from the scandal with the government? Or that ‘guy who owns EGT’?”

“Not Jon Karros, Justin Karros. Yes the guy who owns EGT. What can I do for you?” In the sudden urge of hearing, ‘wrong number’, I stopped listening.

“It’s me Derrak, you remember me? Right?” Oh how I hoped I did not remember this insane child from my unbearable attempt at parenting. “I have a favor to ask you. You see my mortgage is running up and I’m goanna get a huge bonus check from Swatzin Int’l for my consulting services… Well, I was wondering if I could borrow 10 grand from you. The bonus will be sent to me in a month, and I promise I’ll pay you back with interest.”

My backbone took a hike and my conscious passed out after hearing the words ‘[can I] borrow 10 grand from you’. “Wait? What! Can’t you just wait till you get the bonus and pay it all at once?” I really, really, truly wanted to hang up the phone and blame the wireless connection.

“No. You see… I missed a couple of payments with the mortgage company… and they need the money now. It will close my account with them and I’ll own my home, but if I don’t pay it they’ll evict me.”

It gets worse, “When do you need to pay it buy?” My body slowly and sluggishly waked down the next corridor.

“Oh… um… sometime by today at 5:00pm, Eastern Standard Time.”

Click… well that’s what every other fiber of my being, but my big fat month, wanted to do. Instead of a defining and resounding NO, in the sound of an insidious click, the caller on the other line herd this:

“Ok…” Dam, I just sold my soul for 10 grand a mortgage… Oops!

Ok, I know what you’re going to say. ‘It’s your child, help him out.’ ‘He deserves a helping hand.’ ‘It’s only 10 thousand dollars… that’s all.’ A. No, B. No, and C. NOOO! First he is an adopted son, which owes me at least a couple million in damages. Second he deserves a royal…, and third the money wouldn’t be a problem had I’ve written him a personal check. But, no! I had to go ahead and right him a 10 thousand dollar company check, and had it wired to his mortgage account. I should probable stop here… I mean I have enough evidence to incriminate me as the ‘Nicest Person to Take-Advantage of’ category. But No! The day didn’t stop there.

It wouldn’t have been such a problem if I was not getting audited today. The common result of an audit is a minor correction of a 2 cent miscalculation of taxes and a whopping $99,999.98 dollar fine. It was the government’s way of using EGT as an Automated Teller Machine. I got audited once every 2 weeks… we had a department designed to help the department of EGT Taxes & Finances to integrate with the overbearing demands of the IRS… or the Illogical Robing System as I have come to know the Internal Revenue Service. Idiots.

It wouldn’t even come close to being a huger problem; If I wasn’t getting married the next month and in need of 10 grand. I thought I’d borrow from my company and be fine. Nope, per a regulation I set up, no one can extract more than 100,000 dollars from an EGT Banking Account with an EGT Navidia Employee Signature. In case I lost you, I had to write a 10 grand personal check to pay for the fine from the IRS because no one had yet been able to show up at work due to the perfectly timed 4 car pile-up. No Navidia Employee, No 100 Thousand Dollar Check.

So when the next month comes around, on the exact day of Derrak’s bonus to be written out, I see a small article in the Wall Street Journal about an International Law Firm declaring bankruptcy at 9:05 yesterday morning. I look down at the edge of the article and notice the name… include unprintable saying of pure rage and disgust. Aka, words cannot describe the level of dangerous rage I was at.

I get a call from my child, that’s now 10 thousand dollars deprived, and here him explain how he won’t be able to pay me right away… at least until a year from now. Translating form lying-esse, “I will never, ever be able to pay you back, Justin. Go away.”

Now you can only imagine how infuriating I am… Consider my emotional state the equivalent of a nuclear bomb going off in your back yard and staring at the mushroom cloud about to envelop its debtors, the society that had built it.

It gets worse… way worse. It really couldn’t get worse than this. Unless... well, nothing is worse than realizing your 10 grand short of your last weeding payment and… oh yea. The weeding is today, approximately 25 minutes 4 seconds and 4 hours away. #$%@...

So it’s now 3 hours later and I have exhausting all methods of making up the 10 grand. Now I’m 10 grand and a long distance phone bill away from the perfect weeding night. I go and dial the first three digits of my future wife’s phone number, real, real slowly. I break in tears, because as I go to enter the third number, the phone rings. Yeah, it’s my wife calling me.

This usually means, someone told my wife about my predicament and she’ll never, ever forgive me. As compared to me telling her the truth where she’ll just never forgive me. Trust me, there is a difference. one involves having hell rain all over your life. The other involves the hell and the fiancé holding the pitch fork as I am burned at the stake… Did I mention my stomach is now aching and my nerves are vibrating insanely fast? You could probable power the empire state building, if it was still in existence, for a day with the level of stress I am currently at.

I calm for a second and proceed to jump into the ceiling on the second ring of the phone. I pray “LordPleaseHelpMe.INeedYourGuideance.DoNotLetMyWifeKillMe.JesusNameAmen.” Third ring… I answer. “Hell—lo.”

“Hey, Justin. Babe?” That last word came out in an angry-ish tone. Every bone in my body affectively cracked, and repaired itself to get ready for the impending spontaneous combustion that would ensue. “Did you know you over paid the Bishop a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars? Hun, you’re embarrassing me… and you are on your way. Right?” A long awkward pause. “Hun,” an even longer and more awkward pause followed by a complete and systematic body shutdown relating into a sudden thud. “Hun? Are you there? Did you pass out, again? Ug! If you would tell me what’s going on we wouldn’t be running into these things… Hun? Pick up the phone or so help me I’m going to …”

“Yes hun, I’m here. I’m on my way, be their shortly.”

“You know you don’t have to be here for an hour, but it be nice for you to be hear earlier.”

“Trust me hun,” I replied. “Your goanna want me to arrive early with a wooden steak. After I fill you in with what just happened, you’re goanna to want to steak Derek and his money sucking self. I’ll be their soon, just got to thank God for something.”

“Oh hun, stop being crazy. See you soon. Hun! Don’t pass out on me again; it’s your third time this week. Love you!”

“ILoveYou,More.” Click.

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WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

However, grim the situation may seem. Remember one very important thing. God is in control, so regardless if somewhere along the line someone promises you something they can’t make good on and it stops you from receiving what you need. Just remember the quickest line to anything is You plus God. It’s simple, Jesus made himself the only middleman and he is the most dependable middle man there is. He is always, one phone call (prayer) away.

The Book Cometh!

2010-04-09T15:30:00.001-04:00

Edward put his face on the desk and tilted his face so he could continue to read the book. Edward had never read a book with so much action and power, he had to put it down several times to let his mind rap around everything that the author was trying to express through his book. What looked like an expensive, cheap 99¢ fiction was actually grabbing his imagination and staggering his emotions. This booked gripped his sole as he saw the fictional character reek an insurmountable havoc all over the world... "The Shadow Cometh [...]," he quoted.

---- Words of Encouragement

For every hard work, there is a blessing. For every seed sowed, there is a reap. God is not mocked, and if the seed be good, the sower reaps blessings. The other... not so much.

Good news, the Fiction known as "The Story of 6" will soon make its way past the writer block and into your hands soon. Here is a look at the title page... hope it entices your imagination.

This little title packs a punch, it lets you know... I'm a secret.

This book back sounds chezzy, but it says enough without giving the reader a hint of whats inside... Mwhahaha.

A sneak preview of the printed preface... enjoy.

The Story of 6 - Part 12

2009-12-25T13:38:00.001-05:00

The Shadow returned to his base of operations to wash of the blood stains and the smell of death off his person. The Shadow was to busy preparing himself for a shower, he forgot to notice a silent alarm had been tripped and a small red LED was blinking on and off in the doorway on the floor. He immediately disrobed himself and walked into the shower. Jarred had prepared his men for everything and they had already prepared the roof for entry.

A small slit was marked the separated the middle of the roof and the rest of it. Moments later a knife stuck in the slit surrounding the roof separation and removed the little rubber strings keeping it from caving in. The middle part of the roof was lifted and was slided to the left. Two ropes fell to the ground, followed by a series of other ropes total 6 on each side. A seventh rope rested in the middle which repelled Jarred into the building.

Jarred looked around without aiming his firearm that was still attached to Jarred’s belt. Jarred had no worries of being shot by his own men or The Shadow. For if The Shadow raised a gun, one of the 15 snip-est would shoot him. Jarred hear the water of the shower fall and drop on the tiles, signaling The Shadow was oblivions to the teams trap.

The Shadow pulled on a towel and walked outside to get his clothing from his office. He looked right past Jarred and did not notice a thing, or maybe he did notice but didn’t care at this time. The Shadow went back to the bathroom and roped himself. Moments later The Shadow walked out into the open floor.

“This is Task Force One, put your hands up.”

The Shadow was arrested without any incident. Jarred immediately called The Profesor down as soon as the area was cleared. Professor Karros landed on the floor and immediately went to the UPT device and notice that the Electronic Dispersal Mechanism and the power source were both missing.

“Take him to Bermuda One have Greg prepare him for questioning.”

“Thank you, Greg.”

“My pleasure, but what do you plan to do with this Janelle?”

“I have a hunch. If I am right I will track The Shadow with it.”

Janelle took the vile containing the Microchip and stuck it in a vault next to a nutrition bag. She had a plan and she was praying she would not have to go through with it.

The Profesor never liked integrations, most of them went sourer. Greg stood next to The Shadow and asked him question after question. Greg tried his hardest to get an appropriate and accurate reading. He knew that without a basis for asking questions that they could not trust a thing The Shadow said.

“Let me speak to the Profesor!”

“You are not getting anything. At least not until I am done.”

“OK, Fine. I have a device. Let me speak to him.”

The Proffesor waved at Greg and hit a button on his intercom telling Greg to get out of the room for a while. Greg walked out of the room and turned left toward where the Proffesor was looking through the glass at The Shadow.

“Yes sir?”

“I will speak with him, once he has been given some nutrients. We don't know how long it has been since he last consumed food, and if this needs to be escalated. Let's just say he needs to be prepared.”

Janelle walked over to the same vault and took out the small sized tracking device. She took the Microchip and stuck it inside the nutrition bag where it immediately followed its programing and hid in the tube. She then walked in the room with The Shadow. The Shadow was unrestrained by hand cuffs, only a lite electromagnetic field pulled meddle bracelets to the chair which kept him comfortable but did not give him much room to budge.

“What are you doing?”

The Shadow had not prepared for this, he was afraid what Janelle could do. He knew much about Janelle just not what she was capable of. He was scared for his life.

“Relax, I'm just going to give you some nutrition.”

She slapped the auto IV in place and it bored in to his vain. She then stuck the tube in the IV. The device was the very first thing to enter and it bored into his skin. The Shadow screeched and his face was full of pain.

“What was that?”

He turned to look at the bag and notice the solution was quickly pouring into him. There was no need for it to trickle in, it was an advanced IV which knew how fast the human body could dispurse nutrition.

The Proffesor walked into the room after Janelle left 15 minutes ago. The Professor opened a notebook and was about to begin righting when The Shadow spoke up.

“You won't need that. Not at all.”

“Oh. Why is that?”

“I have a device that is targeted to destroy most of the world except for Bermuda one and a small list of countries. It has the UPT device and is parked in standard parking orbit. It is also a Maligant Missile.”

The Proffesor face twinged and he store blankly and violently into the shadow.

The Shadow continued, “Just like many of your device. If I don't enter my code with in 24 hours of my last entry, the missile will be launched and you will all suffer. Suffer Gravely!”

The Professor had already contacted the Acting President of the United States. Janelle was listing on to the conversation.

“Mr. President this device is a Malignant Missile and could obliterate 90% of this planets population.”

“What are his demands?”

“He says if you give him amenity he will not cause it the device to explode.”

The President shook his head and spoke this order, “Do not lay a figure on him, I will give him full anemdity.”

The Shadow had been two days, up and about. The President had personally given him the anaminaty and was excited to see his plan through. He was on a roof top waiting for a connection window, the clouds had blocked his way. It had been cloudy for over 2 days. He should have set up the Malignant Missile to arm automatically or with a similar proton burst which told it not to arm every 24 hours.

Janelle had been tracking The Shadow and she could remember hearing the voice of the Lord that he would take care of her. However she did not listen to the rest of what the Lord had spoke to her, she was not to do any action of her own accord. It was too late, she walked onto the roof from the stairway and aimed a gun equipped with a silencer at The Shadow.

The Shadow turned around and was about to fire the weapon when he noticed Janelle was on the roof. Without any hesitation or moral reserver, she fired one shot. One single shot to The Shadows chest. The Shot penetrated The Shadows heart and with only time for The Shadow's face to look distorted, he fell to the ground dead. Janelle was immediately on the phone and gave away her position. She had killed evil, no one else would. Everyone else, including the Profesor would have compromised.

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The book will be released New Years Day, with full revisions and details on what happenes to Janelle in the After Chapters, exculsivly in the book.

You can also expect great things in the future, enjoy. Merry Christmas!

The Story of 6 - Part 11

2009-12-22T20:48:00.000-05:00

Quickly, like continuing clockwork The Shadow through himself full force into his plan of evil. His plan consisted of several highly gruesome deaths, and if you are like me and have a weak stomach I suggest you pass this section. However if you pass this section you will miss out of the biggest point I can make with a pen.

The Shadow went to his lab and took out the small energy piece of the UPT and moved it to another location. He then proceeded to unfold his ghastly plans on to many unexpecting people and governments. His first would be easy to track, so he could let Jerrad’s team have the sense that they can get The Shadow, but it will be all for vain.

The Shadow left the lab and moved quickly by car to his first victims’ home in Los Angeles. His first victim was a well known actor who had been working with EGT to release a disclosed film. This would get the attention he needed from his grand audience of one.

The Shadow pulled his car up to the homes parking light, turned off the light and continued masquerading as the pizza guy’s shadow. The pizza guy was also a hoax. The pizza guy was really a German assassin hired by another German actor that really hates competition. In fact the actor hated competition so much so he left detailed plans of how the ‘pizza delivery’ was to go down.

The Shadow saw the thin piece of paper well tucked under the uniform. He little and gently removed it and it vanished into thin air. The shadow’s head looked up as if it were forming a smile. Just before the doorbell could be rung, The Shadow had slit the throat of the pizza guy and stripped him of his uniform.

Seconds later The Shadow was in human form ringing the doorbell…

Jarred had got an anonymous tip via phone and was told of a suspicious vehicle stopping over the actor, Jordan Fuquay. There was no doubt it was made from someone who was well aware with the secret contract the Actor had. Jarred immediately called for backup and informed Professor Karros. The Shadow was on the move.

The door bell howled an angry gong and mystic winds made the scene airy and cold. The Shadow smiled at his victim and let the actors deep blue eyes stair at the empty sole that was The Shadow.

“Ya dude, what do you want?”

“Pizza How’s Janelle?

The letter had given explicit directions including the mentioning of Janelle who had dinner with his sisters cousin, twice removed. Obviously they were close because the actors face lit up and his muscles grew twice their size.

“Who do you think you are, you can tell that jealous?”

“You can tell him what? Shh…. The neighbors are sleeping.”

The Shadow through away the pizza box revealing a nice revolver and a blade for a hand saw. With the other hand The Shadow touched the lips of the actor in a warning, and quickly slammed the door shut. The Shadow motioned the actor to the room next to him, where the Actors family had gathered for evening meal.

“Nice family, they I don’t want or care about.”

“I do.”

“Wrong choice.” The Shadow flung the hand saw at the family. In moments later the family fell to their knees and the top of their heads joined them on the floor.

“Dude… Please!” The actor instantly broke, fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness of whatever he had down to deserve this. “Please, just let me go, you’ve murdered my only hope and joy. Leave me please, have mercy.”

“Mercy…” The Shadow picked up the paper and looked at every word. “Mercy? The paper says nothing about mercy.”

The Actor fell to his knees sopping even more so, putting up a scene. The Shadow grew a face of pity, but it was not heartfelt. The Shadow put the gun down and motioned to the actor to leave. The actor instinctively went for the revolver and shot an empty round at The Shadow.

“Tis, not the right move.” The firing mechanism fell to the floor.

Instantly the Actor knew that this was not an ordinary assassin. This assassin ha to be someone of a much higher caliber and pay grade then his arch nemesis could afford. This asassain had to be the only kind of his type. The kind that would kill the President of the United States right while he stands in the White House.

“The Shadow.”

“Good guess, I’ll let you keep one figure.”

“Why me?” The actor moved behind his desk and The Shadow slowly moved toward the actor. “Why are you doing this, to me? I’m just a-. “

“Just a what? An Actor? What about nonsense, or a pawn? What about your life is meaningless and,” The Shadow lifted his voice, “I don’t care about you? What about, no one will ever morn your death, your project will amount o nothingness and you will die.”

At that word, The Shadow picked up the hand saw that had landed, sticking halfway out of this room’s wall. He then took a finger and bend a side of the blade, so not to leave an even cut. He continued speaking.

“The paper clearly says to remove your must ‘vital organ.’ I’ll just be creative and interpretive about it.”

Jarred pulled in the parking lot and deflated the tires of the pizza guy’s car and moved slowly towards the window when the Police arrived. The Police told Jarred’s men to stand down. In accordance with the Professor’s number one regulation, they did. The police had arrived right on schedule.

The Shadow slew the sword and it cut into the actors stomach and lopped of a good portion of his legs. Everything in between the cut area fell to the floor. The Police barged down the door and moved into the room, and one whipped a phrase under his breath. Another police offer saw what had happened and ran out of the scene and aloud the contents of one beef hash and steak ‘n eggs to quickly part from his bowels.

“Put your hands up!” The Shadow complied but as soon as the Police Officer came to cuff him he vanished in his shadow.

To the Police Officers, they believed they saw him escape out the smashed window and blamed Jarred’s team for not capturing him. Just as they had finished yelling at him a cop’s head fell out a police car as it drove away.

“That. That was The Shadow.”

The Shadow moved quickly over to the embassy at New York and walked in to a meeting with the Chinese Ambassador. The Chinese Ambassador was very old but well respect member of the Change Hi Government sector. He was not an easy man to ignore and was quite out spoken. He was also the chief dignitary for governmental relations between the US and his government.

“Excuse me Sir, but this is a closed session.” The Chinese Ambassador’s assistant said.

The shadow pulled out a coin and killed the man via impact to his throat and main artery by a nickel. The Ambassador began to run but was quickly overtaken by The Shadow. The Shadow removed the outside robes of the Chinese Government and took him into the public bathroom.

“Mr. Ambassador, I heard you have many tattoos. I’d just like to add a more fatal one.” With that The Shadow popped one of the ‘Black Heads’ on his arm and quickly pored it over the Ambassador. It formed the words, “One World, Many Nations’ on the ambassadors white shirt. It then burned through the shirt and chest until it eat at the floor underneath the Ambassador. He quickly followed a passing bystander who never heard a sound.

Jerred’s team quickly went to the Ambassador and found he had never returned to the next session with the US Ambassador. Jarred quickly ran down the stairs and followed his suspicions. The Shadow had black heads capable of eating away the most powerful of materials except the cement used in average bathroom tiling. Not the expensive stuff the quick cheap cement that the union bought to make more money from.

Jarred rushed into the bathroom and opened the second to last stall and saw the dead ambassador, and the slogan of EGT’s campaign against a one world order. Jarred hit the bathroom door on his way out. He asked EGT Task Force Control who the main government officials that were visiting the EGT World Commissions Center at the outlands of Israel. The person responded with the names of a dozen major third world countries, and the names of the highest official of Pakistan, Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, Russia, turkey, and many more.

Jarred looked up and saw their light fast helicopter like device fly away. The devices were powered only when the genetic match of a certified captain was found. Jerrad’s captain had wondered how he got a small paper cut over the flesh next to his thumb and trigger finger.

Jarred was immediately called in by the Professor.

“You let him take the Shez Far Copter over to Jerusalem. What were you thinking?” The professor walked amongst the main floor starring at Task Force one. They stood lined in one row, as one of the newest recruits nose started to bleed due to the stress of his relatively new job. “You had better have a lead on his base of operations.”

“Sir, we need to get him now before it’s too late.”

“NO! You must find his base of operations now. Those men are already dead and gone. We need to focus The Shadow’s home base and capture the UPT.” The Professors’ nose itched a little. “Steven, you have been working here for two years, go ask the medic about the stress shot before you disembark. Wait!”

Janelle rushed over to the Professor who whispered in his ears several bad things that were happening all over the place. She also mentioned that they found the ceremonial sword of the Japanese Emperor.

“Jarred go to the location on your GPS, you’ll find his base of operations.”

“How, Sir?”

“Praise, God. The Emperor was a good man. It is fitting that he should lead us to The Shadow after he is dead. The sword of the Emperor was found just outside a strange grey building. Go check it out.”

Janelle had a hunch. She quickly asked Greg to meet her in the Brain Room. The Brain Room was the only big vacant room in the Bermuda One Facility. It had no surveillance because in the center of the almost dark brown room laid a throne chair. The throne chair gave the occupant the ability to process thought faster than humanly possible and only the Professor used it.

Greg stepped to Janelle, “What’s Up?”

“I need you to do something for me, I got a hunch.”

“Oh ya, what is it.”

She pushes a button a tablet and an image of a small experimental non passive GPS micro chip. “I need you to give me this, or just one of them and a matching frequency will do.”

“I can’t do this Janelle! Huh, but why?”

She pushes a side button on the tablet and shows a photograph of the deceased Ambassador. “I found this message to be the cause of death.”

The Story of 6 - Part 10

2009-12-19T18:53:00.001-05:00

Damage control was not an easy thing to do, there were always government agencies trying to find the truth or someone to blame. This one would be easy.

“Because we know that the information of the Presidents Assassination has leaked out to you, the members of the press, I have decided that it would not be fair to hide this information from the public. Yesterday at around 4:00pm an electric surge was dedicated that messed with the stability of the atmosphere of Japan. Later at around 9:00pm that same electric surge was detected that triggered an Omni directional dimensional rift which consumed the Empire State Building leaving thousands dead and hundreds wounded.”

“I cannot confirm or negate the possibility of an outside terrorist force. I can, however, say this. The Shadow is a malignant entity and should not be looked at as just a fair criminal. He is a master mind generous, and he is not to be underestimated and undertaken. Neither should we let this accident hinder our great nation.”

“We would say to you terrorists and doers of evil, we will not stand for innocent men and women lost. We will not tolerate any more decimation on American Soil. We, the number corporation of the American People, will not tolerate these acts of terrorism. With the authorization of the President of the Unites States, I say this to you Shadow! There is no rock you can hide under, no hill to hide on, and no place to run. We will find you and bring you to justice!”

The Professor quickly stepped down and returned to the chopper that had brought him to the Empire State Building, ground zero. He had not wanted to make a big speech and rally support for anything, he had just wanted to stress the truth. Evil will not win on this account. Neither would he let it.

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Due to human error, this was posted Saturday on the wrong blog. My Appologies.

The Story of 6 - Part 9

2009-12-17T20:48:00.003-05:00

Greg’s debriefing went slower than usual. The Professor took way too long to prepare Greg for debriefing. It was as if Greg was catching up on all the things that had happened, from the point he left to the point Task Force One rescued Greg.

The Professor finally left the room and signaled that it was my turn to debrief Greg. Janelle stood there at the doorway watched Greg with his head down, whimpering. She almost had been fooled until she saw the smirking smile on the face of Greg. She burst up laughing, Greg joined in.

It was amazing how a situation, as such, could be made so joyful when Greg was around. He was a never failing friend of joy.

The Shadow had grown very tired of this charade with the Professor. The Shadow wiped the sword off and threw it down in the alley by his main lab. The Shadow grew very impatient with his workers and decided that tomorrow would come the day of reckoning. The Shadow slide a dial to the left on a machine and the UPT weapon hybrid came to life ready to select its next target.

Miss White had a bountiful career. She had positioned herself as the number one Security Expert for every floor but the fifth floor of the Empire State Building. She was the top dog, and there was nothing anyone can say against it. She would be sure to not let a disaster occur on her watch. She would instill fear into the eyes of every criminal hearted terrorist that walked in. She wasn’t racist or sexiest. She hated equally and instilled fear into all men, woman, and children.

Mr. Bones had walked into the room, “Dearest Sole Reaper of this humble establishment.”

“Quit it Jon! I’m not in the mood.”

“Here I am making, No groveling for an audience at your feet.”

She crossed into the hallway to patrol the staircase. ‘The cleanest part of town is the worst’ she would say. The stairs were heavily patrolled by wondering Sky Eyes and was as clean as any unused part of the Empire State Building could be. It was pristine.

“What do you want Jon?”

Jon passed into the corridor and entered the stairs behind her. He noticed all the camera lenses were propped nice into the ceiling and noticed the lack of a mid-day work smell.

“Where’s the smell?”

“What smell. If you are going to go on about that mid-day smell again… I’m goanna skin you Jonathon!”

“But honey.”

Many wonder how a beast, a man-eater like Miss White, could have such a darling man. Mr. Bones was titled for not yet having made the gesture that would confine Miss White to marriage for eternity. He was tall, and clean cut American. Well at least in the eyes of Miss White, not in the eyes of others around him. Some said he looked like an average Joe, whose haircut would not fit with the rest of his head, which did not fit on his shoulders.

Miss White smirked at him, and gave the expected reply.

“Don’t you honey me, dearest?”

Miss White was not old, but had dressed herself as such to instill the dread of a hag running security. When she was home, and had returned to a sane and joyful life, she sparkled in all the latest beauty products and wore elegant clothing. If you would have seen Mr. Bones and Miss White together you would have asked how a Joe-Smoe could wind up with one of the most gorgeous examples of female form and grace. She was the very picture perfect definition of beauty, when she wasn’t busy instilling the terror of her claws into her clients and could be terrorists.

“Oh but…”

“What do you want, or else I will gladly drop you off this buildings highest floor. You might survive, but chances are you won’t!”

She walked back to the position she was and entered the next set of hallways. Patrolling and instilling fear to the hearty criminals that made their job at Alice’s Technology and Research. There tag line, ‘Let’s see how far the rabbit hole goes.’

“Hey baby,”

“Jon you better make it snappy, I’m feeling gun happy.”

“You’re glowing?”

“What… You are lying, or are you trying to win my sympathies for you lack of engagement on my b-“

“Dam Caroline that’s personal.”

A reverent walked by, looked at them in disgust and walked to the elevator. He smiled back and slightly motioned an apology for his distasteful look earlier. He pushed floor one and left the building.

“You’re glowing!”

He was right. Miss White had begun glowing and sparkling. Soon the floor began joining her. Mr. Bones began glowing a little.

“Oh my, God!”

Mr. Bones’s began to panic as the entire floor began glowing and sparkling. People were petrified and began jumping off the level onto the incoming traffic below. No one would survive.

The floors began glowing. People at their office workstation would stop and watch as the Green Screens began glowing a shade of off yellow and their shirt began sparking purple. Executives began drinking coffee that had an awful taste and a yellowish tint. Maintenance workers began seeing toner flowing over the air as they worked on several printers. The elevator ceased to function.

Soon people were rushing down the pristine clean areas of the staircase. Miss White, hit an emergency panic button on her Palm Pilot that sent the footage in live feed over to EGT Headquarters in Buffalo.

The only employee at the Lobby at HQ sent this over through the tunnel to Bermuda One. The professor quickly grabbed a wireless connector and ran into the room where Janelle was integrating Greg. Janelle began to look distasteful at Professor Karros until the screen went on and she beheld what was going on.

People were pouring out of the emperor state building, falling from the top most levels. The glowing began to brighten and people began screaming wildly. It was not a good sight. Police had pulled up and fireman began pulling people out of the building as fast as possible.

It was too late. The onsite EGT News Helicopter flew by the top part of the building, so close to the building you could stick your hand out and touch it. The building grew to a fine yellow glow and was sucked up to nothingness.

The results were devastating, far more people were killed by this disaster than anyone in New York City has ever known, with the exception of the 9/11 attacks. The land where the Empire State Building lay a ground-zero look with live electric wiring and plumbing that was cauterized by the massive electric pull of the dimensional rift. The rift that had formed inside Miss White was almost undetectable and unseen except from the visual side effects.

The Shadow smirked as he moved his hand from the firing button. The yellow and sparkle was just for show, just to instill horror into everyone. It worked.

The Story of 6 - Part 8

2009-12-16T20:42:00.001-05:00

Greg was taken to the Kaori Masakon facility, and was directed to tell his captors everything. He did not have a problem with it, because he did not know secrets that would take down EGT or any national security secrets that they could extract from him. So he would tell them everything they wanted to know, or at least try to.

One of the Japan leaders called himself, Mitsu. Mitsu was the only one that new English and the only one kind enough to ask him questions before they would take him to a more physical means of extraction, torture. Greg knew the world well. He knew how much they would want compared to how much he actually knows. In short, he did not have a prayer.

Mitsu started taking, “I wish you to know, nothing of harm will come to you. Greg you will tell me all I must know, as I share the same fear as you do.”

Greg looked perplexed in the chair he was strapped to, “Oh, and that would be.”

Mitsu spoke a little louder than before, “the fear of what can and will happen to you if I ask a question that conveniently reveals no information.”

Greg smiled and spoke in an average tone, “Oh that! Well I hate to brake it you, but it’s like this ‘I have not been given a’ personality ‘of fear but of peace and a sound mind.’”

Mitsu stood up and slowly walked to Greg, “Yet you speak of its certainty, care to test?”

“No, ask your questions. I will be as corruptive as I can, but hear me now! The Professor takes his employees under his wing and I can assure you capturing his right hand guy, is not going to get you on his Christmas goodies side. He will come back for me, and you will be devastated.”

“Will I now! You are my captive you respect me or I will disrespect you.”

Mitsu walked up to Greg and put one hand on the back of Greg’s chair, leaned over Greg and with his right hand landed a mean punch to Greg’s stomach.

Greg was barely able to catch his breath in enough time to respond to his captor without him getting anxious. “Look I don’t mean any disrespect, please just ask your question and let me go. I don’t want the wrath of multimillion dollar company to come on you, let alone the wrath of God!”

Mitsu did not like Greg’s tone, but in all likelihood Mitsu would let Greg go.

Japan did not want to make an enemy of the United States, or at least make the US a bigger enemy then they already are. Japan wanted to negotiate with the US for the release of Greg in exchange for opening diplomatic negotiations for the acquirement of US property.

The Shadow had other ideas. The Shadow had already made a personal appearance to the Emperor and made him swear on his life that Greg would be tortured and killed.

One being had another say…

The Professor had gotten his 2 hours of sleep that he required every 24 hours. He had to rejuvenate his blood and resurrect his body, just enough to take another 3 espresso shots. The replicator began brewing it when the Professor went into a deep sleep.

“Pro-Professor-or,” echoed a small and still voice. “Professor-or, where are you?”

The Professor found himself dreaming of a pure white passageway leading to know where. In his dream he was searching for Greg.

“Professor-r where are you?”

“I’m here Lord.”

“Professor, what are you looking for?”

“Greg, Lord. I am searching for my friend Greg.”

“Greg? Is he not in front of you? Reach out and touch the door.”

“What door?”

The Professor took a leap of faith and snatched a door knob. The door knob was jade. Instantly he woke up in fear and high adrenalin. The Proffesor had a flash of Japan’s country before his eyes.

“Greg to the Professor,” the Professor touched the blue light on the intercom. “Greg to the Professor… Greg, come in! Greg!”

“Hello Professor.”

A chill went up the Professor’s spine.

“Your precious Greg is a little inconvenienced at this moment, I hope you don’t mind me saying but it will be hell for Greg.” The Shadow stomped on the intercom and maliciously laughed down the corridor.

The Lord did not like torture and neither did Professor Karros. Seconds later they pulled up the GPS location of The Shadow. The Professor found the nearest Japanese government establishment. Moments later Professor Karros, Jarred, and Task Force one were on a platform ready to jump in to action.

Greg relaxed on the chair letting his head rest on the air next to his chest. He had answered all he knew, but The Shadow was very clear. Mitsu hit Greg one last time. Mitsu snared at himself and grew very quite. Attempting to form another blow, Mitsu let out one request. “Greg’s God, have mercy on me.”

Japan had one thing going for it, loyalty. The government’s number one instilled trait from birth. The goal was to make you as loyal to whatever cause regardless of the moral implications. Greg had already answered all that he knew and was extremely corporative, but Mitsu was order to extract more information until Greg had passed out or died from torture.

Mitsu herd a small still voice, the same voice Greg was trying to speak to in his heart, and the same voice that touched Professor Karros moments ago.

“Mitsu, God-I have heard you. Mitsu, transfer him to the other room. Do not fear for the men that are coming to get Greg, are not going to hurt you. Neither is the enemy going to succeed to take him to the other room, I will get Greg will in transfer. I will save you. For I am the hope and the rescue you need.”

Mitsu knew the other room led to a special information extraction device. An electric device that would instill pain into its victims without moral reserve, but Mitsu had faith. Very small faith was in Mitsu, enough where he could just murder the order.

“Transfer him to the other room.”

“Right away, Sir!”

Greg and Mitsu’s eyes met. Greg’s spirit was relieved for he felt no fear in the eyes of Mitsu. No fear of any more torture. Mitsu told Greg without any words, ‘God will come.’

His men roughed Greg out of his little comfort on his chair and moved him to the hallway. Instantly as Greg had entered the hallway, the glass above the main hallway shattered. Greg was greeted by a descending Professor Karros, and the elite force of Task Force One.

Professor Karros grabbed Greg and the team ascending, not one shot was fired. No one could blink it was so fast, Greg was hurtled from them in matter of moments. Mitsu fell to his knees and spoke in a multitude of unknown languages.

The Shadow watched as Greg was flying away in the Task Force One chopper like vehicle. He cringed and vanished into the Emperors courts, he walked up to the high leader in full human form.

The Shadow had a black sleeveless shirt and black jeans on. The Shadow’s lack of sleeves revealed his many tattoos. The Shadows face grew intense, and he let out a cry of terror as he sliced the emperor with his ceremonial sword. The Shadow left his mark into the ground next to it and vanished without a trace.

No one would survive The Shadow if they betrayed his mercy, or the lack of it. The Shadow would not leave no good dead unpunished!

The Story of 6 - Part 7

2009-12-15T20:02:00.005-05:00

Professor Karros was having a rough day. Jared’s mock clone of The Shadow was transferred to a sister organization for “Biological Understanding.” This details a full authorized biopsy that would kill the clone. The Professor has already tested this clones sentience through a device that was fabricated to test A. I. sentience, the device worked without question. The clone had no higher brain functions and was running involuntary muscles only, not enough of The Shadow made it to the recording.

The Professor was uneasy. Greg, his right hand man for as long as the Professor could remember, was not with him. Greg was able to understand the psychology of any master criminal and he needed his help.

“Janelle, where is Greg?” The Professor spoke to Janelle through the intercom.

“I believe he is on vacation, Sir.” She sat at the new restaurants table, surrounded by the smell of Italian bread and specialty cuisine.

The Professor paced the parameter of the White House, “I don’t care where he is. We have a crisis, bring him in.”

“Are you sure I have to, Professor?” Janelle spoke softly as she stood to great the waiter and took a menu. She seated, “I don’t think I’m in a position to do so.”

She knew 2 things. One, she knew Greg had never went on vacation, ever. It was primarily caused by his last vacation winding up to be the destruction of one of their Hawaiian Islands. The second was quite simple. Janelle would never again have Duncan back for a date. She wanted both, Greg to have a vacation and Duncan to enjoy her company.

“Sure, just send one of Jared’s reserve men.” He paused and realized he heard the sound of grinding fresh peppercorn landing on Italian pasta. He quickly took in the sound and converted it to a smell from memory. “By the way, my dear have a good lunch and tell Duncan I’d like his biopsy tonight around 2200.”

Janelle tapped the small brooch that looked had a metallic EGT logo, a small noise was sounded that only Janelle could here. The noise sounded that the intercom link with the Professor was closed. She then sat across from Duncan waiting for him to choose a choice wine.

“Is it not discomforting to have that around you? Could it not be activated by remote?” Duncan was avoiding the choice because he usually did not consume wine. He usually just had it with special meals and with a special guest. How appropriate it was for him to choose the 2 most expensive wine, as to appear not too incompetent. “I’ll have this one, sounds like a good year.”

She looked up at him glancing with her eyes at the menu and at his reaction to her soft look. “A good year or perhaps it was that it is the second item from the top of expensive wines?”

He glared at her, wondering how she guessed. He also felt trapped in his incompetence and was about to add a toast of humor when Janelle continued.

“No, was the answer to your first question. Yes it can be activated from remote but it’s the Professor I trust him not to…,” her voice grew slightly louder. “Not to ease drop. Jarred!”

“Yes, my dear.” Caught, red handed by a misplaced sneeze.

“What would the Professor say?” Janelle smiled at the menu as if she was debating with it the best way to kick the ego of Jarred down to a more manageable size.

“He would say: you two stop bickering and Jarred get to work.” The Professor’s intercom had caught the stray signal when he forgot to turn the intercom off.

The facial expression of Janelle and Duncan flushed with embarrassment. Janelle formed an “oh” with her lips and quickly responded. “Love ya, got to go.” She quickly detached the intercom and stuck it behind her ear.

The EGT Intranot powered the little intercoms. The Intranot was a much larger animal and did not just carry the intercoms, but the intercoms were capable of many things. One of which was transferring the intercom from a microphone to a micro thought receiver. The wearer could signal the intercom to send a specific thought by preceding the thought with a specific start sequence and ending it with a similar one. The intercoms aloud many things, such as full GPS tracking software of any employee whose heart rate become over excited.

“Now, Duncan. What about the entrées?” She was going to make this date count, and memorable. Ifit meant that she had to empty poor Duncan’s pocket, but she really wanted to test Duncan’s generosity and romantic awareness. She wanted a romantic man, not a ‘down to earth man’ that most of the world is filled with.

The Scientist, Dr. Sacral, stood over the console noticing the satellite image not showing energy spike big enough accomplish its task.

“Well?” Spoke The Shadow as he walked closer to the scientist and grabbed his forearm. “What went wrong?”

“Nothing sir, it just. Sir, the UPT was not successfully adjusted.”

“So is Greg died or not?” He grabbed the scientist by the throat and held his arm away. “Is the target neutralized?”

“No sir.” The scientist fell to the floor, after being released from a choke hold.

The Shadow reached for his weapon and aimed at the scientist, a hand blocked him.

“Wait sir!”

“Wait, wait for what?” The Shadow was still aimed at his target and only glanced at the big screen where a mug shot photo of Greg and a Japanese head line read, ‘Crazy American Arrested for Interrogation.’

The Shadow walked up to the image and wrapped his hand around the air next to Greg’s head. Pondering the quick realization of what the Japanese were capable of.

“Good, good. Where is he being held?” The Shadow glanced by the lead scientist who was regaining his stance from the fall.

“Loosely translated, ‘Strong Justice.’”

A perverted smile went across the face of the shadow who took a team to meet with the Japanese in charge of this colorful holding center.

The Story of 6 - Part 6

2009-12-14T20:35:00.000-05:00

Janelle was deeply depressed and attacked herself all day, saying ‘Why did I not kill him?’ She kept complaining and mumbling under her breath till a dear friend of hers walked up the side walk.

Duncan Corvino was a brilliant scientist and doubled up as the Professor’s personal ‘dead guy’ specialist, as he was commonly called. Duncan stood about 6 feet tall, and had long flowing brown hair that complemented his beautiful blue eyes. A combination almost impossible, Janelle usually dropped what she was doing and become tipsy around him. Not today, today Janelle was so depressed it would take a personal encounter with Mr. Corvino and his charm.

“Janelle,” spoke Duncan in a nice, soft, and cool voice. “If you just about done chastising yourself; I’d like to take you out to dinner. I know it’s only 4:30 but there is this great Italian pasta place, I want to try out.”

Janelle looked up and instantly all her troubles melted away. She walked towards Duncan and… tripped over herself. Duncan laughed.

“You,” Janelle said as she slapped him across his face, “you did that on purpose and know you are laughing at me. Of course I’ll take you to dinner. Under a small condition…”

Duncan smiles and lets out a chuckle, “Sure, what?”

“If you wear that white shirt of yours, the one I almost stained about a month ago.”

He smiled, looked into her eyes, and spoke softly. “Whatever you wish my dear, of course I have a slight condition myself.”

She pulled her hip back and let out a, “Mm hm.”

“You leave your depression their and come with your joyful self. Oh, and no more slapping me.”

Janelle laughed, slightly defeated but she was not the kind to get easy to anger unless it disturbed her in her sadden mood. She walked towards him down the side walked and waved to Jarred. Jarred waved back, signaling it was okay to leave the scene.

Jarred was thanking God. Janelle had finally left the scene, since midnight when the President had been assassinated. Jarred could finally get to work. He pulled out more information than Janelle did, most of it useless. He had the red phone tapped, and he had a technician run full array of tests on the phone The Shadow had used to infiltrate the White House.

The Shadow was cunning and left no trace of the machine he used to fold space around a small data signal that traveled the phone wire to the woman’s desk. Unfortunately he forgets to factor in a small piece of equipment the Professor had installed many days ago. The device tracked all calls including the special disturbance ones and copied them over to a secure server. Jarred pulled the file and replicated the conditions, out came a soulless copy of The Shadow.

Just as the soulless shadow was being materialized, Professor Karros walked on to the scene.

“Jarred, it’s about time we had a debriefing.”

Jarred spun his head around and responded quickly, “Sir. We just found ourselves lucky. We just cloned are first shadow.”

The Shadow had no intention of stopping with the murder of the President. He quickly overcame the Vice President and the Speaker of the House. Unfortunately the Professor had them both go to a safe location and protected by holograms. These almost lifelike decoys were real in every respect, except anything and everything passed through them. It did not take The Shadow long to realize this and it made him mad.

“Do you call this a fix Professor? I think not, nor am I going to put up with it. It’s time to activate a test run of that device Sacral.”

Dr. Sacral used to work with genetic engineering then transferred to biologics engineer where he engineered fast thing computer and devices. He worked with EGT on many projects the UPT was one of those projects. Dr. Sacral died to EGT the day he claimed he was God and was going to wipe out the nasty parts of civilizations. A Tribunal later, a 10 year sentence, 2 escapes, and his ability to make bad friends landed him a job for Shadow Technology.

Greg had just gotten to Japan and was excited to have his vacation, finally. Terrible it was cut short when a gigantic squad formed above his head. The UPT was not adjusted properly, nor did Greg realize the flash from another universe would last about 3 seconds.

Greg squealed like a ban chi, yelling at everyone to leave. By the time someone noticed him the Squid had vanished back into its universe never to be disturbed again. Greg on the other hand was immediately arrested and given to Japan’s more colorful holding centers for crazy Americans and proposed national spies.

Every government has a center, an area, where men and prisoners of war are kept. Most, if not all of these centers, use unsanctioned methods of interrogation and extracted. Kaori Masakon, was the equivalent of the United States Guantanamo Bay. Greg had landed himself there, which did not help Japan’s anti-EGT policies.

The Story of 6 - Part 5

2009-12-11T19:38:00.003-05:00

It was so unnerving for Professor Karros to know something was going to happen and not being able to be their when that something went down. He stood their pondering whether or not he should even think about showing to the President of the United States the technology he has been hiding for fear of its many possible applications, especially the Military applications.

The Professor knew that if he was to step into the White House unannounced, that there would be chaos. He did not know how many people were familiar with the Military Clearance Code 0, and many would ask questions or not believe his story at all. Either way, if he was there when that something went down or he was in custody by the men at the Secret Service, he would be a suspect. Hands down!

Janelle noticed that the Professor was pondering his next move. She had already been informed about the current dilemma, but she knew how unsettling this might be for the Professor. She spoke softly as not to be recognized by the staff that was moving behind her.

“Professor, if you want. I mean, I could materialize in a closed area of the White House with 2 corporals. I'm sure no one would ask, especially if I held that classified badge of yours.”

She rested on the railing and looked down and tried to find what the Professor was staring at.

The Professor was looking at nothing, just pondering his own mind and trying to wrap his head over The Shadow. He was also trying to figure out The Shadow and where the President might be on the road map of The Shadow's terrible deeds. He nodded slightly and reached for the inside pocket of his coat.

“Boy did you hear a word I said?” She was growing impatient, she knew that time was against their operation.

“Ok,” the Professor said as he pulled out his badge.

“Um… Oh, I'm sorry.” Janelle noticed that the Professor had already decided to let her take his place.

Jarred’s team was moving as fast as humanly possible, they were arming themselves. They had a few grenades, a rocket launcher, 2 router guns, and a half a dozen hand ruffles. All this was not including the basic Task Force gear that they already had on themselves. Jarred told his men to prepare for action and he pulled out a Tether Array.

The Tether Array was a neat little device. The Tether Array stood about 3 feet and had an array of tentacle like structures posed outward, forming a complete arc above the little device. Jarred took one end of the middle tentacle, and began aligning it. His H. U. D. ocular display turned on, his contacts were helping him align the device. He let the tether go, and 12 strings poured out onto the white house window.

Jarred's team stood on standby, hoping a car would not hit these almost invisible strings of tough nylon and metallic mixture. It was a good day. Jarred’s team was prepared under 12 seconds after noticing the President had picked up the red phone.

The Shadow saw which direction Jarred pointed the device, so he made sure that what ‘goes down’ would take place on the upper floors. This would take place in front of the window, next to the hotel, to attack the pride of Task Force One. He also knew that they had closed entry to the White House, no one in and most certainty no one out. So The Shadow had a plan.

The phone rang and a little perky secretary to the President’s secretary picked up the one. She felt this little electric feeling as if someone had ran up her spine. She shrieked. The perky woman jolted and it caught the attention of the team across the street.

Janelle materialized as The Shadow went past her. She would not be noticed by The Shadow, at least not yet. The two corporals took a stance next to the L. A., just-in-case something happens. A Mr. Foremen went to check on the noise, saw the women with the corporals and he instantly got on the defensive side and asked for back up. Mr. Foremen motioned to her, that he was ready for whatever it was. He also mentioned it was safe to go to the President.

Jarred knew something was up, so he grabbed his Infrared Sensors and tried to see if The Shadow was in the room. He knew that this device had been used before, but what he didn't know was that his 3D sensing device would find The Shadow. The Shadow in his small shadow form appeared flat, completely 1 dimensional. He would show up on IR but as a ghost or a glitch. Greg gestured the image floating in the hotel room a little to the right. The 3D projection rotated revealing a full human imprint next to the Secret Service Guy, Mr. Foreman. Moments later, the glass to the hotel room shattered, directly afterwards the glass to the White House caved in.

Jarred's team tried to make it to the room upstairs. Janelle had just entered the room. She looked to her left and saw The Shadow being cast. She saw The Shadow had an extra object then what the Secret Service guy had a knife. She quickly threw down the President, and starting kicking the shadow. The Shadow no longer contained the knife, Janelle’s shadow did.

Moments later, a scream could be herd. Hundreds of men and woman rushed in the little room. Screaming and crying could be herd all over the White House. The President had been sliced to death. No one knew who had done it. All they saw was a shadow went across the President of the United States and cuts started showing.

“OK, I'm Janelle, and this is a matter of National Security, there is a man that can morph into any shadow. What you just witnessed was, The Shadow.” She gulped as she began to put gloves on and inspect the scene. She took one course from the Task Force, forensics, one course was all she needed.

The Professor bleeped on the EGT international news channel, the headline was, “The Shadow Cometh [...]”

The story of 6: Part 4

2009-12-10T12:52:00.000-05:00

Professor Karros had just returned to Bermuda One and he was ready to receive the first EGT Task Force Tactical Units. EGT had trained special forces, called the EGT Task Force, they were designed to rescue employees from third world governments, safe guard the vault, and above all else assist Professor Karros in any mission. No matter the danger, these elite x-Navy Seals were ready for everything. To the Task Force reporting to Bermuda One meant only one thing, a task was going to be given and the Task Force would be sent.

The EGT Task Force Tactical Units are EGT and the Army hybrids, designed for crowd control and massive infiltration. These units were teams of 25 men from the Army, a 3 or 4 men from the EGT Task Force, and one Commanding Officer from the Task Force. It’s obvious that EGT stays in charge, which makes the Professor the go to guy for all things related to this mission.

Professor Karros’s first task was going to be finding The Shadow’s current location, and take The Shadow down. It’s a lot easier to say than to have done. The Shadow left no fingerprints in any governmental database, all anyone knew was they were looking for people that ‘believed’ they were being followed. From the Paranoid to the borderline psychotic, Professor Karros’s Task Force interviewed them all.

The Task force lost all hope, until they came upon a General Forbes who claims to have seen a ghost or demon from the pits of hell.

“That description fits him nice and good,” said Miranda Congswell.

The Chief Carrier for the Task Force, Miranda Congswell, was not easy to miss. She wore combinations of clothing that would make people wish there was an existence of the fashion police. Miranda’s excuse for her fashion statement, or lack of one, was ‘it’s a great cover.’

“Good someone has a lead. What did he say, The Shadow did?” Professor Karros walked over to a room which contained a small office that was the size of a cubical, only the ceiling cut down making the Professor duck to take a seat at the desk.

“He said, ‘it was weird,’ that The Shadow only had General Forbes log onto his computer and visit a web site.” The Carrier took liking to the couch that rested directly under the window, on the side of the wall where the entrance was. “The General claims that he had a dual sweep of the area 51 servers and his personal computer done. He also claims that his ‘top dogs’ I. T. guys could not find a trace of anything, not even the history file for the site The Shadow had him visited.”

“Wait did you say? Area 51? The Groom Lake Facility?” Professor Karros’s face quenched with danger and slight concern for the people that worked there. “And they found no trace of a virus? Not a trace of the site?”

“Yes, that’s what makes it so strange. Not even a cookie.” Miranda looked up, so lackadaisical at the moment, so at peace and serenity.

Professor Karros jumped off his chair, barely nicking the wall above him because he had braced for impact.

“Go tell General Forbes to do a full sweep of his servers using a biomagnetic filter. I want the results on my desk in 48 hours. Go.” Professor Karros pondered something, than noticed Miranda’s shadow came across the floor as she went to go tell the General. “Wait! Where did you say the interview with the General took place?”

“The Fifth Section of the Pentagon,” she looked behind her to Professor Karros and smiled, “Why? Something a miss?”

“Yes. The President was due to stop by the pentagon at 1200 today, right after your conversation with General Forbes.” The Professor’s face showed signs of puzzlement.

“But that would mean…” She stopped. Not hesitating, not even for a second. She swung down to the rising tiles and swopped out into the Communications room which resided a single phone. Its color was red.

Jarred’s team of Navy Seal recruits, which made up EGT Task Force One, was not an accident. They were all handpicked by Jarred himself, and received special Task Force training of the highest caliber. They were cut of the mill marines, tattoos and well trained physique. They were good at stealth and good at preparedness, the many traits of their current job.

Not only did Jarred’s task force work as his security team during the day, they doubled as EGT’s biggest force of power for anything. If a Navy Seal could not get a mission done, or was left and captured, these were the men called on by the government. Jarred’s team were the men that go unnoticed, but if his team showed up and you were on the wrong side, it meant emanate destruction of whatever you were planning.

Professor Karros had them watch the President of the united States ‘just-in-case.’ The Professor said, ‘Just in case, The Shadow tries something.’ They’ve been watching him since Professor Karros’s meeting with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, even the President or The Secret Service didn’t know. No one knew that the biggest Task Force team was deployed to watch the President of the Unites States of America. EGT Task Force One are professionals, they could watch the President 30-50 feet away. This team has been watching the President with all the High Tech Wizardry that Sealfy and the Black Sciences division of EGT had designed over the past couple years. You name it they have access to it.

They’ve been watching the president for what seems like hours, when suddenly they went into full alert. The president had picked up the phone, the little red one on the corner of his White House desk. The emergency only phone, the one that scream nuclear death or potential assentation attempts.

‘Dam it,’ The Shadow was thinking as he recognized the Luvana Hotel was taking more garbage out than usual, especially more empty pizza boxes. The black-ops people he had wanted to avoid were on the scene. EGT Task Force One – Jarred’s team!

The Shadow slowly went by them, undetected. The Shadow winced at the site of some of the High tech gadgets that made up Task Force One’s encampment - room 201. He quickly marked all the gadgets down into memory, than leached onto one of the Hotel maid’s shadow and just walked away.

The Shadow got to a pay phone, inserted something that looked like a quarter but wasn’t. The Shadow of the maid just vanished into the phone and was gone without a trace or a merit to The Shadow’s cunning masquerade. No one would know that The Shadow new all, and now he knew what he was up against. He would be ready for everything, even the top of the line Navy Seal recruits Jarred has, would not be able to foil part 1 of his plan. The Professor would have nothing, but the headlines of tomorrow news to tell him what part 1 of his plan, so at least thought The Shadow.

The story of 6: Part 3

2009-12-09T14:20:00.001-05:00

[Revised: December 10, 2009]

The Shadow stood around 7 feet, when he wasn’t attached to someone else’s shadow. If you ever saw The Shadow, he was a bit scruffy looking. The Shadow always maintained a small beard that circled his face and pronounced his chin. The Shadow wore this black hat which rested upon his jet black hair. The Shadow also always wore a good shirt that puffed him up in all the right places.

If you ever saw The Shadow in his shadow form, you would cringe with fear and every fiber of your being would halt in its tracks and dare not move least something evil smite you. The Shadow was evil, the purest form of evil that is allowed to walk the face of this earth.

The Shadow did not hold a name, nor let one stick with him for long. He was always known as “The Shadow,” and The Shadow made sure you’d know it.

The Shadow stepped into the Military Compound we know as the Groom Lake Facility. The Shadow hide in General Forbes’s shadow that casted fear into the men that walking by. Forbes never heard extra footsteps, nor heard the asynchronous breathing routine The Shadow used amongst his victims. General Forbes just had this terrible electric feeling crawl up his spin, which alerted him to something, somewhere, was watching him.

Forbes got his morning coffee, looked behind him, and dashed to his office. Something was driving him mad, this feeling of being followed. The feeling of being leached on by someone, and this feeling was something else.

Forbes went to his office, and as he took a seat, a strange shadow was cast in the direction of the door. The door shut without a trace of human intervention, the General let out a smile squeal of fear. A shiver left his spine as The Shadow materialized right on the opposite side of his desk. Forbes was frantic, rushing his hands around his desk for the handgun. No luck in finding the hand gun, or something he could use against The Shadow. The Shadow locked the door and stepped up to the General, the General let out a shriek of pain that no one caught.

The Joint Chief of Staffs, were the least helpful people on the Shadow Man’s Advisory Board. They were only interested in protecting their political careers and it left a vile taste in the mouth of the Professor. He addressed the members of the advisory board, again.

“I’ve been here for over an hour answering your nasty questions about how this action and how I disturb your political career. To hell with your profession, if you are unwilling to take any appropriate action…” He paused for the coming cannon fire. “You do not deserve to be on this committee, let alone in any respectable job that doesn’t pay more than 7 dollars an hour.”

The political swine shut up and rethought their position. They gave Professor Karros dirty looks.

“Professor, we respect your judgment, but we must protect ourselves from any incursions that your reckless group of employee’s will make…”

“Now wait just a minute,” the Professor spoke over the evil voice. “I did not come here to argue with you or to discuss my employees’ lack of political correct behavior. They get the job done and with the Lord’s help they get the job done right!” The Professor was satisfied that he had squandered their pride enough for them to come down to earth.

The Professor was never a politically correct guy, he never did things conventional or at least to the current administrations licking but he did things right. He followed the word of the Lord to the letter and he never let the political goons control his decisions. In fact, the Shadow Man Proclamation was written to force these political goons in a box which kept them from being overbearing and taking too much power. The Shadow Man Proclamation was also his fallout plan in case they might not see reason and make a decision that would not co-inside with his beliefs. Professor Karros was a ‘my way or the highway’ type guy.

The congressmen just looked at him with that same arrogant look as before. Professor Karros was sick of them doing that, it was bad enough they miss the truths standing next to them but it made it so much worse when they wasted his time for such would-be quick decisions.

“We’ll have to discuss this with the President,” spoke the Speaker of the House as the President walks into the room. “I mean will have to discuss this with our constituents.”

“You mean those highly paying corporations,” insisted Professor Karros right to the congressman.

The faces of those congressmen twisted as if the Professor said something absolutely revolting. Sometimes the truth was a terrible thing to swallow. It’s also too bad that this truth would be hid from the very same voters they wish to appeal to.

“There will be no more waiting! I’ll just bring to your attention Article 12 of the Shadow Proclamation, the ‘Article of Control of Forbidden Technology.’”

The congressman stopped him with a wave of his hand, to motion there new found acceptance to his opinion. They did not like the Professor but what they hated worst of all was being undermined. They passed the motion that gave EGT full control over the military forces assigned to stop The Shadow without a reluctance or condition.

The President of the United States signed the executive decree and said one last thing, “Congressman Skudo, thank you for objective corporation in this administration. It would be wise to recognize that we all fight for the same thing.” The congressman skewed his eyes to one corner, showing his disgust of the gesture, knowing it was fully intended to elevate the tension between the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Professor.

The story of 6: Part 2

2009-12-08T13:14:00.000-05:00

[Revised: December 10, 2009]

6 was brilliant, she had everyone in the Lobby under her control. She was known to have control over Sealfy, on occasion. She was well respected and loved by all of Professor Karros’s cliental. She believed in his vision because she believed in the power of entertainment. The power to captivate the soul and change the mood of even the hardens of criminals. It has been 3 months, to date, since any one has heard her name.

Janelle Cosgrave was 6 feet tall, well-shaped, easy on the eyes, outgoing, perky, and as happy as a dove. Janelle loved her job, loved the adventure and the mystery behind her the Professor – her boss. Janelle enjoyed her work. She found pride in all that she did. If it was a financial report, it was done in such elegance and breeze that any investor would instantly see ‘the truth’ and come onboard. This was her skillset that made her the best of the best, cream of the crop candidate for anything.

It was 4:30 at night when 3 men in uniform waltz in the door and searched for the Professor.

“Excuse me, miss.” One of the corporals speaks out.

“What can I do for you?” was the perky response from Janelle, the current Lobby Assistant.

“I’m looking for the Shadow Man.” Janelle looks at him in curiosity. “Professor Karros, it’s a matter of national security. It’s a code black.”

“A code black…, hmm.” Janelle moves over to a console and types a few keys on her touch screen. A little message pops up, she enters a password. Suddenly the little touch screen goes blank and the security lights begin flashing. The lobby’s security doors fall to section it off, and the Professor scurries into the scene.

“Sir, I have a message from Home Land Security. It requires your signature.” The corporal walks over to Professor Karros, and he signs the paper. The Professor takes the black folder and opens it. Seconds later, the black folder is slammed shut as fear and deep concern take over the Professors joyful appearance.

“L. A., my office.” Professor Karros begins to move towards his office in a jog, “Greg I need you to go find Jarred and tell him to get his force ready. I will also need you to get one of the blue bags from Jarred and make arrangements to fly in the CMO from vacation.”

Greg came out from the Chief Medical Officers office, “Are you sure?”

The Professor responds, “to the Tunnel. The Shadow Cometh […]”

Janelle sat in the front of the main conference room at the Bermuda Triangle Facility, EGT Bermuda One. The conference room was filled with the big shots, VIPs from the United States Armed Forces, including several notable Generals. The room itself was made of entirely clear glass and was 600 feet below sea level creating a fantastic view of water life. The room was just outside the main structure of Bermuda One and was connected by a small hallway. To the left of the room, from where Janelle was sitting was a door that led to a spiral staircase which took you into the small hallway which brought you back into the main structure.

This was Janelle’s first and last time in the Bermuda Triangle facility. She knew the Professor had secrets, but she could not have fathomed this.

The room hushed as L. A. adjusted her seat and pulled out a black folder. She was going to address the crowd. Professor Karros would be absent as he was already in a secret meeting with the President of the United States and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Janelle knew he would be there for the better part of the day.

“As according to the Shadow Man Proclamation, I hereby bring this meeting to order under the jurisdictions there of.” She would have made a joke right about now, but this meeting needed was carried out under strict guidelines of the Shadow Man Proclamation. She would not have any other way.

“I’m here to brief you all on an individual known as ‘The Shadow.’ The shadow is biological marvel, contains over 200,000 thousand unique characteristics all over his body. We call them ‘black heads,’ they allow The Shadow to mimic any persons shadow and leach on to that person. Thus so far as we know, there is no defense against him. The Shadow has not been seen in over centuries, so tracking him down may prove impossible.”

The display behind Janelle was having difficulty keeping up with her voice, because she was skipping over points and missing cues. She was so frantic and nervous that she could kill herself, if she drank coffee. She stuck with tea. She took a sip of the ‘warm stuff’ that the replicator called tea, and continued.

“As far as we know, he does not have any genetic alterations that would make him, as an individual, be a threat to national security directly.” Remembering to be specific, or else she could be arrested for ‘faulty information’ as according to the Shadow Man Proclamation. She continues, “What we do believe that poses a gigantic threat to national security and abroad, is the stolen invention we call a Universal Parallax Translator. The UPT was stolen from EGT Warehouse, 6b, 13 days ago and could be configured to obliterate 1/3 of the North American Content. This explosion could cost massive casualties, in the millions.”

“Amongst other applications, the UPT could become a single tool used to guide the world leaders in giving control of their governments over to The Shadow. If configured correctly the UPT could decimate an entire universe. At the very least this technology is forbidden for use, under section 12 of the Shadow Man Proclamation, ‘Article of Forbidden Technologies’. Reason behind this technology’s inclusion in the ‘Article of Forbidden Technologies’ is due to an incident that threaten the stability of and the population of New York state.”

She paused to take another drink, herd some coughs and expected to hear snoring. She heard no snoring, so she continued. “Because of all that has happened in the past, the mandate is to seek The Shadow, arrest him, and bring the UPT and any derivatives back into custody of the Professor where it will be placed in the Vault. Questions?”

The crowd began to wake up and the Question and Answering session began. Janelle disliked the Q&A sessions especially with this kind of crowd, they would ask questions that she would not be prepared for or would not like to answer.

“Mam,” spoke a General.

“Janelle,” she smiles in the direction of the General. “Please call me, Janelle. Go on.”

“Janelle, how can we be certain that the UPT will be safe in the ‘Vault?’”

“The Vault, as you may or may not know, is heavily guarded and protected at EGT Headquarters. I can assure you, no one has gone into the Vault that has not been authorized in over a year.” She took a seat, after standing to give her little speech.

“With all due respect,” a marine blurs out. L. A. braces for impact, because she knows when someone says ‘with all due respect’ they are about to bruise your ego or complain about your tactics. “What makes you so sure you can take care of it, when you have not done such a good job of it so far?”

A few men voiced their agreement.

“I assure you it is in accordance with the Shadow Man Proclamation, which you’re Commander and Chief signed and the Congress rectified.”

“Well maybe it’s time we relook that decision.” Another General was stirring unrest.

“Gentlemen,” the crowd gets quiet. “Unless you want to be tried for treason, I suggest you stop this pointless babel.”

The crowd silences and withdraws their concern.

The story of 6: Part 1

2009-12-07T17:11:00.000-05:00

[Revised: December 10, 2009]

Professor Karros had recently hired the new L. A. (Lobby Assistant) and for the past month, she was doing well. Number 7 was doing well. What L. A. may not realize is the amount of danger and hazard involved with controlling the Lobby for one of the greatest entertainment companies Headquarters. It’s a fact, all the previous Lobby Assistants are dead, or close to it.

Now I’m not going to say this isn’t a sad story, but it is one that needs to be… This will lead to greater and better stories being told.

L. A. had just stepped out of a very successful employee review, and received her permanent parking space, permanent credentials, permanent office space (that she’ll never use), permanent security clearance (Level 1, the highest there is) and respect from everyone around - Except Sealfy. Sealfy was giving L. A. one of the toughest days ever. In the terms of an old friend, “the toughest day in the history of toughest days.” Sealfy was throwing fireballs, new inventions, sick puppies, alien protests, and God only knows what else.

L. A. was about to scream her head off, and go all skinning-homicidal again. Just as a General Bakes walks up to her and says, “I’m so sorry.”

L. A. looks behind her and says, “Excuse me? Why?”

The General was already gone, out the door.

Professor Karros slowly walked down the stairs. His face looked as if he had just lost his best friend, or his wife. He didn’t look up at any of the casual customers, didn’t even notice Sealfy’s L. A.test inventions, and didn’t even say a word to L. A.. Professor Karros just spoke to Greg and then told the Chief Security Officer, “Its time.”

The Chief Security Officer, Jarred Fervor, become overwhelmed by feelings of deep sadness and lost. His face dropped, and his hands fell to their sides. He took a key from a locked cabinet, and slowly waked down the hall to the Corporate Elevator. Professor Karros slid his way to the same elevator, and inserting his key into the elevator. Jarred joined the Professor and they both walked into the elevator, the doors shut.

Jarred comforted Professor Karros, as Professor Karros went for the panel on the wall. He turned the panel to the left, revealing a secret hidden panel. He pushed a few buttons on the hidden panel and let it scan his eye. The elevator started descending.

L. A.’s ears perked up, her eyebrows dented, and her eyes widen with surprise. The elevator never went down, it always went up. She knew there were some secret sub levels about EGT, such as the one that led to Professor Karros personal home. What she didn’t know, was there was a forth. The forth was a small hallway which at the end rested a warning sign and a hermetically tight door. She would not know anything about this… unless she asked.

An hour later there was a screech of machinery and a shriek heard below where Greg and the Professor went to. Much later Greg walked to the elevator just as the Professor exited. Greg walked with the Professor and began comforting him. Greg and Professor Karros took the stairs to his office, which was exceedingly out of character seeing that Professor Karros’s office resided on the L. A.st floor, almost 6,000 steps from the first floor. Professor Karros and Greg stayed up there for hours.

The clock swung to 4:30 pm. The notification music sounded 3 times and an announcer announced, “Attention. The EGT Open-Door policy is now closed. All unauthorized persons are asked to leave the building in the next 15 minutes. Thank You. Attention…” It repeated the announcement the same notification music, which ran before the announcement, resounded.

L. A. began picking up her office, on this late Friday afternoon. It was December 4 and no sign of Greg or Professor Karros.

Greg finally walked by L. A., and about to leave the building when L. A. spoke. “Greg?”

“Yes, L. A.?” Greg responded to the question, and stopped half way to main entrance.

“What is wrong with the Professor?” L. A. paused, waiting for a response. When no response came she asked again, “What happened?”

“Remember the Lobby Assistant before you, number 6?”

“Ya,” she spoke in a quiet, timid voice.

“It was final decided today.” Greg began to walk away, sadly realizing the truth of that statement.

“Decided, what toady?” L. A.’s curiosity grew as she turned around to face Greg, eye to eye.

“Ask the Professor.” Greg motioned that the Professor was still in his office.

“I will.” L. A. smiled at Greg and a ‘Thank You’ could be felt by both parties. Greg began leaving and L. A. went to work.

It was now 5:30 in the afternoon, and L. A. was prepared for everything. She knew the Professor might make a break for it so she sealed the back door with super sticky gum that she borrowed from Sealfy, in exchange for testing his new hair cleaner. She would test it Monday morning, as it was currently ‘out of commission’. Whatever, ‘out of commission’ meant.

She had the elevator temporarily reprogrammed to tell Professor Karros it, was out of order. She had assigned a drill team to work on reformatting the sidewalk so the Professor could not fly down from his Office balcony as he had many times before.

She turned the corner only to see the Professor in his office, head down and crying. Fairly quietly now, but she could imagine that the tears were rather fierce earlier today. L. A. wondered what could possibly make the president of a multimillion dollar corporation, then anything she has ever seen.

She quietly walked in, and heard the signs that the Professor had cried himself to sleep. “This is the first," She said to herself as she looked around for something anything she could use to wake him up. She found a cup of water.

The Professor instinctively, jumped to his feet and hit the ceiling.

“And that ceiling is what, 7/9 feet? Hey, Professor, can we talk.”

Professor Karros, grabbed his L. A.st remaining tissue and wiped his eyes, face, cheeks, shoulders, desk, and if it wasn’t for an absorbent rug he would have down that to. That poor sheet of tissue… Professor Karros collects himself and slowly brings himself to reality, sighs then says, “Sure. Remember 6?”

“Caprica?” L. A. thought it would be great to add humor, not a bad idea.

“The sixth Lobby Assistant.”

“Not much, do tell.”

“Most Lobby Assistants I’ve had die and those that don’t are well… Six was great.” L. A., grabs a seat and moves some soaking wet junk mail to the side and rests her head on the table.

“You have all day.”

“6 was the greatest of employee of them all, she was brilliant. she had everyone in the Lobby whipped into shape. Except Sealfy, but no one is that good. Six and I had a very good relationship. We went out to coffee shops and to malls. 6 even helped buy my wife’s Christmas gift.”

“It wasn’t going to last. About 3 months ago, I had news that an old friend of mine had resurrected himself into the world. He was planning on using some of my more ‘colorful inventions,’ against me and the western world.”

Nuke! Don't Panic!

2009-11-30T11:00:00.000-05:00

Today was another average day. EGT had 847 legally filled law suits, 804,000 attempts at my life, and 4,562 nuclear bomb threats. One second, "Hello? [...] ." 4,563. We have never looked into any of them, because 99.9% of them are the result of a very unhappy competitor whom we got out of business. Of course, it is only because we have the world renowned "Open-Door" Policy. If it doesn't kill me it'll make me famous for that idea.

The EGT "Open-Door" Policy, is the policy that allows anyone access to any department at EGT, that does not require a Level 1 or Level 2 security clearance. from the hours of 8:30am to 4:30pm. Including Lunch.

"Sealfy," yells LA, "You were supposed to return my FWS Report today, and I have to give it to the President."

"Umm... No thanks, I think I prefer it without gasoline stains." Explains EGT Man, president of EGT, just as Sealfy causes a Massive explosion just above the view dome.

"Can I skin him,” asks LA in a freakishly series tone. She only receives a small smirk from EGT Man. "Please. Please, boy I promise it will teach him a lesson or two on the whole deployment process."

"You know as well as I do, that will just prolong the development process."

"It’s better than the whole world crashing down..." La jumps, from a sudden crash. "Ug!"

EGT Man rushes downstairs to realize it’s a Live Red Hot Nuclear Bomb. Mr. 4,563, the phone call before, would have directed him to the reason why. EGT Man scratches his head and LA panics. "Okay people, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" LA screeches down the corridor as she begins to direct people to the many exits. By many exits, I mean one exit with multiple doors.

"No, LA! Don't Panic. I know I got something." EGT Man rushes to tile on the floor, pushes a few times to the corner of the tile, and that tile rushes to 6,000 feet and EGT Man slips into the Vault.

LA continues to panic. "People lets go. Get the hell out of here. Move it. Move it! Move IT!!!" People step on each other running out of the Lobby. The security system is about to go to emergency Red-White status, suddenly EGT Man popes out of the Vault with Sealfy holding a mini-black hole generator.

"LA, that’s alright I got a Black Hole." LA begins to throw people out of the office and screams her head off. "No, LA."

Sealfy pushes a few buttons and instantly a mini-black hole swallows the Nuke and disappears. Sealfy helps LA and EGT Man do damage control. "Does this mean you aren't going to skin me?"

LA says, "Ya sure." She opens her draw to pull out her now melted hair brush. "At least not a live!" Sealfy runs for his life...

---- Words of Encouragement

At least you don't have a homicidal Lobby Assistant after you or a giant Nuke about to explode. Just note: GOD has you back in life. 2 Chronicles 20:17 that “You shall not need to fight in this battle: set yourselves, stand ye still, and see the salvation of the LORD." In English, GOD has your back. So please don't panic, lean on the Lord and he will direct your path.

Good Day!

Love Ignores Food!

2009-11-10T11:00:00.000-05:00

Tonight was like any normal night, the last customer left an hour and a half ago and the halls are crystal clean. You could eat off them, if there was food.

About 4 minutes ago, my Lobby Assistant replicated her dinner to see her French Pea Soup explode in her face. It was quite comical really. The not so funny part was the strange lack of food for me. I was up since 4, finally had to face the music with that auditor.

The auditor stood 6 feet tall, 7 inches less then me, and was determined to see one flaw with the EGT filed taxes this year. He had me pull up every last invoice and receipt for this year. Do you know how many there were? Thousands... Upon Hundreds of Thousands...

Needless to say when Justin returned to get food, and the replicator exploded, I was not a very happy man. So I asked LA to join me for some good old fashion steak and eggs. She was happy to comply, for as long as the check said "EGT" and not "LA."
The clock swung hazily over itself and slowly I passed into sleep. LA, being punctual, was at the Old Kennethe Buffet on Main Street waiting for me to show. 15 Minutes. 25 Minutes. 35 Minutes... until finally she was so hungry she ordered take out and grabbed her keys.

LA pulled into the company parking lot, just as a gasoline house fell from the sky, dousing her car in alien excrement. The house missed the connection with the EGT recycler, which converts the excrement into gasoline and sends it back to the above hovering ship. She could have stopped, but no she did not!

She leaped over fireballs falling from the now broken security enhancement Sealfy set up, ran pass broken windows, and climbed the elevator shaft which had smashed the windows and broke the security enhancement.

Finally she strolled into my office, to catch me lying on the floor next to my fireplace. She called out gently, 'Justin. Wake up... Boy, if you don't wake up I'm...'

'Oh, hi LA. What happened?' As I noticed the burns and singed clothing.

'Nothing, here.' Hands me a bag of food, 'let us eat, I know you need food.'

'Thanks LA, my best part of the day. Umm wheres the steak sauce?' LA's face changes, 'Boy I left it in the car.' She runs down the hallway, past the elevator, through fire only to here my self scream: 'No, wait! Its right here.' Cue the scream, 'EGT MAN!'

---- Words of Encouragement

Love is something that goes beyond the occasional fireball. John 3:16 says that for God so loved the world that he gave his only son... so we would not perish but have, Everlasting Life. So next time when your husband or wife asks for food, remember what LA did for simple steak and eggs for her fictions boss.

Elemental Love

2009-11-06T11:00:00.000-05:00

Everyone has a fondness for the elements, it’s because they are the 5 favorite things god created. Water, earth, fire, air, and essence makes up the great 5, but what you are about to find is that they are all forms of love.

I woke up, just like any day. Set the alarm for tomorrow morning, so I don’t forget when I’m too tired to move. Kiss my honey on the cheek and hear, “Stay a while.” Of course I should but "Maybe next time."

I waltz into the kitchen, tell it to prepare me breakfast. “The Usual.” Eggs prepared sunny side up and well seasoned, Sausage, Side of Bacon, Side of ham, toast, and a good old fashion cup of orange juice. I eat it really slowly, knowing its only 4:30 am and no one from work is going to bother me, at least until 8am. I walk upstairs into the elevator and hit, “Corporate Level.” There I catch up on paperwork, read my mail, and wait for the day to begin…

It’s about 8am and the first employee made their appearance complaining about yesterday’s fiasco of fire, and how her department was burned to the ground. “No survivors?” I said with sarcastic joy. “Sir,” The employee responded with an attitude. I resound. “Look, I don’t have time to discuss your departments accidental burning, while I was busy saving my employees and clients. Everyone was already out of that department, AND the Court Master will be sending in a team to fix the structure and rebuild your department. Might I add the new plans look so much better?”

The employee glanced over the plans, and satisfied that she has been compensated she nodded and left. It was then 8:15 in the morning and nothing could be heard. A scream. I spoke to quickly.

I ran down to the lobby to see my Lobby Assistant dangling a white flag of truce, over a capsule. I also noticed Sealfy was dangling by his toes, I’ll ask later. “Whats going on? LA put that away, I’m sure it’s a harmless little bugger.” I lied. The capsule beeped, and out came a dot, followed by more dot. What could be dots of dirt forming a formation of some sort. The dots grew to a odd figure, that looked like frozen jet fuel, only brown and with a smile. LA speaks, “Hello, how are you?”

The thing of uncertain doom, or so I thought, spoke. “Well hello, I’m element.”

“Which ones?” I said.

“All of them.”

“Of course you are, while I’m at it, are you the Queen of England to… Ug!” responds my Lobby Assistant, better known as LA. The next thing I know, Sealfy slips out of his predicament and lands, face first in the “Element” of dirt. The element quickly responds defensively and turns to fire. Sealfy screams, jumps up 4 feet in the air. My Chief of Security grabs him and throws him down, “So what is it now, Sealfy? Mad invention gone wrong? That’s the third time today. You’re coming with me.” Sealfy makes excuse why he should not be taken to security, too late the COS turns around the corner and Sealfy disappears… Not as permanent as I would have liked, just going to be asked some questions and asked to pay a fine.

The element instinctively begins to burn the area around him, still in shock of the 210 pound scientist that fell from the ceiling. LA instinctively gets on the offensive side, but instead of grabbing a fire extinguisher, she uses her tongue. “Look you big ball of furry, I’m LA the law around the lobby. I’m sorry Sealfy fell on you, but if he had threatened to trim your toenails with one of them contraptions, you would suspend him from the ceiling as I did. Can you forgive this mix up?” The element turns into water and back into earth, this time a green looking formation.

In the distance you here, “Tax Man.” I scurry under the LA’s lobby desk, where the IRS couldn’t find me. Maybe I should ask a favor from the element…

---- Words of Encouragement

You know it’s time like these, where if any of this was real you’d be asking the same thing. Can you forgive me for this mix up? GOD did, did you know that when Satan tempted Eve back in the garden and Adam eat the fruit, you and me were tainted by sin forever? The only way that we can live with hope and peace, is by asking GOD to forgive us of the ‘Mix up’ of our ancestors. We need to stop blaming each other, just like Adam blamed Eve, and Eve the serpent. We need to take responsibility, even if it means an element might singe off a few hairs… One more thing before I go, GOD is reminding you that today is a good day to be wrong because GOD will make it right. So Lord, forgive me for the Mix up, and bless my readers.

A Fire and Preparedness - A Message from the Lord

2009-11-03T11:00:00.000-05:00

Today I was greeted by my Lobby Assistant who explained to me why the Lobby was on fire and a lawyer was screaming, 'Why, I am going to sue you, till you go bankrupt and die.' Of course I wasn't going to let that happen. My LA told me that Sealfy, my creepy and joyful scientist, had invented yet another useless flying object.

The flying object was powered by 2 mini nuclear watch batteries which exploded when LA had whacked them away from her face, in self defense. Sealfy rushed in the room to defend himself, saying that the nuclear battery the size of a watch could power a block of industrial level homes for a day. The lawyer look left to his client who's hair was still on fire. I said to myself 'what a normal day here at EGT.'

Prepared for everything, I instantly pushed the emergency 'nuclear fire button' and a giant magnetic force pulled the fire to a room, where it was caught off of oxygen and eventually died off. Then I called my Chief Medical Officer over, who quickly treated the wounds of the lawyer's client. Once my CMO was done, the lawyers client hair was fully restores and she looked as if she had just returned from a very successful beauty salon. I on the other hand, replicated my self a triple expresso-dark chocolate reviara ice cap and went to the elevator to my office.

As soon as the elevator doors open by, Chief Security Officer screamed, 'Auditor.' I immediately pushed a button on the elevator, that opened a hidden tunnel that I crawled in and went out the back door undetected.

---- Words of Encouragement

While I am sure you do not have problems with nuclear batteries exploding, or pesky tax auditors. I am sure that you forget that GOD wants us to be prepared for everything.

According to Matt 25: 5-13, Jesus spoke about a coming bridegroom who's bridesmaid were waiting. The parable goes on to say that he was delayed and only 5 of the 10 were prepared and the others, who were not prepared, were forsaken.

Friends and Dearly beloved, GOD is reminding you that today is not a promise, and that you need to be prepared for everything.

So remember my little story that may have confused you, and you may be prepared for everything, including tax collectors. I am Justin Kazmierczak, a servant of the Lord, and I wish you Peace and Preparedness. Good Night!