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THE CRITERIONS Staring Toni Burton

Staring, Toni Burton
Mt View High
Bend Oregon
Class of '80!
She literally melted my heart in... a HEARTBEAT! She was so breathtaking to me!
(Thinking back on it... FRIK... KEN, GRRR! GET BACK HERE!)

THE CRITERIONS
A novel by,
COUNT: V V Nicolzah

On the cover is daddy precious baby girl! "AGAIN!!!"
"PRIME ROYAL"
7th Countess
SUB-DEACON: Lady Leanna Eileen Nicolzah (Pungken!)
KARRATH MONASTERY

"EVERYBODY LOVE EILEEN!!!!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IfiLehLFJwA

The crème de la crème of the USMCC!! Totally psychotic; they'd be pulling their hair out if they had a clue! And they charge into battle like knights in shining armor, bringing a whole lot of glory to our main man in charge, Christ Jesus!



Chapter One
IN FRONT OF THE DOME

1 John 4:8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
(KJV!!!)

act I

BLEEDING ME

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7GDn7NmGIs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSedXGIH6CM

"KELLY! PREPARE FOR ACTION! WE'RE MOVING OUT IN TEN!" Hollard SSGT Corriana J. Brentworth as she emerged from the awesome Panzer portable combat unit, securely mounted on the bed of a robust, armored, and ready for action extended bed, highly modified, camouflaged 1988 Chevy "ROCKWOOD," dubbed "IMMACULATE CONSTELLATION."
(Whew... fug repeating all dat chit!!)

In a flash, the young Asian/Pleiadean, Corporal Kitakyushu, sprang forth from beneath the chassis of a Cat Tack 6 Land Prowler, a combat personnel support spy tank. "WHAT STAFF SERGEANT? WHERE ARE WE GOING?"

Corriana swiftly entered the passenger's seat of the forward assault vehicle and activated the visual start-up checklist screen.
"North sector B-10. NOW MOVE WITH PURPOSE, CORPORAL!"

At that moment, Corporal Leanna E. Kelvin, a thirteen-year-old MOS 0322, positioned herself firmly in the driver's seat, skillfully maneuvering her way upward into the reseded armored vehicle's top twin 50-cal encased turret. "I'M UP, STAFF SERGEANT!"

"RIGHT ON! THANKS!" Confirmed the twenty-two-year-old combat veteran team leader as she cautiously raised her head into the confined quarters of the turret's armor compartment. "WHOA, GIRL! Not much room to maneuver in this mah-fugger, is there?"

"Negative." Chuckled the young corporal as she positioned her small feet under the delivery concealment. "ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ACTIVATING SCANNING SYSTEM!" She declared over the vehicle's intercom. With that said, an upper dish commenced a steady rotation.

With the press of the ignition button, the formidable Land Prowler sprang to life with a thunderous roar.

At that moment, a heavily fortified and customized luxury 2008 H-2 staff vehicle, completely blacked out, entered through the northern gate of the fortified sub-surface facility known as "MAGNUM PLUS UNDERTOW."

"STAFF SERGEANT! REPORT IMMEDIATELY ONCE YAWL REACH SECTION EIGHT!" Bellowed the formidable thirty-two-year-old badass USMCC, Captain Terri H Nicolzah as the vehicle approached the obstruction ahead.
(She be mah frikken... "HE-WHOA!"!)

"CORPORAL KELVIN!"

"AYE, CAPTAIN!"

"REMAIN VIGILANT... AND STAY OFF THAT...
FOE-KING "YOUTUBE" WHILE ON ASSIGNMENT! UNDERSTOOD?"

A few seconds later, the young Marine cadet responded sharply with acknowledgment. "AFFIRMATIVE, MA'AM!"

"SEMPER FI, DEVIL DOGS! NOW GO KICK SOME... DEEP-STATE ASS! YAWL ARE 100% FULLY PRO... TEC... TED!"

The highly psychotic, delusional combat patrol then departed the fortified hidden compound with Christ Jesus in the forefront and a flag flying from the rear that read:
"EAT BEANS! AMERICA NEED DAH GAS!"
(Lmbo...! You shut up!

end of act I

WHOA! THIS GET'S INTENSE! CHECK THIS CHIT OUT, MAN!
(Reminds me of the daze of me youth! Ha, ha! Just kidding!)

Oh yeah, sorry... Love you!
Valkyrie
"BABE"

act II

"Kelly 76°30′57″N 68°36′0″W. STAND STRONG!" Barked Corporal Kelvin as she completed the final coordinates for her mission.

There was a brief moment of silence before... "I have clear communication on sections eight through thirteen." Reported Kelly as she methodically brought the formidable armored combat vehicle to a near halt.

In a flash, the advanced optics activated. "OH MAN! NO!" Cried Corporal Kelvin.

"WHAT'S UP, LEA?" Bellowed Corriana. "SING OUT, GIRL!"

"IT'S ALL GONE, STAFF SERGEANT!"

"LEA! What are you saying?"

"What's all gone, Leanna?" Asked Corporal Kitakyushu.

A second later. "THE BASE! ALL OF THE C-5 HANGERS ARE BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

SSGT Brentworth swiftly activated her on-dash FLRS (Forward Looking Radar System) screen and, with precision, entered the initial set of codes necessary to access the critical information. "What heading, Corporal Kelvin?"

"78 degrees N." The response was delivered.

"Kelly. Select "INS" for me, please."

Something was amiss, and the atmosphere grew thick with uncertainty as Corporal Kitakyushu cautiously maneuvered the Cat Tack 6 ahead, uncertain of what lay beyond as the patrol approached the deserted Air Force Base. "OH wow... look at that, Staff Sergeant!" Kelly said in a near whisper.

The path was somewhat challenging, yet the adept driver maneuvered the Land Prowler expertly, navigating between a massive boulder and the charred remnants of what seemed to be the rear section of a C-5 fuselage.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?"

And then chaos erupted, leaving the young, bewildered patrol unit in a state of confusion once again.

"One must appreciate the folly of the opposition!" Remarked Corriana as the combat vehicle suddenly vanished from view, leaving the Marines in complete, concealed safety. "Fug-you mudder fuggers!" She growled to herself with a bad attitude.

"What circumstances led to this fuselage being found in such an isolated location?" Inquired Kelly as she carefully navigated her vehicle.

"IT WAS BECAUSE OF THOSE DAMNED EXTRATERRESTRIALS, THAT'S HOW!" confirmed Corporal Kelvin.

"Mah-fug-in... Dengue beasts! Kelly... lower the forward tempest shield. I need visual confirmation."

"Roger that, Staff Sergeant."

"WE CANNOT ENGAGE WITH THEM!" Declared Kelly, with a sense of urgency to the others.

"Bull-chit!" Corriana whispered under her breath. "Observe closely, young ones, and absorb my knowledge."

The haze and fumes started to infiltrate the gaps of the protective gear, unleashing a foul, acrid odor that seared the girl's lungs. "Kelly, initiate recording now."

"Roger that, Staff Sergeant."

"Oh man... no one's going to believe this, staff sergeant!" Insisted Corporal Kelvin. "I can see someone over by those smoking buildings, too. LOOK!"

THE END
(Ha, ha! Just kidding!)

Corporal Kelvin then transitioned her display to the advanced TU475-RV-4 version screen. "What? Why is... hey, staff sergeant, check out RV-4. Are those real... people?"

"Stand fast. I'm on my way."

The console, clad in olive drab, abruptly illuminated with an unusual display of yellows and reds just before the sub-Vedanta panel went dark. "Kelly, switch to "FLIR" DDS mode immediately. My console has gone dark."

"Roger that, Cor-ree-nie dah Wee-nie! Ha, ha! Right?" Came a snicker.

A brief moment of stillness unfolded.
"I mean... right... Staff Sergeant?"

The front left Grozny tire of the Cat Tack 6 raised the chassis by nearly twelve inches as the ice and hardened snow broke apart, driving the 40-foot-long, "Mermaid" scheme, 1961 GMC Greyhound look alike, a 20,355-pound unit, forward and downward in a sharp tilt to the port side.

"HOLY COW!" Laughed Corporal Kitakyushu quickly pulled to the right and prevented her helmet from smacking her side bastard window. "I just love playing Marines!"

For some inexplicable reason, Corporal Kelvin joined in on the laughter from somewhere topside.

"Hey, seal the rear hatch, please. Starting to stink!" Barked Leanna. "Smells like an old... nasty... cheesy miners sock up here!"

Someone suddenly yelled, "GROSS!"

"Kelly. Decontam the cabin, please!"

"You sure, Lea? I mean, once the stench has cleared, it will be too late to recover!"

A second later... "SHUT UP!"

Then... "WAIT!" There came another slight pause. "Hey Staff Sergeant... a message is inbound from the blown-up facility up ahead."

Corriana looked up. "Go ahead, Corporal... send it to intercom, please."

"Roger! Standby."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69Wqhhun5_o

"DEFENSIVE MEASURES ENGAGED! FALL BACK, KELLY!!"

A sudden, unprovoked eruption of fire and concrete devastation detonated with immense power, nearly toppling the colossal armored vehicle onto its side.

"EYES DOWN!" Screamed Staff Sergeant Brentworth MOS 0311, as she shielded her beautiful face.

From the exterior of Corriana's lower, aft kick window, Kelly observed the roadway direction lights gradually coming into view, providing her with ample indication that she somehow still had the colossal vehicle on course, leaving her just mere feet from contacting the massive port elevator on the downed C-5 Galaxy.

"You're doing well from my vantage point, Kelly," announced Corporal Kelvin from somewhere in her concealed position.
"WHOA! They were serious when they crafted these machines!" She acknowledged as they cautiously maneuvered beneath the aircraft framework.

"I had the exact same thought." Snickered Corporal Kitakyushu in her true spirited self. "Staff Sergeant, could you activate the lower angle illumination for me, please?" The smoke and haze are beginning to present a significant challenge.

In a moment, the path ahead sharpened as they pressed onward down the gentle slope of snow and ice marred by oil and debris. "Any better?"

"HOORAH!" Thank you, ma'am!

"Absolutely, you little destructive brat!"

Before long, Kelly had successfully maneuvered the combat armor onto the flat and semi-level roadway, navigating between the red and blue illuminated markers, reminiscent of runway navigation lights.

Several empty white and medium blue 55-gallon oil drums were scattered across the hard pack, signaling the moment for the intense trio.

Corriana issued the command to eliminate as many as the driver could before approaching the steep incline leading to the renowned "TOP OF THE WORLD CLUB," a familiar haunt for some of the local service members and natives of Thule AFB.

"IT IS AN HONOR!" Barked Kelly with a firm press of the accelerator. Times were exhilarating for these young, unconventional individuals as they all reveled passionately throughout the intense highs and lows, rocking and rolling of the Cat Tack 6.
"WOW!" She shouted with intense fervor! "THIS IS SO AMAZING!!"

Most of the barrels she managed to run over were swiftly crushed beneath the formidable tires of the Land Prowler known as the "FRIGHTENER."

"GOOD GOLLY OH MOLLY!" Corporal Kelvin let out a hearty laugh from her elevated position in the gunner's nest. "MAY I ENGAGE A FEW TARGETS WITH MY ARTILLERY?"

"DISMISSIVE REBEL! We are currently engaged in a critical operation! Never let a good beer go warm or to waste, I declare!" Staff Sergeant Brentworth chuckled as she guided Kelly toward the side entrance of the pub and grill.

The entire elevated structure remained entirely unscathed and seemed to be in excellent condition, including both the interior and exterior lighting.

"Advance to the front, Kelly. The side entrance is positioned directly over there! It was that way, if my memory serves me right." Declared Corriana with a firm nod of her head.

"Understood!" With a confident grin, the young cadet acknowledged her surroundings, fully aware that this location surely housed a stash of Dr. Pepper, just waiting for her to discover it. And she was just the resolute warrior on a mission to uncover it as well.

The dark orange steel ladder well that led to the first deck passageway, approximately ten feet clear of the cold and icy hard pack, remained intact and securely fastened to the robust foundation, constructed on a series of solid, evenly spaced concrete and rebar support beams.

"Corporal Kelvin, grab your Mag MT-2 on your way out. We never know what we might come across.

"Not much action is happening around here." Confirmed MOS 0311, corporal Kitakyushu as she panned the immediate surrounding area through her night vision field goggles that were firmly mounted to her beige combat helmet.

"Except for those... body remains over there, that is." She confirmed pointing in an easterly direction, near a collapsed and still smoldering burnt-out C-5 aircraft. She then began to pray with tears for those souls. "Please be with them, dear Jesus."

The situation left the highly psychotic patrol unit in a state of now highly psychotic confusion regarding the fate of the base and the few remaining personnel whose lifeless forms were found, nearly all intact and dispersed across different areas.

At first glance, there were no indications of any recent conflict occurring on land, in the air, or at sea in this location or the surrounding area. The sole visible signs were the hangar, tarmac, and the impressively lengthy runway.

end of act II

act III

"IMPRESSIVE! This place has undergone significant renovations and is markedly different from my last visit." Claimed Corriana as she stood in the entrance of the military bar and grill.

"When was your last deployment here?" Asked Kelly with innocence.

A brief moment of stillness ensued. "Let’s assess the situation. Approximately three or four years ago, I would estimate." Came her reply.

There was another tense moment of silence.

"It seems you were significantly below the required age during your last visit. Affirmative?" Inquired Corporal Kelvin with a playful grin.

There was even a strategic pause in time.

"AFFIRMATIVE! ABSOLUTELY!" Admitted SSGT Brentworth with a robust chuckle. She cleared her throat and proudly announced to her fellow highly psychotic warrior buddies in arms.

"ADVANCE... INTO THE FRAY, WITH DETERMINATION AND AT FULL FORCE, I SAY!" She looks back over her shoulder to her Junior Marine Corps cadet. "Any other stupid questions, coming from the little dumb blonde?"

"NOPE!" The reply from the camo-clad comrade was a hardy laugh. "Not from me!"

"Whatever happened to the little, wobbly resources, we might all ponder!"
Yes, the poster was very noticeable as they walked into the main bar area.

Corriana stood completely still as she scratched her head. "Fug dat s'posed tah mean?"

At that moment, Corporal Kelvin boldly leaped into the discussion with enthusiasm. "Attention boss, I have an explanation to provide. I completed my studies in psychology during my time in college!"

Kelly swiftly pivoted, a broad smile spreading across her face. "College? What are you talking about? You're only thirteen, Lea."

"NO! Proceed with your explanation, if you will!" Demanded Corriana. "I am... shall we say... rather eager to hear your rather... unusual... psychotic thoughts."

"Absolutely, boss! I quite understand!"

Kelly suddenly shook her head, laughing. "You're so weird, Lea!"

"I know! Allow me to rephrase the poster into a clearer version for your comprehension, boss!"

The young blonde swiftly organized her short blond hair, mirroring the efficiency of her superior. "Whatever became of those small, unsteady resources, we might all ponder!"

"OH MAN! That was pretty dang good, Lea!" Laughed Kelly!

"Is there a call for music, girls?"

"Absolutely, Staff Sergeant! ENGAGE!" Leanna shouted with enthusiasm and determination!

"I SAID... IS THERE A CALL FOR... ROCK-N-ROLL... GIRLS!"

A spirited laugh erupted from the young teens.

"I remember now!" IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS THE ONLY ONE SENT TO THE 4TH LEVEL LAB THAT DAY."
They couldn't break me, kids! They never knew that my "DNA" also contained "ADS," a divine gift from my... "MUCH" higher authority!
------>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZT43WnWu0dwAAN

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRGrNDV2mKc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSLD_jtaS3g

I took "ALL" of their "PAIN, "J"!
DUDE... they "FREAKED-OUT, MAN! LOL!"

clue 11

You threw me into the lion's den, Colonel! And just think...
I FUCKING THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE THE GREATEST USMC OFFICER EVER! WHITE CARPET AND ALL! YOU WERE A HERO TO ME, SIR!

Here, my beloved comrade, please... take your knife back, buddy! You're done with it, and I had complied!

M. Labs
4th level astrobiology research and development.
"Stage IV OBD" (Organic Brain Disorder) research!
NAS China Lake
Ca.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/w7GPMycDVho

I came dangerously close to meeting my end, "J."
They returned me three times via defibrillator, bro! No wonder I have such fucking cardio issues.
When I finally managed to pull myself back, I was filled with immense terror; the situation was far from humorous!

Fucking demons are "SO" real, dude! And they fight with such passion and fury!
I was beaten to a... bloody fucking pulp, brah!
And it really started to show, externally.
Internally, they gave me pills to help, but I later refused them. I only wanted to join God at that point!

Then I realized something that they all missed.
The more evil that I slayed, the more divine I had become.
You were right all along, man! I love you little...frikken, punk!
LMAO!

And they all knew that their game would soon be over!
As they were selfish and unreal...
and thought that they could steal...
a "DIVINE ROYALTY" heritage...
that shall... FORCE THEM ALL TOO KNEEL!

"GOD IS GONNA TAKE ---> "THEM" <--- OUT!"

It took me decades to forgive, forget, and start "LOVING" myself once again!
The horror... THE HORROR!!

Yet I never turn my back on my...
"BELOVED LORD and SAVIOR... CHRIST JESUS!"

PLEASE LISTEN! I LOVE YOU KIDS... DAMN IT! The horror!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sp6BSIQ_CJs

NOT THE end of act II

Do you realize just how much...

"FUCKING PAIN AND SUFFERING"...

that you all have... caused me and my existence?
It's not right, man!

I needed to take 1200 mg of quetiapine every 24 hours to maintain usable sanity. 900 is the maximum allowed for any human! 1200?

That is "IMPOSSIBLE! WHY AM I STILL ALIVE... OR AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO BE?"

I was finally lowered to 900 mg once I moved to Idaho. (After 2010.) And they "ALL" agreed that I was a...
"BEATEN-DOWN... FUCKING MESS!!!"

NOW...!
Reduced to mere trash and shame, I hide my inner self... from all of those wretched ones... whom I blame! Yet I had survived... once again!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fg7bNUghFYQ

(All info can be found in my 1500-page military medical records.)

DUDES!!! FUCKING... WAKE UP... FOR CHRIST SAKE!!
Yet thy still "LOVE" yea, and I beareth no "HATE" fore thee!
Fore it is written... "4U."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSRpkSt3QNU

The contemporary music machine performed admirably, delivering sound that was both crisp and clear, proving to be a commendable asset in such isolated circumstances.

The girls navigated through the chaotic arrangement of chairs and tables, remnants of what seemed to be a sudden and urgent situation. At a certain moment in history.

"I have only observed these players through the digital interface." Admitted Corporal Kelvin as she meticulously cleared a delicate layer of fine dust from the striking red and blue music bow, accented with chrome.

"Ah, the good old days, a galaxy far, far away away! Totally on the same page, little butt nugget!" Agreed Corriana.

Located in the upper right corner of the service counter behind the bar, a striking bright red, quite beautiful Fokker DR-1 stood proudly, its impressive wingspan of 12 feet at its greatest extent, as if it were auditioning for a role in a high-flying romance movie. Hmm... Grrrrr! (HEY DUMB-ASS! She's called an airplane... and she was "HOT" as F*CK! I digress.)

"HOLY COW! How on earth did they manage to suspend that model?" Inquired Kelly as she meticulously examined the intricate design of the triplane.

"What will it be, ladies?" Inquired about Corriana vanishing into the depths of the storage area just beyond the bar counter.

"Requesting two units of Doctor "P" pah... pah... pah... PLEASE!" Commanded Leanna.

"Is it too much to ask for you to communicate and behave like everyone else, Lea?" Kelly chuckled as she maneuvered her fifteen-year-old self into the nearest available booth.

"I doe no? Suppose I failed to give it much consideration."
That was Leanna's response to imitating someone flip'n dah... el-birdy-oh!

"HEY STAFF SERGEANT!" Kelly cried out in a very anxious tone. "WAS THIS BASE OCCUPIED EXCLUSIVELY BY THE MILITARY, OR WERE ENTITIES INVOLVED?"

"Geez!" Snickered Corporal "KLINGER" Kelvin.
"YA! LIKE AS IN... CAPTAIN NICOLZAH'S BLOODLINE?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Cas3hYwbjo

In the corner of the club, hanging in the distance, was a portrait of the treacherous trusty attorney "Sidney H. Unalive," a little-known but corrupt figure in the legal world who ultimately faced justice at the hands of the federal authorities.

"Did they ever find out what ever happened to that low-life thief and her gang?" Asked Leanna.

Kelly glanced up and turned around. "Oh, her? Nah dah, not that I'm aware of. I am not aware of any members of her group that survived the Nicolzah hunting group."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWpdQrDLpU0 <--- I have taken control of your thoughts! ALL OF YOU!

"IDENTITY THEFT! I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT!
YOU AND YOUR GROUP'S IDENTITY SHALL BE CLEARLY RECOGNIZED... AT RIKERS ISLAND!

If any of you "crooks" went to college, you are undoubtedly a bunch of dumb "M*TH*RF*CK*RS!"
You "KARMIC LOSERS" all disgust me!

({{{ "WARNING!" }}}))

I HAVE MILITARY SURVEILLANCE AT 80.000 feet above my head! AND I HAVE TOLD ALL OF YOU "DIP SHITS" TOO!
I HAVE MILITARY PROTECTIONS... Please wake up!
You're all finished... yet you all "STILL" maintain my "LOVE!"
Although, no respect.
You all have been, "FORGIVEN!"

THIS SHALL BE DONE!
FORE I HAVE SPOKEN!

Here... enjoy a movie while you're waiting!

I was "obliged" to view the documentary version of this exact video. "Terminal" objective by means of a spectrum of "enabling" objectives. I cannot deny those things that I know.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcHA7u6X9pM

"Were they not aware of Nicolzah's 'Donut on a Rope' technology?"

"It seems that this is not the situation. Review the footage made available by the highest authority of the Nicolzah Bloodline for public scrutiny." Smiled Kelly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf0qVVbMckU

There was a slight pause before Corriana. continued. "He also eliminated that unpleasant, unappealing old "VERY UGLY" woman, Loraine, the mail carrier, for her involvement in fraudulent activities and theft!"

"NO CHIT?" Barked Leanna.

"YA! She is no longer with us either! THANK THE UNIVERSE FOR THAT!
The nasty old "KARMIC" was taking official documents directly from the "NICOLZAH" mailbox, or were they never delivered at all?
Had been doing that CHIT for YEARS! And her companions at the post office all knew it too!
Just let the chit just happen!"

ARE YOU QUITE AWARE OF MY TRUE IDENTITY NOW?
USN/USMC-US 5889870 A PSP IQ282.

-A common abbreviation for a "military super soldier program" could be "P.S.P." which stands for "Project Super Soldier."

Understand the reasons behind my exceptional level of protection and necessity. I AM A VERY... CRUCIAL RESOURCE!

THIS SHALL BE DONE!
FORE I HAVE SPOKEN!

They shared a moment of camaraderie, laughter echoing between them.

At that moment, Corriana marched into the arena, carrying an ample supply of drinks for everyone.

"What is your assessment of him, Staff Sergeant?"

"Who is the commander of the Nicolzah's forces? All I know about the old man is that he is a "HOT-SHOT HIPSTER" woman magnet! Corriana smiled with a confident grin.

"Some-bish! Didn't know that!" Admitted Corporal Kelvin.

(F*CK YOU! It's my story! Keep yer... karmic bull-chit comments to yer self!(
ROTFLMAO! Love, ya!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DM09wXvJrJg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B_IWaGp4jE

"So... where can I find the former launch sites?"

Corriana lifted her eyes with determination. "The three main structures are strategically located about five hundred feet to the north, just above the bay entrance." And SL-7 and SD-8 are strategically placed directly beneath us. Oh, and let's not forget about the Lindy biolab too.

"Was President Pluton briefed on these matters?" Inquired Corporal Kelvin.

The staff sergeant systematically rolled her eyes. “I have my doubts. President Pluton halted all communication with the US following the emergence of "Vladimir Dah Dork" on the scene!"

"No orders?"

"Affirmative, Lea... no nonsense!"

At this point, Kelly was nearly rolling on the floor in hysteria. "FREAKS!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vrIW19tCsc

end of act II

act III

"Ramsey 383... acknowledged!"

She observed the situation yet she remained uncertain about the strategy in place. Ultimately, she would never compromise the mission for anyone.

"Ramsey 383... mission accomplished, Stargazer 77!"

"Proceed, 77," she finally replied. "Do not turn back! Over."

A moment later. "Very well, ma'am. Stargazer 77... out."

"You attempted to seize my brilliance, but all you captured was my darkness." The confident undercover operative smirked as she gave her Lexy cat a gentle stroke of the fur. "Why cannot these people simply listen to what is best from them?"'

Captain Скокнин lowered her head to give a hidden prayer. "If you only knew just how much we truly love you... maybe you all would think differently. Perhaps?"

"What actions must we undertake to earn your respect, ma'am?" Inquired Captain JK Gidderzt.

A moment later. "I truly don't know, Jackie. Mother... what are your thoughts on the matter? Please respond."

A second later, the massive battle cruiser's mother computer responded back.

"As they navigate through the chapters of the past...!

When these days have faded into history, will they reflect on us with solemnity for the legacies we allowed to flourish?

We shifted our focus From the strongholds far Eyes lowered On the route of least opposition...!
Urban landscapes rife with animosity...!
Intimidation and deception...!

Hardened spirits And fierce, battle-worn gazes,
Strategizing adversaries,
Adorned in regal attire,
Crushing the masses And deriding the learned...!

The deceivers are launching their attacks.
The revered chambers of integrity...!
Ancient leaders unleashing their resentment upon the young...!
Is it not possible to discover the intellects that fortified our resolve?

Oh, can't we develop the discipline? To recognize what is just and what is unjust? What seems to be the issue?

Urban landscapes rife with animosity...!
Intimidation and deception...!
Hardened spirits And fierce, battle-worn gazes...!
Calculating adversaries...!
Adorned in regal attire...!
Overpowering the masses and ridiculing the learned.

Attention, can we lift our gaze and initiate action?
Is it not possible to discover the intellects that will guide us nearer to the core?"

"Captain Скокнин... I think we are in for a world of hurt, ma'am!"

Ramsey's eyes sparkled with fresh tears. "I know. And everyone is going to blame and hate me for it."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEuOoMprDqg

"Should we alert him? I mean, he is who he is... you know."

Finally, tears welled up in Riley's eyes. Then she finally gave a decisive nod. "Mother... I request you to reach out to Mister Trump at Primal North-gate G-77 immediately."

A second later... "Very well, Captain Скокнин."

"What do you think his response will be?"

Riley suddenly caved in on herself. "I don't know!" She whispered. "I'm so fucking... scared! I don't know what to think... or do! He's only one man!"

At this point, both of the seasoned combat veterans were experiencing significant distress and heightened tension, plagued by overwhelming worries. "And... and... what about... Mister Putin in this matter? What about him?"

Captain Скокнин slowly raided her head, but now she was smiling slightly. "I am not stressed over what Mister Putin has to say, girl."

Suddenly eyes lit up! "WELL... is that a statement of truth? And why shouldn't we?"

The officer nearly burst into laughter. "We share a... shall we say... a connection."

A lengthy and almost imperceptible silence ensued. "What did you say?"

Then, at long last. "Comrade Putin is part of the unit, of course."

"Pardon me? Shall I grab me old nappy knee pads... like Camel-toe herself, instead?"

A radiant smile shone brightly now. "YOU ARE SO FORKED-UP, GIRL! He is my esteemed uncle." It was a response filled with unwavering pride.

In that moment, both girls erupted into laughter, their joy unmistakable!
"RIGHT ON! RIGHT ON! So what's on TV, Riley?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzVNHQCHqzY <----------- "All are invited to enter the domain of the 5th density in "FATHER GODS REALM" and, for once in the history of humanity experience authentic Love, Passion and Freedom. YET... ONLY THROUGH THE BLOOD OF CHRIST JESUS... KING OF ANY KNOWN KING"S OF ANY TIME(S) EVER KNOWN TO EXIST!"

This realm belongs to you and your's, kiddos!
I Love You "ALL" so very, very much!
Valkyrie...!

A sudden flash and the vessel's monitor went dark. "WHOA! HOLY GO... WAS...!"

She almost lost her balance in her seat. "Riley... was that... Valkyrie... the guardian?"

Finally... "Indeed... it was... 1-CHILD himself!"

They both started shedding tears.

"Mother. Kindly restore my Faci-Jot monitor panel at your earliest convenience."

"Understood, Captain Скокнин."
(pronounced Ско-кн-и-н!) lol!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUPGVssgggw

Before long, the onboard "MALS HIGH-FIVE" system detected an unidentified object rapidly ascending in the sky over central Washington state, advancing north by northeast.

"Jackie. Reach out to Major Kashmir in OPS... ascertain if we have intelligence on observation units in that area, please."

"Sure!"

Then...! "Oh boy, Spokane, Washington! That's like a trip to the dentist, but without the free toothbrush!"

"What’s the deal?"

"Well, that's the exact spot where my car decided to play hide and seek!"

"Oh, come on!" Riley raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback.

"So, the cop was like, 'Did you get a description of the guy?' I was merely standing there, contemplating the fact that he had two legs and a face, but I was unable to provide any further details. Except like... maybe his ass or sump'n!'

"Oh...! What was that?"

Jackie glanced up, a hint of irritation dancing on her face like a cat on a hot tin roof. "I exclaimed, 'Not a chance, my friend!' But I totally snagged the... FRIKKEN license plate number, though!"

Suddenly, the ship's onboard computer erupted with a loud, unexpected laughter.

A disordered display of unpredictable lights started to flash in different shades of yellow, blue, red, and white, signaling that something was clearly wrong.

On the Eugenio-Hertz panel, a screen showcased a remote farmhouse strategically positioned within a tranquil wooded landscape, alongside a lone small red barn.

Before long, a solitary figure, rugged and robust, stepped forth from the shadows of the distant trees. And in his right hand he gripped an ax and a solitary double-barrel shotgun.

"He's still in the fight, Riley!" Smiled Captain Gidderzt, filled with a sense of duty and purpose. "He appears to be in top form once more!"

A tear suddenly emerged in Captain."I have been praying hard for that!"

"Mother. Locate Ensign Icelandic and instruct her to report to the bridge immediately."

"Understood, Captain Gidderzt." The formidable vessel responded with precision.

"OH! Have a cold case of Corona/Yucki-Sucki Gold delivered to the bridge immediately, mom."

A brief moment of stillness ensued. "Understood, Captain Gidderzt."

Before long, the two officers found themselves locked in a silent exchange, their expressions revealing nothing but a shared moment of uncertainty.

Suddenly Jackie was supporting a colossal grin. "HA, ha! Just kidding... BE-YACHT!"

Suddenly, the ship's onboard computer erupted with a loud, unexpected laughter!

But not Riley!

"WHAT!" Smiled Jackie. "SERIOUSLY? Have you been stationed in a remote outpost, or are you simply oblivious to the latest brew making waves?
"Lil Ole Moe and Tokyo Joe," the impressive blend of Mexican and Japanese beer? It combines the elements of a strategic operation and a culinary mission seamlessly.

Silence reigned supreme!

"RETURN TO YOUR QUARTERS, CAPTAIN! I can manage the situation from this point forward."

"FER REAL?"

Riley shook her head slowly and deliberately and pivoted. "NEGATIVE I HAVE... SS-NOT! Thank you very much!"

A moment of silence passes by once more.

"So... what is the mission for tonight's after-dinner film, Riley?"

"Let's assess the situation...! OH! Now here lies a timeless film from the era of the great American spirit. Rugged Mary and Unhinged Larry."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhGH12qaBk4

"Captain, we've got a message coming in, and it’s not from the pizza place this time!"

Riley glanced up from her spy gadget, in... quite the cheerful spirit. "What's the matter, my fabulous friend?"

"You give me the chills when you do that shit!"

"Well, look who's decided to do a little U-turn!"

There was a quick pause, as if everyone suddenly forgot how to make noise!

At long last, "What in the world... seriously?" MOTHER, the slightly unhinged ship computer, bellowed with all the charm of a caffeined squirrel.

The girls burst into giggles, sharing a moment of pure joy. "It appears that my partner has returned in time for the holiday. Can you guess our destination?"

https://www.bing.com/videos/riverview/relatedvideo?&q=valkyrie+nicolzah+on+YouTube&&mid=163877EC712F6F1F334D163877EC712F6F1F334D&&mcid=21FFB5028A7A46F48FD0798FF56E4D33&FORM=VRDGAR

https://www.bing.com/videos/riverview/relatedvideo?&q=XB-70+Valkyrie&&mid=2978EE084C519E8E9AF42978EE084C519E8E9AF4&&mcid=6B98C106486B413E942BD9C9C49A9088&FORM=VRDGAR

1800 MHz is a frequency band used for LTE, GSM, and NB-IoT and is also known as Band 3. (Clue 7)

(Please note @ 2:24 mark, the white craft with the red stripe, second up from the crane, is owned and registered to C/R VVN.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=yHK44hQ_Yvw

ATTENTION:

-The general public shall have access to no more than 20% of the factual information on the authentic truths discovered by the US/Danish military special forces known as the "DEEP STATE INTERCEPTORS," as well as the actual happenings within these "DUMB'S" (Deep Underground Military Bases)

The remaining 80% I have classified as "overwhelming," such that the typical human mind may absorb and grasp it without experiencing catatonic mental anguish.

Note:
Real events within the Deep State provide the basis of event sequences in the "RESIDENT EVIL SERIES" video game.

I am so sorry, kids. This planet is beyond evil. Christ Jesus is "OUR" only way!

"I Love You All."

THIS SHALL BE DONE!
FORE I HAVE SPOKEN!
C/R VVN MENE

Suddenly Captain Gidderzt Neo-navigational screen monitors illuminated and spat out the coordination related to the Danish Royalty Yard in the territory of Kolding, Denmark.
"Shall I call first... or... just say... Fork-it?"

Riley started giggling. "What do you think?"

For some reason this felt like an absolutely brilliant idea, considering they both knew perfectly well that they could pull off the most outrageous surprise on the old "FART" of Kolding.

"Mother. Please forward my request."

Just a second later, the powerful war cruiser answered effortlessly. "Very good, Captain Скoкнин."

The Flextime screen of the captain flashed with a warning and awe.

"Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation...!
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation:
The humble shall claim dominion over the land.
Strongholds of Syringe!

The imposing grey walls of the temples tower from the core of every Federation city. I have always been impressed by them to consider that every single aspect of every existence is organized and guided from within!

Our literature, our melodies, our endeavors, and our leisure are all safeguarded by the vigilant guidance of the leaders!

We have ensured that all matters are under our control. The phrases you encounter, the anthems you chant, the images that bring satisfaction to your vision, united we stand, divided we fall, and collaborate as one brothers in arms.

There’s no need for uncertainty about the reasons or methods!

We stand as the guardians of the sacred halls, devoted to our mission and unwavering in our resolve. Our formidable machines occupy the revered chambers; we stand as the guardians of the strongholds of Syringe! All the treasures of existence are secured within our stronghold!

Observe the environment we have constructed!
Our core mission joins us in unity as one collective force—what a commendable and harmonious environment!
Raise the flags and let them fly!

Raise the emblem with honor firmly in your grasp!

Behind my cherished waterfall, in the concealed chamber that lay beneath the rocky formation, I discovered it. I cleared away the remnants of time and grasped it firmly, holding it with utmost respect in my hands.

I was completely unaware of what it could be, yet it was strikingly beautiful!

I mastered the art of positioning my fingers along the cables and manipulating the controls to produce varied tones. As I engaged with the wires using my other hand, I generated my first coordinated sounds and soon my own composition!

How contrasting it could be from the sounds of the temples! I am eager to share this with the leaders! What could this unusual apparatus possibly be?

Upon contact, it emits a distinct sound. It features components that resonate, delivering sound. What could this object be that I have discovered?

Observe how it resonates with a mournful echo and fervently expresses its anguish! Resonances that rise with strength and fortitude, or tones that descend softly, like a gentle drizzle.

Meager to unveil this remarkable achievement, the populace will witness its illumination, allowing each individual to create their own sound.

The commanders honored my name on this night. In the abrupt stillness that followed my performance, I raised my gaze to a ring of stern, unyielding faces.

"OUR" Father stood tall, his commanding voice resonating through the stillness of the temple hall! Instead of the triumphant celebration that I anticipated, they were words of subdued dismissal!

Instead of commendation, a grim rejection. I stood frozen, a mix of disbelief and dread coursing through me as Father crushed my cherished instrument into fragments underfoot!

I know it’s most unusual to come before you so, but I’ve found an ancient miracle. I thought that you should know, listen to my music, and hear what it can do. There’s something here as strong as life, and I know that it will reach you.
The Priest?

Yes, we know it’s nothing new; it’s just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways; our world is doing fine Another toy that helped destroy the elder race of men. Forget about your silly wishes. It doesn’t fit the plan.

I can’t believe you’re saying these things just can’t be true. Our world could use this beauty; just think what we might do! Don’t annoy us further; we have our work to do.

Just think about the average. What use do they use for you? I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me.

Clearly, yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stands at the summit of the staircase.

I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago.

I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things.

I wandered home through the silent streets and fell into a fitful sleep escape to realms beyond the night.
Dream—can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral staircase; an oracle confronts me there; he leads me on, light years away, through astral nights, galactic days!

I see the works of gifted hands grace this strange and wondrous land. I see the hand of man arise, with a hungry mind and open eyes! They left the planet long ago. The elder race still learns and grows; the power grows with purpose, strong enough to claim the home where they belong. Home to tear the temples down!

Home to change!

Soliloquy, I have not left this cave for days now; it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go.

My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream and know peace at last. The sleep is still in my eyes, the dream is still in my head. I sighed and sadly smiled, and I lay a while in bed.

I wish that it might come to pass, not fade like all my dreams. Just think of what my life might be in a world like I have seen. I don’t think I can carry on this cold and empty life. My spirits are low, in the depths of despair. My lifeblood spills over!

The Grand Finale:
"Attention all planets of the Solar Federation!

Attention all planets of the Solar Federation!

We have resumed control!

We have resumed control!"

Fore, OUR ESTEEMED LEADER, CHRIST JESUS, HAS RETURNED TO TAKE COMMAND! AND THIS TIME WE WILL ENSURE HIS REPRESENT IS UNWAVERING!
All stations, all ploy-platform units, confirm receipt and acknowledgment."

"WARNING... WARNING! BREACH.... BREACH... DATA BREACH!"

... transmission lost... data recorded...!

end of act III

Chapter II
BEHIND MY BACK THEY STRIKE

act I

"Indeed, a significant amount of information has been documented regarding this concealed location; wouldn't you agree?" Inquired Corporal Kelvin as she meticulously sifted through a stack of aged, dusty aircraft construction schematics.

Another box of paperwork was decisively positioned at the feet of Corriana. "How am I expected to have that information?" Requested Kelly, pivoting with purpose. "This situation will be resolved in due time, Staff Sergeant?"

Corrina finally raised her gaze. "What else is there to disclose, do you think, Corporal? Nobody wants to be left in the dark about all this nonsense, kid."

"HEY KELLY! PONDER ON IT FOR A MOMENT, YOU CHEESE-LOVING NUTCASE!" Leanna smacked her knees elegantly while bending down and laughing. "FRIKKEN CHEESELOVE-AHH!"

Kelly walked out of the drawing room basement of the hidden Deep State laboratory, saying something like, "Why did I ever listen to my dad and Volen-teen myself for this... this... CADET BULL-SHIT?"

On page 337 of the nose landing gear parts breakdown list, the cross reference guide to the right side of the page clearly outlined the answer to Corporal... Corporal... (ah, forgot her hit name! lol!) Corporal Kitakyushu's puzzling question.

"The solution is right here!" Corriana asserted, directing attention to a clear truth. "This illustration clearly depicts the components of the nose landing gear diverter valve assembly."

"Is it displaying both aspects of the valve?"

Carrina raised her gaze from the aircraft diagram and specification drawings. "Are both factions involved? Are you referring to the support and additional functions? Emergency?"

"Affirmative! I mean, if there were a bypass, we should be able to determine where they are connected as a unit. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Leanna von Braun! Appreciation is noted!"

Corporal Kelvin let out a hearty laugh. "Just a strategic consideration!"

"NEGATIVE! Indeed, you are right, Lea. I'm proud of you! Thanks!"

With that said, Corporal Kelvin sprang to her feet and spun around, giving her boss a dramatic back view that could rival a soap opera star's exit. "WELL, THEN DEMONSTRATE YOUR RESPECT FOR ME!"

Corrina shot a huge gtin... "Oh, absolutely! And you can go and squeeze a goat, too... YA LITTLE... FRIKKEN BOTTOM FEEDER, YOU!"

From a distant location, in a shadowy chamber, the sound of Kelly's uncontrollable laughter echoed through the air. "AFFIRMATIVE, STAFF SERGEANT! SHE DEFINITELY MEETS THE DELIRIOUS/PSYCHOPATHIC CHILD TAX CREDIT REQUIREMENTS... THAT'S FOR SURE!"

"SILENCE, INFORMANT!"

"SAY WHAT? SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!" Snickered Corianna. "Truth hurts, huh, Blondie?"

Sometimes folks let loose with comments that really ought to come with a warning label!

"Oh, shut up, you two! Save the chatter for the comedy club!" Giggled Corporal Kelvin. "My parents might be rolling in the dough thanks to me... but guess who's not seeing a single dime of it!"

"DOH! The kundalini kid strikes back, folks!" Chuckled Corriana as she playfully delivered a quick jab to her little buddy's left arm. "You are one awesome Marine, girlfriend!"

"Hey, Staff Sergeant! How about we let Corporal Kelly B. "BOUNTY" here take the reins on this mission? What could possibly go wrong? She's a "FAST AND FURIOUS SUCKER UPPER!"

Corrina suddenly changed her attitude. "And how about you watch what comes out of your mouth, young lady? Marine or not!"

And now there was a sudden change of heart. "Alright. I'm sorry. Got a bit carried away, I guess."

The rookie Marines sifted through several more diagrams, only to find that there was nothing particularly useful or engaging in the material.

"Nope! There's nothing 'TOP BEYOND SECRET' here." Confirmed Corporal Kelvin, who was confident in herself at this conjecture.

"Eager to explore what we may discover in QA?"

Corrina surveyed the area with sharp alertness. "Possibly. That’s contingent on whether it remains intact despite the blasts overhead. It doesn't appear to hold much promise, does it?"

"Like Lea's future career in the Marine Corps?" Inquired Kelly with a sense of curiosity.

"Shut up, Rosie the Riveter!"

"OH MAN!" Laughed Corriana. "Iron-limbs-Rosie bea dah... she-yacht, girls!"

For reasons yet to be determined, the passageway lights commenced a peculiar flickering pattern.

Silence enveloped the area, yet the Marines detected a faint aroma of a potentially hazardous gas in the air.

"Did you...?"

"NO LEA... I DID NOT!" Snapped Corporal Kitakyushu! "Gross!"

"Oh, shut up, Shu... you know you do!" Giggled Corriana.

Just down the next passageway over the ravaged underground maintenance facility, the ceiling had partially collapsed, presenting a significant challenge for the young combatants to navigate their way through.

"This is going to suck!" Warned Corriana as she strained to see through all of the disarray and mess. "But at least the lights are still working."

"Beneficial, to some extent." Affirmative, Kelly. She turned with precision. "Do you think we will discover anything in the Tech Rep's office?"

That sparked a strategic thought in Corriana. "Affirmative! The Air Force Lockheed LC-130 Tech Reps are serious business!" She acknowledged with certainty.

"Except for the one designated to the naval forces, stationed far down in Point Mugu, California, that is!" Reminded Corporal Kelvin with a punk-aleck smirk on her face.

There was a pause as she crossed her little arms. "That pudgy little knee-grow feller, Harold! Now he was a complete turd-bird!" She giggled. "But at least he admitted to it!"

At that moment, Kelly's keen eye caught sight of a poster capturing a medium-gray ski-equipped LC-130 executing a short final landing on skis in the icy expanse of Antarctica. "Hey Staff sergeant, isn't that the 109th ANG out of Schenectady, New York?"

In an instant, Corriana pivoted to assess the situation. "Absolutely." She acknowledged with a nostalgic smirk.

"Weren't you involved with a young aviator from that reserve squadron?"

There was a moment for strategic reflection.

"Affirmative, Corporal Klinger... I was. It stands as it stands." For some inexplicable reason, Corriana adopted a sudden, pitiable scowl.

There was a moment for reflection.

"What transpired, Staff Sergeant? May I inquire about that?" Asked Kelly with respect and kindness.

"He was not a pilot. Please clarify the matter." Corriana was abruptly confronted during a disagreement. "The... SOME-BISH merely thought he could fly!"

There was a moment for reflection.

"Well, I'll be a... SOME-BISH staff sergeant! Sounds to me like someone got the big ol'... heave-ho!" Admitted Leanna, barely containing her smirk. "Some people's kids, I swear!"

There was a moment for reflection.

"AND I SAY... STAY IN YOUR OWN PAY GRADE, CORPORAL... KLINGON!"

With a little shimmy, Corporal Kelvin let out a giggle! "Roger that!"

A frigid breeze blew through the thick air. Leanna had a sudden sensation of discomfort and nervousness. "Ever get the baffling feeling that you're being watched from somewhere in the dark?"

Staff Sergeant Brentworth and Corporal Kitakyushu stood frozen in place, looking at one another for an inexplicable reason. And found none. As usual!

Kelly slowly turned around. "What are you up to this time, Lea?" She giggled. "I rarely trust you talking that way."

"Oh absolutely, because who doesn't love a surprise party in total darkness, lurking right behind you?" The staff sergeant tossed in for a little extra flair! "Especially if you're lurking somewhere in the thick of it!"

"I promise, my dear partners in the art of dilution, I'm not deceiving you this time! Don't think, any ways! Ha, ha! Just kidding!"

Kelly suddenly sported an expression that could only be described as a totally confused ventriloquist doll's best attempt at surprise! (Blah, ha, ha!) "What in the world are you talking about, you foolish individual?"

A faint child's voice could be heard coming from the next room, where the weight pressure from the fallen aircraft hangar above had partially collapsed the ceiling. "Will you please help me? I'm so cold!" Her voice was weak and tired as she begged.

end of act I

act II

"We're not all dealing with here, just unicorns and rainbows; girlfriends." The young one chirped as she munched away on a near-frozen Snickers candy bar. "I can also have my mystical, magical spirits on our side as well, you know!"

Kelly instinctively looked up into her senior's troubled eyes. "We can take them all down with that kind of power!"

"This spiritual warfare ain't quite over yet!" Leanna barked with a little grin, "Another dark one bites the dust! YA BABY!"

"So what are the names of your spiritual companions?" Inquired Corriana with intense curiosity.

"Yeah... and how many?" added Leanna.

"So, the tall guy over there? That's Gabriel, and I can assure you, he's quite entertaining! Regina let out a hearty chuckle. "The pint-sized one is Michael, and the big cheese in charge is Benedict! They play football in New Orleans!"

The young Marines nonchalantly gazed around, as if they were browsing a department store at the mall. Finally, Leanna gave in. "HEY... so, how tall are these guys?"

"Ya, where are they?" Kelly inquired as she peered into a partially empty filing cabinet.

Regina looked up with bewildered expression. "They are seated directly over there." She chuckled as if she had heard the most ridiculous question of the decade.

Corianna's brain has temporarily shut down for unexplained reasons. But, at least, she realized what the small girl was referring to.

"Hey sweetie," she said, squatting right in front of the dirty youngster. "Did you and your mom and dad go to church when you had seen them last?"

"Yep! We go, Why?"

Kelly turned to Leanna while Leanna glanced at her supervisor. "And what religion is that, Regina?"

The little girl knew she had a relentless bond to her God, regardless of the name her family religion took. "We're Roman Romanian Orthodox." Regina gradually looked down. "At least we used to."

"Holy Cow Staff Sergeant! THAT'S A WHOLE LOT OF DIVINE POWER!"

"She's Catholic, boss! She claims her family is Catholic." Added Leanna.

Corrina quietly reached out and gently took an old Bible from the child's coat pocket. "That's fine. Nothing wrong with that, but I don't believe that Catholics use anything other than the Douay-Rheims translation. But I am not sure."

There was a small delay. "Ok. "So, what...?"

"What do you mean?" Kelly inquired, her confusion growing.

"If Regina is Catholic, then why does she have an updated King James in her little pocket, then?"

Kelly looked up slowly and with much distrust. "Christian? Do we talk of saints anywhere in our religion? I'm completely perplexed!" She laughed.

"King James does indeed mention saints." And without considering it, Corinna added. "In Deuteronomy 33:2, and as far as I know, Revelation 20:9 is the last reference."

"And revealed in Revelation 14:12–20! Remember it as well." Reminded Corporal Kelvin. "And Psalms 30... I think."

Corianna stopped. Long moments afterward. "Your right, Lea...! Good job, kiddo! I need to organize myself and revise my Christian readings for guidance and understanding. I'm falling short." She grumbled.

"While my knowledge of the Bible may be insufficient, I possess a personal relationship with Jesus." Kelly declared. "That is something that no one can take from me!"

Corianna and Leanna paused to reflect on their companion's recent statement.

"Kelly, your assertion is spot on!" Appreciated Leanna.

"Sure did Corporal Kitakyushu; I wish the whole planet felt the same way and not buried someplace under their conceit and pointless additional childish crap!"

Standing up and navigating her way through a sea of flipped desks, chairs, and binders, Regina nodded in agreement as well.

"Would you be interested in meeting my best friend?" Regina swiftly turned to inquire with a ladylike curtsy.

Corianna smiled. "Ok!" She chuckled, following the cheerful youngster to the other end of the long, narrow office space.

At that age, children often create some of the most intricate and mysterious hidden friends imaginable, and the staff sergeant was well aware of that fact.

"Would you like my Mag?" Corporal Kelvin inquired, cheerfully trailing behind the group with a soft giggle.

Corianna came to a screeching halt and spun around like she was in a dance-off. "I'm about to embark on a thrilling expedition into the mysterious abyss to rendezvous with a fellow who is clearly somewhere there... in the dark playing hide and seek!"

For reasons that remain a mystery even to Sherlock Holmes, Kelly suddenly bursts into laughter. "That sounds like something a squid would ask! Putting you back on the clearance rack for that one, Lea!"

"What's your take on this?"

"Just making sure we're all on the same page, boss!" Replied Leanna, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

Regina gently knocked on the door of a filing room at the back, skipping, hopping, and leaping over some nearly hidden devious debris. "Hey Mikey, it's me, Trinket! Do you mind if I come in?"

There was a pause so long and silent that even the crickets were starting to get bored while the young Marines waited patiently.

"Well, isn't this a real page-turner?" Corianna exclaimed, giving Kelly a playful stare. Corianna confessed with a cheeky wink of her right eye while giving Kelly a playful stare.

Corporal Kelvin executed a sneaky little sidestep to the right of the group, like a cat trying to avoid stepping on a squeaky toy. "If you feel a strange presence, boss, don’t worry—it's just me sneaking up from behind!"

Kelly playfully nudged her shoulder, as if to say, "Watch out, here comes trouble!"

Regina pranced around like a peacock and bellowed, "HEY THERE, MIKEY!" before bursting into laughter and shouting, "Come on out, son!"

Corriana and Corporal Kelvin exchanged intense looks, sizing each other up with the intensity of a showdown, while Kelly appeared as if she had just been sculpted from marble, her grin so perfectly chiseled it was practically ready for a MAD magazine cover.

Practically unnoticeable, a faint but pleasant perfume emanated from the depths of the almost hidden file room—that of lavender and verdant fields of mint.

Something unseen gracefully grasped the girl and tenderly guided her deeper into the darkness as the youngster leaned forward.

Right then, Corianna snatched Regina's left arm and yanked her back to a safer, brighter area, yelling, "Oh no, you don't squirt! You get your little butt back here!"

Kelly gently came forward to obtain a peek of the enigmatic person hidden within. "Howdy ho, Michael!" she exclaimed with a playful giggle.

"Hello Kelly," he answered, his voice a calm and gentle murmur.

end of act II

act III

A bright light flickered on three doors down, and then—BAM!—a heavy object crashed onto the cement floor, sending the young, slightly deranged, valiant marine cadets diving for cover like they were in an action movie, hiding behind, in, and under anything that wasn’t bolted down. Talk about frikken hyper!

"GET YOUR ASS DOWN!" Bellowed Corporal Kelvin as she surged forward, shielding her fellow cadet with fierce determination. "Where is your SAW?"

"What is the situation?" Kelly yelled as she firmly grasped Regina in her left arm.

Corianna turned around, "SECURE YOUR M249, CORPORAL! NOW!" She shouted with authority. "Move it! I need you over here immediately!"

Without warning, a deluge of water surged over the worn and somewhat soiled carpet just beyond the threshold the marines had walked through.

With Regina discreetly behind her, Kelly quickly snatched up her weapon and took up position just to the right of her staff sergeant.

Leanna cautiously lowered her night vision goggles, her demeanor filled with a watchful intensity, akin to a specter lurking in the shadows of a graveyard. She began to shake nervously.

"Going low." Kelly muttered as she lowered herself slowly and moved forward in silence, like a bold leopard ready to charge.

"Stay alert and protect your devices, Kelly!"

"Roger!" Turning her head, she lowered herself. "Keep your head down, sweetie, and stick close to me! OK?"

"Alright!" The youngster responded with a chirp.

There was a knock followed by a decisive thump, then Corinna moved forward with precision and poise.

Corporal Kelvin's good fortune took a turn for the worse as the darker elements started to emerge without restraint.

"No...! DON'T DO IT!" She screamed as her weapon slid into position. "BACK OFF ME, BITCH!"

With that, Corianna pivoted sharply and stood her ground. "ENGAGE YOUR TARGET, NOW... DUMB ASS!" She shouted with intensity.

"NO, YOUNG ONE!" The figure concealed in the shadowy recess of the cramped space urged with a sense of duty. "PLEASE, I WISH NOT TO HARM ANYONE! I PROMISE!"

The drakkar human-shaped figure leaned forward, closer to Corporal Kelvin's gun barrel. "Please lower your firearm, Leanna. I am your friend, not your adversary. I assure you."

"DON'T SHOOT HIM!" Screamed Regina. "HE'S MY FRIEND!"

"What's happening, Staff Sergeant?" Demanded Corporal Kitakyushu, her grip on the weapon tightening with intensity.

"Stand by, Kel!"

"YOU SHOW ME YOUR HANDS, MISTER!" bellowed Corporal Kelvin in a slightly stressed and ensuing way. "PULL THE ROBE UP!" She demanded. "I want to see your bare arms!"

The benevolent and considerate stranger complied with instructions, enabling the resilient marine cadet to execute her duties effectively and comprehensively. "Both sides madame?"

Lea's eyes squinted in a hilariously exaggerated manner as she leaned in toward the fair-skinned man's right forearm, as if it held the mysteries of the cosmos—or at least a really good punchline. "You... totally shouldn't... freak out... on me!"

The young kid abruptly stopped, standing straight like a scarecrow in a cornfield, looking hilariously ridiculous! "HOLY COW, STAFF SERGEANT!"

"HOLD YOUR GROUND, CORPORAL!"

Leanna had enormous, plate-sized eyes! "WELL, LOOK AT THAT! I have this ability where I can practically see through an exposed arm!"

"Say what?" Asked Kelly, quickly rolling onto her side.

"I mean... I can nearly see through his exposed bare arm. It's like... sorta... iridescent... ya, know?"

"Kindly lower your weapon, child. I am not here to obstruct anyone, merely to safeguard." The soothing voice reassured her.

"I SAID... DO NOT MOVE, MISTER!"

"But child...!"

"HEY, YOU WANT ME TO TURN YOU INTO A HUMAN FIRECRACKER, BRO?" The hilariously misidentified young fighter inquired before doing anything she might regret later.
"I, for one, am not dicken around here! ALIGHTY!" She warned with a grin that was just bizarre enough to raise the eyebrows of any tribunal judge at a court martial hearing.

There was a slight pause of the intense drama.

"Who are you and which unit are from?" Demanded Corinna as she moved in closer for a better look at the situation.

"I am Gabriel, patron saint of messengers, communication workers, and postal workers."

"WOWZA! TONY DAH TIGER!" Hesed Kelly, with her mouth covered in a mix of disbelief and amusement! "Gabriel, you absolute genius, you!"

The peculiar stranger didn't quite manage to sway Corporal Kelvin, that's for sure! "WHAT A LOAD OF BULLCRAP! WHERE'S YOUR MAIL BAG, HUH?"

"Shut up, Kelvin. You sound like a dumbass again!" Barked Corianna.

"YA!" Agreed with Regina without hesitation. "So where's Mikey, Gabby?"

The circumstances were becoming increasingly peculiar.

"Leanna, let's try asking nicely this time." Threw in Kelly, who was just a tad miffed too!

"So where's Mikey, Gabby?"

Corporal Kelvin rolled her eyes and then gave a ridiculous giggle as she cautiously tiptoed back into the light, as if she were a vampire trying to avoid a sunburn!

"Step out here... and make sure those hands are waving in the air like you just don’t care!" Leanna then gave a friendly thumbs-up. "How dat bea-yauch?" She tossed over her right shoulder.

"Stop laughing! It's not exactly the comedy club, Staff Sergeant."
Kelly was getting a little upset by now! "Come on, Gabriel, don’t be shy! Please step out into the spotlight so we can finally see what you’re all about! PLEASE!"

"SHOW ME THOSE HANDS, BRO!" Warned Corporal Kelvin with a playful snarl. "We can work together on this, you know!"

"Don't speak to him like that, you dumby!" Regina charged back in the stranger's defence. "He's a Saint, silly!"

With that, the youngster gently grasped the man's hand and escorted him out into the room's opening. "Where's Mikey?"

"He is settled toward the rear on a subtle box. Art thou good, beloved child?"

"Me? Ya! And where is Saint Benadict?"

The enticing Saint gave the little girl a puzzled expression. "Why are you standing on him, dear child?" he said quietly.

"WHAT?"

"Ha, Ha...!"

"YA, YA! HA, HA! Just kidding! You need a new line, Gabby!" Snapped Regina, followed by a giggle.

Corriana finally realized the gravity of the current situation, which warmed her heart. And this, of course, brought tears to her eyes.

"Follow my lead Marines." She said gently as she kneeled in reverence for the presence of such a holy person as a saint. Her young comrade fell in behind her as they all held their breath in dear silence.

"People tend to get a bit jittery when faced with head-scratching scenarios." Regina declared, kneeling on her petite knees. "That's what my daddy keeps insisting, like a broken record!"

Corporal Kelvin suddenly looked at Kelly. "What the hell is she babbling on about?" She asked in a near whisper.

"I have no clue." Replied Corporal Kitakyushu with an odd expression. "Give her another candy bar."

Corriana closed her eyes. "Thank you, dear Jesus, for sending our guides to us at our most desperate moment and need. Amen."

"Amen!"

end of act III

act IV

"Options are available, you know!"

"I'm not saying that there isn't." Barked staff sergeant Brentworth, slightly irritated. "I am just saying that we need to choose wisely, is all. KELLY!"

Leanna let out a quizzical laugh. "I know! Make sure his monkey doesn't get shocked!"

"Are you sure it's ok to operate on that poor man?" Gabriel asked, cringing. "Looks mighty painful, if I might say."

"YA! His eyes are always wide open, like he's just seen a ghost or a really bad magic trick!" Insisted Regina as she gingerly slid her operating tool deeper into the man's open chest cavity, like a chef perfecting a soufflé.

"Hey there, don't go giving that monkey a heart attack, kid!" Corporal Kelvin issued yet another friendly reminder.

"I AM NOT! CAN YOU PLEASE ZIP IT?" Snapped Regina like a feisty little tiger who just found out it’s bath time!

The child's nasty little reply was so unexpected that it may have sent everyone's socks into space! "MAN, I'LL BEAT YOUR LIL CRACKER A...! C'MERE!"

"LEA, STOP! Well, you had better watch what you're doing, Reggy!" Bellowed Kelly, unaware of her own volume.

This promptly led to the young girl becoming increasingly irritated. "I am becoming more and more angry now!" She cautioned, staring intently at an unremarkable point in the distance.

"I mean... just sayin's all." Laughed Corporal Kitakyushu.

Corporal Kelvin tilted to one side like a quirky cartoon character, reaching for another scalpel that she hoped would be a better fit for the little one.

"Hey, give this a try, little dude!" She presented her offer with a smile so warm and loving, it could probably melt a snowman in the middle of winter!

"I'm managing quite well with my current stash! Thanks a million! LIL DUDE!"

That certainly didn't meet Corporal Kelvin's expectations! "GO SUCK AN EGG THEN, YA LITTLE... FRIKKEN KARMIC SNOT!"

"Behave according to your age, Corporal!" The staff sergeant vehemently cautioned without hesitation.

That didn't exactly make Leanne do a happy dance either!
"OH HELL NAH! Don't you even go there... Cor-tennie-weenie! She's the one who clearly skipped the class on how to be a proper nice kid! The little karmic snot!"

Gabriel was perplexed by the youthful altercation, which elicited a faint smile. "Children certainly express themselves boldly nowadays, do they not?"

"Most of the time... ya!" Replied Corporal Kitakyushu, matter of factly.

"You don't have to act like that, Lea!" Insisted Corriana with honest concern.

"OH YA! IS THAT A FACT? Well... it's not much of a party when the bunny's is the one packing the frikken heat! FEEL ME NOW?"

"You're so weird, Lea!" Laughed Kelly, shaking her head.

"I know! Don't try this stunt at home, kids!"

"At ease with the... 'MAH DAD-DI CAN BEAT... YO DAD-DI'S ASS!' attitude... corporal Chaos!" Advised Corriana with a sudden nasty, sassy spew.



Novel in process writing.

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