THE NECROPANDER

THE NECROPANDER
[Kilogramthree]

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A gripping tale of classified information exposing a hidden non fiction threat that was never intended to see the light of day by,

COUNT: V V Nicolzah through the thoughts and eyes of D O Mathews, a clandestine military asset designated as "THE OTHER."

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This is an authentic narrative. The information has been obscured not only from the United States but from all of humanity for millennia.

What lies concealed in complete obscurity is the defining characteristic that distinguishes a devoted warrior of the Supreme Being known only as Father God the Almighty.

What was the rationale behind the selection of this particular individual from the ranks of armed forces across all nations? And beyond?

A life for a life was regarded as a logical trade to prevent an impending catastrophic event. The person whom the governments of the world sacrificed for the welfare and preservation of a dying planet.

Our beloved allies! They are respectfully referred to as the "WHITE HATS," and they care "GREATLY" fore you as well as your planet.

I am not your redeemer! That honour is bestowed exclusively upon Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
I am but a humble servant, selected by the Almighty, a valiant champion of His truth, proclaiming with clarity and intent!

A devoted quantum entanglement warrior. A particular, particle element that only Christ knows of. Manek.

From within the 11th density, I am therefore from.
And yea Knoweth me not.

Manek system. Magnets. The eleventh density, an intriguing aspect of spacetime, offers a potential solution to the difficulties faced in superstring theory.

This combination of diverse theories potentially culminate in a unified, comprehensive theory. The most sophisticated understanding of frequency absorption and resonation presently recognized in the field of study.

A holy spirit realm.

BE STRONG MINE BABYER!

BE SAFE, MIN ELSKET FAMILIE!

VÆR ÉT MED KRISTUS!

I love you kids so very, very much!

You prayed fore me!
Therefore... I came fore you!

Entreaties for assistance I clearly discerned the sounds of my cherished babyers. Thus, I have emerged within the boundaries of your current reality as Valkyrie Vladimir Nicolzah. The noble and trusted COUNT ROYAL whom hails from a land known as The Land of Kolding, within the boundaries of Denmark.

My birth name is Kilogramthree. I am known as a "Valkyrja" and I am your Divinely Guided Assassin.

Energy transcends all forms of identification. It exists simply as it is. Thus, in their equality and potential for destruction, they stand united.

And thy shalt not fail yea!

C/R VVN for DOM

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THE NECROPANDER

A true novel based on eyewitness accounts, confessions and mental retraction therapy.

When my worry is great within me, your comfort brings joy to my soul.
Psalm 94:19

Prologue

At exactly 03:38 on the dreary and humid morning of October 3, 1987, the main gears of the last LC-130 lifted off deck from runway 2-7, ascending into the cool southern Californian dawn.

"Hidden Magnums' instructions for radical thoughts. Are you familiar with this memory statement that you hadn't released?"

"Ingen."

"Very well. And what about extremism in the "THANES!"

"Which variant?"

"JU9K0."

"Which sector?"

"Hold on."

The roar of the four T56 turboprop engines resonated distinctly within the olive-drab confines of the small office compartment, securely anchored in the cargo bay of the commanding officer's aircraft.

XD-O1 dominated the skies as the primary aircraft in a strategic formation, flying continuously for 24 hours to Wellington, New Zealand, the northernmost island. Two refuelling stops were necessary to reach the designated strategic locations: Honolulu, Hawaii, and Pago Pago, the capital of American Samoa.

Finally, the doctor responded. "Manek System."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Is there anything else, KG3?" A tear of profound sorrow and burden emerged from the venerable gentleman's eyes. "Oh cherished Father God, it is of utmost importance that we ensure our precision at this juncture!"

"Ingen. Stand by."

"Dear God, this is our sole opportunity to rectify our future."

"Thou must hold thy tongue, dear companion... AS I ENGAGE IN THIS MOMENTOUS STRUGGLE FOR ADVANCEMENT!"

"Ok, KG3. I apologize. Please don't get angry!" Lowering his head, the elderly scientist muttered to himself, "Please Dear Jesus...! Please forgive us! Please forgive me! Please help KG3!"

The sound that originated was extraordinarily loud and had a very high amplitude. A repetition. 

Panpsychism. Unconventional telekinetic expression at the fifth density, via subatomic awareness.

From the fifth, the eleventh density can be attained within the frequency spectrum of cognition and operation.

A particularly odd vibration that seemed to originate from nowhere. Upon the glory of trumpets henceforth it came, an innovative tone made its debut in the world. A magnificent symphony that is characterised by the purity of Father "GOD" himself.

"Be prepared! Right this second... NOW DOK... TOR! Prepare yourself,... RIGHT NOW!"

The scientist's alarm grew as the room became quiet. After briefly shutting off, the red battle lights had self switched back on and are now a stunning hue of iridescent golden blue. Whereas upon life began to form deep within the beating heart of the "VALGT EN!"

A portent!

The omen!

In its enigmatic surroundings, its unusual shimmering hue blended seamlessly! A marvel that has eluded the gaze of humankind throughout the ages.

"Alas!" The scholar emitted a lamentation of despair! "I am utterly perplexed by this! HARK, ALL!"

Suddenly!

"According to the latest calculations, every star in the galaxy probably has at least one planet. That means there are a lot of planets in our galaxy, and a lot of them are around the same size as Earth. The term "exoplanets" describes heavenly bodies that are not part of our solar system."

"Wait a minute, KG3! Please allow me a moment to gather my thoughts," the doctor requested with a courteous demeanour. "Go on."

"Most scientists think exoplanets orbit the stars listed, although there's a good possibility they might orbit any of those stars.
Explore the proven worlds further, learn more about their functions in our cosmic neighbourhood, and make use of the resources you have to hone your investigation on, Magus-7eyeE-2."

"Is it correct that the designation is Magus-7eyeE-2? You are certain of this, are you not? This information is quite significant at this juncture!"

"Ja, jeg er sikker på alt om alt, hvad jeg lige havde været vidne til, doktor."

The nervous elderly scientist slowly dropped his head. "English KG3! Please stop doing that to me. It gives me a headache hearing your voice say that."

KG3 eliminated the internal spiral eye shields, RSOV (remote stellar optical viewing.) that were held in place within the cranium. "I am sorry, doctor. Yes, I am convinced of everything." He declared, brushing away streams of new blood from each eye.

KG3 suffered severe brain damage as a result of the tremendous pressures within his alien skull.

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Thank you, KG3." The elderly man glanced up with remorse. "And. And... I desire to apologise my friend. If only they knew who you really are. What a shame... I shall declare."

KG3 held the human warmly. "No one but me can save myself, but it's too late. We shall soon have to say our goodbyes."

"NO, KG3! We can stil...!"

"Din frygt er nu blevet min. Min herre erklærer, at han elsker mig!" He murmurs to himself, certain that no one else can possibly hear.

"NO! LISTEN TO M...!" The doctor wiped the dampness from his forehead. "Please listen to me...! Don't do it, KG3! PLEASE!"

There emerged tears of unwavering sorrow. "I'm sorry. I am so very, sorry I offer my sincere apologies. I was...! I made an effort...! They will take you out, KG3! Focus, please!"
The flicker of hope was not readily transformable for the diligent astro-science investigator. "Stay vigilant and let Charlie provide support! I urge you, KG3! The entire elite group urges you!"

KG3 returned with a warm smile. "No problem, sir. Please "DOKTOR"... fret not about me. You are quite welcome."

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Chapter one
Hypothetical Visualization

Act I

Winters of wisdom and goodwill.

"Just let them know you're not feeling well, or something." Requested Shariah Melendez as she turned over and settled onto her side, now almost resting halfway on the park's cobblestone walkway. "Please!" she implored.

"I should have expected that from you!" Laughed KG3 as he collected an assortment of papers and technical flight manuals.

"Hvad? Are they really that inconsiderate? Is that really the truth, my dear?"

"The navy doesn't operate like that, Trish!"

"Men hvorfor? Individuals do fall ill!"

KG3 became still, and for some inexplicable reason, the essence of life within started to diminish.

Gently, he extended his right hand and took hold of his fiancée's delicate left palm. "We're no longer in Kansas, Hej DoDo!" He chuckled and swiftly ducked to one side, just in case that one didn't resonate with the crowd. "Besides, you're in New Zealand now. Not Norway." He reassured her and sealed the agreement with a firm yet passionate French kiss!

It was truly a challenge for KG3 to remain silent and avoid causing any problems. "Darling. How did you come to discover my location? Jeg mener. It was a trap. I'm certain of it, indeed."

"Nonsense! Here I am, standing resolutely before you... and honestly, I have no idea!" She defended with confidence as she sat more upright, radiating assurance.

This made KG3 burst into hearty laughter. "You're so foolish!" He affirmed.

"It was Martin, of coarse."

The young, twenty-one-year-old sailor looked up. "Martin? You mean AGEE?"

"Yes. He told me of you, so I decided to come have a look myself."

"All the way from Vestlia Resort! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" KG3's entire demeanour went dull and lifeless. "Oh, you're really sump'n else, girl! Let me be quiet firm on that one!"

She giggled. "SO! Daddy paid for everything! He just doesn't know it yet!"
She laughed, causing him to start laughing along with an elderly couple who were just simply strolling by as they picked up on the kids private conversation.

"Trish! You just turned eighteen! Someone is going to notice that you're missing! Won't they?"

"NOPE. I went skiing. I left a note in my closet. Just to bye more time. Cleaver! Yes?"

KG3's grin was classic! "Not really! We were only mere pen pals goof-ball!" He laughed.

"WELL! Rome wasn't built in a day! Am I not correct?"

"That was completely illogical. Moreover, what will occur when your father learns the entire story?

"How am I meant to know? Besides, I'm not particularly concerned. Mum and pop will be moved here next month anyway."

KG3 shook his head, now thoroughly bemused. "But I am!"

"It's 1982, Davie. Not 1882. Do I have to remind you of these things, Flyboy?" Reminded Shariah with a subtle giggle.

KG3 reversed over onto his back. His flight suit is now damp with sweat.

He gradually lifted himself from the twin bed in his Pago Pago hotel suite, and once again, tears streamed down his face at the mere thought of his lost companion.

This marks the fourth anniversary of the abrupt and unforeseen passing of his new wife, who had been by his side for only three months, back in August of 1983. Prior to losing her life from a very bizarre and unexplained land slide while on her travels to visit the blowholes in Greymouth, New Zealand.

He was remarried now. However, this marriage was potentially hazardous in contrast to his actual love. Which was a relationship that was solid in nature. This one, however, was better known as a dreadful mistake that would nearly cost him his bloody life in the end times.

He already knew that she was going to cheat on him in the near future by having an affair with his buddy Brian P. on the beach while living in Point Mugu base housing.

As a consequence, four years later, he and his closest Marine Corps comrade, Michael E., crafted a Marine Corps-style sting operation that successfully apprehended the two nocturnal lovers. Directly in front of a civilian base police officer!

What impeccable timing! KG3 was exceptionally remarkable with his concealed abilities. Everything was documented via the Point Mugu base chaplain himself!

"VICTORY!" Michael E. screamed as the policeman kicked ass and took names! His good buddy Mike, from the planet Kentucky, was also one badass Marine!
DOCUMENTED!

"Are you okay?" asked Michael H., his good friend, flight crew roommate, and subordinate. "Absolutely!" beamed KG3. "Yeah, I'm doing well, Mike."

"Looking forward to that pig roast!" Smiled Mike as he threw open the motel room door and into the wonderful warm tropical weather.

"What do you think?" asked KG3 with a grin, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The sky was clear that mid-morning, as it was almost every day, rendering the azure expanse inviting and very agreeable.

While Mike patiently awaited KG3 to retrieve his brand new wire-framed aviator sunglasses, he was unexpectedly startled by the sound of tiny bare feet striking the concrete as a young native Samoan boy, nearly four years of age, came charging towards them, almost obscured by the surrounding foliage.

"Take a gander at this tiny fella!" Mike chuckled as KG3 closed the door behind him.

In a moment of playful absurdity, KG3 leaned down and, with the seriousness of a seasoned comedian, yelled "OOGIE-BOOGIE-BOOGIE!" directly at the bewildered three-and-a-half-foot-tall child, purely for amusement.

The child suddenly halted with a look of discontent and fearlessness. He jumped into the weird man's face with an expression that clearly screamed. "YAWL DONE... PUCKED UP "ROYAL" THIS TIME! YOU JUST PITHED OFF FATHER GOD'S MOST "ROYAL"... CHOSEN SQUIRT!"

And with that warning out of the way, he quickly seized custody of the foreign offender's spectacle and made a few irreversible changes to the wireframe before graciously returning them to the weirdo!

Naturally, Mike abruptly sided with the child and erupted into laughter!

That morning, that little rascal managed to set KG3 back by nearly $65 USD! Talk about a pricey wake-up call! "Of course, you realise, this means war, right kid?" Was all KG3 could come up with in defence and defiance of his own!

end of act I

Act II

"Well, that's certainly one way to go about it! Do that again. But slower this time!"

"Are they a little bit bonkers, Davie Waive?" Chuckled the fabulous mid thirties barmaid, Meredith Holly Lorenz Bach, whom hailed from the charming town of New Brighton, New Zealand, where the sheep outnumber the people and the chicks just go with dah foe-king flow! "Are you really trying to serve me another helping of your nonsense?" At this point, she was laughing so hard, she could have given a hyena a run for its money!

KG3 couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Meredith has this baffling habit of clutching her beu-tox whenever she erupts into laughter! It's like her butt is the secret weapon in her comedy routine!

Along with some places and personalities, the peculiarities of mankind left KG3 feeling very happy to be Pleiadian—like winning the cosmic lottery without even buying a ticket! He stood there, grinning like a giant Cheshire cat on a bloody cat nip sugar high!

The well-known and renowned family-owned tavern "Sea Side Crows Nest" was situated on the opposite side of KG3's allocated deployment Avon River motel room when he was staying in Christ-Church, New Zealand.

"You're finally seeing things the way they really are? HUH?" Giggled Meredith as she bent over to retrieve a bottle of Brandy on the lower shelf behind the bar.

With that KG3's grin somehow grew even larger. "AND FROM THIS ANGLE EVERYTHING LOOKS FOE-KING GREAT TOO!" Than began to laugh to himself!

"Do you want to celebrate Teal's birthday with me on Sunday? Is that so?"

'No way,' KG3 thought to himself. The modest warrior was starting to become annoyed with her younger adoptive sister at this point. "Oh no. Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Why what? Are you disappointed or something?" he asked his closest friend.

She was as silent as a mime in a library. Well, it looks like things just took a turn for the dramatic!

"Beth! Your sister is attempting to somehow earn me a divorce! And you know that, too!"

"She likes you, stupid! What do you expect?"

"Maybe a little bit of foe-king respect. I am not going to cheat on my wife and I'm getting sick of her... telling people that ...!"

"OH SHIT! COME ON!" Laughed the sexy bartender. "She's only playing with you for Pete sake!"

"Whatever. I was an asshole when I just joined the Navy and was knowingly having an affair with a married woman."

Suddenly Meredith finally realizes just how damaging it was on her best buddy. "I know. Don't worry... I am sorry for teasing you ya goofy bloke!"

Out of the blue, the clock decided it was time for a dramatic entrance and struck three in the afternoon! To cap off the day, Calvin sauntered in with enough time to down his usual dozen shots of "Guinness," his favorite heavy duty go-to liquid courage.

"Discovering you is like discovering happiness! Please, no false identification; all we require is proof that you're not dead yet!" Laughed Meredith, giving her butt a swift smack!

With Norwegian, Polynesian, and Scottish to add, KG3's companion was pretty exceptionally beautiful. "WOW! AND I MEAN... FRIKKEN WOW, DUDE!"

"Greetings, Calvin! How are you?" The young Naval aviator inquired as he descended from his elevated bar seat to get a bucket of grapes and nuts for the patrons.

"Good day to you, laddie. You dropped in from up north when might that be?" requested of an ancient 73-year-old rustic yet very groomed man. "And "PISS OFF" misses bar-keep!" He added a narky grin.

"When was the last time you were on base?"

KG3 climbed back up into his bar seat and returned to his Steinlager green, determined to finish it. "About 530 in the afternoon yesterday. Why?"

"Seen, Phil?"

KG3 thought about it for a moment: "I think so! He was still poking around the laundry mat area looking for his cat."

That made the older guy chuckle. "Oh, boy! It breaks my heart; I put the cat to sleep several weeks ago. He ain't got noth'n left now."

KG3 turned to glance over. "Phil's perspective is not one I share. He tells others as well as myself that he is... TOO OLD FOR THIS!"

After two shots of thick brew, Calvin downed the third. "Phil was overworked by those science dweebs. Exactly as I am certain of it! My old friend wasn't the sole individual they brought home."

KG3 felt really humiliated and embarrassed.

"Oh hey Dave! I'm acting disrespectfully. I never meant for you. You vary from your many personas. And neither is it a negative thing nor your fault. Keep in mind!"

“Nah-dah! Do not be concerned about it. It is not a significant issue, yawl."

It was opportune for someone to shift the topic to a more suitable subject for discussion.

"When are you headed back down south?"

"I've got a 96 here."

"Is no doubt about it! For how long? Are you having problems?"

For her own sake, Meredith decided to play the silent game, but a grin crept onto her face like a cat sneaking up on a laser pointer. But she was just itching to let those thoughts fly out of her mouth like a flock of drunken pigeons!

"Not at all!" Smiling KG3 as he gave his retiring colleague a little slap on the back, he grinned and said, "When am I ever in any trouble, buddy? I'm far to busy for trouble making!"

"They held his ass back becau...!"

"AND YOU CAN GO BACK TO WASHING PAPER CUPS, BIMBO BUDDY!" As he hurled a handful of nuts at the bar maiden, KG3 let out a roar. "You are such a liar!"

"You don't even know what I was even going to say, Davie Wavie!"

"Laugh out loud, bitch! Don't bet on that!"

In anticipation of hearing something completely out of the ordinary, Calvin couldn't help but chuckle.. "What are you two shit birds up tah this time?"

KG3 froze. "SHE...! She showed up in California this last summer and PURPOSELY bumps into my wife at the Point Mugu base mini mart?"

Calvin still smiling. "He's a married man, lassie! Were you not aware of that?"

"Well, obviously she does! Her life's mission seems to be turning me into a happy single person again, I swear!"

"I AM NOT DOING THAT... DAVIE! And you know it!"

Calvin is still smiling. "And I am now confused." He admitted.

"Just teasing. Meredith is Jerry R's sister-in-law. My quality assurance rep. and a partner in crime."

"Is that a fact? That young lad that visits here? That Jerry?"

"Yep. He's my best friend. Other than... 'BIMBO' here!"

"Oh, I take that as a compliment, thank you very much!" Chuckled Meredith as she playfully gave her seductive rear a firm yet subtle smack, tilting her head just so while batting her big jade eyes like Betty Boop, en chit!

"And that's why my sheep perish for the lack of knowledge, too!" Returned KG3 with a bellow of hysteria all of his own!

This brought a grin to Calvin's face that could rival an old Chinese man on his first blind date! "So, when did you two decide to kick off the drinking festivities today?"
His main worry was making sure they were all in tip-top shape, like a well-oiled machine—minus the grease stains, of course!

"I know nothing about her; but I just got here!"

"Sober!"

KG3 chuckled, "Indeed sober, mah fugger!"

"Should I give the fuzz a jingle... pop tart?"

"WTF?" Roared Davie Wavie slapping Calvin a bit harder this time! This situation was really spiraling out of control at this point!

"Shall we dive into our first taste of the Dark Black Majik Guinness, Davie?"

A sudden thoughts and questions suddenly filled the air, like some fat dude pulling the plug in a crowded elevator! "NICE ONE, MATE! Hell nah! I'd be as green as a grasshopper if'en I tried that chit, Gilroy! I might just take a swig of that there, grape, 'Purple Death', because why not? What could possibly go wrong, right?"

"Sapitch? Oh, you mean the legendary nectar of the psychotropic supernatural beings!"

"Absolutely! Ah yes, it takes me back to the proud days of me youth, when I was spirited, adventurous, and, if'en I be yen honest, a bit too daring for me own well-being!"

“I awoke beneath a footbridge at Manifest Park during my last attempt with this chemical!" Joked Meredith. "Long walk home, too!"

Calvin couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Sounds like a new posh kitty platter or perhaps a secret code for 'Time to call it quits!'"

And there it was, boldly displayed on the bottle's side with the charmingly quirky phrase, "Content strained through an old miner's sock!"

Of course, this is exactly what every sailor dreams of seeing on their bottle of booze! "Well, would you look at that! Clarification, by golly!" Laughed KG3!
For those of you who have ears to see and eyes to hear... WOW!
Sure made this squid grin from testicles to tentacles!

"So, which team has your heart doing the happy little jig this year in American football?"

That launched a whole new level of banter! Usually turns out to be a wonderfully useless adventure for all parties concerned.
It’s hard to ignore the charmingly obnoxious behavior of a plastered sailor, isn’t it? Now times that by ten ifen he's Danish tah boot!

The riverside tavern was bustling and bright, with fifty folks gathered, what a delightful sight!

A sprinkle of this, a dash of that, if you're feeling bold, imagine that!
Oh dear, oh my, there's not much room, In this little place, there's hardly a bloom!

With nooks and crannies, all snug and tight, Space is a treasure, oh what a sight! No matter how hard you strive, there’s not much more space; oh, what a sight to perceive!
(Sorry... ya looked bored!)

Et cetera!

Kelly Seyfert assisted her one-legged husband in getting onto his stump and leaving the bar's double rustic seashore doors, thereby terminating the Friday night happy hour gathering.

"Night folks!" Slurred KG3 with a sweep of the hand. "Carefuller getting home, Freddi... Frank!"

Regardless of the occasion, these clients, who were loyal to their particular pub, were always incredibly courteous. Sometimes it's surprisingly slow.

By this time, Meredith had meticulously restored everything to its original, reopening positions, as if the shadows of the past had been carefully swept away.

The clock struck 3:45 a.m., casting an eerie pearl essence lavender glow in the early hours of Saturday, October 17th, 1987.

A day that would unfold into a perplexing affair for all the misguided souls who fancy themselves as bestowing accolades upon the learnt minds of science.

In the aftermath of today's events...! What will their course of action be?
Perhaps yet another experiment's results were alarmingly skewed. Taking action that defies the caution issued by the "Designated One"!

Once again!

Stupid, arrogant mothers fuckers! And just reflect...! He also entrusted them with the actual films!

Clearly, this left these dumb-asses utterly baffled!

Around 12:30 p.m., KG3's permanent hotel room door received a soft knock.

The weather was unusually warm and cloudless as the door gently opened, allowing a soft light to fill the chamber. "Lieut-nant! Gah-day! What brings you here?"

"Hello! Did Maintenance or Operations contact you today by chance?" Asked the young blonde-haired 28-year-old officer in his olive drab navy flying suit.

There was a small delay.

"No! What's going on now?"

"I am unable to disclose information at this time."

Just then the front desk phone rang in three short bursts. "Excuse me. Come on in. Please!"

"Sure! Thanks!" Returned the very well mannered officer.

There was a short conversation before Meredith gently hung up the phone. "Seriously? They screwed up real bad this time, I take it? HUH?"

Grinning, the lieutenant added, "Ma'am, I said I am not going to say anything right now. Okay?"

The young woman spun around like a caffeinated cheetah running backwards on a foe-king treadmill, snatching a cup from the tiny kitchenette counter and pouring her buddy a steaming cup of liquid energy.

"You cheeky 'Yanks' are like a box of bloody chocolates—sweet, sassy, and occasionally a wee bit nutty! AIN'T THAT RIGHT...LITTLE BUDDY?"

"I suppose, ma'am!" He chuckled!

"Wait... did I say that right?"

To avoid any more self-inflicted injuries for either, the lieut-nant spun the conversation around quicker than a jet on fire searching for a soft landing—completely crumbling and all!

After a little mishap that sent a candle flying off the counter, Meredith knelt down to retrieve it, giving her backside a little dance in the process! WHOA!

"So... is KG3 stationed at the forefront or positioned in the rear, ma'am? I need to have a straightforward discussion with him. Straight away!"

She turned around swiftly, looking perplexed! "Pardón?"

"Yes! And I'm a Kiwi, ma'am! I soar through the skies for the New Zealand Air Force! AND... none other!"

"We have a military? Well, would you look at that Joker! So, you've got that classic American twang, huh? Now, isn't that just sexy as hell! Ya? Is that by design or sump'n bigger?" She snickered!

"Ah... ya... suppose both ma'am."

With a teasing wink of her right eye, Meredith spat out...!

"Oh sweet! How lovely... AWE! The little choo-choo that could! Feeling more confident now, are we? HUM?"

"Pardón?"

Before creeping into the open restroom, the young lady did a quick bubble twist based on her best guess.

"So, guess what? Davie has scampered off to me grand pappy's place to lend a hand to me Grand mammy in swapping out a blade on their neighbor's farm truck... you know, that whatchamacallit they borrowed from some unsuspecting bloke's open garage, that was just sitting there, minding its own business!"

"Oh, I see. Well, do you happen to know about what time he'll return?" Asked the polite young man.

"I am perplexed!" She acknowledged providing him with a substantial blank white envelope. "He affixed this to the door of the room."

“Oh! Thank you, ma'am!" Smiling the lieut-nant he began reading aloud. "Stay out of me foe-king room, bitc...!"

"NEIN, DUMMKOPF! Other side, slinky!" She softly giggled.

"Yes ma'am." A moment later. "OHOO, DEA-YAH!. He's at Bexley Park down the way."

"And that means what to me?"

"He states he should be back sometime before dark."

"I don't want to ask dumb questions... but that's what I do! Any way, are you by chance a master of the eleven oh one counter part gang cult?" She only wanted to perplex the poor chap that much extra!

A second passed by. "Oh! It is the Twelve O'clock High Club. I am a foreman. Actually, I am the PAO for the club. Why do you want to know?

Meredith beamed with confidence. "You young kinky minded men and your luring groups entertain me!"
She extended her right hand in a firm and respectful farewell handshake. "I'll remain with the Intelligence service and keep my feet grounded on solid ground... thank you!"

The lieutenant started to turn to go. "We would like to become members of the International Air Racing community perhaps next summer. However, we still need another power plant mechanic."

At at 13:39, the young lady called the front desk. A few seconds later. "Hello, Kim. It is me. Please have KG3 meet me in the square plaza nearest to the Victor's Smoke Shop. Please have him meet me outside."

Meredith hung the phone in good spirits with a soft touch, moved around to unplug the counter-top coffee maker, secured the small patio sliding glass door and gently closed the room locking it in the process.

"So, would you prefer we meet at the base? Stop moaning, for heaven's sake!" Meredith chastised KG3 as they sat on the park beach near the Mellow Drop public water fountain.

"Nah-Dah, I'm good," replied the young aviator in rocking blue jean shorts and a tee that boldly proclaimed,
"Eat beans, Denmark needs dah... foe-king gas!"

"Did you hear the news? Operations has decided to play a little game of 'cancel your flight south'!"

"Absolutely... i'm in the loop, dude!" KG3 became the life of the party after he took a swig of his Clausthaler Unfiltered and raised the bottle like a trophy, proclaiming to the unsuspecting park-goers nearby...

"HEY EVERYBODY... SHUT UP!
I DECLARE... THE NECTAR OF THE PEABODY ASSOCIATION! And whatever you do, don't even think about getting it!"

Meredith spun around like a tornado, her face down as if she just heard the world's nastiest monkey and dah lost chicken joke! "Take a load off, you silly goose!"

"HA, HA! JUST KIDDING, YA'LL!"

"Don't do that to strangers Davie! People struggle enough as it is attempting to understand your... rather bizarre sense of Taygetan humor!"

"They'll get used to it! Eventually. I'm having a blast acting like an ass!" He laughs.

Meredith began to arrange several photographs on the table in front of them, retrieving them from her very expensive custom-made Brevity bag in blue and grey. (Which somehow showed up as a foe-king write off on her bloody taxes!)

"These are the last of the third cycle." Meredith glanced up for a second. "Do you remember these memory download embedments of yours?"

KG3 carefully leaned over the edge of the table. "Ingen. What are they of?"

"You are unable to recall...! Do you not?" Whispered to the young woman, who was now showing an increasing level of concern.

"Starlit Ray is the name of her little daughter. Do you remember her name?

"Ingen. Who are they?" Now, KG3 was starting to get a little lost.

In the second photo were several hands protruding through an open crack in a red brick wall. "Where were you here... in this thought relayed picture?"

"I seem to hide some of the most frag...!"

A strange silence swept over the air.

"I may, yes. However I shall require a deep thought in order to be sure."

"Don't fret about it. Beside you, who are these guys here?"

KG3 grabbed the following three pictures and looked at them momentarily. "Jamie Hackskii is the first gentlemen. About the other two, I'm not sure."

"Well stand by since you'll also be getting your chance." She offers guidance with a subtle, resolute expression.

KG3 moved with precise precision, his dark brown eyes fixed intently. "Oh, what a delight! More individuals to engage in discussions about situations and occurrences they possess no understanding of or connection to. I mean, that seems very dangerous to me, ya know?"

Meredith bowed her head with careful precision. "Affirmative... regrettably, I comprehend that. But you must follow your directives from now on, Davie. It will come for you eventually, and at the most challenging moments. It is imperative that you comprehend this!"

"Fuck 'em, dude! I'm here because SMU forced me to be, so they can simply tolerate my useless ramblings. At no cost!"

His voice resonated with emptiness and a subdued rumbling, as rage surged again inside his once-innocent heart. "TIER ONE, WITHOUT EXCEPTION! ALL OR NOTHING! ISN'T THAT RIGHT... MOTHER FUCKERS?"

"Hey... just relax, hon! Don't allow anything to get to you. Okay?"

"And what happens when... ALL OF THIS... FUCKING BULLSHI...!"

"SETTLE DOWN! RIGHT NOW!"

"SURE, WHY NOT?" Then he let forth a growl and his eyes began sweeping blood. "I WIL...!"

"I SAID THIS INSTANT, NECROPANDER!"

"WHY?"

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW, MOTHER FUCKER! BEAREZMATH!"

KG3 slowly slumped forward, hiding his face deep in the palms of his hands. "I feel a deep sense of disappointment in myself." He whispered softly. "I long for Christ to take my life... as I am not permitted to."

Meredith rested her head gently against his. "Stop talking that way, silly. You are going to shatter my heart... you know that, right?"

KG3 let out a slow sigh. "I'm sorry Major. I... I just get upset at times, is all."

Meredith gently elevated her subordinate's head so she might stare straight ahead. "Never, ever be ashamed of yourself nor deeply confused with those who have purposely deceived you, Daive."

All of the tone, conversation, and attitudes changed suddenly. Looking up, the young experimental grinned warmly. "Alright! I'm easy!" He snickered.

"They are the ones tracked you down in order to obtain their telekinesis gain of function outcomes. NOT the other way around, mind you. Since your birth." She mumbled and gave KG3 a sisterly light peck on the right cheek. "Additionally! Think of yourself lucky: you now have protection from both your close associates as well as your enemies!"

"I KNOW!" Roared KG3 as the two comrades flung their arms around one another. "Thank you ma'am!" He murmured in Meredith's left ear. "I never could have asked for a more committed and reliable handler. I appreciate it."

This made his superior officer generally happy. "My pleasure, DUDE!" Like schoolchildren on a playground, they laughed together.

"HEY... I have a suggestion! Shall we go south to GreyMouth to see the Blowholes?"

That bothered KG3 but sounded like a blast.
"That's quite a distance to travel for a day; I actually do not have much more liberty left. Ya know?"

"I landed you an extra 48!" Meredith came back flashing her own grin. "Four hours by train. What do you think?"

"No way!" Bellowed KG3. "I am going nowhere on a frikken train! Definitely sure of that!"

"For real? Why not via train?"

KG3 observed. "Haven't you seen the movie, "Ten Little Indians" for crying out loud?"

He sat there grinning as she stood and replied. "Yer so stupid!"

"Whatever, dude!" Again they began laughing in unison.

She got back into her seat. "Is it okay if I ask you a personal question that isn't disrespectful? I know a great deal of information regarding your past." She sputtered.

A little basketball appeared out of nowhere and rolled beneath the table where the couple was sitting.

"Just do it. Feel free to ask anything." He said as he retrieved the ball and tossed it back to the little eager... foe-king Kiwi snots!

"How do you manage the psychic assaults you experience?"

KG3 was completely unprepared for the inquiry. "I typically sense their approach."

“Indeed? What do you mean?"

"I possess a lucid perspective on impending threats via 5th density visualization."

Meredith tilted her head, displaying a sense of wonder and curiosity. "Do you find the prospect of the future intriguing?"

KG3 displayed a smile. "Significantly more than that! I proceed to the location and engage in the experience. It is more effective for me when it is done in that manner. Internal defense mechanism, baby! Ya, know!"

"Ah, so you're capturing their cerebral frequencies, are you not?"

KG3 cocked his head at an angle, a glint of curiosity in his eye, as he raised his frosty beer to his lips once more. "Indeed,"

"By what means?"

"I deftly pinpoint their cerebral vibrations and surf the waves of resonant sounds enveloping them at that precise moment in their timeline."

Meredith suddenly beamed. "And then?"

"And then I materialize right before their very eyes!"

"In contemplation?"

KG3's expression abruptly shifted to one of grave seriousness and his voice went deep and gravelly. "In the very essence of existence. Where I hold absolute dominion over their destiny."

The color in Meredith's face suddenly went slightly grey. "OH. I see." She muttered softly.

end of act II

Act III

"Like I asked previously. Do you remember where you were at the time of this photograph?" Meredith inquired as she placed the first image in a stack of 29 in front of KG3.

It was fantastic to hear the magnificent sound of breaking waves crashing against the stones immediately underneath the two military mates. Anyone visiting the southern New Zealand island must see the Greymouth Blowholes.

KG3 gently turned around after carefully laying some more drift wood pieces on the open beach campfire. "Check that sunset view will ya?" He settled on a beach bean bag chair and sailed. "Almost pinkish."

Meredith looked up, taking in the unusual beauty. "Um! I agree!" She smiled.

KG3 retrieved the 5" x 9" colored photograph for analysis. "Affirmative. I distinctly recall, ma'am."

The "Redbrick-room" title both piqued Meredith's interest and left her perplexed.

"Was that your primary concentration during the picture taken?"

KG3 took another critical look at the photograph. "Not really. Do you see the bright colour of light that is simply hanging above my extended naked hand?"

The Major grinned and giggled. "Naked hand, huh?"

KG3 had a sexy smile. "You like it when I talk that way to ya, right!" He then flopped onto his side as the two goofballs screamed in hysterics.

"Actually I do!" She freely admitted.

Nonetheless, it was an undeniable truth. A blue radiance flickered just above the modern warrior's extended right hand. It had a very distinct sparkle to it, as well.

Four distinct grey-toned male arms, with extended fingers, seemed to be feverishly groping and scrapping for something just beyond their reach, which was interesting.

"What is its meaning?"

KG3 sat with a determined expression on his face. "It was yet another effort to instill fear in me." He recognizes. "However, I had already surpassed that level of mental strategy."

"And?"

KG3 methodically shifted his gaze downward. "I pursued the instigator."

Meredith leaned back, assessing the situation with a keen eye. "And... what is the implication of that?"

"I neutralized the target, ma'am. The individual, if that is what once stood against me."

The tension in the air and the unadulterated grief that remained in her comrade's heart were both palpable to the Major.

She shed a tear.

"The misery that spread over huge territory, coordinated by invisible leaders during the most horrific battle in history, is unrivaled on the world. They'd finally discovered their ultimate secret weapon, and none of them backed any known modern-day military force on Earth."

KG3 unwillingly clutched both fists and the veins in his arms looked as if they were on the verge of bursting.

He let out a deep, horrid growl.

Then a hiss.

It was then a fiery blaze in his eyes grew deeper, and deeper.

"The beginning of a dangerous transformation of these dishonorable actions has occurred, leaving them vulnerable to retaliation just in case shit hit the fan and back fired on the ruthless, chicken shit mother fuckers."

"Could you clarify that?"

"Through a process referred to as induced thought wave manipulation."

Anxiety was building up in Meredith. "By manipulating induced brain waves? What does it indicate? Give more details."

With a determined expression, KG3 met her gaze. "I... ah!"

Then there was silence.

"In my mind, I persuade the criminals to end their own lives. That's off the record."

"Of course. Via cognitive transmissions?"

"Affirmative, ma'am."

A brief pause ensued once more. At last, the Major inclined her body forward. "Provide a detailed explanation. Please."

KG3 withdrew its sight again. "I attain and pursue the objectives via concurrent 5th density activation."

Meredith brushed aside her hair that had blown into her face. "I am paying attention."

"Beta signifies their most intentional cognitive condition. Their weakest and most vulnerable state in which they have little to no self thought control."

KG3 was acting bazar.

"I use a strategic method that utilizes a tranquil level of consciousness associated with invention, insight, and memory. This phenomena is characterized by theta brain waves, a distinct kind of brain wave that oscillates within a frequency range of 3.5–7.62 Hz."

"So you can enter their dream state. Am I correct in assuming that?"

"Sorta."

"Clarify. Please."

"I strategically modify or innovate the procedures and ultimate outcomes of their envisioned scenarios. I then own their ass!"

"Clarify."

Now KG3 was gazing intently into the Major's stunning emerald eyes. The experimental responded with a deep, somber tone, saying,
"If I want the mother fucker dead... then he or she becomes whatever I wish. A crossover!"

His eyes suddenly went blank. "My crossover!"

The Major leaned back and responded, with a grin, "Yes, of course. This is big." She hissed to herself with a hint of passion.

The fog slowly lifted from the warrior's mind, leaving him bewildered and contemplative about his surrender to a powerful and deeply enchanting supernatural presence and abilities. It was extremely torturing to him deep within.
It frightened him so.

The telling of the complete story. Will it ever be told in its entirety? "I feel the love of Jesus... it's undeniable. I understand...! I understand I need him. I yearn for his... his... forgiveness."

The Major quickly jumped to her feet and wrapped her warm arms around KG3's head, pulling him close with deep affection. "Davie... please stop crying, don't do this to yourself. Take a moment to relax and let all of your fears of the heart go."

Meredith began to shutter inside. "I will always be here to guide you." She embraced him closely, tears streaming down her face. “Please... don’t hurt anymore. I beg you... please allow me to help you or the pain will consume your soul."

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end of act III

act IV

"Their intention was to bring you down; everything was part of a scheme for manipulation. Though it looks you will have to wait out the storm." Grinned the elderly man as he walked towards the naive couple startled. "Laddie, Grey and I really are quite proud of you! Also keep in mind!"

Meredith turned around to find an old man and his German Shepard/beagle mix approaching. Then followed another ancient old fart behind him which surprised KG3 most of all!

"Gerry Fester and nappy Grey! WAS-SAIL-LING DUDES!"

"That's so because he's not the naive kind! A clever little smart ass but not ah dumbly by any means!" Declared Grey Kirchner, the perfect local leader and friend to all! What a really amazing and wonderful gentleman!

"SHIT GREY... I THOUGHT YOU WERE SIX FEET UNDER, HOMER!" Laughed Davie as he sprang to his feet and wrapped his arms around the first elderly friend with an enthusiastic hug.
"What are you two doing here at the park? You should be doing something more productive like gathering up sheep turds or sump'n!"

"Following you, obviously!"

"FORK YOU, GREY!" Roared KG3 as Meredith joined in on the rather bazaar conversation.

"Hi Mister Kirchner and Mister Fester!"

"Things are going to look up, son." Mister Fester smiled as he stooped down and gave the friendly canine a playful nook... noogie on the head. "So, you little adventurers are bunking at Harvey's B&B, huh?"

"The Sundowner! Time when the sun decides to take a dip and we all start to feel a little more... relaxed, shall we say? Looks like we're fashionably late to snag our favorite hangout!" Meredith laid it all out, didn't she?

That had the two old geezers falling on themselves with laughter! "That's me boy!" Chuckled Grey, intuitively!

"Are you faring well? At times, my thoughts drift to your well-being."

KG3 gathered an abundance of driftwood, attuned to the haunting pops and crackles emanating from the depths of the well. "We shall converse again in due time, shall we?" Propose the hesitant aviator with a faint tremor of his brow. "I must confer with my overseer before revealing any secrets that could be twisted into the instruments of my undoing."

"That is fine, Davie. Don't worry about us. We can keep the higher staff waiting a little longer." Smiled Grey while giving KG3 a nice slap on the back.

Meredith was highlighted by this news. They also annoyed her with aggressive contingency worries. "Leave him alone, gentlemen!"

"Yes ma'am!" Acknowledged Mister Fester respectfully.

"You just stay calm and we can all manage to get through all of this... together this time, mind you." Added Grey.

"Indeed, Grey! And nothing sounds more stupider than Clint Eastwood in "Pale Rider" attempting to utter his intricate lines in... foe-king Mandarin and chit!" Chuckled Davie, delivering a swift punch to his handler's left arm.

"Yer so stupid... I swear!" Snickered Meredith.

"Take it how it resonates... ya know?"

Around that time of day, seagulls started to flock to the rocky outcrop and coastline in quest of their next quick and free meal. They were unfriendly and rowdy!

"Those mah-fugger's are the most irritating objects on earth... I swear!" Said KG3, complaining. "We have rather similar aggravating things down south too!"

Meredith smiled and glanced up, causing a laugh. "What would you say if you were to join us at the Crab Fest Tavern later this evening, around seven?"

"That sounds pleasant to me! What are your thoughts on this, Grey?"

The old man looked up. "Give me what I want and I'll shall go away."

"Sounds like something I'd come up with saying!" Davie replied, tilting his head back in amusement. "Do you get ignored just as equal, Grey?"

"Pretty much! Yep!"

In light of the preceding discussion, the two elderly gentlemen proceeded along the cobblestone pathway that directed them towards the initial set of active blowholes.

"We've got a lot of things to go over, Davie." Grey echoed over his right shoulder. "Looking forward to it soon!"

"YA! CHARMING!"

A crisp sea breeze suddenly blew in from afar.

"You lack trust in him, do you not, dear?"

"Who... Grey?"

Meredith got to her feet slowly, laying her right hand on KG3's left shoulder. Something wasn't quite right. "No. Gerry labels you a magician. The Stargazer they say." She slowly lowered her head. "And they hardly really know you or your potential either. When you work for our Father, God!"

This made KG3 appear down a little embarrassing. "Ya. I know. I only want this all to finally end. I will never turn my back on Christ! I'm going home soon!"

"That is it!"

KG3 grinned. "That's it." He whispered. "They are all such fools."

С птицами я разделю этот одинокий вид.

Пожалуйста, простите меня, дети! Я был вынужден подчиниться!

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Yet another gentle breeze blew in.

"Are you still crushing on Mister Fester's daughter?"

"KELLY? Absolutely not!" Barked Davie! "What on earth made you say that?"

Meredith let out a laugh and spun around like a cartoon character trying to hide her giggles. "Oopsie daisy! I was just under the impression!"

This was quite the shocker for KG3 to hear! "HELL NAH! BUT I'D TOTALLY SWOOP IN ON HER LITTLE SISTER THOUGH!" He let out a bellow that could wake the neighbors and scare the squirrels!

"YOU FILTHY VULTURE!"

end of act IV



Chapter two

The entity within


Act I


"I encountered an entity yesterday... and he's not what we were expecting in the least."

"Did the Americans state that he would arrive?" Doctor Bruegel Gerard inquired while reviewing a collection of civilian and military documents alongside neural charts. "One should exercise caution in placing trust in Americans."

"I do not trust them either." Fritz Rochester, a prominent astral neurobiologist from Oslo, Norway, has expressed agreement.

"I encountered a non-human entity."

"I acknowledged your statement initially, Carl. Please refrain from interrupting this meeting again."

"Well I really think that it might be wise of you to listen to me this time, doctor."

The man's eyes shone with clarity, confirming what the others had already realized. "And I said, wait! Do you understand me, Carl?"

Carl Segregate sat back and folded his arms in disdain. "Yes, sir."

"He's merely trying to help out, doctor. Please allow the student to express what he needs. Shall we?" Scolded Fritz.

"It is closely related to the concept of mind over matter. It is remarkable to observe, gentlemen. This young experimental exhibits behavior that is significantly unconventional."

Silence ensued once more, characterized by an unpleasant quality.

The doctor's eyes exhibited astonishment. "Consider the potential; it is indeed remarkable."

General Lancing spoke quietly to General Uleurrel. "Americans are frustrating. Rest assured, the individual in question will face consequences. Trust me."

The men gradually became eye locked. "Then I suggest that you kill this... experimental, mother fucker this time."

"Gentlemen. The Czar of Russia council might have something to say about that! Listen... the experimental is no member of the elite society. However, the Royal Institute of International Affairs is exercising its influence over him." Fritz is beginning to feel a sense of discomfort with the swift rise in animosity. "Military individuals of questionable character! HUM?"

The doctor smiled indulgently. "Military arseholes more like it," he grinned. "Watch out for that fucking, Bildererg Group! They refer to us as, human cattle."

"They want absolute atheism. To destroy all religions." Warned Fritz.

"Yes. A one world government. Dispensable."

"In light of your prior statement, "human cattle" may simply be a clever way to describe humans are being herded about like they’re part of a vast, thoughtless swarm, utterly losing their distinctive flare and free will! Assuming such a perspective is like attempting to create a sandwich without bread: it completely disregards the people involved... ha, ha!" Included Carl with a goofy snicker as he pushed his black horn rim glasses further up the bridge of his long, skinny nose.

"Who invited this Caltech shit bird, anyway?" Asked the doctor holding his hands out as if he were begging for mercy.

Carl laughed even harder at that. "We have discovered how to tap into the experimental's 5th density sensory frequencies interrupters; is what I want to add? He can make use of many." Carl had just turned the whole conversation's perspective different. "That is if we can control his military operator. She's not from here either."

"Military operator? What are you alluding to, mister Henderson?"

"The Marine Corp has named someone in charge of all the experimental's movements and thought wave actions. They call her his handler." Added Carl. "The Marine Corps generals all refer to her as his spirit guide."

As a result, General Uleurrel glanced upward. "Spirit Guide?"

"Okay, sir. A "spirit guide" is a non-physical being that aids a living person in navigating life's obstacles and decisions; this being is often thought of as an entity from a higher realm that offers protection, guidance, and support to the living person on their life's journey. She's not from here, either."

"I take it you're referring to Catholics?" Asked the doctor.

"Negative, sir!" clarified Carl. "Understood. Roman Orthodox. Nicolzah bloodline to be specific."

This declaration almost provokes a chuckle from the Caltech intellect. "Are you serious, sir. Absolutely not those Catholic individuals!"

This frustrated Fritz. "Let us maintain a level of respect for the beliefs of others during this meeting, shall we, Mister Henderson? Affirmative?"

"Devout individuals and their deities. I swear!" Snickered General Uleurrel.

"EXCUSE ME GENERAL!" That was an ill-advised statement to make in the presence of this particular science student. "I would like to respectfully remind you... sir's, that you are speaking of Jesus Christ!"

"Acknowledged, sir Segregate."

"I have serious reservations about that, sir!" Incorporated the valiant young individual. "Jesus Christ stands as our supreme leader, I will remind you! Attention, we are in the midst of a significant spiritual battle, and I must emphasize the urgency of our mission, FOOLS!
DO NOT EVER DETERIORATE MY SAVIOR! I DO NOT NEED THIS JOB! OK?"

The doctor looked stunned! "Fuck me!" He uttered to himself.

Just then, the door to the cramped office room swung open, like a dramatic entrance in a low-budget play. "Pardon me, Doc! Great news, folks! The aero pah... plane you've all been eagerly anticipating has finally decided to make an appearance on radar. It's like waiting for a celebrity to show up at a party—only this one comes with wings!" Announced a rather charming, slightly roundish buddy from the federal contracting world.

The doctor glanced up, probably wondering if they had just heard a joke or if it was time for their coffee break. "WELL, LOOK AT THAT! Thanks so bunch, Miss Poppen-Schweitzer! Have a delightful day, you... late for happy hour rascal, you! Ha, ha! Just kidding, stupid!"

With that said, the door decided to make a dramatic exit by slamming shut!

"Oh, she's just the sweetest little thing... that one is!" Fritz was the kind of guy you couldn't help but admire, even if he did trip over his own shoelaces while trying to impress everyone!

"Oh, come on! Not a chance!" Carl raised an eyebrow! "Not on my watch! She's a real gem from the 'Save A Hoe Foundation!' Who knew saving hoes could be so stylish?"

Out of nowhere, the room fell into a comical hush as the student couldn't help but giggle to himself.

"Fer real?" Inquired of the doctor with utmost seriousness. "Fuck me!" He uttered to himself!

Within an hour and a half, the anticipated LC-130 had landed and was running steadily, beautifully positioned directly in front of the South Pole Dome.

She was then gently eased down to her calm ground speed idle while the ground crew approached with a D-9 loading tractor with unique fat treads. dubbed "LILLY TULIP!" (WTF?)
Say "NO!" to drugs kids!! A mind is a terrible thing to... waste...ted!

"Buckle up, everyone, because things are about to get a little crazy!"

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!" Replied Doctor Gerard, tugging at his eye-popping orange custom-made, high-tech marvel, the 'Yukon Extremes Buzz Dickson's, Hawx, Men's heavy-duty winter wonderland parka special, limited 3 rd edition, as if he were strutting down a runway in the Arctic, ready to steal the spotlight from the polar bears.

Carl and Jet Peterson unlocked the main entry door of the orange restricted, underground trailers housing several research labs and offices in a few short seconds.

Three members of the flight crew, all wearing full E.C.W. flight suites, climbed out of the plane through the forward crew access door, traversed past the propellers on the port side, and returned to their plane after escorting two other flight crew members to a safer distance.

The arrivals were met by a friendly scientific staff who then guided them into the South Pole Dome.

"I trust your flight was enjoyable, madame!" Doctor Gerard welcomed their guest warmly as he guided them into the vibrant orange office cubicle enclosure.

"It wasn't all that terrible, unless you're bothered by hydraulic fluid stains on your brand new flight boots and the lingering scent of raunchy, unwashed butt holes and... and... God knows what ever else! Is there anything else, doctor?" Laughed Meredith, giving her fellow flight crewman a gentle shove.

This made the sophisticated scientist chuckle. "Dear God! That's funny!"

"What did she say?" Asked Fritz with a sight cock of his nearly bald head.

"Good day to you, Mister KiloGramThree! I anticipate our time together with eagerness." Rochester extended his right hand as the doctor greeted with a smile. "I appreciate your being here, Dave."

"It is my pleasure, comrade!" The young aviator smiled as he shook hands with his old friends. "Did you bring your custody card, sir?"

In an instant, the doctor pivoted and produced a small handful of military-signed legal paperwork. "An additional copy is available in English."

"Adequate until I review them, gentlemen. Thank you." Acknowledged Meredith.

"All is accurate and satisfactory, Major." Ltcol Mandrill said as he and another Marine officer emerged from a concealed rear office. "Incidentally, you are both entirely secure here."

Frustration drove the Majors' hands to tighten. "WELL, WELL! How is it... Cornelius that you and your universities appear to have contaminated Mister Mathews's life as well as mine?"

Jamie Dresden chuckled softly to himself as he and his companion gracefully took their seats at the opulent elongated conference table. "Now that's not using proper military etiquette ma'am. Shall we try again?"

Meredith leaned forward, her fists pressing harder into the tabletop surface. "And what do you Americans always say...? Oh yes! Fuck you, mother fucker!" She spit out. "I despise you... bloody, Yanks!"

Everyone was watching the two military officials sparring, but nobody broke up the argument.

"What is going on with her?"

Fritz gracefully leaned in closer to the doctor's right shoulder. "They find themselves in a state of disagreement. Always!"

Bruegel's facial expression abruptly became devoid of emotion. "She's quite the spirited one, isn't she?"

Fritz appeared even more solemn. “Are you serious? He should be quite cautious in her presence... or she may very well deliver a swift and decisive consequence if he doesn't."

"Is that so?"

"YA! She'll slice his fucking throat if he takes things the wrong direction."

The doctor's eyes lit up. "No shit?" He whispered.

"Wouldn't be the first time!"

"Fuck me!" Then it went silent.

As Jamie hurriedly gathered a stack of documents that would later be reviewed and signed, the Lieutenant Colonel unlocked his black metal briefcase and presented it to him.

"Yes, yes Meredith! And you're the biggest bull shiter in the room." He threw the room a disrespectful smirk. "So let's not go overboard this time, alrighty ma'am?"

That smart ass comment just made Meredith hotter than a two-pecker goat! ENGAGE THE ENEMY!

"Holy shit!" The doctor whispered as he leaned closer to his comrade. "Talk about a fucking Mexican stand off!"

This had Fritz in stitches. "Oh, just you wait... the real fun hasn't even begun with the punches flying!" He added as if he was about to cozy up for the most nail-biting boxing match ever to grace the silver screen!

"You don't like me much, do you, Major?"

Meredith almost shot across to the conference table's other end. "Jamie, I'm not supposed to like you. Truly, you are expendable!"

She began to relax, but only to a certain extent. "Plus, you shell out a pretty penny!"

Rolling his head back, KG3 laughed. "Your English suck's so bad, girl!"

"Shut up!" She tossed back over her left shoulder.

A few minutes later the discussion became more serious as the doctor and Fritz started exploring further into the psyche of the warrior they knew the least about.

"Regarding page 44 of your follow-up test, you conveyed to Dr. Pamsters that your understanding was becoming more lucid concerning the experience of re-entering the conscious mind. I would appreciate it if you could provide an explanation."

KG3 gave Meredith a baffled look. "Pamsss...? What did he say?"

"Pastmerse. Her name is Doctor Pastmerse, Flex." She then gives her partner in crime the evil eye. "Just stick to the essentials and try not to lose your marbles over all that technical dumbo jumbo this time, alright?"

That had Davie chuckling to himself. "But I enjoy engaging in some delightful foolishness!" He let out a hearty chuckle. "So, to cut to the chase, my fine fellows, an explanation of the time-SLIP technique for depicting the flow of pancreatic juice. The whole imaging region's longitudinal magnetisation is reversed to -Mz by applying a nonselective inversion pulse."

"How? By what means?" Asked the doctor.

"By targeting the main pancreatic duct with a targeted inversion pulse, the tagged area's longitudinal magnetization may be returned to +Mz."

"What about in regards to T1?" Added Jamie a bit sarcastically.

"The untagged pancreaticobiliary conduit's longitudinal magnetization becomes null during T1 recovery, thus you'll need to wait until the delay time BBTI."

"Single of double shot?"

"By using a single-shot 2D FASE imaging approach, the tagged signal is seen as a high signal image coming from the tag during BBTI."

As a result, Meredith would be as perplexed as a chicken attempting to do a crossword puzzle. "I was pondering that very conundrum, darling! Please continue... this is getting really exciting!" She teased.

"Shut up!" KG3 tossed back over his right shoulder, as he continued. "A "SLIP" stands for spatial labelling inversion pulse, BBTI for black blood time interval, and FASE for fast asymmetric spin echo. A loner like me! I'm sure I'll be happy once I'm dead. Ya, know?"

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The doctor looked up. "He's going to need a lot of healing."

"I agree." Acknowledged Fritz with a slight nod.

"The accumulation of stress and turmoil appears to have adversely affected your vagus nerve, as I observe. Your cortisol levels are quite high. Are you sure that you are fit for duty Mister Mathews?"

"Experiencing a slight sense of arousal on Blueberry Hill; otherwise, I am well."

This forced a silent chuckle out of Meredith struggling to be serious.

"And this pertains to the parallel universe theology, I presume."

"Well... a phenomenon referred to as a "time slip" concerning parallel universes indicates that when a person experiences a sudden temporal shift, they might be moving into a different universe."

KG3 leaned forward. "In this scenario, the timeline could be altered with precision or force, enabling one to seamlessly transition into an alternate reality within the multiverse. Ya know?"

Carl, who had arrived late to the conference, pawed open the capacious office's front door just then and settled down with the other guests.

He politely sat down. "Friends, I'm sorry for the late arrival. Once again the vending machine has frozen!" Still smiling, he levelled the accusation. "M&M whoever?" Show him a packet of almost frozen treats. "HA, HA! Look at this shit, will ya!"

The room grew empty and hollow. This was a normal response.

"Hello Carl. How has your morning been thus far?" Doctor Gerard enquired. "I wonder at times."

Carl grinned and shifted cock-eyed in his seat. "I am expected to be rather good. Thank you for the insult Daktari... may I please have another!" He quickly shifts his attention to the respected guests. "Salutations, Dave! Honorable Meredith!"

The doctor looked over. "Pardon me, but I am unfamiliar with your uniform. Which domain?"

"Naval Academy Division."

A brief moment of silence ensued, punctuated by a decisive nod as the researcher contemplated her response. "Pardon me, which country are we referring to, madam?"

Meredith observed KG3 with a quick, subtle glance. Then came a very long silent pause. "Norwegian origin. Nordic."

A brief thought occurred. "Acknowledged. What is your place of origin?"

"She is undeniably... a fucking UFP flight deck officer." Jamie murmured quietly to himself. "Look at her real rank on her shoulder tip, comrade. She's an overseer. A bridge officer."

The Major's expression abruptly became blank, lifeless, and empty. "My hostility will come to an end with you, Dresden." She gave a cute innocent grin. "Once that you're six... fucking feet under, I might add!"

"I offer my deepest regrets. Please do not express any sympathy towards me, ma'am." The Marine Corps officer gathered. "They are assuming control."

Fritz gave a grin. "That's a grey area."

"The obscurity is crucial to uncover the radiance. We are the custodians who delineate the boundaries between our elevated existence and your three-dimensional experience."

Now the LtCol was smiling. "Say again."

Meredith stood proud and firm as she spoke clearly. "Let's be clear... you humans are absolute fuck up's... aight?"

The air became heavy with anticipation, as if the crowd were waiting for a soap opera's next shocking turn.

(FER REAL? HOW STUPID!)

"The pain is too real." Chuckled KG3 as he adjusted his silver CNS control cuff lock band on his right wrist, which was firmly attached onto his handler's left. He. wore the silver with gold V band Brazer on the other.

"What did he just say?" Fritz asked again, looking as confused as a cat in a dog park.

The doctor leaned in like he was about to share the secret to eternal youth. "He just declared that he’s eager to catch a glimpse of your bare backside in the next room!"

There was a slight pause in space and time.

"Oh, I s... EXCUSE ME?"

"May the force be with you! Ha, ha! Just kidding young Jedi!"

Fritz was utterly baffled by the whole shebang! "Good God doctor! Please tell me what the hell you're talking about! HAH?"

Jamie couldn't help but crack a grin too! "Do you two care if we keep this party rolling? Or is there a hidden treasure buried beneath your chat?"

The doctor suddenly flashed a smile. "Yes!"

Carl emitted an unexpected, boisterous laugh! "Yawl from Arkansas, are ya? Stopped going there, myself!" He snickered! "Ha, ha! Just kidding, too fellers!"

"What is the objective of this student attending the meeting? Could someone kindly respond to that question?" Pleaded the doctor.

Fritz slowly shook his head. “I commend your endeavours, Dave. I have seen that your physical health is considerably affected by these astral journeys. Am I accurate in asserting that, sir?"

KG3 sat still, anxiously anticipating an impending situation that clearly surpassed a simple assessment. If they were aware of my heart...! How am I supposed to elucidate the situation about that issue? He introspected profoundly.

The young man finally raised his head slowly. "Affirmative, sir? My heart. My eyes."
Glancing down, he felt inadequate amid all people gathered around him. Not unlike his feelings as a small boy growing up surrounded by all those despondent of him.

Then the choice was made to send the youth away to a new home far from here. He left for Columbia, a Private School in a place only referred to as Battleground, carrying the weight of being born into solitude, a truth that continues to linger.

WHAT HAVE YOU PEOPLE DONE!

Yeah! Those people!

"I don't really know how to express myself." Davie pondered deeply. Then... "Also, my... psychological state feels heavy and my eyes suffer bleeding when I am subjected to overwhelming mental pressure."

There came a slight pause in space and time.

"Psychologically...?" He whispered softly, as if lost in his own thoughts and tears. "I feel like I've always been destined to fall short. Yet I maintain an unusual gift that baffles me to this day. I am afraid that the doctor was right. I am born failure. An...! An execration! BUT I'M NOT!"

"No you're not... now stop it!" Scolded Meredith. "Collect your thoughts. You are very, loved, Davie."

The doctor shook his head in disbelief. "The fuck more did those... cocksuckers do to this kid that I am not aware of?"

"Please wait. I'm about to discover that. Your file shows that you have a rather rare blood type, Mister Mathews. Fritz carried on. "Are you aware of what your true blood type is?"

KG3 gradually pivoted to face the Major. "A positive?"

"No, sir."

"Okay. I get it, now. You already know that I am now... AB Neg."

Fritz was now engaged in intense eye contact with the researcher. "Do you know your Rh factor status?"

"What?"

"Your blood group is Rh+/- and that has been verified several times, I see."

"Let's continue gentlemen. Please?" Asked Meredith politely. "You know plenty already, sir!"

"I am trying too, ma'am!" Snapped the old scientist.

In an act of pure vindictiveness, Lt. Col. Mandrill yelled out, "Boy, you sure have a set of... balls on ya lady!"

Meredith was so taken aback that she nearly leapt from her chair in outrage. "I DO NOT! THAT'S A DISGUSTING THOUGHT...! SHAME ON YOU!"

Fritz glanced across at his partner, and then at two officers with distinguished military careers. "Indeed Carl, you did indicate that you encountered an unusual individual yesterday at McMurdo Station."

"Scott Base. We met at Scott Base while we were both making international long distance calls."

"Well then! Everybody here already knows each other like friends. Magnificent!"

"Carl and I are taking the "Earth Science" course that Chapman College had offered this summer."

The tone of the doctor altered. "You're attending SIU?"

There was a sight pause in time and space.

"Oh no. He is." Carl answered. "I'm diving into the wonderful world of horticulture! I cultivate some green Mary J goodness up in northern Cali!"

"It’s like giving your pineal gland a little wake-up call!" Chuckled KG3. "A friendly nudge, ya know?"

"Shit!" Giggled Meredith.

Fritz gave a slow, exaggerated nod, as if he were trying to convince a stubborn bobblehead to agree with him. "Absolutely! Absolutely, without a doubt! Let the freedom ring I say! Thanks a bunch, Dave!"

"PTSD?" Questioned the doctor over his right shoulder.

"Oh, without a doubt!"

"So, who’s up for a little chit-chat about bio-weaponry? Sounds like a real party topic, right?" Cheered as Carl enthusiastically thrust one arm skyward, like he was trying to signal a passing UFO!

There was a sight pause in time and space.

Carl's smile couldn't get much broader! "Y'ALL ROCK, MAN! Carry on! Please!"

KG3 suddenly bounced in his chair like a squirrel that just discovered an espresso machine. "Wow, Carl, that's like the most amazing thing since someone decided to cut bread into slices!"

He shrugged his shoulders in demand for attention! "You just tossed a dime on the term... "Bio-Weapon"! Talk about a conversation starter! As a kid, I thought, "Why not become an astronaut, dumb-ath!?" So, I went ahead and built an alien spacecraft from scratch—because who needs a toy when you can have intergalactic travel, right?"

"PTSD?" Asked Fritz?

"Fuck me! More like Post-Traumatic Stress Delight, am I right?"

"Absolutely, no question about it!"

"Shit!" Giggled Meredith.

In anticipation, the two officers situated at the rear of the room began to fidget slightly. "Can we get on with this, people?"

"WHOA! OH ABSOLUTELY, IT'S ALL ON ME SIR!"

"KG3, get your act together and pay attention!" Pleaded Jamie, now a bit nervous.

"Sorry! I had a rather interesting upbring when I was...!"

"I COULDN'T CARE LESS, CHIEF SHIT SQUAWKER! LET'S NOT DILLY-DALLY AND GET THIS MEETING ROLLING, SHALL WE?" The middle-aged man let out a bellow so loud that could wake any deadhead Democrat.

"WHOA! OH ABSOLUTELY, IT'S ALL ON ME SIR!" KG3 swiftly cast a look at his handler, who was now gripping his right hand firmly.

"HEY!" She spoke softly. "Take it easy, dear. We do not share the same principles as these dishonourable scum-bags. Understood?"

"Will you be signing your personal release?"

"Regarding the intel?"

"NAH-DAH! ME?"

Meredith charged ahead. "NAH-DAH! Don't be foolish, you... fool!"

"I had no intelligence on their operations!"

"I understand, hon! They have tracked your every move since the moment you entered this world. This isn't something new, Davie! Simply relax. Understood?

"And they foun...!"

"Cease immediately, KG3! I am serious." She whispered loudly as she drew his wrist closer to her side.

"I'm fucked! I'm so f...!"

"NO YOU ARE NOT! CEASE NOW... NECROPANDER!"

Fritz slipped backward slightly. "Ah. Hey guys, please don't start that nonsense again! Not in here! Please!"

"But he's going to bring me back to the depths... and... and I...!" KG3's voice suddenly transformed into a deep, commanding growl, "ET NON STANDA AD VITIUM MATRE FUCKERS REMISSI! EVASIT!"

"SIT DOWN AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH, RIGHT NOW... BEAREZMATH!"

In an instant young aviator snapped out of it and quickly re-took his seat in a proper military manner. "Are you into modeling, Carl?" He smiled like a 13 year old on a new adventure.

Meredith gave the Lt. Col. a dark look. "I sure hope that you fucking people are satisfied now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You relentless bastards won't stop until you've taken him down... am I right? You want him dead. Is that it?"

"Understand that is not our objective, ma'am." Jamie offered a determined smile. "So... let's avoid that path, shall we?"

"Fuck you!" She hissed viciously. "My Davie shall not be the one leading in your... expletive purple reign! NOR AT... this moment! NOR AT... any time!"

Meredith was now standing tall and wide shouldered. "Let us ensure that this is well understood... shall we?"

"Relax... ma'am! Please!" Stressed Fritz.

"You... fucking assholes are going tah... fuck around to much and we are ALL going to be... fucking dead!" She vehemently warned. "Got it?"

end of act I

Act II

"Whoa there! Stop throwing tantrums like you're auditioning for a role in a toddler drama!" The mean lady screamed! Then she became calm once again. "Well, that certainly didn't do any damage!"

"BULL CRAP! They are my eyes; I declare it burns like hell, Meredith!"

"Make sure to keep that ointment in your eyes, Davie! It’ll give your peepers a little lift!" The mean lady was insistent on keeping her prisoner spread out on the grass. Then she lost it and tumbled onto her right side on the damp lawn giggling!

"Make sure you clean up before coming in!" Bill couldn't help but laugh as he passed the two misfits at the navy squadron's VXE-6 hangar in Christ Church, New Zealand.

"Hey what's going on Killer?" Greeted KG3 with a big grin.

"Hello, Bill! How is the wife?"

"Mine's doing just fine Meredith... how's your's?"

"OH SHUT UP YOU NASTY BUZZARD!" The young officer bellowed. "I fall for that stupid thing everytime!"

"So, here's the deal: I know that you know that I know, right Meredith?"

"CEASE AND DESIST, YOU LITTLE MENACE!" The young flight officer in uniform erupted in a fit of giggles. "That totally scrambles my brain!"

KG3 supervisor let out a mighty roar just for kicks! "It really leaves the extraterrestrial brain scratching its head, doesn't it!"

There was a slight pause in space and time.

"Hey, Meredith. All serious. Stop exposing your eyes to the world. Okay?"

"OH SHIT!" She spat as she put her sunglasses back on.

"It's ok." Confirmed Bill.

"Do you have any notion of when you might encounter Miss Goodie once more?"

"No. Should I?”

Meredith shrugged her slender shoulders with an air of innocence. "How am I supposed to know?"

"Do you all need a moment to yourselves?" Laughed Davie as he rolled over and sat up. "You two are weird, man! Who's Miss Goodie?"

"Melanie Gambol Goodall."

There was a slight pause in space and time.

"Oh. Her. The Reanimator. She doesn't like me."

Bill's face lit up as he heard the foolish statement. "You are an idiot. You and I both know that she relies on you."

KG3 wiped the loose grass off the knees of his green polar flight suit. "And we are moving to enter a new age, right? What are they calling it? Into the era of man's fullness. Right?"

"The age of man's wholeness is what she said. Whatever that's supposed to mean."

Meredith glared as she looked up, "What are you doing, Davie? Those people are evil decanters, you remember?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm not allowed to remember anything that I... fucking choose! Let's get serious, dude! Shall we?"

"I simply adore it when he talks nasty to me!" Giggled Meredith as she let Bill help her up. "Will you two shut up!" He chuckled in response.

"Ever get the feeling that you're being watched, hon?"

"Ya. I do. So, here's the deal: I know that you know that I know, right Meredith!"

The young gorgeous officer said, smiling softly. "Bill suggested that you shut up! But I, on the other hand... demand it!"

"I simply adore it when she talks nasty to me!"

"SHIT!" Laughed Bill. "Have you observed that you have been designated for the Willy Field closeout?"

"I've seen. Who was the individual responsible for that?"

"I assume OP'S." Bill replied with a stoic shrug of his shoulders. "You do each year, right?"

As a result, KG3 displayed a confident smile. "I believe that to be the case. Affirmative. I find the inherent challenges intriguing. By all that's holy! By all that's holy! I yield to its formidable power." A shadow of darkness flickered in KG3's gaze. "Oh how I cherish it deeply."

"NEGATIVE, YOU WILL NOT! SNAP OUT OF IT, DAVIE!" Shaking KG3's right shoulder, Meredith scowled sharply, "Don't let him drift like that, Bill!"

"Attention! Rise and shine, space cadet!"

"Attention! I'm right here everyone!" Responded KG3, all glassy eyed.

"He catches me off guard when he does that. Take care of his eyes. I have to go in."

"Are you back with me, hon? Say something!"

"So, if you’re counting, one “score” is like 20 years. Therefore, when someone says “four score and seven,” they’re really just trying to impress you with their math skills by saying it’s 87 years. Who knew history could be so math-tastic? This is a reference to the Continental Congress adopting the language of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776 – 87 years, 4 months, and 16 days before Lincoln gave his famous speech."

Bill froze in place witnessing Meredith freeze in place as well.

"Ha, ha! Just kidding!" Chuckled KG3.

"You're pretty strange, Dave." Laughed Bill as he departed the scene. "You are aware of that right?"

"Kilo... pay close attention to me, okay! Melanie is known as a harvester, and she cannot invade your reality." Meredith was feeling stressed. "She is described as an energy vampire, and she will do nothing but harm to your existence. She understands you're the lost paradise child. The sole survivor that fled Pandaemonium."

The young officer clutched KG3 with her left hand. "You were placed there by God, based on your trial and tribulation. A testing of faith verse distrust verse fear. Father was testing your confidence in yourself. Please be aware of this."

The young flight officer now grasped the aviator by the shoulders. "You must resist! You were placed there solely as a test of your trust in our God and as a leader for Christ Jesus. Understood? Yes?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"YOU... MUST... RE... SIST! Hear me, please. You are now the Master at Arms fore our Glorious Christ Jesus! You are...!"

Meredith slowly let go a stepped back, surprising even Davie.

"Fore you are the... "INDESTRUCTIBLE... "MASTER OF WAR!" She roared with an electrifying bolt of vigor and lust fore victory!

Suddenly KG3 smiled with a passionate winked, accompanied with a hidden message fore some unlucky mother fucker's in the near future.

"Jeg kommer foran dig beskidte, rådne, lortemor! Og jeg kommer til at ødelægge din modbydelige tilværelse!" Hissed Davie, for no reason.

Then suddenly...!

"Yes, of coarse." Out of nowhere, Davie's eyes went all glassy, like a deer caught bleeding droplets of blood in the headlights view of this reality.

His delicate brain took another unexpected vacation.

"I shall not... return! I... I kn... I KNOW WHO I AM! AND... I'm officially declaring myself a hermit! And stay out of the woods after dark. Fore I carry the right rib of Christ, and I come to yea in all good faith. I have to help those innocent, poor people!"

"You are so damned, sweet!" Smiled lMeredith as she tilted her head like a curious puppy. "So... why not the forests? What's the deal with the great outdoors?"

Suddenly, Davie burst into laughter. "Grandfather claims that there are engines hidden within those woods!" His eyes thereafter begun to burn intensely causing the Major to be that much more concerned about his current health status. Bill stood silently as he glanced at Meredith do the same.

The Major was dumbfounded with a look stuck in time. "Run along to work... don't be a late sweetie!" She advised with a kind, caring motherly grin.

The two aviation crewmates laughed as Bill watched KG3 entered the left side door of the supply office at the front entry to the rear of the aircraft hangar.

"You look perplexed." He smiled and approached the airport food service van. "Remember one very crucial point about Matt." He provided it in a quick and reasonable tone.

Meredith stepped out from behind the glass display case and delicately removed three strawberry/lemon drop crumpets, asking, "Who?"

Killer gave a strange laugh. "I call Dave... Matt! And you refer to Matt as... Kilo! Now... you tell me what the hell I'm saying!"

Meredith gave a pleased sigh. "He has a pet name too!"

"AH... Okay. It is crucial to bear in mind that Matt's statements should never be dismissed without consideration." He was adamant. "Certain statements he makes currently correlate with a significant event in our future. We are just now discovering that."

There was a slight pause in space and time.

"Yes, I am cognizant of that, Bill. This is the reason I am employed in this... shall we say, significant position."

Bill froze in his tracks. "That's what I figured Major. I wasn't born yesterday and the higher ups trust me a great deal with sensitive material." He turned and just walked off. "Please be careful! Good day to ya, ma'am."

End of act II

Act III

"WHY ME?"

"Oh, come on! You really have to hear this! This can be our tiny, top-secret adventure!"

"Fug-outta-here!" replied KG3 flashed a grin and tried his best to pretend his superior officer was a particularly chatty piece of furniture. "What cha got in mind? Friend!"

"Quit messing around, Davie! I'm not kidding! What's your take on the thought?" Meredith flashed an infectious smile that could light up a room—if'en only it didn’t come with a side of mischief and a... foe-king court marshal a boot!

"I'll turn you into a household name!"

Davie suddenly looked up, now slightly embarrassed. "That sounds very comforting, dear! Fug-outta-here!"

There came a sudden pause within space and time.

"Nah... I was just fool'n about!"

Meredith sat there, twiddling her thumbs and dreaming of rainbows and unicorns, all while waiting for something—anything—to happen.

"What do you think?"

"I think that that guy over there just shot me a grin that could light up this whole... foe-king room!" Davie let out a hearty chuckle. "Oh, you just can't resist stirring the pot, can you Meredith? You be so stup-ted, ger-ble!" Laughed Davie, playfully.

The charming secretary smirked and walked up to KG3 from behind, seemingly out of nowhere. "Are you Major...!" she asked nervously. 

Suddenly, the young Nordic officer snapped to attention. "MATHEWS!" she exclaimed with a mischievous grin. "Why yes... that be me!" she said with a playful giggle. "My apologies. We were just kidding before an...! Nevermind. Yes, be that I. I mean, yes."

"The directors are ready to grace you with their presence! I hope the wait wasn't like watching paint dry!"

"Absolutely not, Ma'am! The overnight drag-out was a blast!" KG3 flashed a grin as he shuffled over to his lifeless feet. "Fuck me, man!" He chuckled.

"This must be a very special meeting, it's nearly impossible to see our directors without the proper and prior permission of your government. Quite the exclusive gathering! The government's golden ticket, aye?" The secretary nodded enthusiastically, then did a dramatic about-face as if auditioning for a role in a spy movie. "You must be one significant mother-clucker!" She let out a giggle, giving her attractive, hot hips a little twist.





Novel in process.

STOP PUTTING KFC IN DAH... FOE-KING COMMENTS ATH-HOE!!! IT'S KG3!!!!!
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