Good Morning Ted and Jody:
While summer is back with a vengeance, boaters on the lake, campers at the campgrounds and the mosquitoes organized for their summer onslaught, the photo opportunities are scant. I did run into a fog bank the other morning and got a shot of the sun at the edge of it and a squadron of geese flew over while I was paying attention (for a change). This late in the year, I thought it odd so many geese were in formation heading north. Summer is guaranteed thought the 5th of June.
On my many trips nowhere every day, I am glued to the television (the bike is boring that the television helps motivate me to peddle harder to get past the speculation and occasional news stories they slip in). I hear a lot about smoke and innuendo and possible leads. However, I think everyone misses the big picture. During the past political campaign, the intelligence agencies announced that Russia was meddling. It seems to me that is the story and issue. How did they interject themselves into the campaign (hackers and planted material and the like), and how can we prevent it the next time? Yes, I know that generals always fight the last war (the one they know). But, why make it easy for them the do it to other democracies and to us again by not laying it all out and taking steps to make it much more difficult the next time. I figure it is bad enough having a source of fake news coming out of the White House, why also allow less than friendly nations to structure our decisions.
I trust this finds you healthy, happy and not listening to the fake news out of the White House.
Warmest regards, Ed
Fiction in 897 Words by T. Edward Westen, 2017
Special Agent Fleishman, Outreach Agent Simmons. Agent White, Detective Philipson, Captain Batan, and Edith Gunderson materialized in Edith Gunderson’s office. Edith Gunderson said, “I thought we were going after the kidnappers. “
Outreach Agent Simmons said, “We should have had them in that old lady’s kitchen. But we didn’t have a plan; and, they got away. I thought we needed to have a plant this time. Keep it simple, each one of us in the ATI grab the nearest person so they can’t pivot. You,” pausing and looking confused, “Captain, why are you carrying that shotgun?”
“I thought it best to hold on to it,” replied Captain Batan placing the shotgun on the conference table in Edith Gunderson’s office, “until we got out of there. By the way, the ‘old lady’ as you called her is the mother of the two suspects that got away, Momma Seams.”
“OK, good,” said Outreach Agent Simmons. “Anything else?”
Special Agent Fleishman said, “Captain, you, Detective Philipson and Ms. Gunderson, be sure not to touch the fugitives or anyone else we find there as you do not have the implants and cannot detain them. Indeed, you could end up anywhere at any time. Caution.”
Captain Batan, Detective Philipson, and Edith Gunderson looked at one another and all murmured agreement to watch what they touched.
“Right then,” said Outreach Agent Simmons, “we are off.” All six disappeared from Edith Gunderson’s office.
Materializing in a room
in which the Seams brothers were paying attention to a man with a goatee and scar over his left eye, Special Agent Fleishman put his hand on Walter Seams. Outreach Agent Simmons placed his hand on Wilbur Seams. Agent Amanda White put her hand through the man with a goatee and scar over his left eye.
“Why Agent White, had I known you would coming I would have arranged to be here in person,” said the man with the goatee and scar over his left eye. “I have so wanted to meet you in person. However, a bit of light and air is all I could manage this time. Perhaps next time I will, err, feel the long arm of the law.”
“How do you know me, Sir?” asked Agent White.
“Ah, but you are too clever for me to give you any clues,” replied the hologram of the man in the goatee and scar over his left eye. The hologram slung his arm to encompasses the Seams brother being held by ATI agents and said, “You managed to track down these two arch-criminals. And, once they start singing like, how is it put, ah, yes, like canaries, you will be hot on my trail. So, no names, no clues and I bid you adieu.” The hologram vanished.
Walter Seams shook his finger at his brother. “See, I told you he wasn’t real.”
Special Agent Fleishman asked Walter, “Did you always meet him here?”
Wilbur Seams yelled, “Don’t tell them nothing Walter. They can’t prove nothing.”
Outreach Agent Simmons said, “Now, now. A strip search will prove otherwise.”
Using his elbow, Wilbur attempted to hit Outreach Agent Simmons who only tightened his grip on Wilbur’s shoulder.
Special Agent Fleishman said, “Johnathon, what say we take these two back you your place and give them a shot?”
Outreach Agent Simmons nodded and the eight of them disappeared.
Materializing in the room at ATI Headquarters used for setting implants,
Outreach Agent Simmons turned to Agent White, “A syringe, please. You know the color I want?”
Agent White went to the wall and opened the cupboard. Making a show of selecting a syringe she returned to where Wilbur was attempting to struggle in Outreach Agent Simon’s grasp. Outreach Agent Simmons used his free hand to hold up Wilbur Seam’s arm and Agent White inserted the syringe and pushed the plunger to the accompaniment of Wilbur screaming bloody hell. Then Agent White started to laugh.
Then Agent White started to laugh.
Wilbur Seams looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes. “When I get loose, I’ll . . .”
Agent White interrupted him. “Let him go, Johnathon, let’s see if he can handle a frail woman. I haven’t had my workout today; and, it has been hours since I killed anyone.”
Outreach Agent Simmons released Wilbur who shrank to the ground whining.
Outreach Agent Simmons went to the cupboard and picked out a syringe and approached Walter Seams. “Walter, it is your turn.” Outreach Agent Simmons lifted Walter Seams’ arm and injected him.
Walter Seams looked surprised, turned to his brother still writhing on the floor and said, “Say, that didn’t hurt a bit.” This caused Wilbur to moan louder.
Walter turned towards Special Agent Fleishman and asked, “What was that anyway?”
Special Agent Fleishman started counting, “One, two, three, four, five, six. That my friend,” he said releasing Walter Seams” is the injection for quickly removing time travel implants. Try to pivot?”
“What is pivot?” asked Walter Seams.
“It is what we call it when we travel in time and space using our brain,” replied Special Agent Fleishman. “Try to go someplace.”
Walter Seams looked a bit confused. He twisted this way and that and finally said, “I can’t.”
Special Agent Fleishman said, “And you never will again unless someone takes you some place.” He paused and said, “I think this means you need our protection against the man in the goatee with a scar over his eye.”