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Stream of consciousness Sunday: The Accumulator, part thirty four…

The weather has allowed me to write alfresco again this week, so today’s SoCS post comes to you from the garden, serenaded by screaming children and lawnmowers, where we continue this story with a little help from Linda G Hill and her prompt;

” “language.” Use it any way you’d like. “

Seems straightforward enough…

The Accumulator, part thirty four.

Scene: Inside the black van.
Patrick is driving, Carlisle and Adam are in the back.
Adam sits behind Patrick with his gun trained on Carlisle, who is handcuffed to a leg of the long bench seat which runs down the opposite side of the van.

We get a long, slow pan of the van’s interior, and as the shot returns to Patrick’s profile, he turns, grins at the camera and stretches his hand out to us. A hand reaches from just out of shot to take his, which is when we realise we are seeing this from Cathy’s POV.

Then we get a title screen:

“We did it, we pulled it off!”

Patrick’s eyes shine with excitement and he is clearly elated as he laughs and turns his attention back to the road ahead and the director cuts to the view out of the passenger window, Cathy’s reflection overlaying the passing shops and houses…

…as a new voiceover fades in, only this time it’s Cathy’s voice we hear;

We did it, alright, but if he knew who “we” were, I doubt he’d be so thrilled.

It always amazes me that, no matter how many times we escape the clutches of The Department by the skin of our teeth, it never occurs to him to wonder how exactly they found us in the first place. I mean, ok; most people do assume a sinister global counter-intelligence organisation is somehow omniscient and all-seeing, but as long as you’re careful it isn’t hard to disappear, if you really want to.

He’d never think to suspect someone who was essentially his hostage, an unwilling accomplice to his escape from Braithwaite and his twisted little science project.
Someone who went through all the shit with him, who put up with all the danger and violence, someone who struggled with learning a new language every time they had to flee another home, someone who had never handled a gun until all this madness began, let alone killed people with one.

As far as he knew, anyway.

We never thought he would prove so adaptable, that was the problem. He learnt to harness and control his power far sooner than we originally anticipated, but we decided to run with it, to see how far he could get without raising suspicion.

At first we tried to have a team on him at all times, just in case he did something too public to be ignored, but we underestimated him from the start and the stunt at the quarry put him a few steps ahead of us for a while. It was touch and go for a while there, until we managed to reestablish contact, I don’t mind telling you.

But by then it would have made it too obvious, tracing him to Europe so quickly, and the decision was made to leave him in place while he wasn’t a threat and take him out after he’d become complacent.

Which would have been fine, (he’s a nice enough guy to shack up with, after all, and it’s not like living the simple life in the french countryside for a few years was a hardship) except then they screwed up the hit at the harbour and he got all bloody gung-ho about going back home to exact his awful revenge.
I really thought we’d have to take him out then, before he did some serious damage to the programme but, amazingly, it actually worked rather well in our favour.

Ok, the business at the hospital did cause a bit of a stir in the media for five minutes, but the pros far outweighed the cons when all the wrinkles were finally ironed out of that one; Braithwaite dead, Patrick arrested and under suspicion, Subject:Beta a publicly wanted man, (I can’t get used to calling him “Adam”, he’s a failed experiment, that’s all) all of which make for perfectly legitimate reasons for either of them to suffer unfortunate accidents, should the need arise.

And, frankly, we’re beyond that point now.
Subject:Beta is displaying much greater aptitude than Patrick did at this point, or has even exhibited thus far, for that matter. More worryingly, he seems to have evolved an almost unlimited potential for Accumulation and is fast-developing abilities that even we didn’t foresee, leading me to conclude that termination with extreme prejudice was the only viable option.

Carlisle has always done sterling work for us in the past and I’m disappointed, to say the very least, at his performance on this job. He will certainly be facing disciplinary sanctions, if the recommendations I make in my next report are acted on.

But that’s by the way, first of all we have to work out how to get this situation back under our control, then we can decide how best to dispose of Patrick and Carlisle, once we know there’s a way to contain Subject:Beta safely, preferably alive.

But we have Felix’s notes, all his records and equipment; even now The Department’s top medical teams are studying his work and researching new candidates for treatment, so it won’t be long before we can duplicate the good doctor’s work ourselves.

Then all three of them will all be expendable.

Our view out of the window changes, the shot narrowing until the wing mirror fills the screen.

We see Cathy’s reflection as she gazes at the passing scenery, then, as if she knows we’re watching her, she looks down, straight at us.

And she smiles, as the screen…

Cuts to black

*****

To be continued (using next week’s prompt)…

#SoCS

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March of the Internet Nobody, day eighteen, part two…

I finally got round to wading through a few e-mails today and happened to stumble upon a post from Luccia Gray over at Rereading Jane Eyre who had nominated me for the My First Post Revisited blog hop feature.

As it happens, I took part in a similar first post challenge not all that long ago and obviously there would be no point in reposting the same post again, especially since it was my second ever post which featured in that last challenge, as the first post on Diary of an Internet Nobody got inadvertently deleted in the intervening five years or so.

Following so far?

Well, I suggested to Luccia that she choose a number between 3 and 10 and I would then reblog the corresponding post from the archives for your reading pleasure.

She picked number 4, so the next post you see will be the fourth time I ventured forth into the blogosphere.

I also have to nominate five other bloggers to (if they so choose) take part in the blog rewind and here are my five nominees:

My Silver Streaks

The Thoughts of Life and Me

Willow dot 21

It Is What It Is

Joeyfully Stated

Pop over and check out their blogs, too, while you’re here, there’s bound to be something to amuse, amaze or entertain you.
Up next, youthful high jinx in theatre land.

Prepare to go back in time…

 

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Reblog: Ash – Little Fears

Unable to locate a reblog button on Little Fears, I’ve had to resort to a link, (brilliant planning, I know) so please pop over and enjoy;

“ASH”

 

Reblog: Waiting on accidents

I like discovering new styles of fiction writing and there is something quirky and yet accessible about the way Stephen Baird spins a yarn.

Check him out with this post from his blog, Ordinary Handsome…

Ordinary Handsome

Me and Son Gundy are sitting in our lawn chairs, right here at the intersection of Yellow Road and St. Maggie’s. It is cold and it is snowing, and it’s only ten degrees. We lifted these chairs from Goodwill because no one was foolish enough to buy them. The manager – that would be Joe Bodine, him from over on Hiatt Street next to the old Courthouse – he helped us load them in the back seat, folded them proper so they wouldn’t get snarled. They’re decent enough chairs for when you’re sitting in the cold, waiting on accidents.

We pass a Thermos back and forth, and it’s filled with black coffee and Gram’s Special: two parts brandy and one part never-mind. We watch the cars slide through the intersection, brake lights flashing, but no pavement to grab hold because of the ice. The cars sometimes slide sideways, slide up…

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Reblog: Bacon Balsamic Onion Jam

Reblog: Bacon Balsamic Onion Jam

Reblog number one today is a post featuring something I absolutely HAVE to try.

So, whet your appetite and let’s see “What’s For Dinner Moms?”

What's for Dinner Moms?

I have an onion hating daughter who when I told her she would love this was adamant that she would NOT like this and didn’t know why I was making this.  I kept telling her she would. Needless to say when we had dinner tonight she was asking for more. Her brother looked at her and said, “You realize you are actually asking for more onions don’t you?” Yes. We all had to give her a good bit of ribbing over this.

Verdict:

This has the tart taste of the balsamic vinegar with a hint salty bacon flavor and a bit of sweetness from the onions themselves. We all loved this and could eat it plain with a just a fork.

I served this over bacon stuffed cheeseburgers but this would also be delicious on a toasted baguette for a different appetizer or even on a cheese platter to complement…

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Posted by on March 14, 2017 in Blogging, Guest spots.

 

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Reblog: OF ASSASSINATION & GITANES

The last of my opening salvo of reblogs this week is from a man with a truly unique style. His blog, The Drivellings of Twattersley Fromage is a glorious mixture of fiction, poetry and the sort of outright nonsense that Edward Lear would be proud of.

Here is a slice of wartime intrigue, from the always artfully articulate Mr Mike Steeden…

- MIKE STEEDEN -

gitanes

 ‘No other capital city in the world can do grey quite like London,’ her passing thought. A thought dismissed almost as soon as it arrived. For as of now, there was the little matter of the naked Ambassador lying as prone as prone could be, upon his back atop a plainly hideously expensive Afghan rug to attend to. Clearly, her stiletto heel dug into his pudgy chest bone was causing the gratifying discomfort intended. Moreover, that he knew exactly what was coming next. Not that he needed a clue, the silencer affixed to her pistol and aimed at his forehead was, regardless, the giveaway. Was that a tear in his eye? Mattered not. She wondered how he might beg for mercy had it been the case that he had not been adeptly gagged.  How so naked? Her trademark of course, her panache, her cultivated style.

“Gosh it’s so very bitter…

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Posted by on March 13, 2017 in Blogging, Fiction, Guest spots.

 

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Reblog: Unapologetically Yours

The second blogger I’d like to introduce you to this week is a young woman with a love for words, a positive outlook on life and a very obvious talent for writing.
This is a post from last week which I thought was especially powerful and shows that wisdom and a social conscience are not reserved for older writers.

Please show your appreciation for miss Nandini Bharadwaj…

Pages That Rustle

monday-musings

I haven’t been able to post since the dawn of March due to an illness and other unforeseen circumstances. All the while I was away, I was brainstorming post ideas. Many of them were interesting and I’m pretty sure I’ll flesh them out soon, but only one made me think twice about writing it, for it wasn’t a ‘safe’ idea. The more I thought about it, the more it struck me as odd because I didn’t feel comfortable talking about whatever struck my fancy on my own blog. I’ve always been a cautious person and deep in my heart I can still sense a certain reluctance warring with my bolder side, begging me to reconsider.

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Posted by on March 13, 2017 in Blogging, Guest spots., Social comment

 

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