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Monday, June 17, 2013

But What About The Children...?

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Hey ya'll I ain't even gonna sidestep the issue; I know not the slightest thing to blog about tonight. Between all that E3 coverage and some recent changes in my life i'm just kinda all over the place trying to figure stuff out. As such I present to you a story that a friend of a friend started writing so to speak. Check it out and let me know what you think in the comments if he is off to a good start. Well please do enjoy and leave your feedback...


If you were in a helicopter flying high above the Miami landscape, or in a plane taking off from or coming in to land at MIA (The Miami International Airport), you might have seen 4 child sized white statues at the top of a pretty tall skyscraper.

You definitely would not have seen the much smaller kid. He was sitting in a quaint yoga posture with his legs folded beneath his tiny body. He was beneath a small tent-like structure that was erected from what seemed to be a handkerchief. He had removed it from his back pocket, unfolded it and threw it to the ground. It had expanded and was ready for use in less than 3 seconds. It had changed it’s color to match the roof. He had crawled in and assumed his working position. As he started unpacking his equipment, his enclosure closed around him and finally fully blended in with the roof. Even if you were walking on the roof, you would not know it was there until you tripped over it.

This Kid’s name was Benjamin, although everybody, the lazy dumbos they were all called him Ben. Ben was extremely tiny for his announced age of 6. That did not matter one bit though as he was pure genius and could outperform any adult genius, blindfolded with an old Intel Pentium machine with 32 Kilobytes of RAM. Ben did not have a Pentium Machine tonight though. He had a state of the art laptop with all the silent bells and whistles imaginable plus a few more features. He pushed power and it was up in 6 seconds. It connected to the satellites he had gained access to the previous night. These will give him access to everything he needed for tonight’s party.

He opened his communications kit, a small credit card sized case. It was thin enough to double as a credit card and sure enough, the magnetic stripe and the visa logo were present and accounted for. He was sure it worked, but he had no time to waste right now.
He removed a 1 inch x 1 inch item, olive in color, with one side gently adhesive. He gently attached this item behind his left ear. It matched his olive skin perfectly and was rendered invisible. This was not really necessary, however, as His straight black hair always hung over his ears.

He took out the other device. It looked like was a small cap, sort of like a dunce cap of olden times. It had no color though and he had to look at it really hard to see it. He positioned this onto his left incisor. Like the first device, this device was completely invisible against his perfectly white teeth.

He bit twice, knocking his top and bottom rows of teeth together. This activated his device and he heard a gentle beep. He was always amazed at how he seemed to hear it in both ears, although he had only stuck the earpiece behind one ear.

As he did this, he was glancing over the profile for tonight’s mission. It seemed simple enough. There was a very special child being held in this building and his unique abilities was being used for very bad things.

They had all reviewed the profile in transit and had it completely memorized long before they got dropped onto the roof.

Ben looked over everything one last time and double checked it against the infrared diagram he received from an overhead satellite he had access to. This was Ben’s first field mission and he knew it had to be perfect.

“Gabriel, are you ready?” Ben asked, as if talking to himself.
“Ready and waiting.” Gabriel replied quickly.
Alright. Stand by” Ben responded as he initiated

Gabriel, or Gabby as he is called by everybody but ‘Benjamin’ was impatient. At 8 years old, he was the youngest and smallest of the action team. He would initiate tonight’s mission. Although he was standing perfectly still with not even his eyes moving, in his head he was jumping all over the place in impatience.
Gabby’s red hair, a curly mess atop his head, moved gently with the wind, although even if a normal person was standing very close to him, they would not have been able to see. The color of his hair was a sharp contrast to his pale white skin and his green eyes. In the old days, he had been teased mercilessly until  all somebody’s fingers got torn off his hand. He was left alone then.

“Gabriel, go” whispered in his ears. Without hesitation, he ran and dove headfirst off the roof.

Gabby loved this free-fall feeling and enjoyed every second until he had to stop himself outside a glass wall of the skyscraper.

“I’m at mark,” Gabby said, while he took out the next tool he needed from his bag and readied it.

In a second, Ben gave Gabby the confirmation to proceed. Gabriel placed the device on the glass and initiated the sequence. In 3 seconds, there was an opening just large enough for him to get through horizontally. The device literally "ate the glass" and then folded back into its pocket sized form. He tucked it back into his small backpack and punched out a code on his ‘watch’ he wore around his wrist. He rose a few inches and paused. He quickly pushed away from the building with his feet and swung back with flawless precision launching himself through the opening with his body in a straight line. As he swung in, the almost invisible cord that had supported him in the air and stopped his free-fall detached and he landed gracefully in a crouching position.

It felt so good to be starting tonight’s fun.

“I'm in, proceeding to objective" he said in a low voice, running off very quickly, following the map in his mind. He had memorized the profile like all the kids, but he had a significant advantage. He smiled to himself, happy that his abilities that once labeled him as a freak of nature were finally becoming useful.

His ‘spidey sense’ as he calls it, gave him some info and a few blips on his map at almost the same instant Ben’s voice spoke in his ear.

"There are 3 guards on out level. Do you see them?”

Gabriel kept his speed and silently ran up on the first guard, jumped and broke the guard's neck, without losing a second. He followed his internal map to the other two and took care of them as quickly as the first with demonic precision. ‘Angel of Death’ was what almost everybody referred to Gabby as and that is no understatement…

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Monday, January 28, 2013

It's A Lazy Monday

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Hey y'all it's Monday; I know everyone hates Monday's but I hope my blog can be at least one good thing you can look forward to on a Monday. Today i'm going to switch things up a bit; some people close to me might have seen this already while to others this will be a new experience. Today I will be sharing a bit of myself with you as I let you read a story I wrote once upon a time ago. I'm hoping you like it and its something that will pull you in for an enjoyable ride; i'm thinking i'll let you have the first two pages and you can comment if you liked it or not and that will determine if I post another two pages or more. Honestly I was supposed to write about "changes" today but work has be run down and tired so I don't want to write something I don't put my all into for you guys.




Equivalent Exchange

It was the summer of 2009; if hell was the hottest place imaginable to the mind, then living through this heat was as close as one could get being alive. It was a blisteringly hot evening, as had become the norm during this summer heat wave that had taken hold of Japan. People walking, would randomly look up as if looking to see the sky open up and quench the earth with a shower of rain to take the intense heat away; but sadly the more they looked up, the hotter it seemed to get. From the school kids with the opened blazers and hiked up skirts, to the business men with unbuttoned collars, to the senior citizens with battery operated portable hand fans; everyone was doing their best to deal with the sweltering heat.
As Nika walked off the sidewalk and into the train station, the rousing aroma of fallen cherry blossoms scattered on the ground and being trampled upon by the heavy flow of pedestrians lingered on her olfactory system. She had grown accustomed to that sweet aroma, but the heat that accompanied it was not as pleasurable. It had been four years since she had moved to Japan; yet it all felt so foreign to her. As she stood there on the train platform waiting for the 4 p.m. train to Kyoto, she thought to undo the top two buttons of her blouse to help cool down a bit. She began to gently place her custom-made brown leather attaché down by her feet; but as she did so and began to unbutton her collar, she noticed a small group of men just coming from work; no doubt heading to a karaoke bar in Kyoto watching her and conversing amongst each other. This behavior in and of itself was nothing new to Nika; she had started maturing both mentally and physically at a very young age and as such began to inadvertently command the attention of the opposite sex. Normally she would go along and give a little show and tease them to wet their appetite but with all the heat and her day at work she just didn't feel like it, she just wanted to get on the Shinkansen to Kyoto and relax for a bit on her way home. As the Shinkansen rumbled into the station right on time, she just scoffed at the group of men as she took up her attaché; and proceeded to board the train.
Inside the train was air-conditioned; a perfect haven for those trying to get away from the hot summer heat wave that had Japan in its fiery grasp. Everywhere you looked, you could see people showing signs of fatigue from the relentless heat and a wide array of ways to try and cope with the heat. As Nika sat there in her seat on the crowded Shinkansen going into Kyoto; she couldn’t help but drift off into the depths of her mind. As she sat there seemingly staring out the window of the train admiring the rapidly passing foliage; no one could tell that this young lady was actually deep in thought, replaying the major events of the past eight years of her life  that had inevitably led her to the current path she had chosen to walk down. 
This was the only time that she had to herself; this daily train ride reflection was her ritualistic means of introspection after another boring day at work pretending to be something she was not. She longed for the day when she could be herself and not have to be something she was not; it was as if everyday a little piece of her died and was swept away with the hustle and bustle of the city. Always having to be alert and have a watchful eye for occurrences outside of the norm that might indicate they had gone back on the agreement. With a sudden jerk, the Shinkansen started to pull out of the station and begin its journey cross country to Kyoto; Nika placed her attaché underneath her seat and leaned back on the soft cushiony train seat. And so the ritual began; her dance with the past as she strolled down memory lane, wondering just what exactly had gotten her into this predicament.
Was it the fact that she had been an average girl but suddenly skyrocketed into the spotlight of popularity when she hit puberty, or maybe it was her parents who could never say no to her adorable little face growing up? Whatever it was, she had grown into a strong willed and manipulative woman that always knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She had always been that way since high school, she was head cheerleader, head of the science club and upon graduation school and district valedictorian. Nika in one form or another was always commanding the respect or attention of her peers around her, whether through academia or through envy.
As she sat there mulling over the endless possibilities that had gotten her to this stage in her life, she couldn’t help but dwindle on the memory of Brett Davis. His piercing blue eyes and beach blonde bowl cut hair, he was the intellectual type but somehow he had the body of an athlete. He was the type of man to always be punctual, whether for work or recreation, never to be seen slovenly dressed or displaying outlandish and boorish behavior. Brett held him-self accountable to high standards, he set for himself both in and out of the workplace. He stood at a whopping 6 feet 2 inches and you felt like a small plant in his presence. His charming and witty demeanor lifted you to his level so you never viewed him as overbearing or felt inferior to him. He was what many would call a man’s man, at first glance you would be wary if not intimidated by his demeanor as he commanded a high level of respect as soon as he entered any room, however once you engaged him in conversation it was easy to tell that he meant you no ill will and was an excellent conversationalist. Brett flipped her world eight years ago to the day; but its presence in her mind felt like it had just happened yesterday...

So what do you guys think of my story...?
(more to come possibly)

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