The Adventures of Stevie #110
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, in Spring of year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #110 "A Capitol Idea"
Dear Carlos,
Father came to pick us up for the mission, but we went into Rod's
parents' bedroom for the briefing first. A special agent was injured,
and in the hospital. He couldn't talk. We needed to find out what he
knows about a bombing which might happen soon. That was why the
Director asked me to help. I knew there would be more. So did father
and Rod. If we found information which needed action, I would do it. I
tried to get as much more information about the agent's personality as
I could, while I was trying to remember him from his interview. I asked
father to call the hospital to make sure the agent was as conscious as
possible. I needed him to be able to think clearly. We got in the car
and drove to the hospital. I was in the back seat with Rod, who was
hugging me. We both knew this was going to be bad for me. I would have
to feel the agent's pain with him, to get anything from him, and I was
going to be the cause of the pain, because I needed him clear headed.
That meant he could have very little pain medication.
The agent was shot in the chest. He had tubes and wires all over him.
He was awake, and in a lot of pain. I said to him, "Len, this won't
take long. I know you can't talk. Don't worry about that. I'm going to
try a different kind of communication. It's secret, so you have to
promise you won't tell anybody about it, even your boss. I know. When
you get better. Yes, I know what you feel, even if you don't say
anything. First, I'm going to do something for your pain." I put my
hand on his head and pushed his pain away from his thinking and feeling
part of his mind. He knew it was still there, but it didn't bother him
so much. It bothered me a little, because I didn't know I could do that
to other people. Then I drew his picture on a pad of paper. It was VERY
hard to do, to make it look like the real person when he looked
healthy, and charm it at the same time, because he didn't look like
that now.
Then I set up the communication system, and briefed my team on it. I
would use the drawing to contact Len. Then Rod would contact me with
his card of me which he brought with him, and he would write down the
information I would get from Len. I would be concentrating too hard to
do that myself. Father would stand by to break the connections if
something went bad. I tried to contact Len with his picture. It didn't
work. I tried again with the stone on my forehead. That worked almost
too well. I almost got sucked into his pain. Then we could talk. I said
mentally +Hello, Len. I'm sorry to have to bother you while you are
injured, but we were told you might know something very important.+ He
said mentally +I didn't know this was possible!+ I said +Well, it's a
different kind of science than most people know about. Do you have
anything to tell us?+ I motioned Rod to connect to me, which he did. It
felt weird, being in the middle of that. Len said +Communist agents
planted some bombs in the Capitol building, set to go off while both
chambers of Congress are in session on Monday. I don't know how many
were successfully planted.+ I said +Do you know what kind of
explosives, and if they are on timers or radio controlled?+ He said
+Dynamite on clock timers. I don't know the locations in the building.
I was under cover with them, until I asked one too many questions. They
think I'm dead, so they would go ahead with their plans. The bombs
should already be in place now. The Communist tourists would have done
it during the regular tours today.+ Then he told us where we might find
the bombers, and as much else about them as he could.
Rod wrote all that down. He was going to give it to father, but I
told him not to through the connection. I told Len, +You can rest and
get better now. We will take care of the problem. You did all the
important work, hero. Thank you. You won't have as much pain as you
have now, the next time you wake up, and you will heal faster than
normal. Rest now." I disconnected, and I put my hand back on his head,
and gave him a big shot of healing and love energy, and then made him
sleep. I called in the doctor, and told him, "He will sleep without
pain for about 5 hours. Please medicate him for pain before he wakes
up." Then our team went to a different empty room to talk.
First, I cried a little. Rod hugged me. I told father, "It was hard.
I felt what he felt. He is a REAL hero." Then I let Rod give father
what he wrote down. Then I said to father, "I don't mean to tell you
mean to. There needs to be 2 teams. One to go after the bad guys, and
one to find the bombs. I think there might be trouble getting them to
tell us where the bombs are, even if they are captured alive, which
they might not be, in time before they go off. I know how to find the
bombs before then. We 3 need to be on the bomb team, and get to work as
soon as possible." Father made the arrangements for all that. The bomb
team would get to work Sunday morning. Rod and I would sleep at
father's place, so we could be ready early. Rod told his parents he
would be home later on Sunday.
Rod and I shared a bedroom, and a bed. We didn't do anything except
hug and kiss. He knew how hard it was on me to do what I did with Len.
The love Rod gave me was more than physical, and it was what I wanted
and needed. We slept well, and got up in the morning before father did,
and did some better kissing and ball paying. Then we got dressed in our
kind of special work clothes. And went to the kitchen for some
breakfast. Father came in and had some too.
We drove to the Capitol, which was closed for "repairs". There was a
bomb team there, with some trucks, and two trucks with the dogs. The
boss of the bomb squad had a sample of dynamite with him, which I had
asked for. We all went inside the main entrance, and had a meeting.
Father told them about the bomb problem, and said, "What we will be
doing must be a secret. Not just from the public, but our techniques
are top secret. Do all of you understand?" They said they did. Then
father pointed to me and said "He is in charge. Do whatever he wants,
no matter how strange it may seem."
I said to the dog handlers, "Release the dogs." They tried to object.
Father cut them off by taking out his gun and pointing it at them and
saying, "Follow his orders exactly, or I will find someone who will
live to do it." They got the message and did it. They were very
surprised the dogs didn't run away. I had control of them. I made them
all sit in a row, and asked the bomb expert who had the sample of
dynamite, to let each dog sniff it. He did, and I said to the dogs,
"Find it!" I told them something more, silently. Only one dog to a
bomb. They had to find their own. 7 dogs found bombs. I called the
other three back, and told father the results. I told the bomb people
they could find the bombs where the barking dogs are. They did, and
disarmed them, and brought them back. I told each dog to follow his
bomb back to us. Then I let the dogs play with me and Rod for their
reward. They loved it.
The dog handlers wanted to know how I did what I did with them, until
father looked mean at them and put his hand on his gun. After the bombs
were made safe and put in a truck for detonation somewhere else, I took
the bomb squad leader aside and said, "Those dogs will remember the
scent of the explosive. If you want to use a dog again, just let him
smell the sample again, and say 'find it', and he will do exactly that.
Better keep him on a leash, or you might lose him. If he does find a
bomb, you HAVE to play with him right away for his reward, or he might
not work for you the next time. If you use him a lot, he will remember
the sample smell more, and you won't need to use it." He said "Thank
you VERY much. This will save lives." I said "If you want to train
other dogs to do this, for ANY kind of specific scent, like a different
explosive, or for dead people, it should be for only one scent per dog,
and you have to do a lot of training. I have a gift which made it
faster this time." He thanked me again, and we all left. They kept the
Capitol closed Monday, just in case. There were no explosions.
Father drove Rod and me back to Rod's house. It was still morning,
and his family wasn't back from church yet, so we had the house for
ourselves, we guessed for 2 hours. We sat around in his bedroom for a
while. It was boring. And we hadn't squirted in almost a whole day. We
fixed that. We were dressed again before the rest of the family came
in. We all had a good time as a family, and then had supper. Goodbyes
were hard. Most for Bill and Tony, with each other. They cried. So did
the rest of us, for them. We all hugged and kissed, and made promises
to get together again soon. I expect that to be very interesting. And
fun.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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