The Adventures of Stevie #150
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, after the Winter holidays of year 4 of
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #150 "Alice Embarrassed"
Dear Carlos,
I was in my office at work, going over the personal files of the
people in the Huston office, wondering if I should risk contacting one
of them, when I received a contact from Murphy. He said +We have a
match with one of Victoria's drawings. Number 42.+ I had my own set of
photos of the drawings and pulled that one from the stack. He looked a
little oriental, and from northern India, too. I said +Where are you?+
He said +About 10 miles out of the city, in a hotel we are using for a
remote staging area.+ I said +Are you alone?+ He said +Yes.+ I said +I
want you here for a conference. I can teleport you here if you agree.+
He said +Sure. That will be interesting.+ I said over the intercom to
Alice, "There are going to be some strange happenings. Don't worry,
it's not an attack, they are my fault." She said with a little laugh,
"This is new? Go ahead, I'm fine." I said to Murphy, +Close this
connection, and I'll bring you here.+ He did, and I did a silent
connection to him, and looked around the room he was in, so I could
remember it for when I sent him back to it. I told him to stand, and
then I pulled him to me, to stand in front of my desk. He said "Wow!" I
said "I hear that a lot." We grinned. He sat and we talked.
I said "Did you take the picture?" He said he didn't, and he never
saw him, either. I said "Very good. I don't want you to. You would
stick out to him like a clumsy carpenters thumb, with your open third
eye. He would notice it right away, and you looking at him. At anybody
doing that, which is why he is staring at the camera, in the picture.
You run the operation, but you have to stay away from it. You are the
best agent there, so you are the most valuable, and the most noticeable
to him. If he gets you, the whole operation could be lost. And I really
don't want you hurt in any way." He nodded at that.
I said, "Now I'm going to find out this guy's ancestry." I called Dr.
Knot, and said, "Our target is number 42. I'm porting a real photograph
of him to you. Please have copies made. Before that, have Pete look at
it, and tell us about him. I'm at my office. Please call as soon as you
have results." He said "Will do." We hung up. I said to Murphy, "Pete
is one of my classmates who is an expert in anthropology and ethnology.
I'm counting on him to help us with some information about our target.
It shouldn't take long. While we're waiting, tell me about the
operation." He did, and we discussed it. Dr. Knot called back and said,
"Pure Bhutanese, and of royal blood. I have copies of the photograph
for you here, as well." I said "Good. I see them. I'll port them to me.
Thanks. Goodbye." I grabbed the stack of photos, and ported them to my
desk. I told Murphy what Dr. Knot told me about the target. He said
"You have quite an operation, yourself." I said "Thanks. I wish we
didn't have to have it, but like I told a friend recently, the arms
race has no limits. We have to be better than our opponents, to beat
them, and I have to study hard, so I can beat the adept when we finally
meet. I don't like it, but the universe doesn't care about that."
I said "I will pass along the information we have. My father will
take care of that, with the State Department and such. He will be
contacting you if there is any change in plans. Is there anything you
would like to do here, before you go back?" He said "No, and I don't
want to be away from my team too long." I said "I know the feeling." We
stood, and I went around my desk and hugged him, and gave him love. He
hugged me too, and said "We'll get him. I know it." I said "Please take
care of yourself." Then I ported him back to his hotel room.
I went out to Alice's desk, and leaned against it. I said with a
little smile, "What's this about, 'This is new'.?" She looked a little
embarrassed and said, "I've learned to expect strange things where this
office is concerned." I said "I'm sorry for that." She said with a
grin, "Please don't be. I'm the envy of the whole building. I have a
great boss, who does some very interesting things, which makes my job
far from boring. They don't know the details, of course, but the rumors
are more than enough to make the other secretaries jealous of me." I
said "Rumors?" She said "We can't hide it when security has to come and
remove an incapacitated visitor." I said "I suppose so. I could remove
them my own way, but I think there might be some objections to that."
She said "I'll bet!" I waved my hand, and closed the hall door, 12 feet
away, and walked behind her desk, and kissed her on the cheek. I said
"I don't know what I would do without you. Thanks." Her eyes were real
wide, and she was embarrassed, and she said "You better not find out."
I grinned, and went back into my office.
I called Shan, and told him about the target. I ported a photo to him
while we were on the phone, and Shan exclaimed, "I know him! Not well,
but I met him when I was in India as a student monk, many years ago. In
Bhutan, there are no part time monks. When you enter the Temple to be a
monk, it's permanent. He was a powerful adept. Later, I heard he was
asked to leave his Temple, and his order. That is equivalent to a
Catholic Priest being defrocked. I think we may have an idea why, now."
I said "Thank you VERY much for the information. Please, if you can,
try to get more. If necessary, I can port you anywhere you need to go,
and back. Just ask." He said "I will work on it, and let you know." We
hung up. I called father with the news. He was glad we had more to work
on. I ported some photos to him.
On the way out to go home, I told Alice we had some good
investigative results from our most important case, and that things
might happen more quickly, now. She could tell I was excited, and she
grinned back at me and nodded.
When I got home, Dan could tell I was excited about something. I
hugged and kissed him, and told him my investigation had a
breakthrough, and while we didn't know exactly where he was, we knew
WHO he was. He got excited for me, too. You know when naked boys get
excited, it makes monsters wake up. We didn't miss the opportunity that
gave us to have some actual exciting fun. So much, we had to stop after
4 times squirting, so we could have supper. After supper, I contacted
Chad and told him the news about the adept, and how Dan and I
celebrated it. He wanted to come and join our party. Not necessarily in
that order. He got permission, and I ported him over. Then Dan insisted
on having ice cream. We all had some, and it got all over us. We had a
whole lot of fun cleaning up. With each other's tongues. You know where
on me they did that the most. We had a really great time. It was late
when I ported Chad back home. Dan and I grinned to each other, in our
hugs, going off to happy sleep.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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