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The Adventures of Stevie #173
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 14 in this story, after year 4 special school, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #173 "Agent Missing"
Dear Carlos,
Teaching Pete the job was easy. I like geniuses. I showed him how to
push his mind into brains and lower minds to check for bad things and
psychic potential. All that practice opened up Pete's third eye more,
but he still can't see auras when he wants to. Guess who we practiced
on. Murphy! He stopped by one afternoon, and I asked him if he would
help, and he did. It was very nice of him.
2 weeks later, Pete and I were called to the Director's office. A
headquarters department supervisor was missing. They didn't know why,
and they couldn't find him. I was sorry it happened, but I was glad we
could use the problem to teach Pete some more things. We went to a
conference room with maps and the agent's file. I said "First we have
to find out if he is alive. I've never done this to somebody who is
dead, so I'll try it first, just in case." I made his photograph come
alive in front of me. I said "Pete, see the glow? That means he's
alive. Contact me to watch, and we will see if I can contact him." I
tried, but I only got a sense of presence, and no firm contact. I asked
Pete, "What do you think that means?" He said "He could be unconscious,
or drugged, or behind some partial insulation." I said "Yes. Now we try
something different. Here is a pen from his office he used a lot. Lets
see if we can get it to show us where he is." I taped a string to it,
and all without touching it with my bare hands, I held it over a map of
the Eastern US I had willed to be real, like I had done to his picture,
and slowly moved it around. The pen wanted to stop over Richmond
Virginia. I said "Pete, you try it." He did, and got the same results.
Then we did it over a map to that city, and got a neighborhood, which
was as close as we could get.
The director was watching with a lot of interest, so I explained.
"The psychic mind can somehow make the map act like it has a close
relation to the territory, through a part of a different dimension.
What we did was to use the personal energy which the pen had absorbed
over time in contact with it's owner, to find a like resonance where it
could. The pull has very little energy, so we hung the pen from a
string. When we saw the pen wanted to stay, with very slight movements,
over a particular area, we knew that's where it's owner was. You might
be surprised at this, but with a little practice and an open mind, most
people can do this kind of thing, and get some good results sometimes.
This case is a little tougher than most, though. Now we know the area,
what is the next step?" The Director said "We could send agents to
search the area, but that could put him in jeopardy, if he's being
held." I said "I could take Pete and Chad with me to position ourselves
around the neighborhood, and triangulate contacts, to find out more
precisely where he is. Once we find him, we could probably rescue him,
but that might not be all you want to happen. I think you want to know
the circumstances, and who is involved. You might have a problem with
me deciding what to do there, because I fix situations my way, which
might not be right with the law, and so might interfere with trials and
convictions. Psychic stuff is not evidence, and my team can't be in the
public eye."
The Director said "I'll call the Richmond office and tell them your
team with be there soon, and that you will be in charge of the part of
the mission for locating him, and any other intelligence you can gather
about the situation. The office Agent in Charge will be in charge of
the rescue, and capture of who took him, if that's the case. He is to
consult with you about that. If you feel you can do it better, and if
that would make a significant difference in the outcome, you have my
permission to secretly assist them, if possible. All options are on the
table for you, if that would save our people's lives." I said "Got it.
I'll get Chad, and we can be near the Richmond office in 10 minutes.
That should give you enough time to brief the agent. It's likely he
will need a lot of convincing to let a kid do any bossing around." He
left to make the call. I contacted Chad and told him the situation. He
would port to the school from my apartment in the temple, so he can
change clothes, because all the students keep extra clothes there,
woking clothes, too. Then he would port to my office. The Port-All web
is very convenient! I grabbed a bottle of medicine from 4th storage,
and drank it. It would be woking by the time I needed to port. We went
to my office.
Chad ported to my office 5 minutes after we had cut contact. I said
"Got any weapons?" He showed me some throwing knives. I had some in my
desk, and I gave them to Pete. I said "Disable only, unless to save
lives. We want to know why, not just rescue." I had already looked for
the best place to port to, and did that, to an alley behind the
Richmond office of the Bureau. We went around to the front, and asked
for the Agent in Charge. We were told he was busy. I showed my ID and
said "We were sent by the Director. The AC is expecting us." They still
wouldn't do anything. I contacted the Director and explained the
problem. A minute later, the AC came out of the elevator and said "Hi
Stephen. What's the hold up?" I said "Your people don't like to follow
orders?" He told them off, and escorted us upstairs to his office. We
briefed him. He said "I know him. I don't know why he's in this area,
but we will find that out. What will you do for us?" I said "We, with
some special techniques (he smiled at that), will do our best to pin
down his position. There was some interference with how we looked, from
DC. Closer might be better. We will surround the area to get individual
bearings, and as much other pertinent information as we can gather.
Then we will advise on further procedures, unless there is need for
emergency action right then, which we will do. Comments?" He said "No.
We will have some men in the area, but that will take time. Want to
wait?" I said "Do you WANT us to?" He said "If you can handle it, go to
it, and good luck,"
We went outside and back to the alley. I ported us to 3 different
spots where there was low risk of being seen. By people. A dog saw me,
and was very friendly. I chose Chad and Pete to come with me for the
job, because they could use mental pictures to connect. We were
connected to each other, and tried to connect to the lost agent
separately. We did make connections to him, but he wasn't awake enough
to get a good grip on. We could tell where he was, though, by
triangulation and relative clarity of contact. I sent the dog with me
to that area and told it to bark the number of people it could see.
That didn't work well. I tried something different, and forced my mind
into it's brain and mind at the same time, and discovered I could
control him directly like I could the doll maker, but this time, I
could use it's senses, too. I could see, hear, and smell, what it did.
I decided not to bark. I told the dog to stay, and ported Pete and Chad
and me back to the alley we had ported from. We were still connected,
and Chad said +Wow! You really had that dog. New ability?+ I said +No,
I did something like it with the doll maker and Roger, but very little.
This time that wan't good enough, so I pushed harder into the brain and
mind, and you saw what happened. Now we go see the AC. Want to stay
connected?+ They did.
This time the receptionist let us in, and we went to the agent's
office. He said "So soon?" I grinned and said, "We used a dog to help."
I gave him the address. "It's an old food warehouse. Our target is
being held in a former refrigerated storage room. That's why we
couldn't get a good lock on him before. He is unconscious and tied to a
chair. There is blood on his head. There are 4 men there, communicating
with walky-talkies. One inside the room with him, but the door is
broken open. One in the room outside of it, and 2 other men in other
parts of the building. Some of them had guns visible, but we should
assume all of them are heavily armed. They look and act like mobsters.
I don't see how you can bust in without risking the target. We have
some ideas. Want to hear them?" He said "I'm interested." I said "I
think you know how well trained we are. If not, we can demonstrate." He
said "I know. Dangerous people, you are." We grinned. I said "We 3 can
go in and take them one by one, without a sound, with just our regular
training. At the same time, if we split up, with a little more effort.
The problem is the icebox. Only one entrance, and the guard is alert.
We can take him too, but he might find out things about us we don't
want people like him to know. I think we have to do it. The target
doesn't look healthy, and I don't know what they are waiting for, but I
think we shouldn't wait for them to show us. If we do this, we will put
all the downed men together in the room with the target, for your men
to find as soon as we leave. That way, you will have witnesses who can
testify they had him. Are your men in the area now, for that?" He said
"Yes, and I like your plan. If it's more convenient, you can leave from
here, instead of the alley. Somebody saw you. Binoculars from a
distance. We convinced him he didn't, when he called." I said "Thanks.
We'll port back with the results."
We were wearing grey and tan clothes, which were like some of the
colors of the building in the area. We used ninja techniques to avoid
being seen. Tommy would have been proud of us. Pete and Chad would
strike at the same time, the men in the outer area, when I took out the
guard outside the room, if he was not in view of the guard inside the
room. We went in, and they went to their men. We were still connected
to each other, and to the dog through me. They got to their targets
before I did to mine, so they waited. When I got to him, he was in view
of the inside man. I sent the dog to distract him, which worked. I flew
at him from behind, and he never saw me knock him out, silently. Pete
and Chad got their men easily, at the same time. While they were
carrying them to me, I picked up a loose brick with 4th fingers and
slid it into the room in a way the guard didn't see. When it was behind
him, I banged the brick into his head, behind his ear. Out cold. 3
minutes later, Pete put his man next to the 2 of mine. A minute later,
Chad did the same. I ported them back to the office to report, while I
stayed behind to make sure the bad guys stayed out. They did. When the
G-Men got close, I ported to the office, and cut all the mindtalk
connections.
The AC said "So the rumors are true." I said "What rumors. Nobody
tells us anything," He said "Oh nothing much, just that you guys are as
tough and hard as diamonds, and can do impossible things." Chad said
"But if somebody does them, they can't be impossible." Pete said
"Possible things don't make good rumors." I said "True." He got a call.
His men had the target, and he was alive and conscious, talking about a
flying brick. The AC said "Concussions can cause hallucinations." I
said, fingering my head where I had cracked it on a sink, "Absolutely.
Makes you throw up, too. I hope his nurse is as good as my second one
was." Chad said like he was innocent, "How good was she?" I said "When
she finished, I had to ask her to clean my glasses. My first time, too.
Made a happy mess. Maybe I should look her up, and see if she would
like a replay." Pete said "With what you have, she wouldn't dream of
refusing." Chad said "Definitely!" The AC said "Boys! It's getting a
little hot in here. I hear it's a little cooler up north." I grinned
and said, "We're going. Good working with you." He said "Same here.
Thanks." We shook hands all around. Then I ported us to my private room
in the school.
Pete and Chad said, "She was that good?" I said "A beautiful Irish
angel, and she made me squirt 4 feet in the air, while washing me.
Deliberately, to make up for the nasty nurse the day before." Chad said
"Wow!" He looked at Pete and said, "Think we can make him do it again?"
Pete said "I don't know, but there is a way to find out." They jumped
on me, and did their best to make that happen. I did squirt well, but
not quite as high as 4 feet. They squirted well, too. While we were
resting, Pete said, "We'll just have to try harder next time." Chad
said "Yeah." I just groaned.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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