The Adventures of Stevie #188
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 #188 "Cry Uncle!"
Dear Carlos,
The Director from work called me at home. This happened the same time
Race contacted me with my card. I conducted both conversations
separately at the same time, but that was easier than trying to write
it that way, so I will separate them here.
The Director said "An American diplomat is missing and presumed
kidnapped. His driver was killed. This happened in France, and
Algerians are suspected." I said "We will do the job." He said "I have
the file of what is known at this time, from the Agency. They are
asking specifically for your team, because of how fast you work. Can
you magically take the file off of my desk? Oh, you just did. Let me
know if you need the Bureau for anything." I said "Thanks."
Race said +Stephen! My uncle has been kidnapped! You've got to help!+
I said +No, WE have to help. Is he a diplomat in France?+ He said +Yes!
How did you know+ I said +First, how do YOU know?+ He said "My father
told me, and hopes you will help.+ I said +Are you at home?+ He said
+Yes.+ I said +I would like to port there, but I have to have my
medicine first. Is it alright if I port you here instead? And your
father too, if he can help?+ He said +Yes, both. Ready now.+ I said +To
the downstairs conference room. Stand together, with anything you want
to bring. I'll port you in 30 seconds unless you tell me not to.+ He
said +Fine. Discom.+
I took and drank my medicine, and dressed in security work clothes,
and ported them at the same time. It's very hard to get pants on in a
hurry while standing, without falling down. I used levitation to stick
me up in the air, and 4th hands to put things on me. It worked very
well, and felt kind of nice, too. Then I ported to the conference room.
I said to Race's father, "Hi, I'm Stephen. Let's go see my father." I
had already contacted him about the action. We went. We discussed what
was in the file. I contacted Pete and asked if he was available for an
important emergency mission. I got the reply I expected, and ported him
in when he was ready. We called Smith at the Agency, who was our
contact there. I said to him, "We would like to set up a room there to
work from. You will have the maps we will need." He said he would call
us back when it was ready. I said to Race and his father, "I need a
personal item from him. Something he handled a lot. Do you have
anything like that, or can get it? I need a picture of him, too." Race
got excited and said, "Yes! I gave him a new wallet for Christmas, and
he gave me his old one. I never used it. Port me home and I'll get it,
and the picture." I did that, and said to his father while we waited,
"Race is quite good. We're fortunate to have him on the team." I gave
him a hug with some love. He tried to hide how much he liked it. I gave
him a little smile to let him know it didn't work. Then I ported Race
back. He noticed the change in his father, but didn't say anything
about it.
I said "Pete, watch." He contacted me, and I tried to make contact
through the picture. This time I knew what the feeling meant. I said
"He is alive, but drugged. I can't get a good enough contact with him
to port him out." Race and his father were relived to hear he was
alive, but not happy we couldn't rescue him right away. Smith called
about the room, which he was in, so, after I warned them, I ported us
there. He already had maps of France on the table. I told him, "Good
work." I took some thread from a pocket, and tried to tie it to the
wallet. I said "This isn't the best kind of pointer. Got scissors?"
Smith handed me a pair. One side of the wallet was flatter and more
worn than the other, so I thought that had been the closest to his
body. I cut a strip from that, and tied the thread to it. I stared at
the map on the table and made it real. Race gasped and said, "It
glows!" I said "I made it correspond to the real country." Smith said
"I don't see any glow." I said "It's psychic energy." He said "Oh." I
dangled the leather strip over the map, and moved it around. I said "He
is near Avignon. Oh, he's moving Southeast. Any idea what the
destination is?" Smith said "We don't know who or why, but they could
be heading to Marseille." I said "Probably by car. Let's see blowups of
the route. Photographs if you have them." He put them on the table. I
held the leather strip over them. I said "This is better. They are
nearing Cavaillon. We should intercept them before they get to Velaux,
where there are alternate routes to Marseille. Darkness could be a
problem. Too bad there are no living witnesses. It would have helped if
we knew what kind of car they were using. I can feel the cars on the
road, but there are too many to examine them all, and I'm not used to
following moving targets this way. You discuss options among
yourselves, while I talk with Pete and Race."
I led them to a far corner and said to them both. "Now we go to the
next level. Pending action demands it. Both of you open your third eye
as much as possible." I have a lot of crystals I keep in stock to
experiment and work with. I ported 2 of the crystal balls to me, one in
each hand. I held them up and said, "Push your object sense against the
ball in front of you as hard as you can. PUSH! Harder!" Pete's ball
moved a little. I said "More! Push like your life depended on it!"
Race's ball moved a little. I said "More still, like your loved ones'
lives depend on it!" Both balls flew out of my hands. I said "Well
done! Rest now. I'm going to check you." I did. I said "This deserves a
real WOW." I pointed to my head and said "Who here has the brightest
light?" They both said "You." I said "Your third eyes are fully open
now." I didn't give them a chance to react to that, but continued with,
"Race, You know how to use a charmed picture to connect. Now you don't
need them. Make a picture of your father in your mind, and make it
real. Talk to him though it." Their reactions showed he did it.
"Disconnect. Now both of you, make mental pictures of your bedrooms,
and make them real. When I say so, push your mind into that picture,
and take your body with it. I will bring you back. Ready?" They nodded.
I said "NOW!" They vanished. I ported them back. They rushed to me and
hugged me almost in half. I dripped tears.
The others had stopped talking. I turned to them to see why. They
were staring at us. I could see Smith wondering why I was crying. I
said "Smith, I can see your question about me. I cry because I'm VERY
happy for them, that they can do some really advanced things now. And I
cry for MY happiness, because the more people who can do what I do, the
less of a freak I am. They still need lots of practice, though, before
they are sure in those abilities, and there is much more to learn. Now,
what have you got for us?" I saw it wasn't going to be that easy.
Race's father wanted to hug his son, and then me. He even hugged Pete
too, who didn't have a parent there for him. I thought that was very
nice. Father had a question in his eyes. I said to him, "Right. I used
this. New teaching methods. Tell you later." He nodded. I said "The
members of my team love each other like brothers. We WILL find and save
Race's uncle! Now tell us what you have." They did, and we made plans.
All of us could speak French, which was useful. We ported to Paris, to
an empty room in the Agency's offices. I could do that from maps and
pictures then, better than before. I tried the picture again. There was
a stronger contact, but not enough to port him, but I did get a
direction. I reported that, and told them my new plan. Part of that
involved Rod. I contacted him and said, +Part of the team is going into
action. My plan includes you, in working clothes, if you are willing.+
He said +Port me home after I tell Jeremy. I'll contact you when to
port me to where you are. I'm telling Jeremy now.+ I said +Right.
Discom.+
I said "We need medium distance radios for all of us, and 2 scoped
very quiet sniper rifles, as soon as you can get them. Low light vision
enhancers, too." They said it could take 15 to 30 minutes. Then Rod
contacted me, and I ported him to us. We team hugged. Pete briefed him,
without me asking him too. I was very pleased he did that, which he is
best suited for, on his own. He even included some motivational words.
I think he knew what I was going to do to Rod. When that was done, I
did to him what I had just done to Pete and Race, and it worked the
same. I had discovered in myself that emergency action forced me to
push my abilities into discovering new ones. The team hadn't been
improving their psychic abilities like I thought they should be able
to, so I decided to use this emergency excitement to help them push
themselves a little. I was very glad it worked.
I smiled at the other team members, while they talked excitedly to
each other about their increased abilities. I let them feel my love,
and they smiled at me when I did it. It was a nice time, while we
waited for the hardware we needed. I was glad they weren't tensed up.
This was going to be a success. I could feel it.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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