The Adventures of Stevie #189
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 #189 "General Warning"
Dear Carlos,
The Agency's office in Paris was getting a little tense by the time
the sniper rifles, low light scopes, and radios arrived. We were more
than ready to rescue Race's kidnapped diplomat uncle. We checked out
the equipment. I ported my team and the support members, to an empty
building in Cavaillon. I checked on the uncle. He was just south of us.
I took one of the low light scopes and went outside. My team came out
to watch. I put on parachutist's goggles, and a leather flight jacket
and motorcycle helmet. Then I levitated myself into the air. When I was
high enough so people wouldn't see me in the dark, I went horizontal,
and moved forward, toward the uncle's contact point. I gradually
increased speed, to around 60 miles an hour. Then something hit me on
the shoulder. It was just a glancing blow, but I thought it was a bird.
I thought "This isn't going to work." I decided to try something new. I
imagined a 4th hand, like I would pick up something with, and put it in
front of my line of travel. I made it so I could feel the wind with it.
Then I made it stronger, and I felt the wind on me go less. I changed
the hand into a streamlined shape like a hollow torpedo with a pointed
front end, and made it solid to matter. All the wind on me stopped.
That wasn't good, because the turbulence behind me tried to suck out
the air from where I was behind the 4th shield. I put some small holes
in the shield, and that helped. Then I increased my speed to about a
hundred miles an hour. I knew it, because I could track myself with my
location sense.
I was still in light contact with the uncle. I followed that until I
was directly over the car he was in, and kept pace with it. I put a 4th
viewpoint down to just behind it, so I could read the license plate. I
gave the description of the car, the plate number, and it's location to
Pete, who told the support people. I flew ahead to where the car would
be in 10 minutes. I ported Rod to that spot, with his rifle. I flew 2
minutes car travel down the road from Rod, and ported Pete there, with
his rifle. I wanted that car stopped, but so the kidnappers thought it
was just a tire blowout. Rod had the first opportunity for the shot.
Pete was backup.
Rod's shot was true. He blew a front tire. I landed in the dark near
where they stopped to change the tire. I ported Rod and Pete to me, and
then ported Race to me. We watched 2 men get out to change the tire. I
wanted the third man out too. I used a 4th hand on a kidnapper's foot
to make one of the men trip hard down an embankment. He called for
help, and the third man went to help him. I told Race to do his job
just after I did what I was waiting to do. I used a 4th hand to move
the car along the road like it was being driven. The men started to
chase it, and then fell down asleep. Race had used his projection
ability to shove sleep at their minds. They snored. Rod and Pete
secured them, while Race and I went to see about his uncle. He wasn't
hurt, but was still under the effects of the drugging. We backed off,
and I ported the car, with Race and his uncle in it, to outside our
Cavaillon building. Pete, Rod, and I, each picked up a sleeping
kidnapper, and ported to inside the building. The 2 fathers were
helping Race's uncle into the building.
Smith said "Good work. We'll take it from here." I said "No. We
aren't finished. I'm going to find out why they wanted Race's uncle,
him off with a raised hand and said, "We are finished a job when we SAY
no. Go ahead." Father looked very satisfied. So did Race's father, and
Race. The team took the one I thought was the leader into another room,
and tied him to the only chair we could find. It didn't work, so I
ported one from our waiting room. That worked better. I turned to Race
and said, "Remember, we are of the Light. They hurt your family. OUR
family, because we are the Team. That gives us some justification to
question him a little roughly, but since they didn't really hurt your
uncle, we can't do any more than that. They killed his driver, so that
means we can cause him some pain, too. This is important. Do NOT do
that for revenge. If you find yourself liking his suffering, you need
to leave, for your own good. Do you understand?" He said "Yes, I do,
and you're right. Thanks."
I woke him up. I questioned him in French, which he understood. He
didn't answer, but I could tell by his physical and mental reactions
how he felt about my questions. It wasn't for money, even though they
were paid. It was political. I wanted more. I had an idea. I motioned
us all back to the main room, and told everybody, "They were put to
sleep by mental projection. I want to try something like that, but
different, so be warned. If you see any tortured people, they will be
illusions. If this works. If you have weak stomachs for this kind of
thing, don't look. On the other hand, your reactions would make it more
real to our victim." I went back to the kidnapper. They all followed
me, just like I expected them to do. I projected it hard, so everybody
could see it. If it worked. I built up some images in my mind, using
one of his fellow kidnappers. Then I made a torturer, and made them
walk into the room, and made the action start. Race threw up. Yes it
worked. Very well. The kidnapper talked, before he fainted. They were
members of the National Liberation Front of French Algeria. They were
fighting for liberation from France. They were going to use the uncle
as a bargaining chip. Somebody who worked in the US embassy helped
them.
I got angry. I said to Smith, "You will tell me about this war." He
looked afraid and didn't say anything. I said "People are dying, and
you and the US aren't trying to stop it. You WILL tell me, or you will
see what their people are doing to each other, in your dreams every
night." He tried very hard to give us a fair account of it. There was
terrorism and torture on both sides. We didn't put pressure on France
to stop it, because we wanted them to be our allies. I said "See? That
wasn't hard at all. Next time, when the team wants to know something
about what we are involved in, I hope we can learn these kinds of
things together in common friendship. Team, do we want this war to
stop?" They all said yes. I said "Independence is the only way. There
is one man who is key to this. Do you think he should personally
experience what is happing to the people of these 2 countries? In the
Light, we have justification for doing this, because he is responsible
for much death and suffering." They said "YES", very resolutely. I
looked at the others. Both fathers nodded. Smith was terrified. I told
him, "We won't let him know which country we are from, so don't worry
about repercussions for the US. Pete can speak Parisian French like a
native. Nobody will know we are Americans." Smith relaxed some. I
smiled tightly and said, "Did you think we would endanger our country?
You and your Agency better know you aren't the only power in the world.
We need to work together, so we can ALL be and do our best. If you
don't want to, we will find people who will." At least he didn't
disagree.
I said "We need to leave proof." I took a syringe from my kit. I
emptied it of morphine and tried to stick it into the inside of my
elbow to draw blood. It was too awkward. Race's father said "I know
what you want. Use mine." I was going to object, but he interrupted
with, "For my brother." I couldn't refuse that. He gave me his arm, and
I swabbed it with alcohol from the kit, and drew blood. It wasn't easy,
because the needle was narrow. I had to pull hard on the plunger to get
it to fill up. I said "Tell him what you did. Thank you sir." I knew
what the General looked like. I ported the team to his bedroom. Race
made sure his wife Yvonne stayed asleep. I woke him up by squeezing his
chest. Pete said "We don't like the war with Algeria. Or how you treat
your other colonies. We want you to stop that. What have you to say to
that?" He said "Who are you? How dare you do this to me?" Pete said
"Who we are isn't important. What is most important to you, is we dare
because we can." I made our auras visible to him. I could see he
noticed. I raised him over his bed. Pete said "We can do this from any
distance." With another 4th hand, I crushed a chair to splinters. Pete
said "That too. We can set off any explosive from any distance,
including nuclear bombs, and we can move those to wherever we wish,
just as we are holding you in the air. Answer our question."
The General said "I refuse." Pete said "And the deaths of your wife,
your children, and grandchildren?" He gave in and said, sadly, "I don't
like the war. I can't stop it as I might, or I would lose power, and
then the ability to end it." I sent Pete a message. He said "You place
power first. We know that. We also know if you don't stop this war
soon, all Europe will become involved in it, and then Africa, and the
world will know you are the cause of it. Your legacy will be almost as
bad as Hitler's. You must leave Indochina as well. Sacrifices must be
made. You will do it. To this end, we will leave you with a memory." I
gave him the illusion I had prepared. I didn't let him scream. Pete
said "At first, you will experience that once a week. Then it will
become more frequent, until after a year, you will probably have to
take your own life in order to keep your friends and family from seeing
your decent into madness. Do as we ask, for your country, for Europe,
and for the world. What do you say?" The General said "My God! Don't do
this. My health can't withstand it. Would you have me die before I can
do what you want?" Pete said "You have a valid argument. We will
suspend this action for 6 months. If we don't see good progress toward
our goals, you will have some very unhappy visions. You will now
sleep." That was the signal for Race to do that.
I wrote on the wall with blood, "Paix ou votre sang." "Peace or your
blood."
We ported back to Cavaillon. I said to Pete and Race, "You did well.
You know I'm proud of you, but it shouldn't hurt to tell you that
sometimes. I think." They grinned at me. We hugged. Rod had stayed
behind to watch things. Mostly to guard Smith, who didn't know what Rod
could do, and didn't want to find out. I said to Race's father, "I know
you want to stay with your brother, but I think you should come back
with us, for security reasons. Trying to explain your movements will be
VERY difficult, and could lead to some danger for us, which could
include your son." He sighed, and said, "Yes, I see that." I said
"Smith, where do you want to go, and our patient?" He said "I see what
you mean. We don't want our secret weapon, your team, to be exposed.
I'll radio Paris to have them notify the Cavaillon police about the
car. Leave them here, the prisoners and the rescued, and we will set
the scene. Port one of our men from Paris to stay with them until the
police arrive, who will say the rest of the team left in their car, and
would pick him up at the police station later." I said "Good. Well
thought out. We couldn't have done that better." He did look a little
pleased at that. We did all he said. Then we ported back to the Agency
in the US, and left Smith there, and ported to our conference room.
I said to Race's father, "I need to keep Race for a day or so, to
help him settle into his new abilities. You don't want him porting in
his sleep, I assume. I did something like that once, and scared some
friends almost out of their skins." He smiled, and said, "No, we
wouldn't want that." He said to Race, "Do you agree? Alright, have
fun." He turned to the rest of the team and said, "Words aren't enough,
but that's all I have. Thank you, for my brother, and my family." I
said "We feel your emotions. We know. Race is one of us. That makes his
family our expanded family. We WILL take care of our own." He hugged
us. Then I ported him home. We said goodbye to father, and I ported us
upstairs. We undressed and flopped onto my bed. It was a little crowded
with the four of us. Dan wasn't home. I said "We did well. WE did.
That's important. I love you." I poured out my love. We hugged each
other. I started the link, not for sex play, but for us to share what
we felt about each other. We drifted in a sea of caring, respect, and
love. Then we became one big mind. Only for an instant, then it
collapsed. We all said "Wow!" together. And laughed.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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