《Mysteries of the Q Files: Rueben's Revelations》Chapter 15
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Promise, this will be another short chapter, because by now you see what is at stake, and that time is of the essence! However, I still feel obligated to make as much of a story out of this as possible, even while making it fast. I know that you, my loyal readers demand at least some effort from me. My critics will demand to know the inner working of just about everything going on. And I want to make sure that whoever is reading this story knows that this is legitimate and not some kind of prank or trap.
Okay, so here is the plan that we decided to execute:
Granted, this is going to sound fantastical, but this is the honest truth. We were all going to enter the FBI offices at exactly 8:30. Susan was going to get in touch with some of her old buddies before she was shunted over into the Q Files. (Apparently, this had all been done to prevent her from rising through the ranks. Some kind of rivalry, politics, sexism, and who knows what else! How can this kind of stuff still be happening in 2018!?) Most of them had already been transferred to other jobs and posts, but a few still remained. They would come in and greet her, and walk with her. With us.
Naomi’s mom had also scheduled for someone to come and check in at the Q Files, to pick up a case file. We needed multiple witnesses for this to work. Because the Q Files were supposed to be inoperative, all members of security, the overhead, and of course the Syndicate would converge.So many people coming together, and right at the same hour when all of the offices and cubicles next to the Q Files would be the most full, the Syndicate would be hard pushed to get at us.
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Naomi’s mother would pull clutch for us once again. She had been hunting down anyone within the Bureau who could be connected to the Syndicate. She had compiled a file, not a very big sadly, but still enough information and names to get some heads turning in the right direction. To give us some protection. We could then tell the story that we needed to garner reinforcements.
The story we had decided to spin was that I had witnessed a transaction in my neighborhood. I had seen them hand over body parts and occult items. I had made a call into the police, which we had fabricated brilliantly I might add. The police thought it was a bad lead, but I was attacked at a supermarket by people dressed in black. I had made another call to the cops. The Q Files had claimed the case, because of the occult material.
Yeah, this was all highly illegal. However, stuff like this happens all the time. It’s not just accountants who know how to cook the books. All authorities learn this skill. The most important thing is to get the Man looking into the Syndicate. Conturbatio had another story all prepared to segway us into that.
Meanwhile, while all of this would provide me time to upload this entire story to the internet. According to Lars, the eyes within the FBI would see the story being uploaded, and they would recognize the key phrase and the pattern scheme running throughout the chapters. They would intervene immediately. And with the Guardians stepping into the situation, we would then supposedly get all of the protection that we needed.
But where we would go from there, none of us had any clue. We were clearly getting deeper and deeper into a war that we knew very little about, and that entire world at large had no clue even existed!
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What would we honestly do after this?
We had decided it was better to stay alive and learn as we went, to survive, than it was to simply give up and be killed. Especially when we knew that this Syndicate was already doing terrible things. People were dying all over the world. The people that the agents of the Q Files had saved were disappearing, and their stories were being erased. We could not let that stand.
Everything about this cobbled-up plan relied on precision and speed. And a lot of faith in others. A LOT of faith.
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The Desert Sun
Imagine if the key to omnipotence, to benevolence, lay only in the forgotten depths of your own mind? It has been eight centuries since a disastrous experiment ended the glorious reign of the universe's most advanced civilization and put fate into the clutches of the omnipotent. However now, as a war of expansion burns through the stars, a quest to ensure the almighty's death and free destiny has emerged. Will they succeed? or will fate forever be in the clutches of another. Please note, that I am fixing the book grammatically to ensure success.
8 212Nine Circles
Bringing us to Now, in the Fifth Circle, land of Game and Lumber under the Sign of the plentiful Tree, two brothers find themselves embroiled in the games of Birds and Men. They have come to celebrate the Red Harvest, the Last Day before the Winter, when the sky burns red and the night grows longest. Tolan and Vir, Woodsmen from the Wolf Hair Mountains, have come to gather with friends and family upon this night. However, a strange and powerful storm keeps them in town for days, as spirits grow restless and Talk of evil things comes to pass. Later, when the storm subsides, the two brothers venture forth to find their way home and discover something else. There the woods, by the path they travel, they find a pale beautiful woman, in a strange dress, cast down in a ditch. This is Althea, Granddaughter to Malic of the Demons House of Fire, promised bride the current Head of the Demons House of Salmon, Red Fish. And trouble for the Nine. Her abduction has set forth into motion, a feud between the Demonic Houses, which even now threatens to spill into the Nine Circles proper and bring about a new age of darkness. Tolan and Vir must set out to return Althea to her people to prevent war, but not all are so simple. For there are those who stand to profit from such ill fortunes, Both Below the Earth and Above it. And they will tolerate no disruption of their plans, even to the extent of death.
8 174Cross Roads: Rebranding Chaos (Book Four)
Starting over is never easy…It’s not every day that you are involved in the greatest tragedy in history. Being the absolute worst-- the poster child of the ugly side of humanity. But with the oleander syndicate dead and gone. Always a pain of their past remains with everyone involved. How can you start over? How can you show anything in good faith? Many people say time heal all wounds, but that is just a tall tale for those who never really discover closure. And since closure is a myth and a lie, what is left? Former grandmaster of the oleander syndicate, Dolph Eichner, made a deal of a lifetime not only to protect himself but his entire family. Trying to make amends for this wayward reign, he wanted to get back to humanity or what is left of it? Many people had already made up their minds that they will never be actual change with them still be alive or free. It will be up to the remaining members of the oleander syndicate to prove the skeptics wrong and to prove to themselves that they can change for the better.
8 124Flor monstruo [Spanish]
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8 64dreams
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8 69RELEASE ME
Me the writer, who is a five foot eight (5.8ft), twenty (20) year old young man has be going through battles in the spirit from age eighteen (18) after he has left high school. His relationship with the Lord and saviour Jesus has grown day by day as he experiences these battles. My mission is simply getting all human being to the Lord. Only God knows what is happening throughout the globe today. Heaven cannot be too crowded for heaven is truly our home.
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