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The Republican speaker of the house here in NC is accused of using his position to trade favors for sex. Tim Moore is also one of the people behind HB2, and other things.
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I'm willing to go forward whenever
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Hunter Biden pleaded guilty to nonpayment of taxes, and entered a program to defer a charge of buying a gun while intoxicated and lying about it. Republicans lose their minds.
He's the new Hilary.
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The Title is the Making of Gallifrey.
It looks like I am over. Just cut the last pick.
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2 hours ago, Bazza said:
No surprise there. This was the base of the Lee-Ditko feud and why Ditko didn't work for Marvel for years until he created Speedball with Roger Stern's help. I admit that a lot of people outside comics wouldn't know that the three first Marvel creators didn't get along and Lee was responsible for DC and independents getting Kirby and Ditko work.
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Cape Fear
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Wes decided he could hold out at the Capriano Hotel for the next few hours. He just
needed a place where he could wash up and think about getting new clothes without
having the police called on him.Some of the police worked for Delveccio.
So he was on the east side of the city. The Capriano was on the west, near the beach.
How did he get there without a car?Could he become the monster again and fly there? Was that part real? He decided it
had to be since he had to pull his clothes on after reaching the streets. He didn’t relish
flying around naked.He wondered if there was something he could use for clothing when he transformed.
Maybe there was something out there he could cover himself with when he
transformed but he had never heard of such a miracle substance. He decided to think
about that when he got to the hotel and found an empty room he could hide in until
he could figure out what he was going to write with the material he had stolen.Maybe he could call around and find something he could use. There had to be other
heroes with clothing problems out there. How did they handle things?He touched the four diamonds on his hand and changed into his two dimensional
other self. He pulled himself out of his clothes and wrapped part of flat body around
them and his files. He took to the air and headed toward the beach.Wes swam through the air. He was glad it was nightfall hiding him, but he really
needed clothes he could wear in his flat form. He reached the hotel roof in plenty of
time. He also didn’t want his power running out while he was doing something
extremely dangerous.Maybe some kind of rubber suit that stretched when he stretched and returned to
normal when returned to normal would be the way to go.How did he get something like that?
He pulled on his clothes on the roof and went to the fire escape. He climbed down
until he reached a window at the end of a hall. He jimmied the lock with his pocket
knife and climbed through the window. He needed to find an empty room without
letting the clerk know he was hanging out on the premises.He might be able to use his power to sneak around and search the register. He could
just sign himself into a room and then sign himself out when he was ready to go.Being flat would make him hard to see, and he could stretch a lot so he could hide
most of himself while he was getting a room. He nodded to himself. He could do that
instead of his original plan of just taking a room and hoping he wouldn’t be
discovered by housekeeping.And staying under a fake name would help him against Delveccio when the man got
around to looking for him. If they checked the car after the explosion, they knew he
was still out there with the material he had taken.At this point, he wasn’t sure he could admit he had the material.
He paused as he entered the stairwell. He sat down on the steps. Did he actually have
any proof of wrongdoing since he had taken the evidence from someone’s home? Had
he poisoned the well with his actions?Was he going to end up like Marsden?
He still had to get a room, and get some rest. Then he could puzzle out the rest when
he was fresh and ready to go.At least every time he transformed back, he felt better. Maybe turning into a flying
ribbon was healing up the damage from the car crash faster. He liked that. At one
point, he couldn’t walk, and now he could. He still had some pain, but it was nothing
like what he had felt right before he had been struck by that meteor.He worked his way down to the lobby of the hotel and cracked the door open to look
out. He saw the desk clerk sitting behind the desk, book in hand. He needed to sign
in while the guy was distracted.How did he do that?
The clerk was bound to see him even if he was flat against the floor.
Why were things always tougher than they had to be.
Wes looked at the clerk. The man refused to move under the intense gaze. His nose
was in his book.He touched the diamonds on his hand and slipped out of the stairwell. He reached out
and took a better look at the clerk. The man was sleeping. That made things easier.He grabbed the registration book and slipped back into the stairwell. He looked for
an empty room to match the keys on the pegboard behind the clerk. He filled in a fake
name and an address for one of those rooms with a tentacle formed from a corner of
his body. He snuck the book back and grabbed the room key. He waited for the
transformation to wear off before putting himself back together and heading up to his
new room.So he had two goals. The first was to get out from under Delveccio’s sights and
publish his story with the checked over information as a basis. Either that was enough
to spur the police into taking a better look at the mob boss, or it wasn’t. In any case,
he would have to look for reprisals for the rest of his life.No gangster sat there and took it while a reporter pried into their affairs and wrote
stories about them. Examples needed to be made like Marsden.The second thing was to get some flexible clothing for the weird other form he had.
Once he had that, he could try to use the flying flatworm to keep digging into any
mobster that happened to set up in town.A mask to cover his face would be helpful if his power ran out and someone saw him
doing the type of extracurricular digging that got reporters news prizes, and papers
sued for slander.He doubted he would step out in public like the old Scouts, or the Mark. It was rough
enough to be a reporter. Being a reporter and a masked man seemed a little too much.
He wanted to write his stories and blend in as much as possible. Throwing down with
someone like Doctor Sybil was not something he was ready to try.It was good thing the Doctor was dead and buried on Mars. Everyone knew he was
there. No one knew which mountain he was buried under.Wes had no desire to look for the body either. Sybil had fought against the Mark
during the war, trying to carve out his own empire in the middle of what Hitler was
trying to do. The fact that he almost killed the Mark, and had killed some of the other
heroes of those years earned him no pity from the reporter.And he had succeeded in forcing the Mark out of the public spotlight as a force for
good even if he couldn’t enjoy that victory.Wes took off his clothes and thought about washing them. He decided he could wait
on that until he knew what he was going to do. He did look in the mirror and found
he was covered in bruises and cuts but they looked days old, not what he had earned
in his trip down the mountain.Could the transformations be putting him back together, fixing the injuries he had
taken? It could be. No one knew what powers did to a person. He might have lucked
out and got something that would heal him up if he didn’t die immediately.Maybe he could take a bullet, but decided it was foolish to try to find out how much
of a shot he could take.If he got shot, and healed that up after becoming the flatworm, that was one thing.
Jumping in front of the bullet was just asking for trouble in his opinion.He wondered how heroes found out what they could do. That was something he could
write a story around as long as he didn’t reveal his new power.He decided to shower and get cleaned up. He would have to get clothes from
somewhere else before he could back out in public. He had to plan on how to get
around anyone watching the paper so he could turn in his work.He could write his story anywhere, but he had to show the evidence and turn it in
person. He couldn’t expect the paper to open itself to a lawsuit just on his word. He
had to back up anything he said because the truth was an ultimate defense against
such a lawsuit.Wes settled on the bed and decided to get some rest. He didn’t have a long time
before someone tried to find him. Eventually, Delveccio was going to learn he was
still alive.They would then try to fill out him full of holes.
How much could his other form take if someone did shoot at him?
Could he heal that up using the tattoo to change?
Wes scratched his eyebrow and thought about what he could do. Maybe he should go
on the offensive and do something to Delveccio to persuade him to stop looking for
him. What could he do where he didn’t end up like Marsden?He thought about his new ability to break in some places because he could fly, and
was like a blanket. He could elongate some of the corners to grab things, but he didn’t
seem to have a lot of fine control.He didn’t seem to need to breathe, so what could he do with that?
He already had records that he could publish if he could get to the newspaper bullpen.
He could write everything up and then use his stolen files as a check. He could give
copies to the police, but everyone knew they supported Delveccio and would try to
stop him for their mob boss.He didn’t know what he could do next. He had to keep moving if he didn’t want to
be taken in. Even though he had a room under a fake name, eventually someone
would turn him in and goons would be on his neck.He thought he could get to the paper if he could get across the city to the newspaper
without changing back in the middle of the flight. He could use the roof access to get
down to the bullpen and his desk.The only problem was would there be someone waiting to take him away once he
tried to type everything up and finish his story. He would have to be ready to call up
his flat body to do things before he could be exposed in the public.He didn’t like the nudity aspect of things either. Turning back in the middle of doing
things could be embarrassing or problematic depending on what he was doing at the
time. He didn’t want to be naked in the middle of breaking into Delveccio’s house.Wes could get a typewriter and write his story in his stolen room. Then all he had to
do was submit the story with copies of his evidence. Then he could just watch out for
the goons because they would be looking for him to retaliate.They couldn’t let him live to testify on the authenticity of the records he stole. He
wasn’t a member of the police. It didn’t matter how the record fell into his hands as
far as proving things against Delveccio.He would face jail for burglary while the mobster faced jail for money crimes.
And if they went to the same prison after their trials, Wes would be dead in a matter
of days unless he used his ability to escape.He gazed up at the ceiling and wondered how long could he stay in the hotel before
he was reported to Delveccio, and someone showed up to kill him. How long would
it take for him to write his story? How long did his transformation last? What was
going on with that? Would it kill him?The meteor strike Clancy told him about had to be the explanation for his new ability.
It didn’t tell him how long he had to live if the ability went rogue on him.He needed to push for someone other than the city police to investigate his claims. He
needed to find a better place to hide. He needed a place only he could get in and out
of with his new flattening power.He needed not to wind up like Marsden.
Wes decided that if he wanted to keep using the flat body, he needed to talk to an
expert who could point him to something he could use. He couldn’t call Mr. Robot
since the murder of the Hazard Scouts.Who else could he call?
Flanagan Solutions might be the people to call about a sizechanging suit. There were
rumors that they had come up with clothes to handle powers since the war. They
might be able to give him something he could use.At the worst, they could direct him to another company he could use to get the thing
he needed if he wanted to keep using his power.He made a note to check into them. If he could get them to help him out, that would
make things that much easier for him.He wondered if there was a story behind the company. There were rumors that the
first Rocket was connected to them, and some guy in armor in New York. How many
other heroes did they help out over the years?He could do a set of stories based on that if he could turn anything up. He could
follow links to everyone to whom they had provided equipment. If they helped him,
he could write it from an insider’s perspective.He doubted they would want this business in a spotlight. He had heard rumors but
Flanagan kept their problems to themselves.There had to be a connection to the Rocket. Why didn’t they use that to get more
business for their company?He decided that was some of the questions he could try to answer while he was
writing their story.A noise came from the hall. Wes glanced at the door. Maybe laying on a bed in sight
of the door was a bad idea. He slid off the top of the bed and slipped into the shadow
of the mattress. He waited for someone to break in his door. The sound of someone
retreating from his door caused him to breathe again.What would he have done if it was someone looking for him? He would have had to
use his flat body to attack. How effective would that be against someone with a gun?Wes frowned. Maybe he should try to leave town. Maybe that would throw Delveccio
off enough that he could start his career over in some other city.He couldn’t count on that. They had run him off a road and then shot at him when he
tried to get away from the crash. A small forest fire starting hadn’t stopped them from
trying to kill him.If the explosion from the meteor and his body change hadn’t happened, he would be
dead because his legs had stopped working.Now he was hunkered down, but eventually he would have to move. He wasn’t
looking forward to that. Either way, he couldn’t call Clancy from the room. The lines
could be checked, and that would lead anyone with the knowhow back to the hotel,
and then the false registration.He could expect gunmen to show him the bottom of the ocean after that.
He could call from a phone booth across town. He could return to his new room with
a typewriter. He could write the story and get everything done before Delveccio could
stop him. The rest would have to play out in the court.He might be just as much as a fugitive as Delveccio, but he would be alive and on the
run with some worry of killers trying to track him down to settle the score.He should have went into some other line of work. You didn’t worry about people
trying to kill you when you worked in a factory.Wes closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. The next day would be busy.
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I am going to option Quib-Quib from the Circuits of the Lion
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I need three options. I think I will pick the Master to get on the time shennigans, the daleks who want to use the genesis device against the klingons, and Space Ghost who is trying to figure out what is going on
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I think i will be at three picks by the time I get home. I'll try to catch up when i get home
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20 hours ago, Cygnia said:
From top left Kent McCord, Martin Milner, Charles Nelson Reilly, Ed Asner, Glenn Ford, Red Foxx, Jack Carter, Ernest Borgnine, John Wayne and Howard Cosell.
Thanks Cygnia. I have seen him in old television shows like the Twilight Zone and didn't know his name.
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I am going to option Klingons.
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About the Tesla thing, two things from recent memory stick out in regards to accidents and such. Musk ordered the radar taken out to make a cheaper car. That contributes to the car not being able to tell if you are driving into a lake, or a wall, another car, whatever might be on the road.
Autodriving Teslas have been shown to slow down traffic because they can't read signals from other drivers.
I know I want a car like the ones in Minority Report, Star Trek, and so forth, but I don't think Musk is the right guy to spearhead such an action when the computerized map (which is one of the things used for the car) at the job will take a delivery two streets away and show that it is five counties away, or tell the driver to cut through someone's house.
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10 hours ago, Pattern Ghost said:
I'm pretty sure this would convince nobody. Most conservatives (more talking heads, less so rank and file citizens) I've seen expressing an opinion agree that these intersex conditions occur, and express varying levels of sympathy toward these cases. What they don't like are people born with normal genitalia who say that they're of the opposite gender than goes with their genitalia. They get further confused with the vast spectrum of circumstances that are now being taken in under the transgender umbrella by trans-rights activism.
IMO, a better way to use the atypical genitalia argument is this: There have been many cases where a person was born with ambiguous genitalia, and a doctor made the call to assign a sex to the infant based on what the surgeon felt they could best "correct" the genitalia to, regardless of chromosome. This caused a problem later in life as these children often didn't feel "right" in their bodies. A genetic male assigned female at birth, and raised as a female, for example, would eventually figure out something was up, and be caused great emotional trauma as a result. News pieces and news magazine shows were devoted to this topic as far back as, say, the 80s, and the debate continues to this day. (I remember them coming up at least in the early 80s time frame on shows like 60 Minutes.) So, get the person to agree that this is a messed up situation. Shouldn't be too hard. Hopefully, they will sympathize with stories of a boy being surgically altered and raised as a girl (or vice versa) and this causing problems.
Then say that this must mean we have an innate sense of our gender. Once agreement is reached, flip the script. Talk about a boy who's born and raised as a boy but has a strong innate feeling that he's a girl. This causes great emotional distress. What's the solution? Well, you can't fix the thing that tells a person what their sex is, since nobody knows what it is. So, you take steps to make them comfortable in their body, and to treat them as the gender that's appropriate. That might include purely social things, or hormone replacement therapy or various surgeries up to gender confirmation surgery.
Probably also wouldn't work, but you never know.
Good luck on convincing them that any of the other categories of people that fall under the trans umbrella are acceptable, though. Baby steps, I guess.
*As far as I know. I label this thing as "gender" based on some older thinking of one's gender being in your head and your sex being in your chromosomes. When those two don't align, it causes issues. Still seems to hold up, such as in the case of intersex/atypical genitalia children above, though it's a pretty simple model that doesn't address many other areas of gender identity.
You seem way too smart to have ever been an MP.
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I think I am down three picks, so I need my lower deck guy, and two options. I am optioning Conrad the planet maker, and the High Evolutionary. My lower deck guy is the T-800
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Cape Fear
1975-
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Wes Wesolowski knew he was going to die. He was in his car, driving for his life,
hoping that he was wrong about the car that was behind him. He needed to get
somewhere that he could hide until he could write his story and present his evidence
to save his life.As a reporter, he had covered a lot of stories. This was the first one that could get him
killed. He should have given the story to McKay so he could get killed.The car sped up and hit him from behind. He steered away from the impact. If they
knocked him off the road, he was as good as dead. He had to find a place where he
could lose them and then get back to the paper.Once the story was out with evidence to back it up, he would be in the clear.
There might be some reprisals. Big time criminals didn’t like reporters poking into
their business. It was the nature of the beast. He had dealt with some of them over the
years. They didn’t even want to be treated badly as they waited for their sentencing.He checked his mirror again. The other car was coming up for another ram. He
weaved side to side so they couldn’t get a clear shot. He had to stay on the road. If he
was knocked off here, he would drop into a valley and have to be carried out with a
basket from above.He couldn’t let them have the records he had stolen. If they got them back, all of his
proof would be gone. His story would be dead.He rocked in his seat as his car took another hit. How many more could he take before
the tires gave out. That would be just as bad as anything else that might happen.Another hit and he lost control. He saw the guard rail coming up and tried to turn to
catch it with the side of his car. He took another hit and his Pontiac was airborne. He
tried to steer on the way down but he hit something and the car flipped and rolled
towards the bottom of the valley.He had worn his seat belt and it cut into his hips and legs as the car carried him to his
crash. He felt blood on his face and his suit was ripped up. He had to get out of the
car and get away from there before the guys who pushed him off the road came down
and finished him off.All they had to do was shoot into the car and that would be the end of it for him.
If they only wanted to stop him, shooting the car until it caught fire with him inside
of it was the best thing for them to do. He had to get out and find cover. Then he
could think of patching his wounds and getting things to his desk to write up for his
editor.He realized he was upside-down. That was bad for him because it made it easier to
shoot at the gas tank. And it made it harder for him to undo the seatbelt so he could
flee.He worked at the buckle until the belt snapped loose and he could drop down to the
roof of his car. He cut himself squeezing through the window. He lay on the ground
for a minute to catch his breath.He had to get away from the car. If they started shooting at it, he could be caught in
the blast. If they started shooting at him and hit him, he could be wounded bad
enough that he couldn’t escape.Then he would be one more missing reporter that was lost somewhere while doing
a story.He should have asked McKay to cover this. He didn’t care if McKay got shot and set
on fire.Wes dragged himself away from the car. His legs didn’t work right for the moment.
He pulled himself along with his hands. He reached another downslope to a mass of
trees. He pulled himself to a roll that carried him to the trees.He reached the trees and hit painfully against the wooden sentinels. He took a
moment to catch his breath again. He had to get into the trees to get cover from the
other car on the mountain. He could see the lights up there.Everything hurt. Blood was everywhere. He felt the world sliding to the side. He had
to keep going until he got help to get him to the paper.He had never hurt this much before. He could see being in the hospital after he got
this story cleared. Maybe he could write a story about the hospital while he was stuck
in it.He should have taken another road to get away.
He dragged himself deeper in the woods. He had to get away from the road. He had
to protect what he had taken. He had to try to keep going.Wes knew he had no chance of reaching a rescuer. He was going to die on the
mountain. They were going to find the files. Maybe they would set his body on fire
to hide the evidence.He hated losing like that.
Wes struggled along. He couldn’t wait on them to find him. He was going to die,
but he was going to make them work for it. He tried to smile at that, but the
pain turned it into grimace.He heard a sound like a whistling above him. He wondered where it was coming
from. He put it out of his mind. If it wasn’t help, then it was useless.The ground exploded to his right. Trees jumped into the air. His hand caught fire.
He rolled as more pain flooded his system. He glanced over and saw a fire burning
in the trees. Had they shot a rocket at him? Is that what had caused the explosion?He rubbed his hand. The pain there eclipsed everything else he was suffering. He
looked down at it. He saw that he had acquired some kind of burn mark that looked
like four diamonds.He rubbed it to clear some of the ash and blood off of it. He blinked as the diamonds
lit up. He thought that he was about to pass out because he was hallucinating.His body stretched out into a ribbon. He floated above the fiery crater. He tried to
look at himself but he couldn’t see his hands. What was going on?He found his clothes and stolen files laying on the ground. He frowned that he was
running around naked and apparently floating above the ground. The pain was gone.He tried to frown but he couldn’t feel his face. He tried to feel around with his hands,
but he couldn’t tell where his hands were.What was going on?
Wes decided that he had to get out of there and figure things out later. He had to get
to the paper to write up his story if he could use the typewriter.He floated to his belongings and gathered them up. He flew down the mountain side
to the city below. He wondered how fast he was going.He had so many questions but he had no way to work on that yet. If he could get to
a doctor, maybe then he could worry about not feeling normal. He was glad that the
pain had faded away with the change of shape.Maybe there was someone he could ask about this. Maybe there was someone like
the Mark who knew what happened to him.If the Hazard Scouts were still around, Mr. Robot had been the expert on strange stuff
like this. And they were based in California. He could have called and arranged for
an appointment.He looked behind him. The fire in the trees still burned from what he could see. He
didn’t see anyone checking out the explosion. A secondary blast answered the first.He frowned at the realization that his car had finally gone up in a fireball.
He was going to get the blame for the fire. He couldn’t believe it. He paused to
consider going back up to the top of the mountain in his new body and doing
something.He wasn’t quite sure what that something was.
He found a payphone. He could call the paper if he could still talk. He could report
the fire and his attempted murder, even if he didn’t know who had actually did
the deed.He returned to normal as he searched his clothes for change to make his call. He
looked around. No one was around to see him bent over his clothes in the buff.
He quickly pulled on his clothes before someone came along.He frowned at the blood and dirt on everything. He felt better. Maybe turning into
a blob had healed up the injuries to him. He winced as he moved. He hadn’t healed
up as much as he thought.Maybe he was going to die from internal injuries, but he was able to keep moving
at the moment.He put change in the payphone and called the night editor for the paper. He had to
give a verbal breakdown for the fire story so it could be written up before the
deadline. Then he had to work on his bigger story.“Clancy,” said the night editor. He didn’t have much to do, but when he did, his slow
talk turned to a fast clip. “What’s your story?”“Clancy, this is Wes,” said the reporter. He looked around for a location. “A fire has
started up in the mountains. An explosion on the ground started it. I don’t know what
that was. Also my car was pushed off Old Pine Road through the guard rail before the fire. My car exploded when the fire reached it from the looks of things. I need to call the fire department and see what they can do.”"Where are you, Wes?,” said Clancy. The scribbling of a pen, or pencil, came over
the line.“I am at a pay phone at the corner of Burnes and Winchester,” said Wes. He
had to look around for street signs. “The fire is on the mountain where Old Pine
Road is. It’s in the trees below the road. You can see it from where I am.”“What happened?,” said Clancy. “I’ll chop anything too outlandish.”
“I was pushed off the road down the side of the mountain,” said Wes. “Guys started
shooting at me. I got into some trees. There was a boom, and then there was a fire.
And then my car went up.”“That is a lot of outlandish,” said Clancy.
“I know,” said Wes. “They were chasing me over some files I have. I was going to
bring them in so I could work on the Delveccio story. I didn’t think they would try
to kill me over it.”“Delveccio is connected, Wes,” said Clancy. “Everyone knows it. I’m surprised he
hasn’t had you killed before this. He’s definitely going to want to kill you if you have
some kind of evidence against him.”“I have been chasing this story for a long time,” said Wes. “I’m sure I can prove
something with what I have. I’m coming in to write everything up.”“Don’t come here,” said Clancy. “This is the first place they will look for you if they
think you’re alive and got away. Don’t go home either. Pick a random place and go
there until some of this blows over. Thanks, Bel. All right. Some of your reporting is
not so outlandish after all.”“What do you mean?,” asked Wes.
“The Observatory reported a meteor impact out your way,” said Clancy. “There’s
your explosion.”“I almost got killed by a meteor?,” asked Wes. He couldn’t believe that. “There
was nothing left as far as I could see.”“You lucked out,” said Clancy. “I am going to call the police and tell them about your
car, and tell them that you called in. Are you hurt?”“A little,” said Wes. “I have had worse from my old man.”
“Don’t come here, don’t go home,” said Clancy. “Find some place you can hunker
down until things quiet. Delveccio might have some of the cops on the payroll. Don’t
tell them anything until you have your story written. I’ll talk to Fleming and see if the
paper can do something for you.”“So I’m in the cold until I can get things done,” said Wes.
“If they are waiting for you here, you’ll be picked up before you can get to your
desk,” said Clancy. “Remember Marsden.”“I remember,” said Wes. “Fire trucks are visible, Clancy. It looks like they’ll be
finding my car in a minute.”“I’ll have Rewrite go over things before the press starts up,” said Clancy. “I will not
put anything in about you, your car crash, or your presence. You’re going to have to
explain things to Fleming in the morning. Until then, hide out. If you really have the
goods, be ready to protect your source from the police.”“I can do that,” said Wes. He was the source, and he had committed burglary to
get what he had. “Thanks, Clancy.”“Don’t thank me yet,” said the editor. “Fleming will want to know what you got, and
how to use it. Make sure you have the real thing to justify driving you off the road
and down a cliff.”“I’ll have to hire an expert, won’t I?,” said Wes.
“If you want your story to go, yes,” said Clancy. “You’ll need a third party to back
up your conclusion. And that’s if Delveccio doesn’t kill you first.”“I don’t know any finance guys,” said Wes. “All right. I’ll work on that to get the
backup for the story.”“Fleming and Golding will want to talk to you,” said Clancy. “I’ll let them know
what is going on.”“Thanks, Clancy,” said Wes. “I’ll call back when I have something for you.”
“All right,” said Clancy. “Stay out of trouble until we can get things sorted.”
He hung up the phone.
Wes put the receiver on its hook. He hated to be reminded of Marsden. He had been
the first to go after Delveccio.They had found his body anchored to a buoy off the coast. Parts of it were missing
because someone had taken a knife to him. He had been on his way to the paper after
finding something. He had never made it.Wes didn’t want that for himself.
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Former city and state rep Derwin Montgomery was sentenced yesterday to five years of probation and restitution after taking 25k from the charity he was running to hit Vegas and Cancun as part of a plea deal. Charges of wire fraud were dismissed as part of the deal.
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Victor Stone, The Cyborg as my Rookie
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I'm picking the Genesis Device as my cargo
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in 2011, a man was arrested for three counts of animal cruelty and thirty three counts of negligence. The county took these ponies from him. The property was sold. The reason this is relevant is in the last few days, the city/county is digging up this property with permission from the current owners. The word is they are looking for human remains.
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I'm picking Johann Kraus as my misfit.
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On 6/5/2023 at 9:40 AM, Cygnia said:
i was like please dont be Jim Butcher.
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My coworker still thinks that Trudeau is trying to control the population of Canada by offering euthanasia for broken noses. He had an article published by Forbes and I was like what you said is going on is not what the article says. They kicked it up since the article came out.
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What Have You Watched Recently?
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Trapped in the hospital for the week. Watched a bunch of Ghost Adventures (Wife wanted it), Bones, Castle, Spongebob Squarepants (Wife wanted that), Forensic Files, Bad Boys 1 and 2, and Captain Marvel and rewatched part of Ant man and the Wasp.
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