7; BLACK SHEEP

BLACK SHEEP

There are black sheep in every organization (including Army and police forces) who can be BRIBED but that does not imply that Army and police personnel are "enemies" as some scared Nazi super idiots desperately want people to believe.

Nowadays, prestigious educational institutions like Harvard, Oxford, Cambridge, MIT etc. are full of NAZI male and female CHEATS who pretend to be "students" and "researchers" and "professors" but are NAZI IDIOTS who hope to be "spies"!

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] October 22, 2022

বঁশিষ্ঠ

Late (expired) বঁশিষ্ঠ latest reincarnation of Ahalya's husband বশিষ্ঠ* আছিল নেকি who cursed her for her marital infidelity and turned her into STONE (reversibly), according to an Indian mythological story? *[Probably a top clone of "Krishna".]

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] October 22, 2022

BIZARRE SPECULATIONS 

I wonder if the Bible and Shakespeare's plays and poems were in fact published AFTER 1950 - just as I wonder if well-known literary "classics" WAR AND PEACE and ANNA KARENINA and MADAME BOVARY and DON QUIXOTE and FATHERS AND SONS and THE IDIOT etc. were also in fact published AFTER 1950, too. My "bizarre" speculations would be proved correct if no one bought or read or saw the Bible and Shakespeare's plays and poems etc. mentioned above anywhere in the world BEFORE 1950. (Much interesting doubtful history has been written.)

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] October 22, 2022

ADAM, JYOTI, KrS

It seems to Me that Adam married Ms. Jyoti but He was replaced by BM KrS who watched in panic Adam transformed into baby and growing up and then KrS decided to "escape" from adult Adam and His violent team of ET scientists who can instantly vaporize very scared powerless KrS and his entire team of equally scared male and female Nazis on and inside Earth by burning LASER. BM KrS T.N. transformed himself into BM Ranj KrS ("son" of Daibaki Rup Nag.) and was replaced in T.N. by a lookalike clone of BM KrS alias BM Ranj KrS who changed to Prof. Robert Sapolsky, John Piper, His Holiness Radhanath Swami. 

Ms. Jyoti was kidnapped and replaced by a lookalike clone who died to make people believe that Jyoti is dead.

(plausible speculations)

Antoine de Saint-Exupery: The Little Prince 

गुलशन नन्दा: डरपोक 

वेद प्रकाश शर्मा : भगवान नम्बर दो

Stephenie Meyer: THE CHEMIST [cf. scout jamboree (KrS); golf cap (RanjKrS)]

Excerpts:

What could he be doing to earn it?

Of course they were watching his associations at this point, and it paid off quickly. Someone named Enrique de la Fuentes showed up in a grainy black-and-white photo taken by the security camera in the parking lot of Daniel Beach's motel in Mexico city. 

De la Fuentes was a drug lord. He'd become impatient and started looking for more and more unorthodox methods to dispose of his enemies. And then he'd found an ally.

She [Alex] sucked in a breath through her teeth.

This was a name she knew - knew and loathed. This domestic-terrorist ring had several names. The department called them the Serpent. The file didn't say who had made the first contact, only that an agreement had been reached.

Enter the school teacher [Daniel Beach].

From what the best analytical minds could piece together, Daniel Beach, all-around good guy, had gone to Egypt and acquired TCX-1 for a hungry, unstable drug lord. And he was clearly still part of the plot. From the evidence available, it appeared he would be the one dispensing TCX-1 on American soil.

The Serpent and de la Fuentes were attempting to orchestrate the most debilitating attack that had been perpetrated on American soil. And if it was true that de la Fuentes already had the weaponized virus and the vaccine, they had an excellent chance of success. Sometimes the truth was worse than fiction.

The stakes were higher than she expected. Was the tight focus on saving her own life even defensible in the face of this kind of horror? 

If Daniel Beach disappeared, de la Fuentes would know someone was onto him. Odds were, he would act sooner than he'd planned, ahead of schedule. Daniel had to talk, and he had to talk quickly. And then he had to go back to regular life, be seen, and keep the megalomaniac drug lord calm until the good guys could take him out.

Alex was the best at retrieving information without damaging the subject. (Before Alex, Barnaby had been the best and only man for the job.) The CIA, the NSA, and most similar governmental sections had their own teams for interrogating subjects who were slated for disposal after the information was acquired. Over time, Alex had got a lot busier.

She sighed and refocused on the now. Eleven pictures of Daniel Beach lay in a row across the pillows at the head of the bed. It was hard to reconcile the two sides of the coin. 

In the early pictures he looked like a Boy Scout, his softly waving hair somehow projecting innocence and pure intentions. But though it was obviously the same face in the spies' [later, more recent] photos, everything was different. The hair was always hidden under hoods [caps] or ball caps (one of her own frequent disguises); the posture was more aggressive; the expressions were cold and professional. [BM RanjKrS Rup Nag. once even dared to casually call H. "Satan" at which H. gave him a verbal bashing and he escaped in panic soon afterwards and became John Piper and His Holiness Radhanath Swami (a red herring) and "baby boy" Aamir Kh. T.N.]. She looked at the matching but contradictory faces again and wondered briefly if Daniel had an actual psychiatric disorder or if it was a progressive she was looking at, and the innocent no longer existed at all.

(p. 38-43)

*

She removed the gag and he gasped for air. He stared at her with awed horror.

"I'll give you a few minutes," she said. "Collect your thoughts." 

She left through the exit he couldn't see, then sat quietly on the cot and listen to him choke back his sobs.

But it was obvious that this was Daniel the Teacher. There was still no sign of Dark Daniel. What would reach him?

She walked quietly to the computer and touched a key.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Daniel." 

He hadn't heard her enter. He cringed as far away from the sound of her voice as he could.

"Let's not do it again, okay?" she said. She settled back into her chair. "I'm not actually a sadist. I don't enjoy watching you suffer. I just don't have another choice. I'm not going to let all those people die."

His voice was raw. "I don't ... know what ... you're talking about."

"You'd be surprised how many people say that - and keep saying it for round after round of what you just went through, and worse! And then on the tenth round for one, on the seventeenth for another, suddenly the truth comes pouring out. And I get to tell the good guys where to find the warhead or the chemical bomb or the disease agent. And people stay alive, Daniel."

"I haven't killed anyone," he rasped.

"But you're planning to, and I'm going to change your mind."

"I would never do that."

She sighed. "This is going to take a long time, isn't it?"

"I can't tell you anything I don't know. You've got the wrong person."

"Have you ever been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder?" 

"No! Alex, I'm not the crazy person in this room."

That didn't help at all.

She touched a key on her computer.

"Tell me about your trip to Egypt."

"I have never been to Egypt."

"You didn't go there with Habitat for Humanity two years ago?"

"No. I've been in Mexico for the past three summers."

"You do know people keep track of these things, right? That your passport number is logged into a computer and there's a record of where you've gone?"

"Which is why you should know I was in Mexico!"

"Where you met Enrique de la Fuentes."

"Who?"

She blinked her eyes slowly, her face very bored.

"Hold on," he said. "I know that name. It was on the news a while ago ... with those DEA [Drug Enforcement Administration] officers that went missing. He's a drug dealer, right?"

She held up the picture of de la Fuentes again.

"That's him?"

She nodded.

"Why do you think I know him?"

She answered slowly. "Because I also have pictures of you together. And because he's given you ten million dollars in the past three years."

His mouth dropped open and the word came out as a gasp. "Wha ... ut?"

"Ten million dollars, in your name, scattered around the Cayman Islands and Swiss banks."

He stared at her for another second, and then anger suddenly twisted his face, and his voice turned harsh. "If I've got ten million dollars, then why do I live in a roach-infested walk-up [with no elevators] studio [tiny room?]? Why are we using the same patched volleyball uniforms that the school's had since 1973? Why do I ride the Metro while my ex-wife's new husband drives around town in a Mercedes?"

She let him vent. Unfortunately, this angry Daniel was still the school-teacher version, just not a very happy schoolteacher.

"Wait a minute - what do you mean you have pictures of me with the drug guy?"

She walked to her desk and pulled the appropriate photo.

"In El Minya, Egypt, with de la Fuentes," she announced as she held the photo in front of his face.

"Do you want to tell me about Egypt now, Daniel?"

Tight lips. "I've never been there. Not me."

"I don't believe you." She sighed.

She stacked the syringes one by one onto her left palm. Eight this time.

He stared at her with terror and ... sadness. She paused with the first needle ready in her right hand.

"Daniel, if you want to say something, do it quick."

Dejected. "It won't help."

She waited another second, and he looked straight at her.

"It's just your face," he said. "It's the same as before... exactly the same."

She flinched. But she wanted to leave quickly, so she stabbed the needle into the side of his neck and pushed the plunger down.

He lay there gasping again, but this time he didn't cry, though she knew the pain had been much worse than before. 

He started to shiver. 

"Do you have anything to say?" she asked gently.

"It's not me. Swear. I'm not - planning - anything. Don't know the drug guy. Wish I could help. Really, really, really - wish I could help. Really."

"Hmm. You're showing some resistance to this method, so maybe we'll try something new."

"Re...sistance?" he croaked in disbelief. "You think ... I'm resist...ing? ... Why. Is this - happening to me."

"Because this is exactly what happens when you plan to release a lethal influenza virus in four American states, potentially killing a million citizens. The government takes exception to that kind of behavior. And they send me to make you talk."

His eyes focused on her, horror suddenly overtaken by shock.

"What. The. Actual. Hell!"

"Yes, it's horrific and appalling and evil, I know."

"Alex, really, this is nuts! I think you have a problem."

She got in his face. "My problem is that you're not telling Me where the virus is. Do you have it already? Is it with de la Fuentes still? When's the drop? Where is it?"

"This is insane. You're insane."

"I'd probably enjoy life a lot more if that were true. But I'm beginning to think they sent the wrong doctor. We need the doctor for crazies here. I don't know how to get the other Daniel to show up?"

"Other Daniel?"

"The one I can see in these pictures!"

She whirled and grabbed a handful from the desk. She held up the top photo, Other Daniel skulking in the back door of a Mexican bar.

He looked at her, torn.

"I can't ... explain it ... it doesn't make sense. He looks like..."

"Like you."

"No," he whispered. "I mean, yes, of course he looks like me, but I can see the differences."

"Daniel, do you know who this is?"

"It can't be," he breathed. "It's impossible."

She leaned forward. "Tell me," she murmured.

He opened his eyes and stared at her searchingly. "You're sure? He's going to kill people?"

"Hundreds of thousands of people, Daniel," she promised, earnest as he was. "He's got access to a deadly virus and he's going to spread it for a psychopathic drug lord. He already has hotel reservations - in your name.* He's doing this in three weeks."

A whisper. "I don't believe it."

"I don't want to either. This virus ... it's a bad one, Daniel. It's going to kill a lot more people than a bomb. There'll be no way to control how it spreads."

"But how could he do this? Why?"

"It's too late for that. All that matters now is stopping him. Who is he, Daniel? Help me save those innocent people."

A different kind of agony twisted his features.

In the perfect stillness of the night, as she waited for his answer, she clearly heard a prop plane overhead.

Daniel looked up. 

Time slowed down while she analyzed.

Daniel didn't seem surprised or relieved. The noise did not seem to signal rescue or attack to him. He just noticed it the way someone might notice a car alarm going off. Not relevant to himself, but distracting.

It felt like she was moving in slow motion as she jumped up and raced to the desk for the syringe she needed. 

"You don't have to do that, Alex," Daniel said, resigned. "I'll tell you."

"Shh," she whispered, while she injected the drug - into the IV port this time. "I'm just putting you to sleep for now." She patted his cheek. "No pain, I promise."

"Are we in danger?" he whispered back.

We. Huh. She'd never had a subject anything like this before.

"I don't know if you are," she said as his eyes drooped closed. "But I sure as hell am."

She put the gas mask securely on his face, then donned hers. Almost as a reflex, she covered Daniel with the blanket again. 

She shut the lights off and exited the tent. Inside the barn, everything was black.

This wasn't a big operation coming for her. No way any elimination team worth its salt would announce its arrival with a noisy plane.

Who was it? Not de la Fuentes.

She believed Daniel was telling the truth. That's why this exercise with Daniel had bothered her so much - because he wasn't lying. It wasn't going to be de la Fuentes coming after him. No one was coming after Daniel, because he wasn't anything more than what he said he was - an English teacher, a history teacher, a volleyball coach. Whoever was coming was coming for her.

Why now? Had the department been tracking her all day and only just discovered her? Were they trying to save Daniel's life, having realized too late that he wasn't the guy?

No way. They would have known that before they set her up. They had access to too much information to be fooled in this. The file wasn't entirely make-believe, but it was manipulated. They had wanted her to get the wrong person.

For a moment she felt a wave of nausea. She'd tortured an innocent man. She put that away quickly. Time for regret later, if she didn't die now.

Low stakes again - just her own life to save. And Daniel's, too, if she could.

She tried to shake the thought that her stakes had somehow doubled. She didn't need the extra burden.

Maybe someone else - that brilliant and unsuspecting kid who had taken her place at the department - was working on the real terrorist now.

(p. 90-101)

*[Obviously a lookalike - someone created in the lab to look very much like him.]

Einstein (p. 108, 141, 174 etc.)

Batman (p. 106)

Mad Scientist (p. 162)

Adam (EPILOGUE: p. 512, 513, 514, 515, 516, 517, 518)

Anchor podcasts:

#248 (March 6, 2022) ELECTRONIC TRACKER 

#249 (March 9, 2022) THE SHOW: THE HIDEAWAY - 1

#250 (March 9, 2022) THE SHOW: THE HIDEAWAY - 2

#251 (March 9, 2022) THE SHOW: THE HIDEAWAY - 3

#252 (March 9, 2022) THE SHOW: THE HIDEAWAY - 4

#257 (March 12, 2022) Sherlock Holmes 

#258 (March 12, 2022) OLD WORLD POET 

#259 (March 12, 2022) Serpent & de la Fuentes 

#260 (March 12, 2022) Barnaby 

#261 (March 12, 2022) ANDROGENOUS [ANDROGYNOUS] NAMES

#262 (March 12, 2022) ANDROGYNOUS NAMES [e.g. Bobby, Alex]

#263 (March 12, 2022) Daniel Beach 

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] October 23, 2022