Trump one up for the gods, especially the Cekko gods, they really are good it would seem. Happy Thursday my friends, great to be back. Hope you like episode one so very much that you are back today for more. Well, we won’t disappoint you, here is the continuation of the story as seen in chapter one.
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Episode 1: 02
But getting over there is going to be a real challenge. So now, after biding your time very carefully, you’ve managed to make it there behind the column…
You are undercover now yes, but you are having trouble hearing as clearly as you would have liked.
The high pitched voice sometimes gets carried through clear enough for you to hear what was said but for the most part, the words are coming through somewhat muffled.
However, with little, if any other choice, this is going to have to suffice. And then, there it is. The overture of the haunting melody, just like the footsteps, heavy boots coming, coming across the floor towards you.
…they at the table are still talking, deep into the discussions.
But the marching-boots type of footsteps is still coming towards you. Even if it’s not what you think it is, there is no way that you are going to risk finding that out.
Speaking of “out,” that is what you are going to have to do, get out of there, out of that place where you are standing now, or out of sights any way possible.
And that was what you did, sliding down on hands and knees, quickly. You would have swung yourself unto the underside of the ledge on which you had been standing moments before, dragging your hands along with you as fast as you could, while stretching yourself out full length.
Your feet found the column to the southern end as your hands just as quickly as you had dragged them off of the ledge above you and out of sight of the guard who had just popped the window open, just as quickly, you did popped them over your head to meet the other column to the north side of the building.
So now you are hanging suspended there just below the underside of the ledge on which you had been standing moments before and thanking the gods, firstly the gods you’d long known to be good.
But then you started having trouble remembering any time or situations in which such gods had ever come through this quickly and this much forcefully for you or anyone that you had ever known, so you thought to yourself, it must have been the other gods, the Cekko gods probably, it must have been them who had done it for you.
You had even started to notice that the strength you needed to bear you up in that position under the ledge was supplied, even in abundance it would have seemed, and then you had was to start to think about sending out some of the praises unto the Cekko gods too.
Maybe, just maybe you had quickly transcended into being much more of a Cekko person than you’d thought.
So, you would have offered up another prayer unto them to keep you there in that position until you can make it down and out of there before the hard ground, four stories down comes up rapidly to meet you there where you are hanging unprepared and unable to do anything about that situation any time soon.
Meanwhile, at least one other pair of boots would have marched over to that side of the conference room and might have been there bearing up a second head which is probably, even now, peering out of a window and looking around, searching to see what they could see of any person who might have been loitering somewhere around those parts. But…
It must have been a super-pack supply of strength which the gods had given you for the task, because, for all of those many nights and days while the meeting continued on, you were hanging there on the underside of the ledge.
And even though some passers-by would have turned the head upwards to look in that general direction, and even though you could have seen them clearly as they do so.
Somehow, none of them seemed to have even noticed that you were hanging suspended there for all that time. Wow! Awesome gods.
Extra, extra. Here is today's extra, just for you.
Bobbittized. If it wasn’t so sad, it would have been laughable
1994 – In Manassas, VA, Lorena Bobbitt went on trial. She had been charged with maliciously wounding her husband John. She was acquitted by reason of temporary insanity. And if you really don’t know what is about, google it up. Even though it’s sad, it’s laughable, promise.
1946 – The first meeting of the UN General Assembly was held with 51 nations represented.
1986 – The uncut version of “Showboat” opened, at the Kennedy Center in DC.
1776 - “Common sense” by Thomas Paine was published.
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