John got out his car after parking it in the small parking spaces his apartment complex had available, they were smaller because when the cheap
landlord had them resurfaced they painted the white lines a smaller distance between them in order to make more parking spaces. He often wondered if
they knew that only created one or two more spaces and frustrated the Hell out of the tenants due to the fact that you almost could not get out of
your vehicle without slamming into another tenant's vehicle. Winding his way between cars he noticed that the light was on in his corner apartment
when he was not home and living alone this was suspicious because no one was ever in the apartment without his permission. Walking the sidewalk he
looked in each window as he passed them with no luck seeing in as he always kept the blinds drawn, he came to the corner of the sidewalk and turned
right walking along underneath the stairwell to the front door of the apartment, the only door, a choke-point, only one way in and one way out and
noticed the screen door was ajar.
Usually the latch was caught because he was always careful to shove it when walking away. Pulling his house keys out of his left pocket slowly, he
inserted the key into the deadbolt and turned it to the right unlocking the door and pushed the door open slowly while standing back in case someone
was inside who might try and jump him. By the dim light of the apartment he could see no one was present in the livingroom but he was cautious and
walked slowly to the computer desk picking up the nightstick that was sitting there and grasped the handle tightly with the length of it along his
forearm to act as a shield and the knob end protruding as a jabbing weapon and silently made his way past the kitchen observing it was empty and
moving towards the short hallway. Stopping at the bathroom entrance, the door always open, he looked into the spare bedroom from there noticing the
light was on and stepped to the right towards the bathroom to shield him from view if anyone was present as well to get a closer look into the main
bedroom which was to the left. No one was in the master bedroom as he glanced into it and he stepped cautiously into the doorway of the spare bedroom
to find no one.
He reasoned that he must have left a light on but the air was electric almost as if someone had passed through the room before he had only moments
before. Standing in the hallway he looked into the master bedroom and saw the three inch stack of shooting targets were in a slight disarray like
someone had pulled them out and hastily put them away. Throwing the baton on the bed he reached under the mattress for the nine millimeter Glock-17,
gripping it tight, without the necessity of ratcheting the slide back to put a bullet in the chamber because he always left one in the barrel for just
such an occasion, he moved back stealthily towards the kitchen and moved over the white linoleum gliding silently as a ghost towards the walk-in
pantry which would be the only other place someone could hide. Gripping the handle firmly with his right hand and the Glock-17 with in his left hand,
he turned the handle as quietly as possible and yanked the door open, slamming his left hand into the right hand which now held the butt of the pistol
in the classic shooters stance which made it a firm double-handed grip.
Nobody in the closet only made him more edgy because he could still feel the electricity, almost like feeling someone's aura after they vacated the
apartment before he got home. Putting the Glock-17 into his waistband he looked around for anything else that seemed out of place besides the used
shooting targets which he stacked on top of each other in synchronous order from oldest on the bottom to newest on top, the only other thing that
seemed out of place was a book on the bookshelf that was out of place by a half inch in the spare bedroom called How To Be Invisible
. The book
was written by a man who had literally disappeared when the wrong Government began looking for him and John thought it was interesting enough but had
learned nothing from it due to an eclectic amount of useful knowledge he had collected over a lifetime. Pushing the book back onto the shelf more
securely he considered making the effort to collect fingerprints from the book briefly but reconsidered since if someone had been in his apartment it
would be extremely difficult to prove and fingerprints alone would not be enough.
Telephone Conversation :
Voice One : The target just got home. I barely got out of his apartment before he came in.
Voice Two : That was rather stupid of you. What happened to your lookout? That man has guns and knows how to kill without much thought other than
Voice One : My lookout wasn't available. I thou,...
Voice Two : You what?!? You did not think, at all, Steve. If the man had found you snooping in his apartment you would have never been found. He's
made declarative statements to this effect before when speaking to various people.
Voice One : Sorry.
Voice Two : Damn right you're sorry. We want nothing traceable back to us. If he can link this to a black box operation, we're screwed.
Voice One : Why is this so important that he not trace it back to us?
Voice Two : Because, after Project Megiddo and those other events, we're being watched closer than ever.
Voice One : You mean Wac,...
Voice Two : SHUT THE HELL UP! You're pushing it. There are far too many links now. Goodbye for now.
Voice One : Good bye, sir.
He stood in the apartment thinking of ways to get the information he needed to stop these people. John was not easily stumped when it came to handling
business of his own.
Pulling a book off the shelf in the livingroom he sat on the couch and began thumbing through the pages of a book called HAARP : The Ultimate
Weapon of the Conspiracy
and began reading where his bookmark was placed. The book was supposed to be a serious attempt to discover who is really
behind the HAARP project and how they plan to rule the world. According to the book HAARP was a possible scientific and military application, from
planetary defense shield to a tool for pioneering deep into the earth. From what John knew the facility and machine designated as HAARP, standing for
High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program, sounded like something right out of Buck Rogers, but more closely he had linked it back to Nikola
Tesla as one of the scientists inventions that never came to the light of day as having been his invention due to Edison and Westinghouse.
John thumbed each page delicately as he scanned the pages reading about the technical nature of the device and its alleged concepts and the
conspiracies surrounding it and that the facility was a place where you could go take tours of because of its link to science but he knew unlike other
fellow conspiracy theorists that it was linked to the military through DARPA
. This is why they were scared of him since the Government did not
like average citizens stumbling around their secrets and maybe this was why he was getting strange vibes from some of these people now living around
him. Were they possibly secret Government agents? Would this be enough for them to kill him over or were they just watching and collecting data? He
thought this over for a moment about the events that had led up to that moment and wondered just how this was being investigated behind the scenes.
Would they try to stop him or was the event from earlier just happenstance? That man had been following him prior to going to work and then the
near rear-end. He knew they watched everything going through the computer through the Echelon System
watching for keywords,
collecting data and the thought of one too many red-flags made him cringe as he thought about what he had been digging into on the conspiracy theory
website for the last four years and the conclusion came to him that yes this would be enough of a reason to warrant them killing him if the need arose
or if he kept digging too much. Unknown to them he had figured out there was no such thing as the New World Order
and that this was a set of
keywords itself set up to flag anyone and everyone through e-mails, telephone calls, and other assorted efforts of collecting data John had figured
out these three seemingly innocent keywords were in fact just a set of words which set into play a causation for the person using them to be
instantaneously discredited when it came to talking about the alleged conspiracy like a dog chasing its tail around in circles through the game of
Eventually, people would get tired of chasing their tail or estrange all of their family and friends and then they would look crazy and instead of
actually getting to the bottom of anything they would have done over half of the work for the Government who hid behind these words working behind the
scenes through shadows and gray propaganda in order to commit darker and more heinous crimes using the people against themselves for the end goal of
eventually getting everyone microchipped with the bio-chip and John began to wonder if HAARP somehow figured into all of this as a means of tracking
in conjunction with the cell phone towers as a means to triangulate the location of everyone on the planet with the OnStar system. This is why the do
not like you very much thought the man who had begun to randomly put two and two together all of a sudden. It all linked back to when he had bought
that book I.B.M. and the Holocaust
and used the bar-code to get the customer discount at Walden Books. John remembered when he had bought the
book and was thrilled over getting the ten percent off and when the coupons came to his mailbox he had been even happier.
Knowledge equals power.
[edit on 20-10-2009 by SpartanKingLeonidas]