Amy had gotten the distress email from the fleet saying they were running out of supplies would they be able to dispatch food and water soon? She quickly sent them an email.
Friends in Christ Jesus,
We will have a flight dispatched tomorrow. Send coordinates and the pilot, Sam, will be in contact. We have water, food, and survival packs and all will be included in your first shipment.
God Bless,
Amy at the Shop
She then began sending an email to Mark.
Mark,
I have a mission for you. We need you to fly to the fleet sometime tomorrow. They will send the coordinates which I will give to you as soon as you arrive. If you have some of your meals ready, we could use some food to send. We shall see you tomorrow.
In Christ,
Amy
She sat back in her chair praying she was doing the right thing. Hopefully, this wasn't a trap, but they would soon know the answer to all the questions.
Friends in Christ Jesus,
We will have a flight dispatched tomorrow. Send coordinates and the pilot, Sam, will be in contact. We have water, food, and survival packs and all will be included in your first shipment.
God Bless,
Amy at the Shop
She then began sending an email to Mark.
Mark,
I have a mission for you. We need you to fly to the fleet sometime tomorrow. They will send the coordinates which I will give to you as soon as you arrive. If you have some of your meals ready, we could use some food to send. We shall see you tomorrow.
In Christ,
Amy
She sat back in her chair praying she was doing the right thing. Hopefully, this wasn't a trap, but they would soon know the answer to all the questions.
- P4H
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Teodor was pacing. He had received feedback from his GF Officers concerning the rising crime rate and the continued witnessing of the radical Christians. It seemed that despite their open and obvious shouting of messages concerning God and his "Master Plan", they were always able to evade capture...like they were shadows always slipping out of his grip. But he needed to capture them; they were causing too much unrest and people were starting to doubt his explanation for the vanishings. Of course, most of the world still adored him and trusted him completely, but Teodor feared that even a little unrest could spread quickly if fueled somehow.
Teodor called in his GFM officer Commander Hopkins. "Mr. Potentate, what can I do for you?"
Teodor's face was as hard as stone. "I need to enforce a new curfew; everyone must be off the streets and in their homes by 7pm each evening." The Commander nodded and went to give the message to the entire GFM as well as the "community enforcers". He knew Hopkins would ask no questions concerning why the order should be implemented. Teodor would tell the world it was for their own safety, and that it would nearly eliminate all crime and violence that still existed...but the real reason was to stop the extremist evangelicals from preaching lies to the people. To his people.
Suddenly Teodor found himself getting very thirsty. "Hmm...it must be the temperature outside; walking around the city in this heat, even in the early morning, can make a person thirsty." He pushed the intercom button and asked Jerome to quickly get him a bottle of water; despite Jerome having a more elevated position in the Global Family, he still liked to have Jerome run simple little errands that were not out of Jerome's way.
Jerome knocked and entered the office. "Here you go Mr. Potentate," he said, handing him the water bottle. Teodor opened it greedily and took a sip...and immediately spit it out. "Aaugh...what IS this?!!" Jerome's eyes widened:
The bottle of crystal clear water was red...red as blood.
- Katy
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Beside a well in Mosul, Iraq
Aini woke to a clear bright morning in Mosul, Iraq. She could hardly wait to forage for her breakfast and get herself a nice cool drink of water. She dressed hurriedly then grabbed the broom and whisked it vigorously in long powerful strokes around the room. Satisfied that the house was tidy, she picked up her wooden pail and slung it onto her shoulder. After a short walk into the countryside, she stopped at a well. Aini could hardly wait! The water from this well always tasted like it was melted north pole ice water. She let down her bucket into the darkened depths below. Finally after much grunting and tugging, Aini managed to get the bucket over the well's sides and set it on the parched ground below.
A caravan shuffled past the well. Camels with outstretched necks snorted in the fresh clear air. Their owners wore turbans bound about their dark heads and perched atop the impatient beasts. Aini always thought that a caravan resembled an endless string of lumpy braying, snorting beasts with queer thin sticks clinging to their backs who had enormous donuts sitting on their heads.
But this morning, Aini's attention wasn't focused on the caravan nor the beauty of the sunrise in the eastern sky. She peered intently into her wooden pail. Something was dreadfully wrong with that water. She sniffed at it curiously. The sickly sweet smell emanating from the water could only be the smell of blood. In fact, it was pure blood.
Aini woke to a clear bright morning in Mosul, Iraq. She could hardly wait to forage for her breakfast and get herself a nice cool drink of water. She dressed hurriedly then grabbed the broom and whisked it vigorously in long powerful strokes around the room. Satisfied that the house was tidy, she picked up her wooden pail and slung it onto her shoulder. After a short walk into the countryside, she stopped at a well. Aini could hardly wait! The water from this well always tasted like it was melted north pole ice water. She let down her bucket into the darkened depths below. Finally after much grunting and tugging, Aini managed to get the bucket over the well's sides and set it on the parched ground below.
A caravan shuffled past the well. Camels with outstretched necks snorted in the fresh clear air. Their owners wore turbans bound about their dark heads and perched atop the impatient beasts. Aini always thought that a caravan resembled an endless string of lumpy braying, snorting beasts with queer thin sticks clinging to their backs who had enormous donuts sitting on their heads.
But this morning, Aini's attention wasn't focused on the caravan nor the beauty of the sunrise in the eastern sky. She peered intently into her wooden pail. Something was dreadfully wrong with that water. She sniffed at it curiously. The sickly sweet smell emanating from the water could only be the smell of blood. In fact, it was pure blood.
- KBR
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08:00 Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
The Global Family Naval Top Brass had called a meeting to decide how to find the Bright Star Fleet and once found how they would destroy it. They had search planes out in all the major seas and the satellites were scanning the oceans but for some reason that fleet didn’t show up on radar.
Captain Tim Barlow, the skipper of the Attack Sub Theodor, sat and listened to the men who claimed to be superior to me. Why they could find a bull in a pen of heifers he thought.
Tim ears perked up when they started talking about how to destroy the found fleet. Captain Barlow quickly raised his hand.
“Yes Captain, please state you name so everyone here knows who is talking.”
Tim was starting to boil inside, everyone should know my name by now, he thought, if not they will.
“Sir I am Captain Barlow, Commanding Officer of the Attack Sub Theodor, Sir I feel we…”
“I’m sorry Captain Barlow but may I ask what you are doing here? You and your boat should be out looking for the enemy fleet not in a meeting of this importance.”
“Sir, I am in port resupplying. I heard this meeting was taking place and I wanted to share my input.”
“You wanted to share your input? You Captain” a low laughter circled the room that was full of Admirals, Vice Admirals, Commodores and Generals. “Well by all means Captain, lets not keep the Captain awaiting gentlemen, please Captain speak”
Tim looked around the room and realized that this meeting was not a real working meeting it was a showoff of who had the most gold and silver on and he didn’t even qualify to be a Staff Secretary.
“Captain we are waiting or did you just now figure out that you are among the most brilliant minds the military has to offer. Did you know captain that the plans had already been worked out and approved by our renowned world leader? But if this was not good enough for our captain here, a simple captain of a simple boat, I guess we should let him speak. Well Captain speak”
Captain Barlow could just stand there. He wanted so much to reach across the room and take that fat little man who calls himself an Admiral and squeeze the life out of him. With just one push of a button, he could destroy each one of them. “Sorry sir, I must be in the wrong meeting” Tim saluted and was turning to go when the fat man spoke again.
“Captain, once in my life I wanted to be like you. A lean mean captain of my on crew but this life is so much fun and the rewards are marvelous. Tell you what Captain; the plan is that once the fleet is found we will send two nuke tip missiles right into the middle of it. Because Captain you have the nerve to come into this important meeting with all these important men, I will allow you and your boat to fire those two missiles. How about that Captain?”
“That would be fine sir”
“Now be gone with you. Chief of Staff, send in the next agenda item.” The fat man said laughing.
Tim walked to the door turned once more and saw younger officers both men and women come in and started dancing. Tim walked out shaking his head. “Oh Lord have mercy on us”.
The Global Family Naval Top Brass had called a meeting to decide how to find the Bright Star Fleet and once found how they would destroy it. They had search planes out in all the major seas and the satellites were scanning the oceans but for some reason that fleet didn’t show up on radar.
Captain Tim Barlow, the skipper of the Attack Sub Theodor, sat and listened to the men who claimed to be superior to me. Why they could find a bull in a pen of heifers he thought.
Tim ears perked up when they started talking about how to destroy the found fleet. Captain Barlow quickly raised his hand.
“Yes Captain, please state you name so everyone here knows who is talking.”
Tim was starting to boil inside, everyone should know my name by now, he thought, if not they will.
“Sir I am Captain Barlow, Commanding Officer of the Attack Sub Theodor, Sir I feel we…”
“I’m sorry Captain Barlow but may I ask what you are doing here? You and your boat should be out looking for the enemy fleet not in a meeting of this importance.”
“Sir, I am in port resupplying. I heard this meeting was taking place and I wanted to share my input.”
“You wanted to share your input? You Captain” a low laughter circled the room that was full of Admirals, Vice Admirals, Commodores and Generals. “Well by all means Captain, lets not keep the Captain awaiting gentlemen, please Captain speak”
Tim looked around the room and realized that this meeting was not a real working meeting it was a showoff of who had the most gold and silver on and he didn’t even qualify to be a Staff Secretary.
“Captain we are waiting or did you just now figure out that you are among the most brilliant minds the military has to offer. Did you know captain that the plans had already been worked out and approved by our renowned world leader? But if this was not good enough for our captain here, a simple captain of a simple boat, I guess we should let him speak. Well Captain speak”
Captain Barlow could just stand there. He wanted so much to reach across the room and take that fat little man who calls himself an Admiral and squeeze the life out of him. With just one push of a button, he could destroy each one of them. “Sorry sir, I must be in the wrong meeting” Tim saluted and was turning to go when the fat man spoke again.
“Captain, once in my life I wanted to be like you. A lean mean captain of my on crew but this life is so much fun and the rewards are marvelous. Tell you what Captain; the plan is that once the fleet is found we will send two nuke tip missiles right into the middle of it. Because Captain you have the nerve to come into this important meeting with all these important men, I will allow you and your boat to fire those two missiles. How about that Captain?”
“That would be fine sir”
“Now be gone with you. Chief of Staff, send in the next agenda item.” The fat man said laughing.
Tim walked to the door turned once more and saw younger officers both men and women come in and started dancing. Tim walked out shaking his head. “Oh Lord have mercy on us”.
- Alex
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On the Ranch the Main House
Kristen sat on the couch sending hot glares towards Shade. She had been taken into town to the Education Center and the cat scan had been run. She had a mild concussion, but no internal bleeding, and Shade had quickly driven her home. On the way out of the building she had seen Trevor assisiting a wobbling Leon into the building. She had started to ask Shade what was going on, and with a quick look Shade had shushed her. "Your throat. Trevor said no talking for 48 hours to give your throat time to heal."
Now she sat on the couch wanting answers. Renee had given her a small chalk board to write things on but Kristen was having a hard time with it. Her reading and writing skills were still around a third grade level and she didn't know how to spell many of the words.
Finally frustrated Kristen erased her question and drew a picture of manacles and held it up to Shade.
Shade looked at the picture and frowned. "I know you don't like putting Leon in those, but he's dangerous. He tried to kill you."
Kristen shook her head causing it to throb.
"Yes he did Kristen."
Kristen shot him a mulish look, her eyes speaking volumes. Setting the chalk board on her lap she lifted her wrists so Shade could see the scars from the manacles Mikey had used on her.
Wincing Shade looked at the floor. "Kristen, I know you hate it, but what if he had gone after Belle? We both know ther is no way she would have survived an attack like that."
Now it was Kristen's turn to wince. Shade was right. The elderly woman would have died if Leon had attacked her.
Shade sat on the couch next to her, both of them lost in there own thoughts.
Shade didn't like chaining Leon up like a wild animal, but he wasn't willing to risk anyone's life. Leon was dangerous, unstable and violent.
He should have left him at the Education Center with Frank. Frank had offered to take Leon in, but Trevor had intervened and insisted that Leon come back to the ranch. He had pointed at Kristen who was listening and Shade had looked at her. The look she was giving him would have peeled paint. Shade saw the determination in her eyes and remembering her threat that if Leon wasn't welcome at the ranch the she wouldn't stay there either had made him give in.
Now he sat on the couch, knowing he was causing Kristen pain by keeping Leon in manacles.
Kristen closed her eyes and sighed. She knew Leon couldn't be left to run amock, but she knew what it was like to be chained to a wall.
Finally Shade stood up and reached his hand down to Kristen. "Come on. I have an idea."
Kristen arched a questioning brow as she let Shade pull her to her feet.
"Gabe was a police officer. He has handcuffs that are attached to ankle cuffs. He didn't have to use them very often, usually on people who were seriously out of control and violent." Shade led the way upstairs into his and Maddie's bedrrom. Going to the gun safe Shade tapped in the code and heard the lock release. Opening the door, Shade grabbed the cuffs and turned to show them to Kristen. "These cuffs hold the wrists either in front or behind if a suspect is violent. This chain extends down the front or the back down to these cuffs which attach to the ankles. It also keeps a persons arms down at waist level so they can't attack with their hands. This short chain between the cuffs allow a person to walk with small steps." Reaching into the safe he grabbed a leather belt with loops. "These loops are to attach the hand cuffs to if the suspect in really violent. They can only move their hands about six inches in front of their body. What do you think?"
Kristen looked at the cuffs and chains. She looked up at Shade and reached over and tapped the wall.
Shade nodded. "This back loop on the belt allows another chain to be attatched so prisoners could be tied together in a line while transporting to the jail. It could also be used to attach them to a wall or a hook so they couldn't escape."
Kristen bit her lip as she looked over the cuff setup.
"Would he be comfortable?" Maddie asked from the doorway.
"More comfortable than with the manacles. Plus the cuffs are alot lighter." Shade answered.
Kristen looked at Maddie, tears in her eyes.
"We can't leave him loose, you know that." Maddie said as she drew Kristen into her arms.
Kristen wrapped her arms around Maddie's waist and squeezed tightly.
"We'll get him a bed to lay on and make him as comfortable as we can. Hopefully it won't be for very long." Maddie said.
With a sob, Kristen nodded, and Shade gathered up the cuffs and left the room.
Kristen sat on the couch sending hot glares towards Shade. She had been taken into town to the Education Center and the cat scan had been run. She had a mild concussion, but no internal bleeding, and Shade had quickly driven her home. On the way out of the building she had seen Trevor assisiting a wobbling Leon into the building. She had started to ask Shade what was going on, and with a quick look Shade had shushed her. "Your throat. Trevor said no talking for 48 hours to give your throat time to heal."
Now she sat on the couch wanting answers. Renee had given her a small chalk board to write things on but Kristen was having a hard time with it. Her reading and writing skills were still around a third grade level and she didn't know how to spell many of the words.
Finally frustrated Kristen erased her question and drew a picture of manacles and held it up to Shade.
Shade looked at the picture and frowned. "I know you don't like putting Leon in those, but he's dangerous. He tried to kill you."
Kristen shook her head causing it to throb.
"Yes he did Kristen."
Kristen shot him a mulish look, her eyes speaking volumes. Setting the chalk board on her lap she lifted her wrists so Shade could see the scars from the manacles Mikey had used on her.
Wincing Shade looked at the floor. "Kristen, I know you hate it, but what if he had gone after Belle? We both know ther is no way she would have survived an attack like that."
Now it was Kristen's turn to wince. Shade was right. The elderly woman would have died if Leon had attacked her.
Shade sat on the couch next to her, both of them lost in there own thoughts.
Shade didn't like chaining Leon up like a wild animal, but he wasn't willing to risk anyone's life. Leon was dangerous, unstable and violent.
He should have left him at the Education Center with Frank. Frank had offered to take Leon in, but Trevor had intervened and insisted that Leon come back to the ranch. He had pointed at Kristen who was listening and Shade had looked at her. The look she was giving him would have peeled paint. Shade saw the determination in her eyes and remembering her threat that if Leon wasn't welcome at the ranch the she wouldn't stay there either had made him give in.
Now he sat on the couch, knowing he was causing Kristen pain by keeping Leon in manacles.
Kristen closed her eyes and sighed. She knew Leon couldn't be left to run amock, but she knew what it was like to be chained to a wall.
Finally Shade stood up and reached his hand down to Kristen. "Come on. I have an idea."
Kristen arched a questioning brow as she let Shade pull her to her feet.
"Gabe was a police officer. He has handcuffs that are attached to ankle cuffs. He didn't have to use them very often, usually on people who were seriously out of control and violent." Shade led the way upstairs into his and Maddie's bedrrom. Going to the gun safe Shade tapped in the code and heard the lock release. Opening the door, Shade grabbed the cuffs and turned to show them to Kristen. "These cuffs hold the wrists either in front or behind if a suspect is violent. This chain extends down the front or the back down to these cuffs which attach to the ankles. It also keeps a persons arms down at waist level so they can't attack with their hands. This short chain between the cuffs allow a person to walk with small steps." Reaching into the safe he grabbed a leather belt with loops. "These loops are to attach the hand cuffs to if the suspect in really violent. They can only move their hands about six inches in front of their body. What do you think?"
Kristen looked at the cuffs and chains. She looked up at Shade and reached over and tapped the wall.
Shade nodded. "This back loop on the belt allows another chain to be attatched so prisoners could be tied together in a line while transporting to the jail. It could also be used to attach them to a wall or a hook so they couldn't escape."
Kristen bit her lip as she looked over the cuff setup.
"Would he be comfortable?" Maddie asked from the doorway.
"More comfortable than with the manacles. Plus the cuffs are alot lighter." Shade answered.
Kristen looked at Maddie, tears in her eyes.
"We can't leave him loose, you know that." Maddie said as she drew Kristen into her arms.
Kristen wrapped her arms around Maddie's waist and squeezed tightly.
"We'll get him a bed to lay on and make him as comfortable as we can. Hopefully it won't be for very long." Maddie said.
With a sob, Kristen nodded, and Shade gathered up the cuffs and left the room.
- Zags
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After days of diligence, Amy had finally caught up on all her email orders. The one that has truly caught her attention was the email from the Bright star. Her previous response, she knew would only be a temporary fix for the current situation. The group is running low on supplies and the out going flight tomorrow would only satisfy them for a short period.
Amy called for an emergency meeting with MD, Amy, Doug, and Austin. The intention of the meeting is to find a fast solution to the supply problem for the Bright star navel fleet. Durning their brain storming session, it was agreed that they would not create any new technology but take what they already have and make the necessary modifications for the navel boats. This should save a considerable amount of time by not having to prove out any new systems. Once the meeting was finished, each one of the team members went their own direction with their designated tasks to complete.
Amy sat down to her computer and began to type out a letter in reponse to the Bright star after rereading the email....
To: Amy and the boys at the shop
From: Bright Star
If you find our last message runs in compliance with your guidelines then please at first available moment advices what supplies you have available. We have around 100 birds to feed plus over 100 pens to clean. Please replied asap.
Bright Star
To: Bright star fleet
From: The shop
We are in the process of developing an eco system for you ships. We have many areas of concern that must be dealt with. As you know there is a supply flight headed your way in the coming day. This will be enough supplies to tide you over to give us enough time to implement your new eco system. The system I am refuring to will generate food, water, and power for your ships. We have one request at this time. We request that you allow Austin, our electrical engineer to board some of your ships so that he can get the information needed to modify this system to meet your space limitations and storage requirements. If this is acceptable, he is prepared to be on the delivery plane that you will be seeing in the next day. Please let us know if this will work for you. If not, then we need to generate a different action plan for your eco systems.
In Christ,
Amy and the boys at the shop.
- mdulik
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Ben read the message and smiled as he turned and headed for the Admirals stateroom.
Tapping on the door a voice told him to enter.
“Good afternoon sir, I just received a answer to our supply request with that Christian group.”
Ben handed the message over.
To: Bright star fleet
From: The shop
we are in the process of developing an eco system for you ships. We have many areas of concern that must be dealt with. As you know there is a supply flight headed your way in the coming day. This will be enough supplies to tide you over to give us enough time to implement your new eco system. The system I am referring to will generate food, water, and power for your ships. We have one request at this time. We request that you allow Austin, our electrical engineer to board some of your ships so that he can get the information needed to modify this system to meet your space limitations and storage requirements. If this is acceptable, he is prepared to be on the delivery plane that you will be seeing in the next day. Please let us know if this will work for you. If not, then we need to generate a different action plan for your eco systems.
In Christ,
Amy and the boys at the shop
“No way, no way am I going to let someone come onboard and plant a tracking devise on one of my ships. If they want to drop food out of a plane to us that is one thing but I will not have a total stranger run around my ships.” Ken handed the message back to Ben
“If you want to coordinate a drop, get with your Commanding Officer and sail out a minimum of three hundred miles from the fleet. Once all the supplies have been collected I want the Master at Arms force to inspect each piece, each box. I will not have a security breech because our bellies are grumbling.”
Ben knew the Admiral was right, he didn’t know these people and if they turned out to be GF he couldn’t live with that but he can’t stand watching sailor start to fight over the last piece of food either or for a warmer jacket.
“Thank you sir I will keep you posted.”
“You do that and Ben… I know you mean well, and if this works out then you will have saved a few men but if it is a trap, you will have killed many more.”
Ben walked out thinking “Hmm I must be in the saving business”
Tapping on the door a voice told him to enter.
“Good afternoon sir, I just received a answer to our supply request with that Christian group.”
Ben handed the message over.
To: Bright star fleet
From: The shop
we are in the process of developing an eco system for you ships. We have many areas of concern that must be dealt with. As you know there is a supply flight headed your way in the coming day. This will be enough supplies to tide you over to give us enough time to implement your new eco system. The system I am referring to will generate food, water, and power for your ships. We have one request at this time. We request that you allow Austin, our electrical engineer to board some of your ships so that he can get the information needed to modify this system to meet your space limitations and storage requirements. If this is acceptable, he is prepared to be on the delivery plane that you will be seeing in the next day. Please let us know if this will work for you. If not, then we need to generate a different action plan for your eco systems.
In Christ,
Amy and the boys at the shop
“No way, no way am I going to let someone come onboard and plant a tracking devise on one of my ships. If they want to drop food out of a plane to us that is one thing but I will not have a total stranger run around my ships.” Ken handed the message back to Ben
“If you want to coordinate a drop, get with your Commanding Officer and sail out a minimum of three hundred miles from the fleet. Once all the supplies have been collected I want the Master at Arms force to inspect each piece, each box. I will not have a security breech because our bellies are grumbling.”
Ben knew the Admiral was right, he didn’t know these people and if they turned out to be GF he couldn’t live with that but he can’t stand watching sailor start to fight over the last piece of food either or for a warmer jacket.
“Thank you sir I will keep you posted.”
“You do that and Ben… I know you mean well, and if this works out then you will have saved a few men but if it is a trap, you will have killed many more.”
Ben walked out thinking “Hmm I must be in the saving business”
- Alex
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Ben went and talked to Commander Greg Lloyd, skipper of the HMS Holly. With a little begging the skipper agreed and they set up a drop zone. Next Ben typed up a message and sent it to Admiral St John for approval.
To: the shop crew
From: Bright Star
At this time for safety reasons we must conduct drop zone operations. The following GPS waypoint will be used. In three days, at 12:00 the air space will be open for you to drop your cargo. You will have a drop window of one hour before window is closed. We welcome your gifts and hope one day to return the favor.
Bright Star
Ken St John signed off on the message so it was sent. With that done, Ben turn his attentions to his meeting that evening. With all going on, he had only brief moments to think about his brothers on the Wales. He did pray every chance he had that God would watch over them.
At 18:00 Ben looked around and saw a few new faces and found a few missing. Maybe they were on watch or working he thought. He opened the meeting with a prayer and then began his studies. Some of the men brought bibles they had had or found so it made it easier for Ben to point out scripture. At 20:10 the meeting broke up with one more coming to Christ.
“Thank you Jesus” Ben whispered as he shut the door behind him.
To: the shop crew
From: Bright Star
At this time for safety reasons we must conduct drop zone operations. The following GPS waypoint will be used. In three days, at 12:00 the air space will be open for you to drop your cargo. You will have a drop window of one hour before window is closed. We welcome your gifts and hope one day to return the favor.
Bright Star
Ken St John signed off on the message so it was sent. With that done, Ben turn his attentions to his meeting that evening. With all going on, he had only brief moments to think about his brothers on the Wales. He did pray every chance he had that God would watch over them.
At 18:00 Ben looked around and saw a few new faces and found a few missing. Maybe they were on watch or working he thought. He opened the meeting with a prayer and then began his studies. Some of the men brought bibles they had had or found so it made it easier for Ben to point out scripture. At 20:10 the meeting broke up with one more coming to Christ.
“Thank you Jesus” Ben whispered as he shut the door behind him.
- Alex
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Brett Reed, still completely oblivious to what was going on in New Babylon and Jerusalem, was mulling over a request the Potentate had sent to him a few days ago. Teodor had asked him to find a way to continue sapping any power and influence the United States still had. They were built on ideals of freedom and liberty, but the GF was built on control and a false sense of hope.
Freedom and liberty...freedom and liberty....need to send a message.....
A thought entered his head.
He called up the Admiral. "Admiral, I have an order of pressing importance for the GFNavy."
"At your service Mr. Reed."
An evil grin formed on Brett's face. "I need you to obliterate the Statue of Liberty."
Freedom and liberty...freedom and liberty....need to send a message.....
A thought entered his head.
He called up the Admiral. "Admiral, I have an order of pressing importance for the GFNavy."
"At your service Mr. Reed."
An evil grin formed on Brett's face. "I need you to obliterate the Statue of Liberty."
- Katy
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Onshore over looking the Bright Star Fleet
Hector found where his brother in law must have falling off the cliff. “Drunk no doubt” he told himself as he looked for the phone. “Darn it, I wish he would have not taken it with him” Hector said as he inched closer to the cliff. “Well I guess that is the end of this side job, maybe that American will come back with a new phone, in a few months the weather will be better and I can watch again”
John Anderson sat at his desk over looking the Hudson River, wondering what he should do. It had been three days now that a message didn’t come in with the number of ships. Did something happen to the phone or maybe his little village man got caught. No, who would care what this man was doing and besides, they could trace it back to him.
“Oh well” John said, he had the information he needed. Now what will he do with it. Global Family might pay or they might just take it and kill him, John had to think about this a bit more.
Hector found where his brother in law must have falling off the cliff. “Drunk no doubt” he told himself as he looked for the phone. “Darn it, I wish he would have not taken it with him” Hector said as he inched closer to the cliff. “Well I guess that is the end of this side job, maybe that American will come back with a new phone, in a few months the weather will be better and I can watch again”
John Anderson sat at his desk over looking the Hudson River, wondering what he should do. It had been three days now that a message didn’t come in with the number of ships. Did something happen to the phone or maybe his little village man got caught. No, who would care what this man was doing and besides, they could trace it back to him.
“Oh well” John said, he had the information he needed. Now what will he do with it. Global Family might pay or they might just take it and kill him, John had to think about this a bit more.
- Alex
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