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by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:34 pm

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by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:47 pm

Oh come on, share?

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:53 pm

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by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:57 pm

Well I must have, cos I don't have the first idea what's making you laugh lol, but you laughing is making me laugh now!

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:08 pm

The media have got you just where they wanted...nice and tame for the liblabcon tricks

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:12 pm

Nope they haven't, wrong person, wrong song. What a let down.

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:13 pm

yep even you sassy....

eyes off the main event, .......

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:17 pm

I've got my eye on every event, so which one in particular?

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:20 pm

ok since you are so clearly hypnotised

I'll give you a few clues

1) there is an isssue that has been consuming your interest incredibly effectively for over a year now and is set to do so for a good long time yet

2) it is so effective in arousing public outrage that more important issues get buried in its noise

3) something similar happened in 1991 (incidently ALSO towards the end of an unpopular conservative govt)

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:25 pm

Well, there's a lot of things been taking my interest, so one of them might be the one you are talking about. Too tired for riddles tonight Victor, been too hot.

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:38 pm

Oh OK then
just been looking at varius threads
and
various newspaper coverage

and....

EVERYONE is so busy obsessing about these various "celebrity" sex abusers and havng orgasms of vicarious outrage

that the issue of radicalised youths returning here, undetected, and causing carnage, is rlegated in the media to a non matter of no greater import than that of the fire at amazon....
that with the peak holiday flights that are comming and that lot have now progressed to the capability of potentially undetectable bombs It is being treated as somthing of nil import, a minor inconvenience,
when we all know there going to be AT BEST chaos at the terminals.

On top of which,you might well wonder WHAT OTHER orwellian restrictionsthe govt wil impose with this as an excuse

WAKE UP and smell the coffee

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:52 pm

What!

1. The things Assad did were so bad that Cameron wanted to have us go and fight him.

2. Some may be radicalised, some may be working with the people that the US and the UK have sent arms to, to help them fight what was essentially the annihalation of his own people.

3. Hague still thinks we should help, and if we did more to stop the refugees who are starving because everything has been bombed and now the refugess run into millions and people are so desperate it is pitiful, then the kids that have gone out there might not have felt the need.

3 When this kind of thing happened in Spain, the people who went to help, who were communist in those days, were lauded as heroes.

So, we sit back and let literally millions of men, women and children die, and then wonder why some people want to go and help, and even Hague has said that some have joined the forces HE wants to help.

The man that blew himself up to open the gates of the prison to let people out, opened the gates of hell, where Assad had been torturing hundreds of thousands for years.

It's not my eye off the ball Victor, it's all the people who believe that there are hundreds of kids who are going to come back from fighting probably the worst tyrant there has been since Pol Pot to help people in terrible need, and they are all going to have been radicalised. Some maybe, because they have had to join whoever is doing the fighting, so we will have to deal with them. But to the ones who went out to fight a tyrant because they saw the suffering, I take my hat off to them.

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:59 pm

Sassy wrote:What!

1. The things Assad did were so bad that Cameron wanted to have us go and fight him.

2. Some may be radicalised, some may be working with the people that the US and the UK have sent arms to, to help them fight what was essentially the annihalation of his own people.

3. Hague still thinks we should help, and if we did more to stop the refugees who are starving because everything has been bombed and now the refugess run into millions and people are so desperate it is pitiful, then the kids that have gone out there might not have felt the need.

3 When this kind of thing happened in Spain, the people who went to help, who were communist in those days, were lauded as heroes.

So, we sit back and let literally millions of men, women and children die, and then wonder why some people want to go and help, and even Hague has said that some have joined the forces HE wants to help.

The man that blew himself up to open the gates of the prison to let people out, opened the gates of hell, where Assad had been torturing hundreds of thousands for years.

It's not my eye off the ball Victor, it's all the people who believe that there are hundreds of kids who are going to come back from fighting probably the worst tyrant there has been since Pol Pot to help people in terrible need, and they are all going to have been radicalised. Some maybe, because they have had to join whoever is doing the fighting, so we will have to deal with them. But to the ones who went out to fight a tyrant because they saw the suffering, I take my hat off to them.

non of which makes any sense....

we have already seen the threats...

so we let them all back in ...then what?? deal with them???

sassy you are dreaming....the authorities have already admitted they dont know how many there are OR who they are.....

oh yes...lets hide it under a bunch of crap that we know will outrage the "right thinking public"

I suspect you have your rose tinted glasses on again sassy...I doubt many of them AT ALL have gone for the "right reasons"

Finally those that went to spain...didnt declare they were going to kill as many innocent british civilians as possible when they came home....

these have......

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:03 pm

And only some that have gone to Syria have. However, those coming back from Spain were hailed as heroes by normal folk, but hounded by Special Branch etc.

Sorry Victor, Syria is too complicated for one dimensional solutions, and if we hadn't fucked up and killed Saddam it wouldn't be happening, because he kept Syria under control.

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:09 pm

Sassy wrote:And only some that have gone to Syria have. However, those coming back from Spain were hailed as heroes by normal folk, but hounded by Special Branch etc.

Sorry Victor, Syria is too complicated for one dimensional solutions, and if we hadn't fucked up and killed Saddam it wouldn't be happening, because he kept Syria under control.

Well I dont actually give a monkeys about syria per se...since it now has spread much further afield

and as for it being "some", of course ...I forget......Its only a few isnt it...

so we dont need to be concerned at the slightest that our authorities have admitted they cant protect us anymore..
and according to the world according to a few on here....we can all be blown up or have family friends blown up and cheerfully carry on singing ..."but its only a few" to the tune of the "red flag"

so you think the media disinformation tricks are ok then...you really think that this issue is no more important than the amazon warehouse fire...

gawd we are doomed....

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:14 pm

No, I think it incredibly important, probably the most important thing, but not for the reasons you do, and not from the viewpoint you come from Victor.

Anyway, been a really hot day, totally knackered, off to bed now. Night Night.

by Guest Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:18 pm

sleep well.

by Ben Reilly Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:58 am

This reminds me of a job I had to pull up in Oslo back in winter of '09. It was ball-chillingly freezing and I'm meeting a contact in this dim little corner cafe on the edges of the Little Somalia ghetto, right off of Blytts Gate near Kirkegardsgata.

I'm supposed to be picking up some flash drives with information my organization (we'll call them "Creeps In Action") needs, but I read my contact's expression and he's not here to play nice.

This guy. He could have played striker for Grüner. He's not here to give me data, but to send a message. The message presumably being my corpse gathering snow in some back alley.

He grabs the rickety little cafe table and thrusts it at me, trying to take me out with a nice blow to the solar plexus, but I'm diving as soon as he twitches and he catches me hard in the right shoulder instead. Lucky me. I'm just as good a shot southpaw.

I take the momentum from his attack, roll backwards and pop up into a crouched Weaver stance. I've drawn and removed his head from the eyebrows up with my Sig before the civvies even think to start screaming and scrambling for the exits.

I'm with them.

I tear out into the early night and chug it west down Sverdrups gate. I've been in situations like this, and my gut's telling me things are about to get a whole lot worse. I'm hanging onto the concrete pretty well, but I don't know the area like the four thugs who just skidded to a halt and piled out of the black Skoda about 20 meters ahead.

The mop-up crew, already pulling their MP7s. If I don't do something they never expected, right the hell now, I'm never leaving Oslo alive. I'm hamburger meat.

That's how I end up crashing straight through a ground-level flat window to interrupt some nice family's dinner. They're chattering at me in Vietnamese and all I'm thinking about is the building blueprint I memorized last night. I'm heading to the door before they can get up from the table. At least I have the decency to holster my weapon in front of the kiddos. It never hurts to be polite. As I barrel out the front door seconds later, I yell "Xin lỗi!" over my shoulder.

My shoulder. It's starting to ache and stiffen up. Factor this and the minus-10 cold outside, I figure I've got about a kilometer sprint in me, tops, before I crash out and the goons get me. I hear an engine revving a few blocks back. It's the tell-tale rattling rasp of the Skoda.

I've got less of a lead than I thought.

I'm going as flat-out as it gets on ice. Fast enough, in my tac loafers. I hit the junction at Storgata and weave my way through the honking cars, headlights dizzying me, but I make it. So did the Skoda. I can't catch a break.

Unless I'm going to try to outrun submachine-gun bullets on the jogging path that winds north-south dead ahead, all that's left is a dive into the frigid Akerselva, which cuts the Grünerløkka district in half. What the hell. It's not that wide.

I jump.

***

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:15 pm

Ben_Reilly wrote:This reminds me of a job I had to pull up in Oslo back in winter of '09. It was ball-chillingly freezing and I'm meeting a contact in this dim little corner cafe on the edges of the Little Somalia ghetto, right off of Blytts Gate near Kirkegardsgata.

I'm supposed to be picking up some flash drives with information my organization (we'll call them "Creeps In Action") needs, but I read my contact's expression and he's not here to play nice.

This guy. He could have played striker for Grüner. He's not here to give me data, but to send a message. The message presumably being my corpse gathering snow in some back alley.

He grabs the rickety little cafe table and thrusts it at me, trying to take me out with a nice blow to the solar plexus, but I'm diving as soon as he twitches and he catches me hard in the right shoulder instead. Lucky me. I'm just as good a shot southpaw.

I take the momentum from his attack, roll backwards and pop up into a crouched Weaver stance. I've drawn and removed his head from the eyebrows up with my Sig before the civvies even think to start screaming and scrambling for the exits.

I'm with them.

I tear out into the early night and chug it west down Sverdrups gate. I've been in situations like this, and my gut's telling me things are about to get a whole lot worse. I'm hanging onto the concrete pretty well, but I don't know the area like the four thugs who just skidded to a halt and piled out of the black Skoda about 20 meters ahead.

The mop-up crew, already pulling their MP7s. If I don't do something they never expected, right the hell now, I'm never leaving Oslo alive. I'm hamburger meat.

That's how I end up crashing straight through a ground-level flat window to interrupt some nice family's dinner. They're chattering at me in Vietnamese and all I'm thinking about is the building blueprint I memorized last night. I'm heading to the door before they can get up from the table. At least I have the decency to holster my weapon in front of the kiddos. It never hurts to be polite. As I barrel out the front door seconds later, I yell "Xin lỗi!" over my shoulder.

My shoulder. It's starting to ache and stiffen up. Factor this and the minus-10 cold outside, I figure I've got about a kilometer sprint in me, tops, before I crash out and the goons get me. I hear an engine revving a few blocks back. It's the tell-tale rattling rasp of the Skoda.

I've got less of a lead than I thought.

I'm going as flat-out as it gets on ice. Fast enough, in my tac loafers. I hit the junction at Storgata and weave my way through the honking cars, headlights dizzying me, but I make it. So did the Skoda. I can't catch a break.

Unless I'm going to try to outrun submachine-gun bullets on the jogging path that winds north-south dead ahead, all that's left is a dive into the frigid Akerselva, which cuts the Grünerløkka district in half. What the hell. It's not that wide.

I jump.

***

…And then?

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:26 pm

lovedust wrote:
Ben_Reilly wrote:This reminds me of a job I had to pull up in Oslo back in winter of '09. It was ball-chillingly freezing and I'm meeting a contact in this dim little corner cafe on the edges of the Little Somalia ghetto, right off of Blytts Gate near Kirkegardsgata.

I'm supposed to be picking up some flash drives with information my organization (we'll call them "Creeps In Action") needs, but I read my contact's expression and he's not here to play nice.

This guy. He could have played striker for Grüner. He's not here to give me data, but to send a message. The message presumably being my corpse gathering snow in some back alley.

He grabs the rickety little cafe table and thrusts it at me, trying to take me out with a nice blow to the solar plexus, but I'm diving as soon as he twitches and he catches me hard in the right shoulder instead. Lucky me. I'm just as good a shot southpaw.

I take the momentum from his attack, roll backwards and pop up into a crouched Weaver stance. I've drawn and removed his head from the eyebrows up with my Sig before the civvies even think to start screaming and scrambling for the exits.

I'm with them.

I tear out into the early night and chug it west down Sverdrups gate. I've been in situations like this, and my gut's telling me things are about to get a whole lot worse. I'm hanging onto the concrete pretty well, but I don't know the area like the four thugs who just skidded to a halt and piled out of the black Skoda about 20 meters ahead.

The mop-up crew, already pulling their MP7s. If I don't do something they never expected, right the hell now, I'm never leaving Oslo alive. I'm hamburger meat.

That's how I end up crashing straight through a ground-level flat window to interrupt some nice family's dinner. They're chattering at me in Vietnamese and all I'm thinking about is the building blueprint I memorized last night. I'm heading to the door before they can get up from the table. At least I have the decency to holster my weapon in front of the kiddos. It never hurts to be polite. As I barrel out the front door seconds later, I yell "Xin lỗi!" over my shoulder.

My shoulder. It's starting to ache and stiffen up. Factor this and the minus-10 cold outside, I figure I've got about a kilometer sprint in me, tops, before I crash out and the goons get me. I hear an engine revving a few blocks back. It's the tell-tale rattling rasp of the Skoda.

I've got less of a lead than I thought.

I'm going as flat-out as it gets on ice. Fast enough, in my tac loafers. I hit the junction at Storgata and weave my way through the honking cars, headlights dizzying me, but I make it. So did the Skoda. I can't catch a break.

Unless I'm going to try to outrun submachine-gun bullets on the jogging path that winds north-south dead ahead, all that's left is a dive into the frigid Akerselva, which cuts the Grünerløkka district in half. What the hell. It's not that wide.

I jump.

***

…And then?

Dito .......

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:38 pm

by Ben Reilly Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:17 pm

Haha, thanks guys. I don't know if I'll be writing more on that any time soon -- just those few paragraphs took about a half hour, just doing research. I didn't know any of those street names, or what a Skoda or an MP7, etc. were before I started Smile

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:57 pm

Ben_Reilly wrote:Haha, thanks guys. I don't know if I'll be writing more on that any time soon -- just those few paragraphs took about a half hour, just doing research. I didn't know any of those street names, or what a Skoda or an MP7, etc. were before I started

You can't leave the story there now you've got your own billboard.

by Ben Reilly Sat Jul 05, 2014 10:22 pm

OK, I'll post the next installment ASAP Smile

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 10:43 pm

so even admin is now a troll...

by Ben Reilly Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:30 pm

victorisnotamused wrote:so even admin is now a troll...

If I was trying to make you mad, I'd be a troll. But I'm not, so I think the term you want is "goofball" or something similar.

by Guest Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:33 pm

"prat"

by Ben Reilly Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:06 am

victorisnotamused wrote:"prat"

***

But I digress.

I've looked at the file on the young man sitting on the other side of the desk. The way he swaggered into the office and flung himself down on the threadbare chair, I didn't need to. He might as well have "cocky bastard" tattooed on his head.

Robby Gonzales. Less than 100 hours in the field, but some of it was hairy so now he's a bad ass and wants another taste. He started in a trailer park tossed together near a dying oil well in some scrubby West Texas town. Went from Yale to The Farm in Langley, where he impressed the hell out of everybody by ambushing a mock presidential cavalcade with two recruits who failed out.

Sixteen months later, he was busting a mole in Prague. The mole put up sophisticated resistance. Gonzales came out of it with a big shit-eating grin.

He reminds me so much of myself 20 years ago it makes me want to puke. I'm not talking first.

"So?"

Cocky bastard.

"Someone here, some case officer, has sat you down and told you human intel is on the way out." I pretend to check the file. "Right, Gonzales?"

"Hmm."

"Somebody with a lot of wrinkles and gray hair, always has that 'please don't kill me' look on his face."

This gets the kid's attention. Good. Maybe he's not as dumb as he looks.

"Her face, sir."

"Can the 'sir,' it's Renard. She said you can help. Agents like you can keep us recruiting in Beijing, the cartels, the madrassas ... That about right?"

That grin again. I wonder if he knows how much I'd like to slap it off his face. Something tells me he does.

"She's right for the wrong reasons. We still need information you can't get by uploading computer code or looking at satellite pictures. We don't need our people in the field so goddamn worried about the image or the budget or some other political bullshit that they fuck up what's important."

He leans forward like one of his grandmother's antiques just burst into song. None of this kid's superiors shoots straight with him. Shocking.

"Get out your PDA. Mission file's on it."

He does. His eyes go wide.

***

These guys think I'm trying to escape. If I wasn't three meters into the Akerselva and holding my breath, the icy current whisking me south, I'd laugh.

Always dress for the occasion. In this case, my neoprene layer is doing its job, but I'm going to have to surface soon. I've been under for three and a half minutes. Never done better than 10. And that was when I hadn't just been in a fight and a wind sprint.

Four minutes later and I'm gulping in super-chilled air as I clamber up the foundations of the Vaterlands Bridge on Brugata and heading for the abutment. Hiding in the shadow is my black duffel. I pull it out and scarf down half a pack of Plumpy'Nut, crunching a caffeine pill for good measure. Pretty soon I'm feeling ready for another round.

I grab the rest of what I need. Two dry pistols, a magazine for each. Four more mags just in case. Three concussion grenades. I pat my right shin; my LRH is still in its sheath.

Time to go back to the cafe.

by Guest Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:18 am

Iike it... with the BAM-BAM-BAM pace.

Reminded me of James Ellroy at one point.

by Ben Reilly Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:54 am

lovedust wrote:
Iike it... with the BAM-BAM-BAM pace.

Reminded me of James Ellroy at one point.

Thanks, there is an awful lot happening for 1,100 words Smile

I'll try to keep it up, like one of those "write daily" exercises they recommend.

by Cass Sun Jul 06, 2014 2:12 am

I'm not a fiction fan but its good writing.

by Ben Reilly Sun Jul 06, 2014 4:41 am

Cass wrote:I'm not a fiction fan but its good writing.

Thanks! That means a lot. It's weird, now I want to finish this thing Smile

by Ben Reilly Sun Jul 06, 2014 6:40 am

Or keep going. It's starting to feel like a pretty long story in my head.

Sorry Vic Smile

by Guest Sun Jul 06, 2014 9:23 pm

Is the first excerpt you posted the start of the whole story? Plunging the reader into the action so they have to work out what's going on is a technique I've always liked, because it makes you feel like you're actually on the scene as you read.

by Guest Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:39 pm

Ben_Reilly wrote:Or keep going. It's starting to feel like a pretty long story in my head.

Sorry Vic

I dont accept appologies for intentional acts Twisted Evil

by Ben Reilly Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:42 pm

lovedust wrote:
Is the first excerpt you posted the start of the whole story? Plunging the reader into the action so they have to work out what's going on is a technique I've always liked, because it makes you feel like you're actually on the scene as you read.

Yeah, I think so. It might require some sort of prologue, but I do like the running-start style. I'm actually only mapping it out a little bit at a time, linked with a few future plot ideas, but I'm thinking the actual main conflict of the story is going to emerge right around the time Renard gets back to the cafe or shortly thereafter.

Probably won't be able to get a new installment up tonight; maybe tomorrow night.

And should I make a new thread for this?

by Guest Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:52 pm

I shouldnt bother making a new thread, since you managed to screw this one up...

you dont like it when the press is shown in a negative light, as the "dog" of govt do you..and its shown how they manipulate the public to the govt tune?

by Guest Mon Jul 07, 2014 1:20 am

I think a Renard-fic thread would be a good thing.

by Ben Reilly Mon Jul 07, 2014 4:13 am

lovedust wrote:
I think a Renard-fic thread would be a good thing.

Cool, I'll put it up under Miscellany or something, I'll probably just create it when I write the next installment and copy the first two into there. Smile

by Ben Reilly Tue Jul 08, 2014 6:22 am

victorisnotamused wrote:I shouldnt bother making a new thread, since you managed to screw this one up...

you dont like it when the press is shown in a negative light, as the "dog" of govt do you..and its shown how they manipulate the public to the govt tune?

I wasn't going to respond to this, but what the heck -- the fact is, Vic, the farts running the media learned long ago that newspapers with "Rolf Harris" as the top headline sell better than newspapers with "ISIS" as the top headline. So if you're laughing at people over that, I agree.

But it isn't a conspiracy to do anything besides make money. No manipulating the public to do anything besides part with their money. A "dog" to nobody besides the Almighty ... Euro, or whatever the hell you guys pay for stuff with.

The media is a business, I'll preach this like the Bible for as long as I can. It sells eyes to advertisers. Whatever it finds draws more eyes; that's what it sells. The "hard news" stuff is nothing more important to the executives than any other niche market; we're the niche because we don't care what Rolf Harris is doing or about keeping up with the Kardashians.

And before anybody says it, yeah, I'm aware I'm writing kind of like my fiction story now ...

by veya_victaous Tue Jul 08, 2014 6:24 am

Ben_Reilly wrote:
victorisnotamused wrote:I shouldnt bother making a new thread, since you managed to screw this one up...

you dont like it when the press is shown in a negative light, as the "dog" of govt do you..and its shown how they manipulate the public to the govt tune?

I wasn't going to respond to this, but what the heck -- the fact is, Vic, the farts running the media learned long ago that newspapers with "Rolf Harris" as the top headline sell better than newspapers with "ISIS" as the top headline. So if you're laughing at people over that, I agree.

But it isn't a conspiracy to do anything besides make money. No manipulating the public to do anything besides part with their money. A "dog" to nobody besides the Almighty ... Euro, or whatever the hell you guys pay for stuff with.

The media is a business, I'll preach this like the Bible for as long as I can. It sells eyes to advertisers. Whatever it finds draws more eyes; that's what it sells. The "hard news" stuff is nothing more important to the executives than any other niche market; we're the niche because we don't care what Rolf Harris is doing or about keeping up with the Kardashians.

And before anybody says it, yeah, I'm aware I'm writing kind of like my fiction story now ...

And so does facebook...

"If you aint paying your being sold ..."
~Veya Victaous

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