Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 136

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 136

…Cupcake my ass, you—you Mr. Big Stuff…

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…do I need to convince you further? And you can toss in that phantom building in Rome and those ghost headquarters on top of that LaSalle Street address,” Daniels states authoritatively.

“Okay I get your point, but what can we do going forward?” Ace, the veteran of many an aerial dogfight wants to be prepared for a battle of the uncharted sort.

“Pentateuch is mad as hell and he is back on the move. As far as I know, he cannot directly harm anyone who is not under his control; he has to use surrogates to do that dirty work.”

“Where does that leave you, didn’t you work for him?”

“Not in the strictest sense, Mr. Ace. I have had special mind-control-defeating-training, should I be captured during an operation and all, so I am immune from his personal attacks. So for immediate purposes, it’s the Chicago Police Department I need to get around.”

“Good ol’ Connie here knows how to deal with cops, don’t you cupcake?” he slaps her on the backside.

“Cupcake my ass! You can make fun of me, you—you Mr. Big Stuff, but I may have the best plan EVER in mind.”

“If it involves me, you do know about that flack shrapnel I have in my gluteus maximus?”

what he wants“Yes you can be a pain in the posterior, but I am talking about giving Penty exactly what he thinks he wants most.”

“I think I know, but for the sport of it, what does he want?” asks the single most informed human being in present company.

“I’ve heard you refer to it as the Great Deception.”

“Yes this whole ordeal revolves around protecting it. He is every bit a roaring lion.”Agent Daniels-001

“All we have to do is have Martin sign off on a paper that concludes that all of Libby’s findings were skewed, he poo-poos it, thereby preserving his precious evolution ruse.”

It gets the Agent Daniels stamp of approval, “After all, what’s the big deal? They think Willard his dead, right? And Old Martin here, didn’t have the courage to see it through.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 122

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 122

…‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ the demon himself mutters inaudibly…

L Dick Cannon

Possessive to the core, persistent to a fault, Pentateuch reaches out to his new favorite mischief-maker, Langston Richard Cannon. Considered a charlatan and a madman by his critics, this thinly inspired individual has begun to express himself in print. He has left his mark in the genre named Science Fiction, that representing dianeticsfiction is the purest sense. He wants to be recognized as a pioneer in real science and in his book Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health he steps into the burgeoning field of “self help” literature.

The Church Of Spiritual Engineering that Pentateuch has suggested and the L Dick Cannon-001Scientology vision of L. Dick Cannon both remove Christianity from the equation; an ideal platform for agnostic perpetuation.

Individuals with demagogical tendencies like Cannon are especially susceptible tosuggestion and Pentateuch is well aware of this man’s aspirations and the need for publicity. Without proper publicity, idealistic materials can die on the vine. One useful tool that is ready to be availed in the toolbox of perversion is Hollywood. They need a popular medium to offset all the negative pushback from medical professionals. If they can recruit and educate a movie star to publicly endorse Cannon’s imaginary “engrams” or the “auditing” that cures people of all negative experiences, they can gain a lasting foothold in society.

The Great Deceiver has appeared to Cannon before, using his most clever human recruitment guise, the appearance of the corporate executive D. Joseph Winters.

“I have arranged for your book to be placed in the view of several actors in Hollywood and one in particular, Orson Welles. He seems to be curious about your theories.”

“Oh yes, Macbeth is masterful, a delicious cross between Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein, love his work. I saw his Dr. Faustus in New York back in ’37 I believe. The ol’ devil would be proud!”

‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ the demon himself mutters inaudibly.

“He had a difficult childhood, an alcoholic father and mother who died when he was only a boy.”

“That is a perfect candidate for an auditing. We can rid him of all that negativity and lead him to see the light of spiritual wellness.”

“Excellent. I will be monitoring your progress.”

Neither would Cannon understand why he needs to be watched or what role Winters might play in his church.

“Do you have a telephone where you can be reached?” L. Dick is just another unwise, sightless, and dense human.

“I will find YOU.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 120

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 120

Chapter Eleven

 MANEUVERS

…What puzzles Pentateuch most is how those pesky gnats were able to locate his papal perch in the first place…

Every war is won or lost by first fighting battles; sneak attacks, ambushes or crusades, campaigns. And depending on which side you are on, sometimes it doesn’t feel very good.

Now for Pentateuch, it is one thing to be put in his place by the Divine One, Canisso’s untimely demise being an example. It is something that he has had to accept as a precondition for his status as chief Earthly foil. Satans Place-001But to have been pricked in the side by mere humans, as is the case with the recent loss of his handy habitation in Rome, is utterly unacceptable.

What puzzles him the most is how those pesky gnats were able to locate his papal perch in the first place. It is not like he is the owner of a worldwide franchise: a SATAN’S PLACE sign hanging on the front of each of his lairs.

Being known is an unwelcome byproduct of his infamous misdeeds. It is not a situation that he is comfortable with. The fewer human beings who see him as real the better; he can prowl and devour much easier with mass ignorance.

The other nagging issue is: if he has squashed the threat to his Great Deception, then why does it feel like the battle continues to rage on, is not as over as it appears. This whole Libby Affair has shaken him to his fireproof boots, even to his darkened doorsteps.

He really misses that Canisso guy, having had good confidence in the area of creature loyalty. He is not the first company casualty in the course of human history, of those devoted to Pentateuch, but as it applies to the Great Deception, there is no replacing Canisso.

Come to think of it, most of his current problems seem to revolve around the proximity (or lack of said) and the one named Cephus. The Divine One (GOD) didn’t strike him down at Tolentine like He did Canisso, nor was Cephus at Via Catone the night of the annihilation as he was expected to be.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 117

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 117

…She opens the door, revealing a dust covered Agent Daniels…

You don’t see what you think you do

“There is nothing Ace, not a damned trace of that building………it is like it wasn’t there all along,” she hands her binoculars to him.

“You must be crapping me! It is one huge dusty nothing; zero debris, like it was vaporized!” he stands amazed.

Stunned silence.

“You know this shouldn’t surprise me AB, not after all that other weird stuff I’ve seen.”

“It appears that we succeeded in annihilating an illusion.”

“No 39th floor, no building… no revenge, I’m not feeling the love here.”

“Shadow boxing is good practice for the real thing CC, so now we know that not everything is as it appears.”

Suddenly there is a knock at their door.

“Could that be Polizia Locale?” asks Ace in his best Italian. “Better open the door.”

She does so revealing a dust covered Agent Daniels.

“At least we know the dust was real!”

“And you are???”

“Bannion, Ace Bannion.”

“I assume you are the one with the demolition skills,” the Daniels/Cephus points at the remaining crater. “I certainly did not expect you to pull it off, Constance.”

“How did you know we were going to blow the place into eternity?”

“I have my ways,” a good G-man doesn’t show his entire hand. “Eternity would be nice, but this will do for now. It will take him a while to relocate, but he will.”

“Who is he, may I ask?”

“You haven’t guessed by now?”

“The Devil is the real deal?” Ace remains skeptical, despite Connie’s background stories.

“You may choose to ignore him, but Satan is real and he is looking to devour mankind’s collective soul.”Pentateuch-001

“How does he fit that on his business card?”

“It is his calling card you want to avoid. If he leaves that, it means he has already done his dirty work.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 116

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 116

When We Last Left

“I see a set of footprints, one up, one down, same shoes,” comments Ace.

“I see two up, one of them older and then one down.” Connie’s powers of observation are professionally acquired.

“That would mean someone is inside.”

Ah ha!

“Exactly and I told Daniels not to get caught inside that rat-hole this week.” The poor spy’s-spy has to follow orders from many sources. “I didn’t consult him on the wisdom of my plans. Some things are best left unsaid.”

“Refresh my memory, just why do you want to blow this place to kingdom come?”

“Put it this way, if I could leave a note behind I’d write: ‘Greetings and felicitations from your greetings and felicitationsConstance Caraway-001

friends at Constance Caraway & Associates, you remember, the ones you’re f******g back in the US of A? When we get mad, we get even’.”

“I think they’ll get the message either way.” He is seeing the side of Constance he has been missing; nice ass – BADASS.

“Make sure that the note, the building and the anything else here doesn’t survive the blast.”

It is on during the second full night of their Roman holiday, that they move to carry out the plan. Ace lays down enough plastic explosive to rattle the windows in the  Vatican itself. “They’ll think it’s an earthquake.” The limestone blocks, held in place by ancient mortar, should collapse toward the center, leaving a dusty pile of rock.

They return to their quaint hotel in the waning cover of darkness. The charges are set to detonate at 6:05.30 and they will be able to see the entire site from their lone SE facing window. There is a half drunken bottle of Nebbiolo and a small round of Asiago cheese on the coffee table, ready for congratulatory consumption.

As they big hand of the wall clock passes straight-up eleven and then twelve, vaporizeglasses are poised. Constance instinctive huddles against her co-conspirator.Image result for 6 o'clock gif

6:05.28, .29, .30, _*^+#!#$%&&^$#@@$%& and the whole earth trembles in its wake.

“Bingo!”

Bango, bongo,” the munitions man concludes.

When the mushrooming dust settles back down and the air clears, “There is nothing Ace, not a damned trace of that building………it is like it wasn’t there all along,” she hands her binoculars to him.

“You must be crapping me! It is one huge dusty nothing; zero debris, like it was vaporized!” he stands amazed.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 102

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 102

…In this case, Willard Libby had died from complications of hypothermia; so sad, so false…

“Are you absolutely positive that carbon-14, in any biological form, cannot be successfully folded into the current half-life equation?”

“I have taken this right out to the before the first Ice Age and there is an absolute wall at 20K,” Willard Libby is taken to task by Martin Kamen in a final review of his game changing findings. “If life on this planet does not predate 20000 BC, then how can we accurately attach an age to Earth?”

“It sat around empty for a few billion years and then life suddenly appeared,” Martin was joking.

“Good point! In the Creation scenario, God could have done up the Universe a bit early, all the while perfecting the human form… and all the animals, etc, etc. All I know for certain is that this radioisotope does not extend past 20, not even those damned Brontosaurus.”

The pair of research scientists is still in hiding at an undisclosed location in the bowels of the University of Chicago. They are hatching a scheme where Willard Libby can safely release his findings to the world. They begin by purchasing the very first tape recorder commercially available. Of course the Japanese copy/manufacture what the Americans invent. Though it weighs 40 pounds and was hard to sneak in, Libby starts recording audio to accompany his charts and graphs.

The biggest drawback to the plan is that Willard Libby has been declared dead, deceased, checked out, met his maker, bit the dust, crashed and burned, gonzo. The once secret “death” at Elgin State Hospital has fallen victim to an innocent clerical mistake. Someone unknowingly releases Libby’s death notice, along with the other recently departed hospital patients.

Elgin has been under tight scrutiny ever since a scandal rocked the mental health facility. They had suppressed deaths due to the questionable reasons for casualties, yes casualties resulting from the use of untested drugs treatments and what would normally labeled as medieval torture devices.

In this case, Willard Libby had died from complications of hypothermia; so sad, so false.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

…we can call it the Church of Spiritual Engineering

“I have decided to start my own church,” Pentateuch comes to the realization that people long for a place where like-minds gather, as he thinks to himself. The Christian movements seem to have a church on about every block for the sole purpose of honoring their God, so why not spawn a self-affirming organization to serve those who worship nothing but themselves. This is the originating rationale he uses as a foundation for his newest plan.

Jealous and in desperate need of atheist reinforcement, he has targeted the perfect front man for that church and he appears to him at the Laguna Beach Yacht Club, where the man is working just to stay afloat, so-to-speak. Pentateuch passes himself off as a wealthy business-type, an alleged follower of this cult-ish personality, expounding on that very subject of founding that existential church, “You are just the man to give the people what they long for… a church that only makes them feel good.”

“I have wanted to do that for years, but lack universal support,”

“I know,” confirms Pentateuch to the man seated across from him, one Langston Richard Cannon, whom he has been keeping track of ever since the man wrote what he called “THE book” and then throughout his failed military career; an ongoing string of disappointments. They had an encounter during his Navy days in that Great War, but Cannon was so myopic that he did not realize that he had met the devil, yet he impressed the Dark Deceptor with his delusional ways of viewing the world. “You need a proper platform from which to spread your revolutionary ideas.”

dianetics“You must be familiar with what I call Dianetics. I am sorry; did I get your name?”

“Winters, P. Joseph Winters and I am impressed with your vision.”

“Some are calling it sacrilegious, but I call it a milestone for man, comparable to the discovery of fire and superior to the invention of the wheel. My new book is selling thousands of copies a week, but there are still those that doubt.”

“With my help, we can start a church for your followers; we can call it The Church of Spiritual Engineering.”

“Brilliant, that is close to what I was thinking: Church of Scientology, but we can go with yours to start out.” He likes that Winters/Pentateuch is eating his stuff up. “The human brain records every experience and event, even when unconscious. I can clear away the bad and painful ones by a process I call “auditing”, thus freeing the mind to attain higher IQs and enhanced memorization.”

“And what is your opinion on the position of the so-called Christian churches?”

“Are you talking about God? What utter nonsense and waste of a perfectly good life!  L. Dick Cannon, will free them from that form of spiritual slavery.”

“Perfect,” the Great Deception adds another living statue to his hall-of-shame.


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