Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 91

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 91

…Agent Daniels does not know Mary Joseph from Eve, which should make his assignment somewhat easier…

Agent Daniels-001

In the recent tradition (theme & variation) of “if you’re a female connected to The Libby Affair expect a run of bad luck” category, Cephus/Spencer/Daniels/Rogue is back in the far southern suburbs of Chicago, Illinois and is being pointed in the direction of no good. To assure that the required result is carried out, our friend Canisso/Wolfgram is along for “support” and they are about to pay Sister Mary Joseph Franks a visit at the Tolentine Monastery, the original confluence of those hated Good News-spreading, deception exposing, ­fly-in-the-ointment do-gooders’; Pentateuch’s eternally vile phraseology.

The one huge drawback to being in one of those (blood) pact prerequisites is that it may include bodily harm, to either you or someone close to you. Agent Daniels, his go-to alter ego, does not know Mary Joseph from Eve which should make his assignment somewhat easier, but killing is not something he signed up for when he joined the CIA; but his upwardly mobile trajectory into World Agnostica Unlimited depends on it. Too many months of careful toil have been logged to fail now, especially since his Roman encounter with an angel of darkness, perhaps even Satan himself.

What is a double-crossing Federal agent to do?

Click for Hymn

The Monastery is a tranquil place in winter, not the favored destination for those wanting to draw nearer to God; if Florida is closer to the equator it must be closer to heaven or the tropics are a better match to the Garden of Eden. So as it was when the CCPI crew came a calling, the middle of January 1951, the virtual vacancy sign is lit.

An unusual weather pattern has developed of late with the introduction of warmer weather and an atmosphere laden with juicy Gulf of Mexico moisture.  These odd January outbreaks are climatological respites for those in the northern climes.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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The NULL Solution = Episode 118

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The NULL Solution = Episode 118

…We have sunk too much into this operation to merely turn back with our tail between our legs…

“What did we hit?”

“Nothing that I can see.”

They traveled past and through mountains, valleys, sea and plain, no problem. Now with a clear path to their objective, it is no dice.

With no other choice, Gus makes a 360° loop around the massive structure, determined to find a way in. Fuzzy math still stands in their way. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing this outcome in advance.

Whether by land or by space, it’s solve the damned riddle or else.

“Instead of driving all the way back to the landing sight, let’s call the drone over to this side and drop it down closer to the surface. We need to think a bit, talk to Crip, and plan our next move.” What else is there to do? “I’m getting hungry and all the good food is on the drone.”

Reconstituted ham will have to do for dinner. The King Ranch Easter egg hunt 2055 will go on without Marscie’s daddy. That he misses this April 18th Sunday was planned. What Roy Crippen has in mind may jeopardize Thanksgiving.

“We cannot afford to scrub another mission to Mars, Gus. You’re not flying a SEx sortie all by yourself at SOL+++. We have sunk too much into this operation to merely turn back with our tail between our legs. We need water samples, surface and ground, a complete atmospheric profile and one of every plant species you and Rick can lay your hands on.” This is not what this McKinney was built for. “Put your education to work, son. This is the meat & potatoes of space exploration.”

“I prefer champagne and caviar.”

“You can’t afford it… you forfeited your mission hazard pay, remember?”

“So it’s vacuum beakers and freeze-dried horticulture?”

“Yes…, but you can also scan the hell out of that building! It has to have some other purpose that we’re not aware of.”

“I’ll send Rick over to Harmonia with his résumé. Maybe he can get a part-time job in the Trust Dept., Retirement Division.”

“Not without solving that damned riddle first.”

The riddle; it all comes down to bad math and its unsubstantiated quizmaster.

A year that once held promise for positive change: for the Null of Eridanus, for the pilgrims aboard Collapsar Axis or for amateur cryptographers everywhere, time has slowed to pace of a snail.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 118


page 117 (end ch. 10)