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 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 115

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 115

…After a good night’s rest, the pair, dressed like any other tourists, stroll down the historic thoroughfares…

Docking an oceangoing freighter is a landing of a divertive sort. Though the seas are rough, the fully loaded cargo vessel cuts its way through chop without much bother. And though it is a ways in from the Tyrrhenian Sea, the City of Seven Hills’ territory extends to the shore, with arterial aquatic access on the Tiber River. Not a commercial seaport, Rome serves as a touch ‘n go stop for tagalongs like Caraway and Bannion and their lumbering transport ship.

Much like any other international destination, Ace knows where to go and who can get him there, “Don’t lose track of me CC.”

“Not a chance Ace, I may just feed off your leftovers.”

“No chum here for you chum. There is not a pretty girl in every port-o-call like you may have speculated.”

She does not lead on like she was paying much attention, but she is, “Let’s find a place to stay for the night, we can hit it hard tomorrow….”

“Yes, hit it hard!”

“In separate rooms…….”

“Same room, I’ll take the sofa.”

“That’ll work,” she concedes, “then we can go over our strategy.”

After a good night’s rest, the pair, dressed like any other tourists, stroll down the historic thoroughfares, set out to case the building at Tre Sei (666) Via Catone. Constance always has a camera in her handbag, and sometimes it even has film in it, but not this time; it makes a neat click sound either way. Ace is Ace, checking his tour guide, which is a nondescript piece of paper from out of his wallet, serving as a map.

“Creepy building CC… has to be from the days of the Roman Empire.”

“Look up… try not to be obvious man… at the top floor windows.”

“Let’s see, they are pitch-black and have beads of water on Worn stairsthe outside of them. I believe that means it’s much colder inside than out, right?”

“But a building this old does not have a heating or cooling system. It may be winter in this hemisphere, but it is still 60 degrees or so, so how do account for the condensation,” she lays out the facts? “You can’t, can you?”

“Can’t say that I can,” he looks up, down and around and inside the portico. “The granite on the stairs is well worn. I see a set of footprints, one up, one down, same shoes.”

“I see two up, one of them older and then one down.”

“That would mean someone is inside.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 81

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 81

…Agent Daniels – The Man of Many Hats…

The OSS (Office of Strategic Services) forerunner of the modern CIA, had served its purpose during the recently concluded world war; somebody had to keep the Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines on the same page. There is a danger when separate organizations do not share intelligence and the OSS virtually forced them to. If that essential fact is a lesson learned, then it becomes an important memo to the future and heeding it is highly recommended.

In the case of the Libby Affair, the military plays no part. Domestic matters are left to people like Agent Daniels, who operate on the opaque fringes of the world stage; no first names required.

As Cephus, to Forever Mastadon, Agent Daniels is a Vatican insider who leaks PapalWorld Agnostica-001 matters. He provides advanced notice of where the Pope is going and what his agenda is. Keeping track of the Pope is one of “their” obsessions. And it is because of this usefulness, that Cephus/Daniels/Rogue is being brought into the inner circle, not of FM but the mysterious World Agnostica Unlimited.

Agnostica has not made the connection between the name Cephus and the bible; had they dug a little deeper they would have discovered that Cephus was Noah’s fourth son, Noah representing God’s greatest display of omnipotence; all of Satan’s (best) vanquished in favor of God’s (hand picked), i.e. The Flood.

Inside an innocuous building on Via Catone,  in not one of Rome’s finer neighborhoods, Cephus has been summoned to the top floor. There is no elevator to confuse what number that floor would be. Elevators were not invented in the 19th century A.D. and judging by the well-worn Italian granite steps, by centuries of heavy use, it is in accord with the outwardly abandoned appearance on this sleepy public way.The_Great_Deception

Be it at four or five stories, the steps end at the top, yet the mean temperature has dropped with every level, from a moderate 16 outdoor degrees Celsius to minus 2, below freezing, without the assistance of compressed ammonia.

Daniels/Cephus will set aside any possible explanation for later, having been met in the hall by Canisso/Wolfgram, dedicated defender of “The Great Deception”.


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Curses, Foiled Again (Ch 8 pgs 110-112)

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Curses, Foiled Again!

 

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From the text:

Constance Caraway and Fanny Renwick have been outside the Emergency Room of Saint Anthony Hospital patiently waiting for word about their wounded friend. In a rare public show of affection, they hold hands with no appreciable separation between them. During the scary times they lean on one another and it has been that way for most of the past 20 years. They are sampling that alone feeling now, now that they must make their own way in an unfamiliar metropolis.

Eddie has been in surgery for a five full hours and during that time, not one minute has Edie Dombroski been seated. She has fitfully paced the “Family Area–Waiting Room” keenly aware of how serious her husbands’ injuries were, having witnessed the urgency exhibited by ambulance medics.

The doors to the operating room have not been opened a single time, neither a good or bad sign considering that access to blood banks and personnel come from within. Five hours become six.

“What are we going to do Connie? We are done with what we were hired to do, Martin is busy with Willard and all that science stuff and now Eddie is out of commission.”

Constance cradles her head, kissing her like a she were a frightened child.

“Let’s see——we have a car, but don’t know where we’re going, we have a job, but it appears we are dealing with the devil,” a short list of diminishing prospects. “Do you think we should head back home Fanny?”

“We have to take care of the Dombroski’s,” a must.

“We have to make sure that Libby is stable and safe,” not there yet.

“We will look like we’re chickening out if we leave now,” Fanny hits a nerve.

“Chicken, when was the last time we ran from a fight?”

“How about that alley behind Doc’s Drugs when we were cornered by that Doberman Pincher………?”

“Other than that damned dog, Fanny!”

“Then we should stick it out for a while, to see how things fall in place and hopefully not fall to pieces.”

“Chin up there dear Fanny, we will see this thing through.”

Directly on the heels of those positive thoughts, Edie Dombroski emerges from her private isolation, “Eddie made it through surgery and he is going to live!”

A group hug breaks out, unabashed joy replaces doubting despair. For three women who did not know each other when the sun rose in the east are now bonding, just as it sets beyond the promising western horizon.

Back at Via Catone, Cephus/Spencer/Rogue/Daniels reports back to an already frustrated Pentateuch. Strange and mysterious are the ways of this disreputable despot and how he knew of Canisso/Wolfgram’s unfortunate encounter with nature’s wrath is unsettling.

“A random bolt of lightning please, humans would blame “Mother Nature” for something like that!” This incident only adds to the deep-seated jealousy harbored against the Divine One and his powers. “Alas, poor Canisso.”

“There is no trace of his body.”

“I doubt that he was taken into the heavenlies,” There are a number of things that Pentateuch takes for granted:

=There is a Heaven

=There is a hell

=He will never be #1

“You are going to tell me that, that old woman is still alive,” Period. “You have failed to satisfy your terms of conscription,” True. “I need to replace Canisso,” Fact.

Inadvertent successor or no, Cephus has reached his objective without having to whack-a-nun. He will be able to witness Agnostica’s most dire activities and have a hand in FOREVER MASTADON’s day-to-day.

If all goes according to the CIA’s plan, both will crumble from the top down.

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