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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4662406" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Prince: Part 13 – The Meeting</strong></p><p></p><p>With plenty of time to prepare for the meeting, Caprice planned ahead. </p><p></p><p>“At any time, we can shut the power to the place,” said Caprice. “I’ve got video surveillance hooked into our cistrons too, so if valiant shows up we can identify him.”</p><p></p><p>“That shouldn’t be hard,” said Jim-Bean. “I’ll see him when I’m inside. I’m going in.”</p><p></p><p>The guards at the front door were patting people down. </p><p></p><p>“And you are?” asked the guard.</p><p></p><p>“Jim,” said Jim-Bean. “Jim Baxter.”</p><p></p><p>The guard looked at his clipboard. “Hmm, you one of our regulars?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m on your list.” He took his coat off and held up his Realizer crystal. “I’m new.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh here you are.” The guard looked up. “I’ll have to pat you down.”</p><p></p><p>“Is that really necessary?” said Jim-Bean quickly, hustling past him. “Look, I’m the kind you can trust, and I think if you want new members you really should treat your noobs better …”</p><p></p><p>The guard blinked. “Hey, wait …” but another person was on line behind Jim-Bean pushing their way through.</p><p></p><p>New Age music and the cloying scent of incense filled the air. A makeshift platform was at the back of the warehouse, flanked by rows of plastic folding chairs. Jim-Bean counted six rows of ten chairs each. </p><p></p><p>“Ladies and gentleman!” announced Diane. “I’m pleased to introduce your Enolsis deacon, Doug Walters!”</p><p></p><p>The crowd clapped wildly. A man stepped out onto the platform. </p><p></p><p>“It’s Valiant,” whispered Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>“You’re sure?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“It’s him. He’s had some work done, but it’s him.”</p><p></p><p>As Doug Walters, Valiant appeared about ten years younger, with shoulder-length black hair, a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and a small, almost elegant nose, but he retained his deceptively soulful blue eyes, large steroidal forehead, and bodybuilder’s physique. He was dressed in a loose, floor0length robe. He pulled a torn envelope out of his robe and, holding it aloft, began his speech.</p><p></p><p>“This morning, a city courier delivered this letter to us. It’s a challenge to our not-for-profit status and a conflict with zoning ordinances for our neighborhood. I quote: ‘Perhaps this will encourage your sick group to find another home.’”</p><p></p><p>The crowd was filled with gasps and condemnations. </p><p></p><p>“Don’t hold hate in your hearts, brothers and sisters. We can change their minds. The biblical prophets had the faith to move mountains, and they were but single individuals. But we are a family. We are legion. We have the faith to move the stars! Because we have the power to change ourselves, and that is the only power that matters.”</p><p></p><p>The crowd cheered. Jim-Bean looked around in wonder. They were all nuts as far as he was concerned.</p><p></p><p>“Brothers and sisters, help me. Help us. Meditate with me and focus on your Realizer. Channel your hopes and your strength into a mighty power. A living power that will move the stars!”</p><p></p><p>Everyone bowed their heads, concentrating on their Realizers. Valiant wheeled a larger crystal onto the platform—the group’s Spiritual Reservoir. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean felt a low resonance at the edge of his hearing. The Spiritual Reservoir began to glow. </p><p></p><p>“I’m moving,” he whispered into his headset. Then he pulled a small gas mask from his coat and snapped it on. With their heads bowed, no one saw him.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean pulled the pin on his canister of tear gas. Before he could throw it, people in the front collapsed, hyperventilating and convulsing. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean looked around in confusion. The lights and music went out. </p><p></p><p>“Good job boys,” said Jim-Bean, drawing his SIG.</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Caprice. “We didn’t do anything!”</p><p></p><p>Glowing with psychic energy, Valiant floated into the air. “YOU!” he shouted pointing at Jim-Bean. “We have a heretic in our midst!”</p><p></p><p>“Oh crap,” said Jim-Bean.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4662406, member: 3285"] [b]Prince: Part 13 – The Meeting[/b] With plenty of time to prepare for the meeting, Caprice planned ahead. “At any time, we can shut the power to the place,” said Caprice. “I’ve got video surveillance hooked into our cistrons too, so if valiant shows up we can identify him.” “That shouldn’t be hard,” said Jim-Bean. “I’ll see him when I’m inside. I’m going in.” The guards at the front door were patting people down. “And you are?” asked the guard. “Jim,” said Jim-Bean. “Jim Baxter.” The guard looked at his clipboard. “Hmm, you one of our regulars?” “I’m on your list.” He took his coat off and held up his Realizer crystal. “I’m new.” “Oh here you are.” The guard looked up. “I’ll have to pat you down.” “Is that really necessary?” said Jim-Bean quickly, hustling past him. “Look, I’m the kind you can trust, and I think if you want new members you really should treat your noobs better …” The guard blinked. “Hey, wait …” but another person was on line behind Jim-Bean pushing their way through. New Age music and the cloying scent of incense filled the air. A makeshift platform was at the back of the warehouse, flanked by rows of plastic folding chairs. Jim-Bean counted six rows of ten chairs each. “Ladies and gentleman!” announced Diane. “I’m pleased to introduce your Enolsis deacon, Doug Walters!” The crowd clapped wildly. A man stepped out onto the platform. “It’s Valiant,” whispered Jim-Bean. “You’re sure?” asked Hammer. “It’s him. He’s had some work done, but it’s him.” As Doug Walters, Valiant appeared about ten years younger, with shoulder-length black hair, a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and a small, almost elegant nose, but he retained his deceptively soulful blue eyes, large steroidal forehead, and bodybuilder’s physique. He was dressed in a loose, floor0length robe. He pulled a torn envelope out of his robe and, holding it aloft, began his speech. “This morning, a city courier delivered this letter to us. It’s a challenge to our not-for-profit status and a conflict with zoning ordinances for our neighborhood. I quote: ‘Perhaps this will encourage your sick group to find another home.’” The crowd was filled with gasps and condemnations. “Don’t hold hate in your hearts, brothers and sisters. We can change their minds. The biblical prophets had the faith to move mountains, and they were but single individuals. But we are a family. We are legion. We have the faith to move the stars! Because we have the power to change ourselves, and that is the only power that matters.” The crowd cheered. Jim-Bean looked around in wonder. They were all nuts as far as he was concerned. “Brothers and sisters, help me. Help us. Meditate with me and focus on your Realizer. Channel your hopes and your strength into a mighty power. A living power that will move the stars!” Everyone bowed their heads, concentrating on their Realizers. Valiant wheeled a larger crystal onto the platform—the group’s Spiritual Reservoir. Jim-Bean felt a low resonance at the edge of his hearing. The Spiritual Reservoir began to glow. “I’m moving,” he whispered into his headset. Then he pulled a small gas mask from his coat and snapped it on. With their heads bowed, no one saw him. Jim-Bean pulled the pin on his canister of tear gas. Before he could throw it, people in the front collapsed, hyperventilating and convulsing. Jim-Bean looked around in confusion. The lights and music went out. “Good job boys,” said Jim-Bean, drawing his SIG. “What?” asked Caprice. “We didn’t do anything!” Glowing with psychic energy, Valiant floated into the air. “YOU!” he shouted pointing at Jim-Bean. “We have a heretic in our midst!” “Oh crap,” said Jim-Bean. [/QUOTE]
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