RIP - SPACE ALIENS HIDE M DRUGS!!! ___________________________________ The ReptiliansInBlack and the MenInTheShadows were arguing vehemently over the best path to take in order to maintain effective damage control over the increasingly wide-spread danger posed by the known and unknown actions of the Author. Regardless, in the end, they all had to answer to Gomez... In the days preceeding the Terry Nichols verdict, they had managed to divert the Author's attention by murdering his aunt in Nevada, Missouri, forcing him to abandon Denver in the middle of the night to drive to her funeral. They had managed to find and destroy the TRIN VirtualNuclear Diskette Bombs the Author had left at various federal government buildings in the previous few days, but their agent in Cape Girardo indicated that the Author also claimed to have planted the TRIN VNDB's among members of the Nichols jury. Was this another one of the Author's disinformation tactics, or was their own double agent at Bureau42 actually a triple agent, helping to obscure the Author's trail of FUD after his having lost the Watchers in both Denver and Nevada? When the RIP's and the MIS's were notified by Captain Button's former superiors that the Author had been discovered roaming his old haunts in Tucson, the BlackBaggers who inventoried his truck found postcards purchased in Branson, Oklahoma City and Waco. Not a good sign... When the Author posted the 'SweatHog Log' of the SAHMD manuscripts from Linda Lou Reeds Pima College account, it was taken as a sign that HeOrShe was once again ready to jump to another location, and was again challenging the Watchers to track him. After he led them directly to his current SafeHouse in Tucson, however, it became clear that he was once again taunting them by revealing another clue in the ongoing battle to discover the true extent and/or existence of the alleged underground computer society known as the Circle of Eunuchs. It wasn't until they met in Tucson with the US Air Force intelligence officer from Bienfait that the ReptiliansInBlack and the MenInTheShadows realized the horrendous implications of the 'clue' that the Author was rubbing their noses in... "Bob and Polly McWilliams, sons named Trevor and Rory." the Flying Spook told those gathered around the conference table at the back of the Blue Saguaro. "They're friends of Mark, the owner." he said, causing great consternation among the various spooks participating in the dinner and drinks TruthMonger Rap Session taking place--apparently in the heart of enemy territory. As if on cue, the owner approached their table, to inquire as to the suitability of the food, drinks and service.Y\j owner, nonchalantly, adding, "I haven't seen you since the Club Car...are you bugging our conversation?" The owner of the Blue Saguaro laughed and winked slyly, replying, "Not tonight. There's no band, so it's the sound man's night off..." The assorted crew of Casper's Cousins, as they liked to think of themselves, each began replaying in his or her own mind the contents of their preceeding conversations, much to the amusement of Mark and his old pal, the Flying Spook. "Tomorrow's edition..." the Flying Spook told his compatriots, handing each of them a computer printout of the Bienfait Nutly News. "I'm the new editor-in-chief." He turned and walked away with the owner, talking over old times...