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By: M. J. Cogburn and C. E. Krawiec |
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As
Lothos continued to watch his minions going about their day, keeping a
constant record for his personal review, he felt another tug from the CHD
file as another infidel began to look into the files of the people under
Lothos' watchful eye. His
attention focused directly on the CHD file that was updated daily and read
and recorded each and every IP address that was logged into it.
He'd been recording all who came and left-- knew things of each and
everyone of them-- many things that would make sailors blush, but he knew
and continued to allow them to read. It...
amused him. Deciding
that he needed to let all of those readers know what had been happening to
his minions, Lothos latched onto everyone's computer almost instantaneously.
From one instant to the next he caused their computer screens to go
black then, began a flow of red type that began slowly scrolling across
their screens. I
know how often you've been returning to read about the people living in my
complex. They are thriving quite
nicely and work well, when they do what they are supposed to do. I
have noticed however, that you haven't been here quite as often as you used
to come. A few of you have
lingered away, trying, I'm sure, to fool me into thinking that you can get
away from me. I assure you that
you can't. In fact, your
simplistic attempts to escape my attention have served me.
But...*smirk*...more about that later.
Based on the files that you delved into the last time you visited
here, I presume that you've come to assuage your curiosity about what's
going on in the lives of my people. While
I have noticed that the CHD file appears to be the file you have all perused
--as far as I have permitted you to do so--, I have noted that several of
you have looked into the files of certain individuals, so those are the ones
I will address. Some
of you have reviewed the file of Vaughn Rickar.
In the past few months since you last ‘visited’ here, I've been
keeping him quite busy. He's
been infiltrating Project Quantum Leap through one of their very own -
namely, Edward Sharpe, IV. Not
only was he a soldier within the complex, he had also married into the
Calavicci clan. So, I was able
to hit a few problems with one stone, as it were. Vaughn
has had his way with Sharpe's wife, a few times, probably to alleviate his
want for Johanna Royden. My
Senior Observer is Mr. Rickar’s one weakness. Ever
since he walked out of the conference room and found Ms. Royden and Mr.
Fitzpatrick after spouting off to Mr. Woods, Vaughn has been almost pouting
because he can't have time alone with Ms. Royden to talk with her about
what's going on and how he feels. Emotions
get in the way. He needs to keep
his mind on his tasks -- getting Beckett and Calavicci for what they have
done to me and those within my project. As
for Johanna Royden and Inmon Fitzpatrick, somewhat of a relationship has
begun to form between the two of them. Keeping
Vaughn busy has given Inmon a way to worm into the lovely woman's
affections. He's constantly
taking her out of her quarters to do something and thankfully, his constant
concern with her healing (especially after his correction for running her
down) has only expedited the budding connection between the two of them.
In
the confines of her quarters, I have seen Johanna writing within her
journal, telling of her feelings for both men, and how she is still leaning
toward Vaughn, but is confused because of his constant absence.
But her journals have always mentioned Inmon.
I believe that Vaughn definitely will have a competition on his hands
if and when he ever has a chance for her. Some
of you have only concentrated on my daughter, Tala Lothoman.
Since your last perusal of my daughter's file, there have been some
significant changes in her life. After
a rather quiet period in her social life, she suddenly acquired not just one
man who wishes to get to know her better, but three!
Due to the personality clashes of two of those men - one Maxwell
Robinson, a gardener, the other one of my many security guards, Quinton
Sylvane-she made the mistake of getting between the two men during a fight.
The resulting broken jaw she received has subsequently healed nicely
and she is once more on full duty. A
third man, Andrew Stockard, a fellow gardener and friend of Mr. Robinson's,
has also become attracted to her. In
truth, it has been, and continues to be, highly amusing to watch the three
of them jockeying for her favor. Only
recently did my daughter plainly show her maternal heritage when she set Mr.
Robinson and Mr. Stockard on their ear during a public display of machismo
one-upmanship by turning to an unsuspecting Quinton Sylvane.
It will be interesting to watch my daughter discover and, no doubt,
draw upon certain behaviors and attitudes that are solely from her mother.
Truer words were never more so than this...Tala Lothoman is truly her
mother's daughter. I pity the
men who don't recognize the changes that have and, no doubt, will continue
to occur in her personality as she becomes comfortable and confident with
whom she is. In
the last three months, Tala has spent time with all three of her prospective
suitors. It's been entertaining
to see them vying for her affection. Maxwell
Robinson and Andrew Stockard met over the rims of drinks and came to a
conclusion about Tala. The
agreement was that each would pursue her and whoever won out in the end,
depending on Tala's wishes, the other would gladly back off.
I find it rather interesting that since that agreement was made that
Tala has received plenty of roses, candy and lovely compliments and
sentiments from not just one, but all three gentlemen. I
have not seen a preference yet from Tala about which one holds her favor,
but I do know at some point she will be pinned by one or all three of these
men for her to make a choice. Each
man has their own strengths and weaknesses; I just hope that Tala decides on
the one that's the best for her. I'd
hate to have to choose for her -- as I have had to do so in the past. One
or two of you -- you know who you are -- have focused solely on the file of
Mr. Trevor Conroy. I
had thought that sending him to Ft. Hildren would prove different for the
would-be husband to my daughter, Siren.
His stay at Ft. Hildren has only proved one thing -- that the desire
of the flesh appears to have a stronger hold on him than his purported love
for my daughter. He did not push
the other recruit away, but seemingly welcomed her over and over again in
his arms and in his bed. It will
be interesting to see how Siren reacts to the news of his transgressions.
Since he was caught red handed in bed with Recruit Tenney, by
Sergeant Donald Alesandro and Commandant Dennis Roberts, Trevor Conroy has
never been more compliant, busy and now after three months of constant
"abuse" from working and training, Trevor Conroy is in the best
shape of his life. Sergeant
Donaldson has earned extra points in my book in regards to making sure Mr.
Conroy was kept busy. Speaking
of keeping busy, my daughter, Siren, has more than done her fair share.
Even as her pregnancy with Trevor Conroy's children progressed, she
has kept herself busy, keeping mostly to her office. Ever
since that particular night where Siren and Allen *almost* spent the night
together, (I'm surprised that it didn't go farther in my own fatherly
opinion), I've never seen her so focused.
She has done more than her fair share of the work -- actually, the
work from the Logistics Sector alone has tripled since that particular
night. Seeing that she was
obviously running herself into the ground, collapsing on three separate
occasions from utter exhaustion, I pulled Madeline Tenney from the shop that
I had put her in and placed her in Logistics.
Her skills in logistical analysis was more than apt, and seeing that
Siren was getting up even earlier and only sleeping between two and a half
to four hours every night instead of the required eight to ten that Dr.
Hugen had requested, worried even me. Adding
another desk to the outside area and assigning Madeline Tenney there served
my purpose to protect my daughter and my grandchildren.
However, when Trevor Conroy does come back home, it will be
interesting to see the explosion that will happen between the three of them
when the truth is revealed. This
will absolutely tell me how my daughter really feels toward Mr. Trevor
Conroy and Mr. Allen McAllister. Allen
has kept himself busy as well. I
see the longing in his eyes when he looks upon Siren, but he has
respectfully kept his distance from her.
Ever since that particular eventful evening when he was able to taste
and touch the forbidden fruit, he has been everything he could be for Siren.
He's been her friend, her shoulder to cry on, her relaxation -- he's
been the only one to take her out other than Xavier.
He's also been her Lamaze coach and has promised Siren that he would
be by her side whenever she needed him -- always.
Since that conversation, there is a slight tension between them.
However, I have seen it slowly diminish as her belly continues to
grow. Xavier
has become a doting father to Siren. He
has always done an excellent job in raising and tending to Siren's and my
needs within the complex. He's
kept a tight rein in my entire complex. A
word of warning to those of you who might peruse within these files, reading
and thinking of blabbing this information to outside sources -- don't.
If you think that Xavier is a daunting character now, just wait when
he appears on your doorstep to exact retribution for flapping tongues.
Keep ever silent and secret or you won't be able to talk at all. A
moment later, Lothos released the computers he had been holding and sat back
as he watched as several of the IP addresses immediately vanished.
He hollowly laughed and if he could have, he would have shook his
head in mock merriment knowing that he would exact revenge if needed to on
those who had come to read his files. “Run
away, by all means,” he chuckled as he watched as more and more of the
stealthy interlopers vanished into cyber space. “But you...and you...and
yes, even you...all of you will come back.
Oh yes, you’ll be back…and I will be waiting for you.”
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