INT. Emergency Room, David Grant Medical Travis AFB, California

“We are going to take blood,” said Major Saylor, “whether you consent or not, will you co-operate?” The patient had claimed blood draw was against his religion. Saylor scoffed at his tatoo as Mr. Black mumbled near-incoherently.

“Take whatever you want, Major,” said Robert Black, the now-former commander of the CIA’s Ultra-Secret DOMESTIC POLITCAL ACTION GROUP, “…spec-ops. Don’t bullshit me, you’re spec-ops. Just look at your biceps!”

Major Saylor was not impressed he was told this man was a real bad-ass, “You’re delusion,” one man and one woman, both african american and twin siblings began injecting the ‘Admiral,’ in his derrière, “You’ll be falling asleep soon. We are taking blood and I’m not spec-ops no more than those MP’s are.” He gestured to the two men wearing black berets.

“Fuck you and your mother.”

Saylor, not his real name, resisted the urge to smack Mr. Black across the face. Fucking traitor, he thought, I’d break your neck right now, if they’d let me.

INT. Ministry of Operations and Clandestine Affairs, LONDON U.K.
“Don’t hurt him! Don’t you dare hurt him,” said Lady Jessica Ellen Cornish to Sir Basil Haworth, the head of Mi-5, “…the ladies will not tolerate it, Sir Basil.”

Silence fell in the London office. Basil was suddenly aware of how stuffy the office felt. He’d been briefed, by the Crown none the less- and had never been so frightened in his life.

“Miss Jessie all I can say is the Americans reserve the right to discipline their own,” this could be it, this could be the end of his life if TELEPATHIC GRID TWO was indeed up and running Jessica’s “C.H.I.” would be spattering across the open net, “And Mr. Black has much to answer for.” Not even the Winsdors would be safe if the entirety of the female gender came down on them. He wondered: How does Princess Kate feel about this?

“I don’t know what they could have on Bobby, I just don’t I’ve seen the inside of his mind and a traitor he’s not,” Jessie pulled a Walther Pistol, “time to clean Sir Basil. Guards!”

The two men outside the office rushed in, she promptly shot them.

Good lord, thought the head of Military intelligence, I must be next!

“Just housekeeping,” said Jessie reassuringly, “…by your leave sir?” It was peppered with sarcasm. Basil was terrified and regretted every time he raised his voice to a lady.

“By all means, Lady Jessica,” she spun on her heels towards the door, “you are dismissed.”

EXT. North Texas Street/Travis Blvd. Fairfield CA
“Oh, don’t be such a sissy,” said the Emergency Medical Tech, Black was certain he was a homosexual, “…you have all sorts or tatoos!” The man was not a homosexual, he was a Eunuch.
Lord, is this what I deserve “Mr. Black,” had just been stripped of his rank and Central Intelligence had “burned him,” I love my country. I served with distinction, my conduct has been above reproach yet this is how it ends, with a fruitcake taunting me.

“I see you have the mark,” the EMT tapped the three sixes on Black’s right wrist, “Well, now you are truly marked.”
PSSSSHHHHHhhh!
The sound of a second auto-injecting device was a relief to the former commanding officer, “Is that the drug? The drug that kills me, just like you bastards killed Tookie?” Stanley Tookie Williams III was executed by the state for crimes he committed as founder of the Crips street gang, “Because frankly son, I don’t feel like chatting. I know the routine.” Silence passed and Black drifted out of consciousness. Tookie had been executed but not for reasons known to the public; Captain Calvin Broadus Jr. USN/CIA SAD, also known by his stage names “Snoop Dogg,” knew the real reason why. He’d been fully briefed before coming aboard S.A.D. and was the ranking captain of Domestic Political Action Group. Him and Black planned on getting Tookie canonized, had Operation Cobra III been completed. Now that would never be as Commander Dwayne Michael Carter Jr, sobered by the realization his CO had committed treason and now the weight of leadership fell upon his shoulders despite three other Officers held a higher rank in DPAG.

“He really doesn’t know,” said the Eunuch to the female Ambulance driver, “…guess he threatened the Vatican a little to much.”

“Shut up and activiate the homing device!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” EMT Trevor Baskins feared he might be burned, “I lost my bearing, Ma’am.” With Special Activities Division you could never know. This man’s life was forfeit in a larger scheme unknown to anybody born with a set of testicles. The ambulance arrived at the local hospital.

INT. Solano Lodge, Fairfield CA, Room 35

Thud thud THUD!

“Open up,” said Officer Remey, “Police! We have a warrant! Open the door,” three more fistfalls on the door, “Open the door now!“

Black was fighting to stay awake. The mixture of Haldol, or what he believed to be Haldol was in full effect. “I’ve been burned,” he said, “this is how they burn notice you in the big leagues. Hey Officer,” the pounding on the door ceased, “I’m coming!”

They may just blow me away when I open the door thought the now-former commander of the CIA’s Ultra-Secret Domestic Political Action Group, nice and neat, like Oscar Grant. Why not?

Black opened the door. An Asian Officer named Xiong stepped in first followed by a white cop with a mustache named Remy. “Come on in,” they didn’t show their warrant, “I have nothing-”

The mag-lite, a heavy four D-cell flashlight made contact with Black’s head. It was only with moderate force but he collapsed totally.

“Check the bathroom,” before Xiong could cuff him, Remy was there, “…remember we need to have grounds for 5150-”

“Got ‘em,” said Remy, “empty pill bottles just like they said. Call the Ambulance.”

Black was just happy to not be dead, as he surrendered to the dose given to him not ten minutes before. Who was that girl?

INT. Solano Lodge, Fairfield CA Room 35
“I’m not your father, little girl,” Black had opened the door, hands still shaking with fear, “…what do you need? Who’s coming?”

“The Gun, Daddy. Where is it?” A pause, this little girl could not be older than twelve, yet she had an air of authority that was as inexplicable as it was frighting, “…don’t lie, and please, hurry.”

Robert waved her to the drawer. In the lot three police cruisers had pulled in aggresivly. “Goodbye and daddy I’m so sorry,” she lunged forward with a needle, “…just sleep it off.” The auto-injecting device delivered a heavy dose of Haldol and benydryl, “I’m sorry. Bye-bye daddy!”

The girl entered the bathroom while Black collapsed on the bed, disoriented. He heard the window open and knew she was gone. With his last moment of consciousness he slammed the door shut. “Police are gonna have to work for it…” spoken groggily as the world swam in front of him. Possible for the last time.

INT. Solano Lodge, Fairfield CA, Room 35
The email client chimed with a pleasantly familiar tone. Black flipped the tac i.O.S. device to the mail app.

To: Rear Admiral Black
From: Admiral William McRaven
Subj: Dismissal
BCC: All SAD Personal

This is your official notice of dismissal. You are to surrender any firearms to the proper authorities arriving at 1900 hours at your current position. Turn of all digital devices and do not resist; deadly force has been authorized in the matter of your apprehension.

Signed,
Admiral William McRaven, Commanding Officer: United States Special Operations Command

“My God,” said the new civillian Mr. Robert Black, “my God, I…what did I do? They’re going to kill me.” They have to, thought Black while opening the desks only drawer. Inside was a 9mm Glock pistol with a single round. His “Suicide Round,” he withdrew it and wondered if he should kill himself with the suppressor attached.

KNOCK KNOCK

The door knocks sounded like thunder. It was 18:49, Black put the pistol back and slid the drawer shut.

“Daddy?” came from the other side. It was the voice of a girl, “Daddy? Is that you? Daddy,” Black had no children, “…open the door! They are coming!”

“Wow,” said Lil Wayne XO (Exectuvie Officer for Special Activities Division DOMESTIC POLITICAL ACTION GROUP “Commander Manderson USN/CIA SAD just got humilated. But-

“In a hospital yeah,” telepathically: just forget it, please. Full Brief on the Harem, incoming.

“LADY JESSICA ELLEN CORNISH (CBE) DOES IT LIKE A *GAMEHEN* (CIA) DUDE”

“SEAL TEAM ALPHA” BY Richard “Demo-’SHARKMAN OF THE RED CELL’ (delta, SOG [SOC] {Special Operations Capable})-Dick” Marksinko and shitty Tom Clancy Ghoswriter, Kelly John Wiseman for sale Now!

(Sir Basil Haworth and our other Mi5/Mi6 sources say “Yes, codenamed Leonidas’ Queen. No, I don’t believe she finds that demeaning Miss…Oprah is it? She doesn’t think equal rights are an issue. She is bloody aroused.”)

….before the night is over, three more messages between both were sent, but only this one is not classified:

“YES YOU ARE, I MAY BE FALLING FOR YOU,”

switch/female “REALLY HONEY?”

switch/male “YES, I AM TAKEN,”

switch/female “I’LL PRAY NEVER ALIVE.”

At that moment the Admiral Saluted English Style, palm out. Lady Jessica Ellen Cornish, CBE, finished whispering in his ear and leaning in for the kiss, did not hear the sliding of a dozen pairs of Adidas superstars as all US SOG Troops about-faced.

No member of CIA SAD CD would kiss a working girl, and they all looked like working girls. “We don’t know,” added a pissed Dwayne “liltunechi” Michael Carter, Jr., Executive Officer for CIA SAD’s Domestic Political Action Group (formerly known as Celebrities Division) “…thanks Intel,” he grumbled on, “had I known that was Robyn Fenty I wouldn’t have left in such a goddamn hurry!”

From “‘The Secret London Times, You Know For the James Bonds,’ …it’s bloody guessing and accusations of the Crown doing [REDACTED] however I thought you should see the last line: ‘Leaving Girls Shocked, Aroused.’ Good show, Admiral!” -Sir Basil Haworth Mi6 Director (the Secret One) of Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service.

“I swear this crazy desk I love it and all,” said President Barack Obama to the Surgeron General Doctor, “but it swears like a sailor!” Moments before joining Dr Dre at the Sunny side Mental Health Inpateint Acres and Rehab Clinic: BROUGHT YOU BY FORD EFF ONE FIFTY

I remember the first time I went fishing with my father, Paul Black. It was all three of us at San Pablo reservoir.

“It was a clusterfuck,” shore fishing, “…my brother Simon could not stop casting and retrieving. Resulting in my dad tying twice as many nots and my sister, Alex,” we caught nothing for three years, “…well Alex, she just sat there.”

“My God,” my father said years later, “it’s been this fishing monofilamint line,” do not use berkely fire wire, “see this ashy powder? It’s not monofilamint fishing line at all it’s a conductor,” slowly, he turned his head towards the still-fresh water, vodka in hand, “a super counducter those fish and everything in there,” he drank vodka in modest amounts as opposed to beer on fishing trips, “can see exactly where the goddamn fishing line is!”

“Here you go,” said Barry Popovich, “for your boy, I think he deserves it,” the head of ‘Gigatronics, tech USS…A’ turned towards his beautiful yet framed, “…every man must learn to be a fisher,” photo of his wife, “…of men.” Dramatic pauses happened more and more, as I mastered his gift of Mega Man 2.

“I never would have beat that game,” said my friend Kyle, “if not for the passwords, you know? Megaman one you had to beat in a single go.” I cheated with Rush the wonderdog. But’s all fair in love and,” my father often stood in the garage silent for hours, enjoying the cold to save on heating bills, “…war.“

IOUS VELOCITY OF A FAT CHICKEN!” -the Flash, and now for something comple
“Holy Terror,” out now! AVAILBLE WHERE EVER TOM CLANCY BOOKS ARE NOT SOLD!”

Alternate Title: “Coming Soon! …too soon.”

“…supporter with ties to Iranian extremists will DPAG lil JB and wheezy save the day or will 9/11 be the ultimate statue of liberty

play saving the presidents daughters and winning the All Black’s their sixth world rugby chamionship! Or will evil prevail creating 9/11 x2 planes flying not only into the pentagon but causing the disfigurship of the lady who represents america best first lady

bell was cracked in Philadelphia. Chat with Tom Clany Wiseman on AIM “BlackRouge,” co-author of- STEVE JOBS WAS IN CA “I’ll have a large

bella grande with extra cheese,” said Tom Clancy, other of the Cardinal of the Kremin and the Bishop of Rome of…the CIA “…Steven Jobs, as I live and breath hey where are you,” a top sec email came into his tac NEWTON iPadd proto type, “going in such av OOOF!” Never to suffer fools lightly Steve walloped Clancy w/iPad 2 II “This is a matter of National Security From the President,” read the footer, “…deadly force,” RECON, ho! Thundercats ruled, “in the protection of these assets have been signed by Donald R,” for the Secret of the Defense dept. was unearthed by Sec

State Clinton stood at the edge of the Potomac River, “Cold tonight,” Steven Jobs had passed ending their only chance at a victory over the evil space lord, “…colder tomorrow,” xerxes the Persian man god Bill slept with, “IT IS TIME!” then slayed with six star general George W, “..” Carver.
STEVE WALKED TO THE LIGHT A CATCHER IN THE RYE
A note said, “Dear Jobbles, Why,”
te different!

“not? Your good buddy says tune in,” Robot Chick on Comedy Central, “turn on, drop off at Pentagon.” -Timothy Leary
COMING SOON FROM FOURTH DIMENSION FILMS OR DISNEY OR POSSIBLY DC STUDIOS STEVE IS NEXT TO ME SAYS PIXAR BUT WALTON STARKILLER SAYS “No, I want some peanuts.” 201x x=Random luck variable chance, “LSA, what does that mean?” possibly extraterrestrial presumed <3FRIENDLY!<3v "…stop doing that, Mrs. Obama Ma'am."

“The 40mm grenade is a military grenade caliber for grenade launchers in service with many armed forces. There are three main types in service: the 40×46mm, which is a low-velocity round used in hand-held grenade launchers; 40x59mm HEDP(spec) or High-Explosive Duel Purpose ‘Davy Crocket,’ platform and the high-velocity 40×53mm, used in mounted and crew-served weapons. The cartridges are not interchangeable. Both 40mm cartridges use what the US Army during the Vietnam War called the High-Low Propulsion System. Davy Crockett class grenades never saw active service, serving as a “starting point,” for Combat Engineers, Naval Intelligence Sea BEEs and Special Activities Division “Q’s branch,” classified armorers working with artificial intelligence w/high and/or nuclear explosives. An extension of the failed “STAR WARS DEFENSE SYSTEM,” the Heinlein inspired “Novabomb” project established protocol following NASA’s announcement on July 20th, 1969. Citing still classified sources and methods, the brief asserted rising green house gases would, in time, prove without a doubt sentient life existed on earth. It was read only by JFK and published only once in the presidential daily intelligence brief.”

*MARK-MK 9teen, is the physical projection of a large green, floating alien who was exiled to Earth from her home planet Zetox as punishment for having invented a doomsday machine, a weapon of immense destructive power. Her invention was a button which if pressed would destroy the universe in an explosive “ZAM,” though he insists he made it on a whim (“I wanted to be the first on my block to have one!”) with no intent of using it. Lady Forty-Forty was discovered by two flash aliens drinking ether when her flying saucer crashed. Birthed by Imagineers, project “GAZOO,” Recognizes bobby b and wheezy f’s world as prehistoric Earth, implying Zetox banished her through time as well as space and trusting Ryan Reynolds with powers. Nothing much, but he does have a pet LSA in the Bay Area. He had a similar creature in the Manhattan area until DEVGRU killed it and hollywood made a movie about it. With all Large Scale Aggressors alien nature is presumed and ROE says,” like Iraq spec ops, “Deadly force not authorized until it admits to being an alien cmmits tax fraud and lays eggs on your chest, no warning shots are fired in this unit,” Seal Team Two we heart u, “or shots of any other kind.” ; “…but you forgot the eggs! Signed OP-06d aka LCpl Romanov, “NBNW92d” RED CELL (fur seals b2-zero) DELTA, commanding
“Recon has your back, DEVGRU!”

“I love you Barack,” she totally did, “I just don’t trust a flash an- who is that?”