School locker room spy

r/womenidentity is "A place to discuss women's rights and issues." Expect: "Healthy, rational, fact-based community for true liberals who support free thought." ... Crosspost from r/WomenIdentity: Worldwide Crimes Perpetrated by TIMs. ... View the crosspost thread here: https: ... Burundi and the Democratic Republic of Congo are issuing calls for damages rendered during European imperialist occupation joining efforts already underway across the continent and the Diaspora *** During late August, the Central African state of Burundi appealed to the Belgian and German governments to pay reparations for the crimes committed during their colonial occupation […] Crosspost from r/WomenIdentity: Worldwide Crimes Perpetrated by TIMs. Trans Rights. Close • Posted by 1 hour ago. Crosspost from r/WomenIdentity: Worldwide Crimes Perpetrated by TIMs. Trans Rights. This original list was created by u/BouncyBoob. View the crosspost thread here: https: ... Perpetrators of Sexual Violence Often Have Criminal Histories. Perpetrators of rape are often serial criminals. Out of every 1,000 suspected rape perpetrators referred to prosecutors: 7 370 have at least one prior felony conviction, including 100 who have 5 or more In 2019, the number of male and female violent crime victims was about even, with about 1,579,530 male victims and 1,479,540 female victims. Image. Prof. Tim Anderson. First published by GR on March 8, 2016. On International Women’s Day – The Syrian Arab Republic – the only genuinely pluralist nation in the region – was the first country in the Middle East and North African region (MENA) to give women the vote (1949, 1953) and the second after Lebanon to allow women to stand for election (1953). Connecting true geography and detailed unfolding of wide variety of crimes perpetrated by German/Ukrainian Nazis and jewish bolsheviks of Soviet Union on the Polish nation. R. Moorhouse: Battle of Warsaw – the war that saved Europe from Communism While hate crime is not recognised as a separate crime category in current South African legislation, media reports on incidents of prejudice-motivated hate speech and victimisation have also ... By Stephen Lendman. Global Research, March 16, 2020 Hopefully delay isn’t an escape hatch for Netanyahu to avoid long overdue justice. Notably, charges of bribery, fraud and breach of trust he faces don’t remotely rise to the level of his crimes of war, against humanity, and slow motion genocide committed against the Palestinian people. During times of war and armed conflict, rape and sexual violence perpetrated upon women are systematically used as a tactic of war by militaries and enemy groups to further their political objectives. Cultural Factors and Domestic Violence. In many parts of the world, violence against women and girls is based upon cultural and historical practices.

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"usa,,,,KC Resident Sentenced to 20 Years for Child Pornography,https://www.justice.gov/usao-wdmo/pkc-resident-sentenced-20-years-child-pornography,
"usa,,,,Female Prisoner Says She Was Raped by Transgender Inmate,https://news.wttw.com/2020/02/19/lawsuit-female-prisoner-says-she-was-raped-transgender-inmate,https://www.illinoistimes.com/springfield/transgender-inmate-accused-of-rape
"usa,,,,felon no longer deemed threat because of gender change,https://amp.desmoinesregister.com/amp/4479275002,
"uk,,,,Karen White: how 'manipulative' transgender inmate attacked again,https://www.theguardian.com/society/2018/oct/11/karen-white-how-manipulative-and-controlling-offender-attacked-again-transgender-prison,
"uk,,,,"Female prison officers have been raped by inmates who self-identify as trans women, ex-Tory minister Rory Stewart claims",https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8211325/Female-prison-officers-raped-inmates-self-identify-trans-women-claim.html,
"usa,,,,"In North Carolina, person who identifies as transgender woman found guilty of raping child",https://cambridge.wickedlocal.com/zz/news/20190513/in-north-carolina-person-who-identifies-as-transgender-woman-found-guilty-of-raping-child,
"usa,,,,Transgender man accused of sexually assaulting woman,https://www.eastidahonews.com/2019/05/transgender-man-accused-of-sexually-assaulting-woman/,
"uk,,,,Police accused of political correctness after issuing an appeal for a sex attacker WITHOUT mentioning suspect was a man wearing womens clothes,https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8443647/Police-issue-appeal-sex-attacker-without-mentioning-suspect-man-wearing-womans-clothes.html,
"uk,,,toilet,"Transgender woman, 18, sexually assaulted girl, 10, in Morrisons toilet",https://metro.co.uk/2019/03/16/transgender-woman-18-sexually-assaulted-girl-10-morrisons-toilet-8914577/?ito=article.amp.share.top.email,
"usa,,,toilet,Target urged to end transgender bathroom policy after 2nd man caught recording women undressing,https://abc7ny.com/news/man-seen-reaching-under-stall-with-phone-in-nj-target-dressing-room/1508431/,
"usa,,,toilet,Bedford Police Arrest Man Wanted for Allegedly Recording Juvenile Girls in Store,https://bedfordnhpd.org/2016/06/24/bedford-police-arrest-man-wanted-allegedly-recording-juvenile-girls-store/,
"usa,,,toilet,Security Guard Arrested For Removing Man From Women’s Bathroom,https://dailycaller.com/2016/05/19/security-guard-arrested-for-removing-man-from-womens-bathroom/,
"usa,,,toilet,Shopper Upset Man Allowed To Use Women’s Dressing Room In Ross,https://dfw.cbslocal.com/2016/05/17/shopper-upset-man-allowed-to-use-womens-dressing-room-in-ross/,
"usa,,,toilet,Female office worker encounters man urinating in ladies' room and exposing se,https://www.massresistance.org/docs/gen3/16a/bills-in-MA-legislature/tpc/transgender-bill/attleboro-restroom.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Man caught undressing in front of girls at Green Lake locker room,https://mynorthwest.com/188993/man-caught-undressing-in-front-of-girls-at-green-lake-locker-room/,
"usa,,,toilet,"Man Dressed as Woman Arrested for Spying Into Mall Bathroom Stall, Police Say",https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/man-dressed-as-woman-arrested-for-spying-into-mall-bathroom-stall-police-say/1979766/,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-Dressing Man Secretly Taped Women at Macy’s,https://ktla.com/news/da-cross-dressing-man-secretly-videotaped-women-in-macys-bathroom/#ixzz2TKsMicgJ,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-dressing sex predator sentenced for Clackamas aquatic park crimes,https://www.oregonlive.com/oregon-city/2011/10/cross-dressing_sex_predator_se.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Police: Calif. locker room suspect used disguise,https://abc7news.com/archive/7739509/,
"usa,,,toilet,Police: Man Undresses In Front Of Children In Walmart Restroom,https://www.wsbtv.com/news/police-man-undresses-in-front-of-children-in-walma/241705565/,
"usa,,,toilet,"San Jose sex offender wearing fake breasts, wig arrested for loitering in womens’ restroom",https://www.mercurynews.com/2009/01/26/san-jose-sex-offender-wearing-fake-breasts-wig-arrested-for-loitering-in-womens-restroom/,
"canada,,,shelter,Sexual predator jailed after claiming to be ‘transgender’ to assault women in shelter,https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/sexual-predator-jailed-after-claiming-to-be-transgender-in-order-to-assault,
"canada,,,toilet,University of Toronto Dumps Transgender Bathrooms After Peeping Incidents,https://www.dailywire.com/news/university-toronto-dumps-transgender-bathrooms-pardes-seleh,
"usa,trans man,,,Colorado transgender teen pleads guilty to murder in school revenge case,https://www.reuters.com/article/us-colorado-shooting-plea/colorado-transgender-teen-pleads-guilty-to-murder-in-school-revenge-case-idUSKBN2012QO,
"usa,,nonviolent,,"Capital One hacking suspect, a transgender Seattle woman, is denied request to be moved from men’s prison",https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/capital-one-hacking-suspect-a-transgender-seattle-woman-is-denied-request-to-be-moved-from-mens-prison/,
"canada,,,,Transgender activist under criminal investigation after video showing Jessica Yaniv allegedly punching reporter hits social media,https://www.theblaze.com/news/report-transgender-activist-under-criminal-investigation,
"usa,,,,Convicted Serial Pedophile Being Released After Becoming Transgender Woman,https://www.themix.net/2020/01/transgender-pedophile-transgender-woman-hormones/,https://www.dailywire.com/news/convicted-child-molester-let-out-of-prison-because-theyre-transgender-no-longer-a-threat-government-says
"Thailand,,,,Transgender woman charged with stabbing boyfriend to death,https://www.bangkokpost.com/thailand/general/1933080/transgender-arrested-for-boyfriends-murder,
"usa,,,,"Protester arrested, accused of starting fire in chaotic Friday night protest",https://www.kptv.com/protester-arrested-accused-of-starting-fire-in-chaotic-friday-night-protest/article_3b04cdbc-a784-11ea-a250-93fef29b6740.html,
"Australia,,,,Child molester released after gender change,https://www.couriermail.com.au/truecrimeaustralia/police-courts/sexchange-pedophile-jeffrey-terrence-anderson-released/news-story/215d9284b933a37dad9fad34cec5a6c9,
"canada,,,,Convicted child porn offender pleads guilty to new charges,https://edmontonjournal.com/news/local-news/convicted-child-porn-offender-pleads-guilty-to-new-charges,
"uk,,,,"Transgender woman, 26, who was jailed after dousing her ex-boyfriend in bleach then trying to set him on fire is spared prison over lashing out at police",https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7268259/Transgender-woman-26-doused-ex-boyfriend-bleach-tried-set-fire-spared-jail.html,
"nz,,,,Dimetrius Pairama murder trial: Accused apologises to victim's family,https://i.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/115844925/dimetrius-pairama-murder-trial-ashley-winter-told-police-the-victim-was-her-best-friend,
"uk,,,,Woman who 'bragged about being a paedophile' approached boys at Remembrance event,https://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/leah-harvey-caerphilly-sex-offender-18256962,
"canada,,,,HUNTER: Serial pedophile Madilyn Harks allegedly bolted while on weekend pass,https://torontosun.com/news/local-news/hunter-serial-pedophile-madilyn-harks-allegedly-bolted-while-on-weekend-pass,
"Australia,,,,Citizen arrest of rapist in robbery,https://www.pressreader.com/australia/sunshine-coast-daily/20200506/281612422568290,
"usa,,,,2 teens arrested for murder of mother in Banning Lewis Ranch,https://krdo.com/news/top-stories/2020/05/04/2-teens-arrested-for-murder-of-mother-in-banning-lewis-ranch/,
"usa,,nonviolent,,Person facing felony charges after police called to fight at apartment in Ludlow,https://www.wwlp.com/news/local-news/hampden-county/man-facing-felony-charges-after-police-called-to-fight-at-apartment-in-ludlow/,
"usa,,tra,,Ex-Ars Technica tech reporter Peter Bright convicted of soliciting minors for sex,https://nypost.com/2020/03/19/ex-conde-nast-tech-reporter-peter-bright-convicted-of-soliciting-minors-for-sex/,
"usa,,,,Dartmouth woman sentenced for sexual assault on home-care worker,https://www.thechronicleherald.ca/news/local/dartmouth-woman-sentenced-for-sexual-assault-on-home-care-worker-418323/,
"usa,,,,Man Arrested After Incident In Women's Dressing Room At Montgomery Mall,https://northpennnow.com/man-arrested-after-incident-in-womens-dressing-room-at-montgomery-mall-p1570-119.htm,
"usa,,,,"Ypsilanti man stabbed with samurai sword after failing to buy marijuana for partner, police report says",https://www.mlive.com/news/ann-arbo2020/02/ypsilanti-man-stabbed-with-samurai-sword-after-failing-to-buy-marijuana-for-partner-police-report-says.html,
"Australia,,,,"Man killed in unsolved homicide after $160 drug rip-off, inquest told",https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/man-killed-in-unsolved-homicide-after-160-drug-rip-off-inquest-told-20200224-p543q0.html,
"uk,,,,"Blackpool woman admits to having more than 80,000 indecent images of children",https://www.lancs.live/news/lancashire-news/blackpool-woman-admits-having-more-17788403,
"usa,,,,Pharr woman accused of indecency with a child,https://www.krgv.com/news/pharr-woman-accused-of-indecency-with-a-child/,
"usa,,,toilet,Transgender woman told to leave women's locker room,https://www.kiro7.com/news/transgender-woman-told-leave-womens-locker-room/246633184/,
"usa,,,,Christopher Ryan Dobbs was convicted of multiple counts of second degree rape and first degree sexual abuse,https://www.koin.com/news/oregon/transgender-sex-offender-demands-to-move-to-womens-prison-in-lawsuit/,
"usa,,,,Investigation into yacht murder of California couple,https://abcnews.go.com/US/receipt-target-stolen-car-mexico-unsolved-murder-investigation/story?id=68204176,
"uk,,,,Five-year restraining order placed on Dagenham woman who “soiled” friend’s knickers,https://www.barkinganddagenhampost.co.uk/news/crime-court/five-year-restraining-order-placed-on-dagenham-woman-who-soiled-friend-s-knickers-1-2259110,
"usa,,,,Kathrine Nicole Jett pleaded guilty to one count of attempted receipt of child pornography,https://news.bloomberglaw.com/us-law-week/transgender-inmates-name-change-request-improperly-considered,
"usa,,,,Convicted sex offender offers bizarre defense in kiddie porn case,https://nypost.com/2020/01/14/convicted-sex-offender-offers-bizarre-defense-in-kiddie-porn-case/,
"usa,trans man,,,"Transgender man accused in sex crimes, assault on transgender minor",https://www.sunherald.com/news/local/crime/article60310471.html,
"usa,,,,19-Year-Old Accused of Exploiting 2 Children Under 4,https://www.necn.com/news/national-international/19-year-old-accused-of-exploiting-2-children-under-4/250097/,
"Ireland,,,,Man (34) who sexually assaulted child in hospital bathroom is jailed,https://www.irishtimes.com/news/crime-and-law/courts/circuit-court/man-34-who-sexually-assaulted-child-in-hospital-bathroom-is-jailed-1.4068520?mode=amp,
"usa,,,,Convicted sex offender sues over sex change operation,https://journalstar.com/news/local/911/convicted-sex-offender-sues-over-sex-change-operation/article_1b2611b9-8761-53fb-8dc4-72ecbee68d72.html,
"usa,,,,"Convicted rapist re-hospitalized, possibly indefinitely",https://www.smdailyjournal.com/news/local/convicted-rapist-re-hospitalized-possibly-indefinitely/article_7c4e4081-fb1c-5d3f-bff9-76adbfab5ef8.html,
"usa,trans man,,,Transgender man placed on probation for sexual battery of woman,https://www.eastidahonews.com/2019/10/transgender-man-placed-on-probation-for-sexual-battery-of-woman/,
"canada,,,,cross dressing convict returns to Whitehorse,https://www.yukon-news.com/news/high-risk-cross-dressing-convict-returns-to-whitehorse/,
"usa,,,,"Man who portrayed himself as 'cross dresser' arrested for alleged role in sexual assault, state police say",https://www.pennlive.com/midstate/2014/05/cross_dresser_sexual_assault_h.html,
"usa,,,,"Wanted transvestite, sex offender turns self in",https://www.clickorlando.com/news/2012/04/23/deputies-wanted-transvestite-sex-offender-turns-self-in/,
"usa,,,,NYC rapist who exposed himself in Garden City sentenced,https://www.newsday.com/long-island/crime/sex-offender-sentenced-1.18588205,
"Australia,,,,Brutal rapist gets 9 years,https://m.themorningbulletin.com.au/news/judge-jails-man-for-nine-years-over-brutal-rape/291370/,
"usa,,,,Adrian man gets 7 years in federal child porn case,https://www.lenconnect.com/article/20140420/NEWS/140418764,
"uk,,,,Cross-dressing torture killer Colin Coats allowed out of jail to attend mum's funeral - but still won't reveal where he dumped victim's body,https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/savage-torture-killer-colin-coats-9288436,
"usa,,,,youens vs state,https://www.leagle.com/decision/19871597742sw2d85511472,
"usa,,,,Retired drag queen' pleads guilty to voluntary manslaughter in fatal stabbing,https://www.nwitimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/update-retired-drag-queen-pleads-guilty-to-voluntary-manslaughter-in/article_33813188-3208-5c47-b1cf-f7656a2394cf.html#1,
"uk,,,,Sex offender Richard Cullen throttled and battered a young mother to death,https://m.independent.ie/world-news/europe/satanist-murderer-of-woman-gets-life-26026722.html,
"uk,,,,cross-dressing paedo Kenneth Larking in Saughton prison,https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/news/4182728/peter-tobin-girlfriend-kenneth-larking-saughton-prison-jail/,
"uk,,,,CONVICTED sex offender who murdered a female friend,https://www.scotsman.com/news/evil-murderer-feared-being-exposed-cross-dresser-1718589,
"usa,,,,State vs Lane,https://caselaw.findlaw.com/ks-supreme-court/1468236.html,
"uk,,,,Strood sex change pervert won't be jailed,https://www.kentonline.co.uk/kent/news/strood-sex-change-pervert-wont--a79703/,
"uk,,,,Crossdresser paedophile jailed,https://www.theboltonnews.co.uk/news/4855144.cross-dressing-paedophile-jailed/,
"usa,,,,Man in a dress charged with indecent exposure,https://www.fredericknewspost.com/news/crime_and_justice/cops_and_crime/man-in-a-dress-charged-with-indecent-exposure-near-monocacy/article_2a9291e5-1df8-5c6c-9013-387ed2c70919.html,
"usa,,,,"Naked Peeper Nabbed In San Jose, And He's Apparently Done This Before",https://sfist.com/2019/03/08/naked-peeper-in-san-jose-nabbed-and-hes-apparently-done-this-before/,
"usa,,,,Convicted of slaying boyfriend,https://southphillyreview.com/2012/05/03/convicted-of-slaying-boyfriend/,
"usa,,,,Cops Arrest Wig and Denim Cutoff-Wearing Suspect In Miller Park Incidents,https://spdblotter.seattle.gov/2016/02/29/detectives-seek-leads-on-wig-and-denim-cutoff-wearing-suspect-in-miller-park/,
"usa,,,,Pensacola man facing home invasion and sexual offense charges,http://weartv.com/news/local/pensacola-man-facing-home-invasion-and-sexual-offense-charges,
"usa,,,toilet,Man accused of attacking girl in Oklahoma City convenience store restroom,https://oklahoman.com/article/3883587/man-accused-of-attacking-girl-in-oklahoma-city-convenience-store-restroom,
"usa,,,toilet,Arlington man trying on women’s underwear arrested for indecent exposure,https://www.insidenova.com/headlines/arlington-man-trying-on-women-s-underwear-arrested-for-indecent/article_d6c57afa-6d21-11e5-91e0-afa5d23d8b67.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-dressing man arrested for exposure at Walmart,https://www.ajc.com/news/local/cross-dressing-man-arrested-for-exposure-walmart/b0Ikm8U25R0oDFkN2LW66O/,
"uk,,,,Child rapist moves in with unsuspecting mum and boy – after becoming a woman,https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/child-rapist-changes-sex-before-17152814,
"usa,,,,Rapist wants Oklahoma Corrections Department to pay for female hormones,https://oklahoman.com/article/3755617/rapist-wants-oklahoma-corrections-department-to-pay-for-female-hormones,
"usa,,,,Man sentenced to life without parole for raping children,https://www.mariettatimes.com/news/local-news/2019/04/man-sentenced-to-life-without-parole-for-raping-children/,
"usa,,,,Former babysitter convicted in Harrisburg child-sex case,https://www.pennlive.com/midstate/2014/04/transsexual_convicted_in_harri.html,
"usa,,,,Transgender sex offenders pose dilemma in state civil confinement,https://www.timesunion.com/news/article/Transgendered-sex-offenders-pose-dilemma-12360403.php,
"usa,,,,Man rapist wants to transition in prison ,https://law.justia.com/cases/massachusetts/supreme-court/volumes/392/392mass28.html,"
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2020.09.20 14:27 rum_4869 My Theory on Rum Arc

Rum is first mentioned in ch 898. Where Akai shuuichi recieves a msg from Kir.
It was just the three letters 'RUM' in uppercase. Kir messaged akai not jodie. Akai deduced that it is urgent and she had no time to contact Jodie.

Kir's msg.
The upper case letters suggest threatening nature of the situation and directly msging akai suggests that Akai is directly involved.
Akai says that he heard the Rum's name 2 or 3 times when he was in BO. Imo that's lower than expected from no.2 of the org. (suggesting that rum was inactive when akai was in BO)
Moving on, Haibara's memories of rum when she was in BO

https://preview.redd.it/2bhi11b8zao51.png?width=693&format=png&auto=webp&s=7987619d9524484d1a9acff14fbb4b9b78b529f0

Looking at the first image, It's quite contradicting that haibara can't remember an important detail about an important member of BO, while she remembers gin's car. (Another hint suggesting that rum was inactive when haibara was in BO).
The second image, the multiple body descriptions suggest that rum is good at disguise. Another possibility which is mentioned is rum's body doubles, which i think is less likely bc rum messed up in 17 years ago case where koji and amanda were killed, if rum had body doubles then rum could have easily put blame on one of them and sacrificed them to police thereby closing the case.
Finally haibara remembers that one detail.
https://preview.redd.it/xtjpc7ru4ao51.jpg?width=629&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=defa0271d541183b4034eb6e2f8715d78f1aeb61
The source of information is not reliable, therefore it can be wrong or incomplete.
The ch where rum is mentioned first also had a small trick by Agasa. That's when akai comments:
Foreshadowing that rum's descriptions are tricks.
Now take a look at the following, it is a very old case, where there are multiple descriptions of the culprit.

https://preview.redd.it/87hjc0vb6ao51.jpg?width=1114&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9ab9a77a369c5d0d112c611510087d690d545ca2
In the end we realize that all the descriptions belong to one person only.
https://preview.redd.it/1no1tc250bo51.png?width=1162&format=png&auto=webp&s=79765c8b2ad1c0a29aeeffad3d6a13082ff1d45a
And in the case where detective boys give different description for the culprit also suggest that it is very easy to mistake the descriptions. (ch 939 - ch 941)
Rum having a prosthetic eye seems absurd because prosthetic eye is a delicate thing and requires maintenance, which would make rum dependent on a doctor and it would be dangerous to go out in situations where physical fights are probable, which is a common situation for BO. (Gun fights etc)
If rum has lost one eye, it is wiser to have a stichted eye(like kansuke, or he can have a pirate's eyepatch too ;)

Prosthetic eye is a red herring
There's one possibility that rum suffers from this disease and ppl mistake it for artificial eye.
The 17 year old crime scene.

https://preview.redd.it/qldjtkwobao51.png?width=1223&format=png&auto=webp&s=7a7f576b8bf0883018e70616ef95219e3b01956f
The main points from the case includes

This is really important bc it sort of explains why FBI and CIA are concerned with BO. Amanda was a millionaire and her death would have been investigated by FBI and CIA and they have somehow linked it to BO.
This contradicts the MO of the Black Org., there crimes are clean.
This has no basis but I think Amanda was related to Karasuma (wife maybe)
Why I think Wakasa Rumi is not Rum.
This is based on Wakasa's memories.

Wakasa's Memories
Wakasa's memories suggest that she knew koji before he was killed. She also had the hunch that he will be killed.
Her right eye hurts when she remembers the incident. This is common with post traumatic stress and she might have lost her eye while fighting rum (Explained later in this post)
She has a fake eye bc it will be better than a patch for an elementary school teacher. Since children might get scared of scars on eyes and she would look dangerous.
. This also suggests that Wakasa Rumi is not Asaka,
because asaka should be present while kouji was killed but wakasa's memories have blood around kouji's mouth.

Blood pool around Kouji's mouth
This suggest that she came there when kouji had been dead for some time.
Also wakasa's hatred for charms.
https://preview.redd.it/ki39ubofiao51.jpg?width=425&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=820f3863925463bb6f4d18d12321a84f3e490498
She also threw ayumi's charm away. This strongly suggest that she hates lucky charms because kouji said he won't die bc he had his charm and went into danger recklessly.
Why I think Wakita Kanenori is not RUM
This is based on the message 'Time is Money.'
I think it is unwise to reveal his disguise to bourbon. He only wants information on kudo shinichi from him, which he can get on mail or if he wants physical copies he can ask for it without revealing his cover.
First possibility
Rum is telling bourbon that wakita is a Person of Interest. (someone investigating them or a threat to them) But if it was this case, then rum should have stated the it clearly instead of making it a code. There's a possibility that rum considered that wakita might be keeping a watch on bourbon and is tapping his phone etc.
2nd possibility,
Rum is threatening bourbon. Wakita is another BO member who is independent of bourbon but under the direct command of rum. Rum is threatening bourbon that he's has wakita to keep a watch on him.
I belive its the 2nd possibility which is true. (Explained later.)
https://preview.redd.it/20d3ctx5kao51.jpg?width=731&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1f31c71a62e1f0ce36544af86ad884ed0e6aa27b
Or he's telling bourbon to collaborate with wakita to get info on kudo shinichi. One more possibility that is less likely. Rum is testing bourbon like Mary tested Conan. (sister from another domain) It's less likely bc there's no reason for rum to test him. Bourbon has already proved himself and earned a codename.
Wakita's Identity
Wakita's curiosity for solving mysteries and his posture in the following image led me to believe that he is Tsutomu Akai.
Wakita's pose
This pose looks very disciplined just like FBI officials but we know he is not from FBI bc akai says
Akai saying his father was not from FBI
I think He is from SIS ( MI6) or other intelligence agency from UK. Althought the pose looks like more of a military person.
Tsutomu and Wakita similarity for solving mysteries
I believe Wakita is Tsutomu and also be a BO agent under rum.
Why I think Kuroda Hyoue is RUM
By process of elimination we can say kuroda is RUM but I have a good reason to believe he is definitely RUM.
Kuroda's memory of koji

No blood pool
In the above image we can see that kouji has no blood pool around his mouth we suggests that kuroda was present there when kouji had just died.
We all know Rumi took the shogi piece from Kouji's dead body, which had a blood pool and it was not possible if police had already been there.
therefore kuroda's memory of kouji makes no sense if he didn't kill him.
Therefore Kuroda killed kouji.
The Theory
Kuroda is RUM.
He was disguised as Asaka, he wanted to eliminate kouji bc amanda and kouji had info on BO and possibly on karasuma.
He put the aptx in the food that amanda and kouji were eating, (It was easy for him because he was asaka)
Kouji relalised it, Kuroda had to resort to violence and in the struggle kouji stabbed kuroda's eye.
In this confusion, amanda fled back to her room, maybe to call for help.
Kuroda chased her with his eye still hurting, he killed amanda. (How she was killed is unkown.)
Meanwhile wakasa rumi approached the scene bc kouji hadn't returned or called her to tell her everything is ok.
She finds him dead, takes a good look of the crime scene.
filled with anger she attacked him almost killing him, kuroda gave her a serious eye injury.
in all this chaos a lot of noise was made and the neighbors heard it.
Someone arrived at the scene, she takes bishop piece from kouji (as a memento) and fled.
Kuroda is unconscious, he is found as a victim. Note that he is from police. When He explains that he was on a stake out.
7 years later
kuroda has the eye disease (mentioned above) that makes everyone believe that he has a fake eye.
Wakasa Rumi sets BO's lab on fire. This was done to attract everyone's attraction to it, which gave her time to take the data from BO's computers. She learned about karasuma from kouji's dying message. (I think the dying message works 2 ways, it means karasuma and also asaka rum, With kouji trying to tell rumi that asaka is rum)

A dialogue that suggest rumi set fire
Wakasa Rumi wants to destroy BO. She is searching for rum too.
Kuroda was caught in this fire which spread across their hq and burned his face, He went to coma. He was kept in police hospital.

He was in coma for 10 years.
The reason his hair changed color is easy, because he dyed his hair. (I think, he dyed his hair to look young.(The strong man description from haibara.))
so, why doesn't he eliminate wakasa?because his memories are gone. He doesn't remember wakasa's face. remember he was injured in his eye too, his vision might be blurry at that time due to shock from injury.
Kuroda starts again with searching for the person who attacked him when he killed kouji (Both of them don't know each other)
He looks at the list of aptx which has kudo shinichi's name. Observing that kudo shinichi being alive was redacted, he became suspicious of him and asked bourbon for info while threatening him by saying wakita's name as a code. (He has suspicion on bourbon too.)
(Meanwhile wakita who is tsutomu thinks that bourbon is loyal to BO and says that line about traitor.)
He thinks that akai shuuichi is alive and bourbon is betraying him by helping akai.

https://preview.redd.it/xnji6bfg6bo51.png?width=836&format=png&auto=webp&s=6858fa003a08e3a817ee2d4e4b44e2ea91ecd457
Kuroda hears from Takagi and Sato that koumei recieved something from Date's locker and koumei deduced that his brother(scotch) joined PSB . Kuroda has inlet from BO that scotch was NOC and he was killed by akai, so he figured that someone from there sent the package to Date, that someone is a traitor(Bourbon), so he asked him to inform him about the sender. He said he will when he gets to know about it(He says he isn't sure), to which kuroda says time is money out of habit. koumei thinks that he should keep it a secret bc bourbon might be a NOC. He also solved Time is money = wakita kanenori, that's why he says that in above image.
https://preview.redd.it/7769k16u7bo51.jpg?width=810&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=48429e63b0fe323a36599b6b670526f464fade19
In short: Kuroda is asaka and rum. Wakita is tsutomu and BO agent under rum. wakasa set the fire that killed haibara's parents.
edit 1: Forgot to mention Wakasa uploaded the case on internet. she wants lure out rum and wants ppls attention to the case. She also looked into mouri kogoro and deduced that conan is behind sleeping kogoro, thats why she is interested in conan, thinks that he can help her figure out the identity of rum.
edit2: Tsutomu is from MI6 confirmed, (somehow forgot this). I kept saying that rum was inactive for a long time, my intention was to relate it to kuroda's 10 year long coma. (He was inactive bc he was in coma)
edit3: My thoery didn't contain the info. Hotta Gaito discovered (asaka is woman), I am making a bold deduction now: Kuroda is intersex (Having anatomy that doesn't clearly define as male or female). That might also help him disguise as both women and men. and can also explain haibara's descriptions(feminine man, old, strong man). Also we have been getting some LGBT content lately ( Heiji almost kissing kaito, vermouth kissing mary)
also some thoughts about Rumi: her actions look likes that of an assassin.
some thought on Iori: His skills to hide himself well and some knowledge of chemistry. he could be a spy or ex-narcotic agent.
(Will make a detailed post about it later.)
P.S.: I might have missed some things. will appreciate constructive criticism.
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2020.09.14 05:46 bingley777 Locker spy room school

Let's keep it rolling? This is where Quinntana becomes the Unholy Trinity...
In the first sequence, Quinn and Santana are seen together without Brittany. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vv2BlCdbdXM 1:20) This time, it's Santana leading the pair of them, rather than Quinn, which is an interesting dynamic shift. For someone who, throughout the show, fights to maintain control in all her relationships - friendly, enemy, romantic - Quinn sure is fine with giving it over to Santana here. Perhaps this relationship isn't about control or image?
Quinn's seen a few scenes later, with the comparison to such a relationship: she's fighting with Finn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRA7ZYaIt3Q 0:45) She says she's worried about both their images, but then says that she won't give up on popularity so that he can express himself, so there's no affection, just control. There's also the implication that she would be willing to express herself if not for the 'bigger picture': a false image to fit in, and fit in so much they're the poster image kids, so she must really think she doesn't fit in and is overcompensating. This is then when she makes the offer to let Finn touch her breast, mentioned in the Pilot thread: she doesn't care about being touched by him when she can use it to control him, she doesn't care about being chaste at that level, so (seen in Pilot) she must just not actually like his touch and won't let him when it's not beneficial to her. This locker confrontation is also the scene where she points out that singing makes people think he's gay, and her by extension, too. If they were really so popular in the school, it would take more than one club meeting to bring down the quarterback and the head cheerleader, right, especially since she almost immediately joins said club without concern? So Quinn's very overprotective about not being seen as gay. And (mentioned in Pilot thread), it shines a light on why Quinn and Santana made attacks on Rachel singing: they go after their own insecurities. They like singing, but this can make kids think you're gay, and they are scared of that. Quinn then bites at eavesdropping Rachel, calling her "manhands" - a defense, we know, but this one is also Quinn implying she finds male hands unappealing. There's a subtle difference between being transphobic, playing into the then-common image of 'trans people are gross' (you go 2009!), and just applying male attributes to a girl to tear both down at once. And right after offering to let a boy touch her... It's also interesting that Quinn, a 15 year old from conservative Ohio, and a Christian at that, knows enough about gay culture to know the term beard? Either she's overheard her dad's homophobic rants a bit too much, or she does engage with gay culture. Or both, she'd at least have had to find out what bearding means.
The celibacy club appears! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CsIVlapEL8 1:30) Through Quinn's opening announcement, while everyone else is glaring across the room towards Rachel, Quinn keeps glancing at Santana. Rachel's first question is where the boys are: her reason for joining was to spend more time with Finn, and that's her main concern and what she thinks people are getting out of the club. A moment later, Finn says he only joined to spend time with Quinn, too, so that seems to be the idea. But Quinn runs it, and her concern is not spending time with boys. She should know, she convinced enough cheerleaders (totally promiscuous) to join. Is Quinn's interest being surrounded by cheerleaders...which JBI quickly says is some form of sweet torture. Puck then mentions how good Santana looks in her cheer skirt and from that line the image cuts to a nice juxtaposition: Quinn staring at Santana's ass in her cheer skirt. Then another line of Quinn's where she says what she thinks, but it's questionable at best, and so she follows it up with a mitigating statement: "God bless the perv that invented these..." sounds like she sees the appeal - she could have said 'man' instead of 'perv', right? Using perv suggests that she connects something about the skirts and their appeal with sin, despite just thanking God. Like the fact she finds them appealing, perhaps. The mitigating statement here is "remember the power motto, it's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing", which she's using as a 'I swear it's just for the skirts' ability to control boys'. This also is a line that is kind of adapted from abstinence culture, where they talk about not giving in to pleasure. Quinn's remixed it, to say that the girls should tease boys but not please them, skipping over the thought that girls might get some pleasure from it. She's also fully aware from her encounters with Finn and his arrival issue that teasing does please boys. Then the kids all come together for the balloon dance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkXiG2iMZjY 0:27). Santana, bless her, looks absolutely disgusted at Puck's approaches, and a few seconds later, Quinn has the same reaction to Finn popping their balloon - her face (more than her words) shows this, as it's a much more disgusted face than when she started the dance at that safe no-touching distance. When Rachel then says the whole thing's a joke, Quinn looks terrified. What was she expecting Rachel to say? Because it's not angry, it's scared; Rachel calling her attempts to keep out of touching distance of boys a joke could well be terrifying if celibacy is her excuse for doing that. Thankfully, Rachel is only calling the general idea of celibacy a joke, and Quinn can return to just angry. But then she looks genuinely confused when Rachel says girls want sex, too, almost like she's never felt that sexual attraction.
In the bleachers for the Push It performance, Quinn and Santana are sat next to each other, one over and a row behind Brittany (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CC1SWg16aog 2:20) and when Will's introducing the glee club and the camera cuts back to Sue, you can see Quinn's arm move over to Santana (2:38). After the performance starts, there's a close up of Quinn looking some combination of sad/horrified/confused that I call Good Acting (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5qemkvKRZ0 0:53) - why she's confused is the catch, because it's definitely a different expression to Sue's horrified. Surely Quinn expected Finn and Rachel to dance in the glee club, after how much she's told them both she's against it but it doesn't mean anything if they dance together, so it's the sex element. And that confuses her more than appalls her. Wasn't she saying earlier how sex appeal (when it's girls...) is a great tool? She's not morally outraged by sexual content. A few seconds later, as the camera swings back to Sue from Figgin's foot tapping, you can see Santana watching Brittany, who looks interested. First, Santana looking over a few people to watch Brittany is, like, how that ship started. But she's also looking over to see how Brittany, unlike Quinn (and Quinn as the example to follow), is interested in the sexual performance, and Santana looks confused, too. (of course this is about half a second of background content.) Then when the performance ends and all the kids start cheering, just before Emma jumps up in front of her, Quinn is just looking around. Confused. These two just... don't get the appeal - it was somehow explicit and bad, and the high school kids being excited at large is more a 'sex drive justified' thing. Quinn and Santana, possibly not having experienced sexual attraction that they understood yet, didn't get it.
And we have to bring up Finn kissing Rachel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tt76M--Vy6g) because, we've seen him make out with Quinn. He can get kissing from Quinn if he wants it, but he'd rather get it from Rachel. This comes right after he's made a long speech about knowing Rachel's attracted to him, to kind of creepy levels. He wants to kiss Rachel because he senses her attraction, something he doesn't get from his girlfriend.
Then the Unholy Trinity audition. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apMqn_jO8cU) - note how Santana scoffs when Quinn says "what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support him" (Finn). She knows the real reason is (right now) to stay close to Finn/get him out of the club rather than support, but she kept a poker face through the rest of Quinn's little speech, seems like she really finds that line unbelievable for more than the ruse, like her gaydar's already awesome. Then the dance. Santana watches Quinn a lot, it could be to keep up with the steps, but does she really need to watch for that? Then the pose at the end. Brittany and Santana do not need to be feeling up Quinn's arms that much. That's gay, ladies. And, specifically, at 0:56 in that video, you have Brittany using the same arm stroke move that Quinn did on Santana in "I Do" - did Quinn recognize it was more gay than not at the time, so stored and remembered and used it? Sue immediately calls the threesome in, and Quinn's back on the transphobic insults when trying to explain why she joined glee club. We get it, you don't want people to see you as gay. Then after getting them to spy, Quinn does the defense thing again and adds that she'll get Finn back - sure, she wants him for the image, but this might also be doubling down with her defense again, that final word in.
I was also eating through this one, so if sentences are half finished or parts are skipped that is my bad but it's longer so I'm letting it be :)
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2020.09.13 10:16 sj20442 'My job is watching a woman trapped in a room.' Parts 1,2 and 3 by u/Verastahl. Gripping and subversive in ways I can't describe without spoiling it.

Parts 1 and 2 Three | Four | Five
Three years ago I was looking at the local job classifieds online when one of the ads caught my eye, not because of what it said, but because it said so little. Best I remember, the ad just read “Job available. Good pay. No benefits. Discretion required.” It then listed an email address and that was all. At the time I was managing a music store, but I had already started hearing rumors we would be shutting down within the next year and the likelihood of a transfer to another store was slim. I had been morosely looking at job listings for the last few days, but this was the first one that stood out, if only because I was bored and it was weird.
So I sent an email.
Half an hour later I had a response, telling me to go to a particular office building in an upscale part of the city at a precise time for my “screening”. I went, and after waiting for a few minutes in the lobby, I was taken into an office where I was given a series of forms and questionnaires to fill out. They collected them and told me they would be in touch.
I had almost forgotten about the whole thing until a month later I got a call saying I had moved on to the second stage of the hiring process. I was again given an address and time, and when I arrived (this time it was a different nice office park twenty miles away from the first one), I was met by a man who introduced himself as Mr. Solomon. He escorted me into a large room that contained a chair and a desk. On the desk were two large monitors, a keyboard and mouse, and a bolted down metal box with two oversized buttons on it: One red and one green.
He told me this room was a model for the place I would be working if I took the job. He described the job as follows.
I would be working seven shifts of six hours every week. My job would be simple. I would arrive at work ten minutes early and enter an outer area that was like a locker room. I would have my own personal locker. I would store all belongings in the locker and change into the provided work clothes. I was never, under any circumstances, to carry any item of my own into the surveillance room. I was never, under any circumstances, to take any item with me from the surveillance room.
As for what I was to do in the surveillance room, I was told that the monitor on the left would constantly show a live stream from a high-definition camera in a remote location. My job was simply to watch the camera. Once an hour I would get onto the computer attached to the right monitor and enter a brief log describing anything interesting that occurred in the last hour. I would have no pens or pencils or paper, and I should never try to take any kind of written notes about the work.
As for the red and green buttons, the red button was only to be used if there was an emergency. This meant something on the video or in my workspace that required outside help. The green button was to be hit if I saw something on the video feed that was particularly noteworthy. It would tell other people somewhere that, at least in my opinion, something interesting was going on. Solomon stressed that while I was given discretion on when to use this button, I should err on the side of only using it if and when something “of real significance” occurred.
He pointed out the camera on the ceiling of the room we were in. He said the real room would be the same. My work would be observed, and other people were watching the room on the video feed as well. He said I was only a redundancy in case other systems failed. He then smirked and asked if I knew what he meant by redundancy.
I nodded, trying not to show my irritation. I don’t talk that good to people, so sometimes they think I’m dumb. That’s okay. Let him think that if he paid me good enough.
The pay was very good. Thirty-five dollars an hour.
This worried me. I was already thinking this was some kind of psych experiment or secret government job, which I was okay with. But that kind of money to sit and watch a screen? My mom always told me that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is, and this was seeming too good to be true.
I asked if I was going to be doing anything illegal. Solomon laughed and said no. I asked if anyone was going to get hurt. Again, he shook his head no. He said the reason they were paying so much was because they needed employees that were motivated to be professional and discrete. The work they were doing was important, and for various reasons it couldn’t be discussed. If I took the job, I would have to sign papers promising I would never discuss my work there or I could be sued or locked up. I’m only breaking that now because of everything that’s happened.
So I took the job, and because they wanted me to start right away, I had to quit the store with no notice. I felt bad about that, but I was excited about the new job too. It was a lot of money and seemed like easy enough work, if a bit boring. I was nervous that there was something more to it, but I told myself I would just have to see. No point in chickening out and wasting a good chance because I let my imagination go crazy. I was given the location of the job itself, and when I went there, I was amazed that it really was just like the model room I had been shown with only a few differences. There was a locker room you had to pass through to enter the surveillance room and there was a small bathroom attached to the real surveillance room also. The real room had a small water cooler in the corner, but because I wasn’t allowed to bring anything in with me, I had to eat before or after every shift. The biggest difference, of course, was that the monitors were turned on.
The right monitor was just a black and white terminal like you see in movies some times. I could type in my logs, but no internet to look at or anything like that. The left monitor…
It was video from a room. You would call it a bedroom I guess, because it had a bed in it, but it had lots of other stuff too. A T.V., a sofa and chairs, a couple of tables, and plenty of empty space in between. The camera must be high up in a corner, because I could see pretty much everything except for the far sides of furniture. At first though, I didn’t notice any of that stuff.
All I saw was her.
She looked to be a little older than me and was very pretty. When I first saw her, she was laying on her side on the sofa. That was the part of the room farthest from the camera, but the picture was very clear and I could tell that she was sleeping. I found myself leaning into the monitor more so I could see her better, and then I thought about what I was doing and felt embarrassed. It’s like I was spying on her. A Peeping Tom, my mom used to call it.
I didn’t want to be a Peeping Tom, but I didn’t want to be silly either. I needed to think about it slow.
It was a good job. And I wasn’t doing anything wrong, right? I wasn’t hurting anybody. The woman looked fine. And the room was nice. She probably agreed to be there and it’s all some experiment or something. I was just overreacting.
So I sat down in the chair and began my work.
It didn’t take long before I understood more. The woman, I took to calling her Rachel, wasn’t there of her free will. I never saw her hurt, but it was clear that she never left that room except to go into what I think is a bathroom area that my camera couldn’t see. Well, she never left the room on her own. Periodically, usually a couple of times a week during my shifts, men and women in strange-looking outfits would come in and take her from the room. Sometimes she would struggle, but usually she would just go along with her head hung low.
They would always bring her back, though the times when she wasn’t brought back during my shift were always the worst for me. I would worry about her until I got to work the next day and saw her in the room watching T.V. or painting. She never looked hurt or even that upset except for when they took her, and even when she fought, they were always gentle with her.
Still, I knew something was wrong. I considered quitting the job, or hitting the red button and getting someone to come so I could get some answers. Or calling the police and showing them what the camera was showing me.
Except I was scared. Scared of losing my job, and scared of what these people might do to me if I quit or told on them. Solomon had told me when I took the job that part of being discreet was not asking questions. I would never be asked to do more than I had already been told, but I could never tell anyone what I did or saw, and I could never ask questions about what I was doing or why.
So I made excuses. It was all an experiment. She was crazy or sick and they were trying to help her. She was doing a job just like I was. Or if she really was a prisoner somewhere, at least I was watching to make sure that she was okay. If they ever tried to hurt her, or I saw that she really didn’t want to be there for sure, I could get help then. In a way, I told myself, I was helping to protect her by watching.
I don’t expect you to think much of my excuses. I don’t think much of them myself, especially now. But in my defense, when things changed, I didn’t ignore it or try to explain it away. I knew something had to be done.
Rachel would usually paint for an hour or two every day, and it seemed to always be during my afternoon shifts. The room had no windows as far as I could tell, but I guess she either used a clock or her own body’s time to keep to a kind of schedule. I always liked to watch her paint—the thing she was painting was always facing the wrong way for me to see it, but I could see her face as she worked. She always looked peaceful and happy when she was painting, and seeing her that way, smiling serenely from time to time as she got something the way she wanted it, always made my day.
I first noticed something was wrong when she started painting more frequently a few weeks ago. Her expression was more focused and serious, and there was a tension to her movements that I wasn’t used to seeing. At first I thought she was just really trying to work hard on something, and I wanted to tell her not to worry. Every few weeks the others would come in and take the old paintings out anyway, bringing in a new stack of…I think the word is canvas.
But it was more than her being focused. Something was wrong. She didn’t look happy and she was going for hours at a time. In the span of three days, she had finished four paintings.
I had been growing more and more worried watching her work, and when she finished the fourth, I found myself telling her to just stop and rest awhile. I had grown accustomed to talking to the monitor, talking to her in my own way. But she didn’t stop. Instead she began moving the paintings. Arranging them on the back and seat of the long sofa at the far end of the room.
This was the first time I had gotten to see any of the paintings. Even when the others were taking them out, they always seemed to be turned away from the camera. I was still worried about her, but I was also happy to finally see something she had worked on. Happy and amazed.
They were beautiful. One was a beautiful green forest. Another was an old stone well. A third was a house sitting alone on a small island. The last was an old-fashioned looking movie theater. All of them looked like something out of a dream, with trailing lines of color mixing in the air around them like leaves caught in a wind. It was only when I looked close that I realized the lines of color weren’t random. They were words. Easy to miss if you weren’t looking close, and by themselves, they didn’t seem to mean much. Just the ghost of a word somewhere in each of the paintings, easy to lose in everything else that was being shown.
I leaned into the monitor and squinted, trying to read the words. Then my heart started thudding as I made them out. Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I looked again, reading them out loud in order—left to right, top pair then bottom.
“Please.”
“Help.”
“Me.”
“Thomas.”
I pushed back from the monitor, my hand over my mouth. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how any of this could be happening. It wasn’t just that she was asking for help, though that was a big part of it.
It was that my name is Thomas.
.
.
.
I thought about the camera above me and took my hand away from my face. I rolled back to the desk and sat there, trying to stop from shaking, trying to make myself take a breath. Think about it slow. The first thing was, should I hit a button?
The red button was for an emergency. If she was a prisoner or something, and she was trying to escape, they might think that was an emergency. But no one had been hurt that I knew of. And I think Mr. Solomon meant save that for something that was like a police or ambulance emergency, not something like this. But what about the green button?
This was definitely something “noteworthy”. Not only that she was asking for help, but that she was asking me for help.
I made myself stop for a moment. I couldn’t know for sure she was asking me. I had gone to school with several boys named Thomas. It was a common name. But the chances of her painting that name when I was working here? I didn’t want to be silly, but I wasn’t trying to be too…what’s that word. Mom used to say it when she read her angel books. Skeptics. I didn’t want to be a skeptic either. I had to believe it was probably meant for me. And that was something they would want to know.
But should I hit the green button? My hands were drifting toward the metal box on the desk, but I hesitated. I didn’t like breaking rules, and I was scared of what would happen if I broke these. If they really were holding her prisoner, then they were probably very bad people. But I didn’t know that. Maybe they were good and she was bad. But I just…
I looked back at the monitor for the first time since reading the words. Rachel was already moving the paintings back off the sofa, as though she knew the message had been received. A canvas in each hand, she glanced up at the camera as she moved across the room, and it felt like she was looking right at me. My chest tightened as my hands moved away from the buttons.
No. I didn’t think she was bad. I had watched her for years. I felt like I knew her, would know if she was bad. Strange as it seemed, in a way she was my friend. And I was going to try and help her.
I spent the rest of my shift trying to act normal and think of what to do. I knew whoever else was watching might have noticed the paintings or seen how I acted, but I couldn’t worry about that. I would try to play it cool and try to think how I could help her.
The only people I had actually met connected to this job were a couple of people when I filled out the papers and then Mr. Solomon when he showed me the model room and told me the job. I had no way of contacting any of them except through the buttons. My checks were deposited electronically and I had never run into anyone else who worked at the surveillance room.
That thought made me stop a second. I had always thought it was weird that I never ran into someone when I was coming or going—the person I was taking over for or the person who was taking over for me. I had always figured there must be other people, other surveillance rooms even, and they just scheduled us so we didn’t run into each other. And I still thought there were others.
Part of why I thought that was because it seemed like I wasn’t the only person who used my surveillance room. The water cooler, the toilet paper, the soap, they all seemed go down faster than I think I was using it by myself. If that was true, maybe I could figure out who they were, and maybe they would be safer to talk to than whoever it was that I worked for.
I got off work at eight that night, and instead of grabbing some food and going home, I drove my car around the block and then parked down the street from the building where I worked. Nothing had changed while I drove around for a minute—no new cars had parked or anything—and if I was right, they didn’t send anyone to replace me until they were sure I was gone anyhow.
So I sat and waited.
I was tired and the street was pretty empty and boring, but I was too excited and scared to fall sleep. Every time a car passed or someone walked down the sidewalk, I tensed. I kept imagining a SUV or van pulling up behind me. Men getting out and pulling me from my car, taking me somewhere like where they had Rachel to kill or torture me. Half a dozen times I almost cranked up and drove away, but every time I would think of her alone in that room. She had no one but me to help her, and I had to try.
Two hours later, a fat balding man parked and started heading for the building. As soon as I saw he was able to unlock the door and enter, I opened my car door to go talk to him. Then I stopped. I needed to be smart. I didn’t know where they were, but I was sure there were hidden cameras in the locker room and outside the building. If I go running in there and confront that guy, they’ll know for sure that I’m up to something.
Sighing with frustration, I shut the door back and waited until his shift was over. I considered tailing him like in the movies, but I was scared I would just lose him or he would call someone for help. So I waited until he was walking back to his car after a six hour shift, hopefully far enough away that the cameras wouldn’t see. And then I met the man I came to know as Charles Jefferies.
“Hey…Hey, man, can I talk to you for a minute?” His back was to me and he just waved his hand absently without looking up.
“Sorry, I don’t have any money. Have a good…” He froze as he glanced back at me while talking. “Oh God. No. No. You need to get out of here, kid. We aren’t allowed to talk.” I could tell he was scared, but I couldn’t risk letting him go yet, not after all this. I stepped up and pushed the door back shut as he was trying to get into his car.
“So you know who I am?” I tried to not sound mean, but I could hear how mad I was in my voice.
He yanked at the door again, but I was still holding it, and I was stronger than he was. After a second, weaker tug, he turned around, his face strained and tired-looking. “Yeah, I know who you are. You work here just like me. And I’m telling you, we aren’t supposed to be talking. We aren’t supposed to meet, ever.”
I frowned. “Mr. Solomon never told me that. He never said it was one of the rules.”
The man shook his head. “Mr. Solomon. Yeah. Well there are plenty of rules they don’t tell you. I bet they didn’t tell you what you were going to be watching before you started, did they?” When I just lowered my eyes, he went on. “Yeah, me either. I’ve been at this job for ten years. I’ve seen other people come and go, usually because they broke one those rules they never mentioned. The only reason I’m still here is because I keep my head down and my mouth shut.” He wagged a finger at me. “You should do the same, if it’s not already too late.”
I felt my stomach curling into a cold knot. “Too late?”
The man rubbed his face. “Kid, do you think they don’t know we’re talking? Do you think anything happens that they don’t know about?” He looked back toward the building, a look of sadness and fear in his eyes. “Hell, for all I know, you’ve already killed us both.” Shaking his head, he pushed me back and started opening the door. “Either way, I’m done risking it. You need to stop asking questions and just do your job. It’s a lot healthier.”
With that, he got into his car and shut the door. I didn’t try to stop him this time. Even though I had already been worried about what he was telling me, hearing it confirmed was paralyzing. What exactly was my plan? He probably didn’t know any more than I did, and even if he did, what could I do with anything he told me?
I walked back to my car with a heavy heart. I was still afraid, but more than that, I was sad and ashamed. I wanted to help Rachel, but I wasn’t sure how. I wasn’t giving up, but as I drove back to my apartment, I couldn’t think of what I should do next. This wasn’t a movie. I wasn’t a hero. And the only ideas I had left were to either go to the police, who might be controlled by whoever I worked for, or try to get proof of her being held prisoner myself.
As I parked my car and walked into my apartment building, I made a decision. Unless I thought of something better overnight, I would do both ideas. Tomorrow I would break the rule about carrying anything in. I’d use my phone to record a video of the surveillance room, of Rachel and how she was trapped somewhere, and of me telling everything else I knew. And I would email it to every newspaper, website, and internet channel I could think of. I’d then go to the police and give them a copy too if I could make it that long without getting caught. Maybe if I did all that, even if they got me, someone would help Rachel.
I was filled with worry and dread at the idea of being hurt or killed. A part of me kept saying I should just do as I was told and hope that it all went away. But I couldn’t live with myself if I did that. Even if I messed up, I felt like I had to try. I was so preoccupied that I didn’t hear the person coming up behind me as I unlocked my apartment door.
“Thomas?”
I turned around and felt my legs weaken as I stumbled back against my door. I had to be dreaming or crazy. I grabbed the door knob for support as I looked at the woman in front of me. It couldn’t be her, but somehow it was.
“Rachel?”
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2020.07.19 02:47 extriniti Spy locker room school

Extriniti WAR Training YouTube Playlist 😈🌹⚔️💪🍻
Extriniti WAR Training
Extriniti WAR Training Videos 😈🌹⚔️💪🍻 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXpQgiLb7R_8Dw44Uba2X1iHj71o9AG8U
So far 231 YouTube Videos that covers:
  • Top Special Forces
  • Top Military Gear
  • Top Military Vehicles, Aircraft, Ships & Subs etc
  • Military MMA & Close Quarter Battle (CQB)
  • Knife & Bayonet Fighting
  • Fundamentals of Shooting: Throwing Knives, Bows & Crossbows, Handguns, Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles
  • Explosives Training: Grenades, Mortars, Stingers, Javelin
  • Tactical Gear: Body Armor, Plate Carriers, Belts & Backpacks etc
  • Survival Basics, Camouflage & Movement; & Escape & Evasion
  • Combat Diving & Free Fall Training
  • Warrior Mentality, Warrior Code, Emotional Resiliency & Mental Toughness
  • Enhancing Situational Awareness
  • Interrogation & Resistance Techniques
  • Military Tactics & Strategy
  • Battlefield Medicine & Drugs
  • Psychological & Cyber Warfare
  • Surveillance, Psychic Spies, Remote Viewing, Declassified Secret Programs
  • Future of War: Drones, AI, Super Soldiers & Space Force etc
Please let me know if I am missing anything that should be on this SUPER SOLDIER Extriniti WAR Training list. I kept it as simple but comprehensive as possible. Let me know if I should be re-wording anything or adding. Thank you & enjoy. 😈💪🍻
I will be adding & removing from this list.
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MISC TIPS: Bayonet to conserve ammo 👍
Efficiency is Key to Maximize Kills Per Soldier 👍

μολὼν λαβέ
Pussies like to group up, so take them out with 1 grenade. Boom! 😈💪🍻
More tips coming, as I see fit... 👌
All is fair in love & war.
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Extriniti WAR Music:
Music to pump you up (Warning Explicit Lyrics).
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXpQgiLb7R_92BTpS4Oc60-dZC4ipYsZ5
Also, check out EXTRINITI "Straight Outta Hardcore" banned from YouTube: https://vimeo.com/242714682
Extriniti "Paint It Black" Metal Rock Cover (The Rolling Stones)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQWeewKcvUI
Extriniti "THUNDERSTRUCK" Cover (AC/DC) Battlefield Tank Battles Music Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzqyRIn3h98
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My fighting background that I will share with you all:
I have been training since Kindergarten Elementary School fighting off bullies -- even multiple at a time. During elementary school, I started learning archery, crossbows & shooting guns during summer camps & martial arts training in Taekwondo & Judo because of my father's insistence. LMFAO 🤣💪 I won all the shooting contests & real fights.
When I hit grade 8 Frosh Day, I fought off 2 Grade 12's attempting to stuff me in a locker & after that I earned respect. I only left them alone after one of their grade 8 brothers, a friend of mine, pleaded for me to leave them alone. Another dude tried to give me a sucker spin kick, that I easily dodged & then asked him what the fuck he was doing. He shook my hand & said he was impressed with my dodging. LMFAO. Nobody fucks with me & gets away with it. I played a lot of sports but my proudest moment in high school was being a Rugby Champion - 2nd Row. Also, I won all Paint Ball & AirSoft Wars single-highhandedly. I'm the dude that drove around town in high school blasting NWA, Geto Boys & other hardcore music. 😎💪
In college, I fought 4 guys with a bat at a 7-11. They started with the bat & I started the fight, while I was drunk. I thought there was only 1. LMFAO. They were all saved because the owner of a restaurant, they just finished eating in, came out & told ME to settle down. LMFAO. I asked my buddy, why he didn't join in to help me when I was outnumbered? He told me that I am a crazy mofo & he was afraid that I would hit him to if he got involved. LMFAO. As I worked as a waiter P/T, a crazy jealous cook tried to slice me in half with a large pizza slicer, which I dodged. He had a look of shock on his face, as the owner complimented me on my on my dodging ability & then proceeded to reprimand the cook. He's lucky the boss was there.
The last time someone tried to sucker punch me, was 3 years ago, by a Pro MMA fighter that tried to upper cut me, while we were walking & talking -- I blocked it & he had a look of shock on his face. He backed down. I'm glad because my arm was sore for days after. LMFAO. I am undefeated in full contact sparring tournaments & street fighting, so far. I have even continued to fight with a torn ankle ligament & dislocated shoulder. If you are worth my while & challenge me, I will not back down. I carry a bat & hockey stick in my car, legal because I play sports, but I don't really need them unless my life is threatened.
There's many more stories that weak minds & those of fainter hearts would consider outrageous. LFMAO.
Now, I pick my fights carefully & only fight when it will advance my goals. I am the Ultimate Bully Beater. Trained in TaeKwonDo & Judo. My father showed me how it was done, when I was a child, on the streets; anytime anyone insulted him. He often beat up my friends in high school visiting teaching them Judo in the living room & testing their fighting abilities. LMFAO 🤣💪
While instructing my now 10 year old son to be stronger & better in every way, I would consider myself much more loving & gentler teacher with my son -- discussing with him most topics & he understands everything that is said. More importantly, instilling the desire in him to succeed for himself for all the right reasons. I have also provided him with a lot more opportunities for potential career in pro sports & gaming. BUT many of my kid's friends parent's consider me an unfit single parent. It's easier being a single father than mother. My son's friends call me the "Muthafutha". LMFAO 🤣❤️💪
Seriously though, I am fighting now, so my son & his friends don't have too in the future. I would gladly sacrifice myself for him now; as any good parent would. I'm sure his grandfather would join in too. I can picture my father wanting to go out fighting in a WAR. Mom & Dad, stay home. I got this. LMFAO 🤣❤️💪
My blood is of Royal Lineage too. So was my son's Princess Bitch mom, so she fucked off to do her own thing & let me raise my son like a real man. She has some outrageous stories she can tell about herself too & has made outrageous threats against me too. Damn bitch called the Police on me multiples times. Jail was fun. They called me, "General Jimmy" or "General" for short. LMFAO 🤣💪. My Ex still stays in contact with my son & visits even though he doesn't need her because I keep him doing whatever he wants within my reason. My mother & my Ex mostly fought too. 2 Feisty Bitches. My mother is the only one that still messes with me still but I know it's out of love. 🤣❤️💪 I just walk away, drive away & avoid her when she tries to argue with me or tells me what to do. LMFAO. I think I get my aggressiveness & energy from her. Next time I see her, I'm going to test some 30% CBD oil one her, to see if she chills out more. With here approval of course. 🤣 LMFAO. Anyway, my father's side of the family originates from the Silla Empire which predates Jesus & became the 1st Duke of Korea. I am gifted by the Gods. My father would scold me for the most outrageous shit like losing a play fight with a commoner friend of his son, who was older than me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Then he would throw me into more martial arts classes, toss me around the living room or have me tapping out. LMFAO. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I have learned to ensure that, nobody insults my Honor & Valor and gets away with it. My life is like fiction being real. LMFAO 😈🤣💪
Damn, when I think about it, I had some fucked up father's friends kids as friends as a child. One older dude taught me how to ski my first day by telling me to parallel all the way down until I stop. I smoked a lady on the way down. LMFAO now but not then. 🤣🤣🤣 His N. Korean dad used to whip him for doing bad in school. 👌 My dad never whipped me. In fact, it was mostly my mom trying to beat me. She would ask him to beat me but he would usually sit me down & mentally assault me using all sorts of methods. LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. Anyway, not sure how my dad was friends with a N. Korean when he was S. Korean but my father was cool & had lots of different & strange friends of all races, colors & creeds. He definitely was feared & respected too. When he was a infant, he lived in Japan of all places & his older brothers are fluent in Japanese before returning back to Korea. I know they are hiding shit on me because things don't make sense. It actually sounded like they escaped Japan back to Korea. Anyway, I am the same way as my father personality wise. I make friends easily with anyone & can blend in easily anywhere. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. 👌
As you can imagine, with my little boy, my father taught him to fight since he could walk. LMFAO. 🤣🤣🤣 One time, he was watching my son at some indoor playground. When I returned, my father was intently looking into the Ball Pit. I walked over & looked down. My son was on top wrestling another little boy at age 2. I was like what the fuck are you doing dad letting them fight? I broke them apart fearing that my son hurt another little boy & my father would be negligent. Anyway, I think he was impressed with his grandson that day. LMFAO. 😈🤣💪 When my boy was 4, the day after watching the Super Bowl; at another indoor playground, a boy was running with a pillow & he ran & tackled him. Nobody taught him that in an indoor playground to other kids. I was impressed with my son that day & so was the other parent. LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 He definitely has potential to be stronger & better than I in every way. He already has some outrageous stories to his name too. Even some more than I at his age. I am so proud. 😎❤️💪
You are all lucky that Duels to the Death are not legal anymore; BUT I always fight to the death. I always fight fair when it's not WAR. I consider sucker punches & ganging up on people COWARDICE & Pussy Ways. More because I wouldn't be able to live with myself for being dishonorable when I uphold fair fighting. No Regrets. 😈🤣💪
PTSD & Big Regrets come from warriors committing dishonorable acts. They can't live with themselves. The only thing that concerns me right now is that there are so many women in the military & some countries even use underage soldiers. I could never kill them but only wound them on the battlefield due to my honor. 😢 Take out their shooting hand & let them retreat. 👌 I would rather die from the hands of a woman or child than kill them & then end up killing myself due to Big Regrets, Guilty Conscience, DISHONOR & PTSD. Death before dishonor. Nobody orders me to do stupid shit they can't do themselves. 😈💪
Add to the fact my IQ = 147 & all my enemies are fucked during WAR.
All is Fair in Love & War. Your Words don't Define You, only your Actions do. Respect is never Demanded, it is Earned. Prepare yourselves. 😈❤️💪
Extriniti "TaeKwonDo Kicks" Kukkiwon Demonstration (GoPro POV)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SDNnCl2JkU
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Blame my Curse on:
  1. Royal Bloodline (1st Duke of Korea)
  2. ASC Conjunct Uranus 1st House
  3. MC Conjunct Sun, Mars & Mercury 10th House
  4. INTJ "Mastermind" Personality
  5. IQ = 147
Let's just go with this to Instill more Fear in our Enemies:
The Book of Enoch & The Son of Man
When I talked to a Criminal Psychologist, while in Jail, we talked about my Holy War mission & Son of Man. His eye balls started shaking erratically. LMFAO 😈🤣💪
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUke_ZHKdOU
I will use Unconventional & Unpredictable: Tactics & Strategies, so they all assume that I am he, who be, who he be; & all be intimidated into peaceful surrender with minimal casualties. For I consider myself their Saviour. 😈💪
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways..."
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END GAME: The Next "GOLDEN AGE"
https://www.reddit.com/useextriniti/comments/8cptgb/the_next_golden_age
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Extriniti WW3 Financing Needed:
https://www.reddit.com/useextriniti/comments/htu5yf/ww3_financing_needed
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For Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness.
"If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter." - George Washington (1st President of the USA)
"When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty." - Thomas Jefferson (3rd President of the USA)
“The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws.” - Tacitus, The Annals of Imperial Rome
⚔️ De Oppresso Liber - Semper Fidelis ⚔️
Real Leaders create more Leaders, not more Followers. 💪🍻
Prepare yourselves. 😈💪🍻
I'll Kill them All
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👑 KING of KINGS HOME BASE 👑PENTHOUSE with:- Helicopter Pad + Bell 209 AH-1 Cobra- TALOS (Tactical Assault Light Operator Suit) Robotic Armored Exoskeleton- Wing Suit, Hang Gliding, Parachute Escape Hatch- Anti Air Gun Turrets & Missiles- Anti Tank Cannons & Missiles- Private Elevator to Underground Bunker + M-1A2C Abrams- Private Runway + F-15EX Fighter Jet- Other Multiple Escape Routes & Entry Points
If Space Force has a Space Fighter Jet, I want one of those too but the Ultimate would be an IRON MAN Suit. 🙏🍻
That would make me BATMAN, GI JOE, IRON MAN & Commander Shepard. LMFAO 😈💪❤️
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F-15EX Fighter Jet

Bell 209 AH-1 Cobra

M-1A2C Abrams Tank

TALOS (Tactical Assault Light Operator Suit) Robotic Armored Exoskeleton

LMFAO for now.

LMFAO for now.
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2020.07.09 21:28 stavros1877 School locker room spy

In case you may have prejudged The Courier I have made a step by step summary to help you decide whether it is worth a watch.
The Courier Plot: May contain spoilers.
Film opens up in black and white, a portent of a flashback, or flash forward? A car races towards a woman tied to a chair and cuts at the last minute.
Title “The Courier”. Image stolen from Eastenders. This film will definitely be about The Courier, I can feel it.
Exposition titles showing that a bad man is very bad, looks to be connected to “rings” and not the good kind.
Exposition shows the word “corruption” – I wonder if they are going to do what Smokin Aces did; be so ham fisted with the setup at the beginning of the film that the twist is telegraphed with the subtlety of a Tourettes orator on Sodium Penathol with a loudhailer.
Cut to New York. Classic beginning of a Badman in a church. A Gary Oldman Badman. We don’t yet know he is a Badman apart from the fact he has a leather peacoat and an eye patch.
He is definitely a Badman as his daughter is not allowed to cry. Cue FBI come to take him away, he gets standard Oldman operatic music that increases in volume. Nothing better than an Oldman Badman.
Key change! Now in London. London gets YouTube royalty free techno. This must be The Courier on the bike. The Foley artist and the DP must have not spoken to each other as it sounds like the Isle of Man TT but looks like driving Miss Daisy. She has a special helmet stolen from StreetHawk. A sign of things to come?
She is asked to hurry up with a ten-minute arrival call, so rips the throttle to 22 mph. The helmet may be broken as it fluctuates between 60-80mph per second but the bike doesn’t jolt!
Badman under house arrest. His apartment is massive which is why he has put a dressing gown on over his normal clothes. Takes the heating bill out on policeman who looks like a poor man’s Tom Sizemore.
Cut to courtroom, video link to undisclosed European location. Is the previous London snippet a maguffin? Let’s hope not.
Back in London Baby. Witness protection as standard with Chancellor of the Exchequer Rishi Sunak being protected for presumably bailing us out over the pandemic. Is this because the Badman doesn’t like his policies?
Not Sunak’s first rodeo. Who’s this new person he asks. Why its none other than Toff from Made in Chelsea. She gives a negative appraisal of Badman so must be our moral compass.
Aerial shot of police convoy. If the previous bike scene was anything to go by, they must be travelling at about Mach 1
12 mins in: Enter into a car park, what a boring location. Let’s hope they move on from here pretty soon. I’m not one for omens but trying to hit the Shepherds tone with this music is getting me pretty stressed.
The safehouse sounds impregnable, it has six inches of material, namely in a wall. Sunak lights up a cigarette, which explains why he’s not the health minister. Toff calms his nerves by talking about his would be assassin, Badman.
Cut to New York. Sizemore wants to turn off the Aria ahead of time. I don’t think so!
Even though he is on high alert house arrest, he can go and speak about BadThings privately.
Badman calls poor Man’s Jamie Bell. He is so scared of Badman when he speaks on the phone he uses it to salute. The English actor nails the American accent by pronouncing route “Rowt”. Badman orders Badthing to happen.
Sunak’s due on the video link. Rather than transporting the video link under the safety of all of the police with him at the same, they have Streethawk Deliveroo do it instead. Enter The Courier.
Several cuts back and forth really ramp up the tension, to the point of tedium. Toff looks at her watch a few times. Toff is a bit of a maverick. The enormity weighs on Sunak, so he goes for an obligatory toilet break just before BadThing.
Oh no Toff’s gone rogue! Sunak is a good judge of character, he knew. Cyanide in the package. The Courier has been setup. OMG!
The Courier’s got game. I’ll have that gasmask thank you very much. And that gun. She looks to be a good guy but no manners! Why speak to Sunak from the other side of the door when you can roundhouse the shit out of it, that’s less threatening.
The Courier rescues Sunak to his initial dismay. She must really want to help him by going to all this trouble rather than just leaving him to fend for himself.
Why should I trust you! He cries. He realises why when Toff tries to shoot at his frowning face. Toff with a gun reminds him that the elite class are untrustworthy, unaware of the irony.
Always shoot the body. The Courier had a bullet proof vest on, as it is London.
What are you? Proclaims Sunak. “JUST A COURIER” says Steven Chef Segal embodiment The Courier.
Courier imparts more sage advice in lift descent, she must really want to keep him safe rather than just leaving him to fend for himself.
Nope. Lift patter is over, she skanks him.
Toff calls poor man’s Bell, he still has the phone glued to his temple, poor guy. He is so angry he stares at the phone thinking she lives inside it but can’t move it away from his head due to the glue, so gives savage level side eye to it instead. Nothing conveys disappointment to someone on a phone call like eye movement.
Sunak wants a lift and looks over at a nearby bike replete with handily located helmet. The entrance opens to an awaiting car. You know they are baddies as it is a Range Rover. Jamie Bell looks pissed off. The phone must have ripped off some of his sideburn. His baddie gun is inaccurate however and they speed off up the car park. They can’t escape surely?
A battalion of Seven heavily armed men enter, this doesn’t look good. They obviously didn’t feel the need to wait to get their guns out until after they vacated the street, what with London being one of the most CCTV covered cities on the planet. Bell’s gun has a suppressor on it for discretion, what with the others having assault rifles.
Drawn back into the car park, the Courier reminisces about Mission Impossible:2 by using the front brake to show off with a front wheelie.
Sunak blames The Courier for going in the opposite direction to the 8 armed men even though she didn’t know they were there until the roller shutters were lifted. The 13 year old screenwriter makes him struggle to get his helmet off for comic relief. Tonally it was perfect and came across really well. Well executed.
Bell shoots the security guard without remorse, presumably as a lesson that if you don’t hear tyre squeal and gunshots at work, you may not be hitting the minimum job requirement. He nails the American accent by calling the lift an elevator. We have you surrounded speech followed by a close up of special fingerprint gun. I wonder if that will pop up as a plot point later?
With about 30 cars in the carpark and nowhere to escape to, surely 8 armed men will be able to find them, by a methodical method of checking inside and under each car one by one.
All the exit doors are locked, which is normal for no public car park/public facility. Please remember the doors are locked, for in a bit.
Jamie Bell speaks to Delbert from the comic strip of the same name. He is flabbergasted and upset with the witness situation so he must be a genuine all American kinda guy. He says the proper men are coming much to Bell’s chagrin. He has an hour to clean up all his loose ends. Bell is a different level to the rest of us mortals as he duly sets a timer.
Cut back to Badman. He loves aria’s so much, their beauty, their poise, their grace. He is listening to a cheap version of the riff to spirit in the sky. He obviously is not allowed a phone, so his daughter has devised a deliciously executed way to bypass all of the advanced security around. She passes the phone to him over the table in plain sight. Not to be a man that takes risks, before he speaks he slightly looks over his shoulder for a second, but with his good eye. In case anyone is listening he uses the word “acquitted” to denote murdered. Only Alan Turing himself would be able to read between the lines.
The army make their way up the car park. They idly walk past the bike. Whatever you do don’t sabotage it lads, it’s not like it’s a potential getaway vehicle. They hear a noise, so they do what anyone searching for someone would do. They look underneath the car. It makes sense, in fact if I were them I would do that EVERY SINGLE TIME.
It was just a rat, haha, tension assuaged. OK they are not under the pickup truck; I can’t think of another obvious place on a pickup truck that would be large enough to hold two people so off the henchmen go.
You’ll never believe it! They were hiding in the back of the pickup truck! In the pickup bit of the pickup truck. It would never have crossed my mind, especially if this kind of military work was my bread and butter. Surprising really, as if you think about it you wouldn’t leave a car in a car park unlocked, so you definitely couldn’t hide inside a car that wasn’t yours.
“This way” says the Courier, so Sunak travels in the opposite direction. She decides at that point he is an idiot so hands him the bulletproof vest. “I’m not a child” he replies petulantly.
Case adjourned no video link witness. Courtroom goes to the pub.
Old policeman Sizemore tells young daughter they could have been an item in an off brand tonally stilted oddity of a statement, teeing up male writers perspective of what a strong female character talks like.
Eyes on! Porr man’s Jamie Bell has the whole place on CCTV, there is no hiding place, no stone unturned, no inch of the car park is off limits. He is in total control.
Henchman Poor man’s Paul Rudd looks knackered and scared. Scared because he is looking for two unarmed civilians. The Courier, who is just a courier sneaks up behind him and snaps his neck. Stick to Antman next time. One down, seven to go.
Sunak was hiding inside the van. In the footwell. How lucky, one of the cars were unlocked. He is still perplexed at this stage that she has the ability to kill, astounded that the perpetrator is dead and still totally ungrateful his life is continually being saved.
The Courier delights us with the film’s first real call back. “It’s a smart gun” she remarks. Sunak asks if it knows calculus, ramping home the comic relief and emphasising his role as the everyman in the film. I do hope we get more of this dialogue gold. She steals the earpiece, puts the ear piece into her ear, which is where ear pieces live. Upon witnessing this, Sunak does not piece two and two together and suggests incredulity towards The Courier as to why the earpiece went into her ear.
Cut to New York. Badman is drinking some scotch. Sizemore explains he is going to do one as the case is due to be thrown out. Exploratory digging by Badman suggests he knows people on the inside. You know, like in every other film with a powerful Badman.
Cut to Car Park 45 minutes into the film. Still in the car park, they still haven’t found them. They are hiding inside a car. Unsure if it was locked to begin with. Henchman doesn’t check underneath this time. Presumably because ennui is setting in. Sunak’s head is visible above the doorline at window level, a henchman walks by in the distance but he doesn’t notice. Hot wire ensues. How long does it take to hotwire a car? About as long as it takes for some expositional plot development. The Badman did some Badness and the Witness did some witnessing of the Badness in question. In case we didn’t know it was a flashback, it is in black and white. Amazingly starting the engine has alerted the henchman, they couldn’t wait for him to leave the area, as they probably both need a wee. No car owners have felt the need to come and get their cars during this time. Henchman two is run over. Six left to go.
They are being shot at left right and centre which leads The courier to swear an allegiance to bikes with the statement “I hate Cars”, not withstanding the fact if she had been on a bike in the same situation she would have been swiss cheese. The car doors and windows are shut. She tells Sunak to jump on cue, but before she has chance to say anything else, their car with all doors and windows closed rams into a parked car. The standard non armoured car is peppered with around 500 bullets from six men, not including poor man’s Jamie Bell. I must not have counted the man driving the Range Rover at the beginning so I guess he may help to increase the baddie count if things go awry, like a super sub. Judging by the limited distance from the ramp to this level of the car park and the distance travelled and the proximity of all of the six men together( who until this time had previously been split up), there is no way they could have jumped out of a car with windows and doors shut. They must be dead, there is literally no way to dodge those bullets. There is no way they could have gotten out of that car. No Way, NO WAY.
I was wrong, they are hiding behind a car. Second call back of the night, smoker Sunak has a means of lighting accelerants at his disposal. She takes the lighter and cuts a fuel line and then gets the lighter and lights it and just before she is about to throw it Sunak still asks her what is she going to do? By now I think they could actually let him be a witness and Badman would still walk.
One henchman is burned but as literally only one or two seconds have passed they have more than enough time to attempt to quash the fire. They try to put it out with twenty five bullets. Six left to go. I hope it wasn’t the super sub.
Cut scene to a new Special baddie in his own location surrounded by 50 rifles. He gets the call. Jamie Bell wants his services. He locks and loads his assault rifle, so obviously he is coming in with rapid fire weaponry.
Jamie Bell feels guilty for being a manager not doing any real work, so pretends he has tried to look The Courier up on Facebook. Because of a negative result he informs them she must be a ghost (a spy film one rather than a horror film one), but only in the same way that nothing returned from my own Google search entitled “who was that man I went to school with”. He has a small pinkie ring like Gary Badman has, does this run deeper than we think?
Henchman sees a tarp on the back of a pickup, he’s obviously got something about him as he actually decides to check. Textbook film reveal, its only random items. Tension built and then assuaged.
Fight! They burst through a door where there is tattooed henchman. Great idea, why didn’t they all think just to block off all possible exits? They are done for now, unless the Courier is not exactly as she seems. She fights him off for several seconds until he tumbles down the stairs. Sunak is still missing the point and cannot fathom why she would throw the gun wielding henchman down the stairs. Give me strength. He regains his composure and they fight by a Vauxhall Corsa. Sunak does his best WWE dazed impression. He valiantly tries to steal the henchman’s eyes. This gives The Courier enough time to pull off a lovely double kick into back swivel gunshot combo. Swiped his gun. Five to go.
Jamie Bell nails the American accent with the term “service corridor”
Special baddie is en route. He looks familiar, who does he look like? He receives a text off Bell stating only the word ETA? Being a baddie, he misses a perfect opportunity for an ETA gag about Basque separatists. He must have missed his gearchange as he is going 20 mph but hit 4000 rpm
The Courier and Sunak go into a dead-end room. They put a metal locker in the way of the door. ONE WAY IN AND ONE WAY OUT. They are trapped. This is a perfect time for some back story. She is not JUST a Courier. Well, nice chat but it alerts the baddies. Here they come. NO WAY IN AND NO WAY OUT.
Now that the chat is over she has found a massive vent they can fit through. One of the big ones, you know like what they don’t have in England.
Henchman Beard calls it in. Bell is livid. So livid that he turns the screen on his smartwatch, hits the cancel button and it still counts down regardless. Embarrassment saved.
Seconds after another henchman walks by, they kick open the vent as loudly as is humanly possible. Cue fumbling extrication followed by impropriety-based hand to breast contact. More tonally flat attempts at light relief. Cut to the most beautiful carpark roof in the world. No one would ever expect them to try to escape by going to the roof. How did he know? Super baddie is a sniper of course, he was lying in wait the whole time. Luckily Sunak has a vest on. The Courier shoots a conveniently placed canister that emits smoke. Who is that guy?
Jamie Bell reports in, Badman is getting tetchy now as he has replaced the word “acquitted” with the word “executed!”. He’s unravelling alright, he thinks that a Bluetooth earpiece whilst walking past the guards will fool them into thinking he is talking to himself.
Sunak is in a bad way; he is guided down into another hidey hole. It is full of pipes. Over the radio Bell offers half a million dollars to The Courier to turn him in. The Courier doesn’t fall for the bait, as she is on a zero hours contract and knows better than to trust him. Incapacitated through injury, Sunak is told that they need to move but then told to stay put whilst she turns the power off. The emergency red lights come on, so it is a little bit darker than usual but in actual fact you can see almost as well as normal.
Henchman scally is down. Four to go.
Henchman blonde is startled by Henchman Statham, what with all the red in the room. Nearly shoots him. Aah camaraderie.
As he was told not to move earlier on, Sunak used the power of red light to teleport himself into the boot of a Volvo. Either he is a master locksmith, or this is a rare occasion that a car was left unlocked.
It is the battle of the hats. Courier gets her Streethawk on whilst Henchman Beard goes full Leyton Hewitt with a 180 of his baseball cap. Of these two hats, which do you think possesses night vision?
The sprinkler system is triggered, allowing The Courier to slice Henchman Beard into ribbons. He gets a shot off ruining her Daft Punk hat only for his demise with a farewell tap of his willy. Three to go.
Henchmen Statham and Blonde are pairing up, they are not stupid. They check their dear mate Henchman Beard is ok by kicking his cadaver. But it wasn’t their mate at all! Well played Courier. Bang. Henchman Statham down. Two to go.
Dressed like a Japanese tourist The Courier engages Henchman Blond in armed combat but unfortunately for him once the cap falls off she is unleashed. Bye bye. One to go.
Cuts to NYC. A moral lesson ensues with the age old story of millennial entitlement versus Boomer precautionary wisdom. Badman does his best Leon DEA by confiscating her champagne paired with loud parental scolding.
Poor man’s Bell still has his suppressor on, what a full kit wanker. The power comes on, presumably reactivated by the ghosts of one of the dead. Still no one has come to get any cars.
Super baddie hits Courier’s leg with a large calibre sniper rifle at around 20 metres. She’s alright though as she has a cloth. Who is it he looks like?
As she is now back on her bike he gets out his armed drone and puts on his Google glasses. That’s who he is, Chris Lowe from the Pet Shop Boys!
Delbert checks in with an ETA, Bell is close to tears. He takes it out on the walkie talkie and speaks as though there is more than one person left. Maybe he doesn’t know yet. He will soon.
She staves off the drone initially with a well-executed wheelspin. Chris Lowe is more than a match and the drone is still in pursuit. The drone sees her and shoots, it also sees her run behind a specific pickup but incongruously gets a bit scared to go too close so slows down almost like it doesn’t know where she is?
The Courier runs behind a pillar that has nothing by it. There is nothing anywhere near this pillar and is totally devoid of anything other than smooth wall. Literally empty. There is nothing there. NOTHING.
Oh, apart from a full length axe. Nice try drone. One to go.
Chris Lowe is now livid, probably stemming from the lack of acting work since that cameo in Neighbours. He chokes her out. She wakes up tied to a chair, but is not in black and white so you know it is the earlier portent but now in real time.
Tussaud’s quality Jamie Bell comes out now the hard work is done. When he heard that Gary Badman was in the film he decided to watch Leon: The Professional, so walks towards her munching prescription medicines. He rubs his temple but not the side that had superglue on it. He ruminates on why she was so angry, he goes for the stock Hollywood paternal issues line, totally disregarding the fact it might be because he tried to frame her and has been unilaterally attempting to kill her since the beginning of the film. He makes an awkward statement about her physical beauty which he repeats twice, suggesting he does not have much chat on a night out. Cut to close up of barely tied hands. I wonder whether she will manage to slip out of these shackles?
For the first and only time in the entire film do we see a cliché. He tries to get her to talk by pushing her gunshot wound with his gun. She says aaahh!
Pet Shop Boy’s character is given a more three-dimensional layer, when you see his car has the inconspicuous number plate H3D 5HOT, which shows his discretionary side.
As the drugs kick in, Jamie Bell decides to have a game of numberwang, totally confusing all involved used to the boundaries of a standard countdown. This is a ploy to extricate Sunak from a very near car no one thought to check. Sunak does the right thing and makes a timely appearance as furlough bursaries cloud his judgement. The car halts inches away from the chair. Based on the earlier road scenes as a gauge, he must have been pushing Mach 2.
Fortuitously as the binds loosen Bell also walks towards her, allowing her to armpit stab him with a screwdriver they couldn’t be arsed to take off her earlier on. The armpit stab is synonymous with loss of use of legs, so he falls to the floor. He grits through the pain, relieved that it was only a flat head.
Chris Lowe reloads and goes on the chase.
Bell doesn’t know where Sunak is but then spots a blood trail that leads to his exact location. Despite this he still checks elsewhere else as he walks. His eyes show he knows where he must be hiding, but then immediately after he decides to check everywhere else as he walks.
Nothing like an attaché case with a gun and two smoke grenades. Must have been a Christmas set.
Smoke bomb is thrown by The Courier. Jamie Bell ripoff shows his racist side by singing run rabbit run. Quite rightly this pushes Sunak to brandish his knife. Bell’s timer goes off, times up. Sure is as Sunak administers some retribution. Bell kicks back and Sunak is away.
The smoke from the bomb is so narrow that it doesn’t conceal much, despite this they struggle to hit each other. All bullets are now spent, so it is time for some unarmed combat. Chris Lowe smirks, why is she so knackered? Well have some hubris Lowe! She uses a rubber windscreen wiper to stab his neck from one side to the other. When she tries to get it back off him, unfortunately she rips the skin a bit and he dies. None to go.
Bell catches up with Sunak and sportingly shoots his bullet proof vest. Before he has time to act Courier gets him onto the front of the bike. She brakes at around Mach 3. I know this because when he left the bike, he was a good twenty feet away from the end wall and by the time he hit the wall he hadn’t fallen any lower to the ground than the beginning. A closeup shows his head is missing a piece, which may have been from the impact, or it might have been where the phone had been glued in the beginning.
Sunak is spent, he is doubled over. He cannot even support his own body weight, not even for a second.
He manages to support his own bodyweight enough for an entire bike journey to the hospital.
Gary Badman shows us his sharks’ eye, which may be an indicator that he was a just man after all.
Tellingly, The Courier leaves the hospital. Remember that, she leaves, she is not present at the hospital. Just remember that.
Delbert goes to break the news to Badman. You’re going down! Even though there has been extensive news coverage of the allegations, some of which the daughter has read on her own phone, she proclaims “what are you doing?” totally oblivious to the entire events that have led up to this arrest, including being under house arrest for the majority of the film.
Delbert looks pleased to have caught his man. He is obviously a good all American kinda guy.
Cut to hospital. Delbert stands over a bed ridden Sunak. Delbert’s being nosy. Delbert makes a phone call. He calls Badman! He calls him Sir! You what? So I have been duped all along. Well played 13 year old screenwriter, well played.
Even though an armed guard is in front of the door, Delbert tells him to move and he kindly obliges. Delbert then recklessly draws and cocks his gun in front of the hospital staff before he goes in. The glass sliding doors must be soundproof. He draws the curtain back, but where’s Sunak? Behind you, you mutha!
The Courier and Sunak both draw their guns on him in plain view of the entire corridor. No one seems arsed.
The End
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2020.06.19 11:52 Rocknocker OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – SHIP BREAKING AND BUSTING NUTS. Part 1.

That reminds me of a story.
Es and I are over in India again. Alang to be exact.
We’re over there at the request of Goodgulf Greyteeth, he of the CEO-ship of the largest breaking yard over there.
Es and I are staying at the Raj, of course, while my guys, bless ‘em, are going through the final stages of removing the last bits of that Scandinavian cruise ship from my penultimate story update.
They are doing a wonderful job, and are just about to put the finishing touches on this job; in record time and without a single casualty or lost time injury.
Seems I’ve trained the gang of 24 well. All that’s left is the ass-end of the big-ass boat, complete with the twin-screw sixteen cylinder diesel-electric power plant. That and the twin screws, which in this case, are machined out of solid bronze. Actually, they’re a copper-zinc-bronze-unobtanium alloy, but these six-bladed propellers are about 9.1 meters in diameter and weigh in right at 101.5 tons.
Each.
Gulfy would like me to remove each in one piece, if possible.
“Yeah, sure, Gulfster. Anything else?” Like, move another ammo dump? I groaned.
After Es and have flown from our nasty, notorious, and noxious 5-star digs in Dubai back to India, we spend a day or so getting in Es’ case acquainted, and in my case, reacquainted with my guys, Gulfy, Major Nakula Dattachaudhuri, Mr. Ranganekary, Sanjay, Mr. Kannada, the Majordomo and most all the others from tales of Breaking Bad previous.
Hell if Agents Rack and Ruin don’t drop by for a ‘say howdy’ before we leave.
Es and I are staying, as I mentioned, at the Raj in my old room.
Mr. Kannada, the Majordomo, and his staff are going out of their way because they want to do their jobs well, enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done, and know that I’m not one to be fucked with, intelligence–wise.
“Mess with the Doctor, and have all sorts of unshirted high-explosive hell break out around your ears.”
It’s not yet a motto, but I’m lobbying for it.
Anyways.
Es and I are walking around the yard, me in my full PPEs and Esme in her borrowed hardhat, steel-toed boots, and other necessary paraphernalia. Every time I turn around, it’s Chandrama this and Viswarupa that. Everyone here wants to meet Esme, shake our hands on returning and ask me about how “we’re going to tackle the ass-end of the boat”.
“Last I recalled, I was just here on a JAFO mission; not as a hired gun,” I muttered.
Sanjay procured a tap-tap for Esme and me and whisked us off to the armory.
“Look in there, Doctor. Then tell me you’re just another fucking observer.” He grinned.
“Едрить твою мать! Holy fucking shit!” I exclaimed, so incredulous with what I saw that I slipped into a more raspy language to express my overwhelmation.
Tons and tons and tons of lovely, well maintained, categorized, collated, and coolly kept explosives.
“May I?”, I asked as I was by all rights, still just a guest. To proper protocols, we must adhere.
“Oh, please do”, came the reply, along with the keys, scan card, and copy of the floor plan.
“Oh, my giddy fuckin’ aunt!” I exclaimed as I walked past all the high-toned, buff, and well-kept loaves of C-4. I goggled at the case after case of 40%, 60% and 80%! DuPont Herculene Extra-Fast Dynamite.
A row of Hexamethylenetriperoxide diamine (HMTD). Another of Pentaerythritol tetranitrate (PETN). Yet another of Triaminotrinitrobenzene (TATB). There was RDX, TXT, TABT, TAGN, TNAZ…a whole alphabet’s worth of things that expand very, very rapidly indeed when properly antagonized.
I was almost swooning, Esme was almost yawning.
“Es! Look at this! Kinestix Binary Solid! Seismogel Binary semi-solid! Holy fuck! DOUBLE HELIX, the new binary, heat-stable liquid!”
New Captain America and Vortek plunger-style blasting machines! Spools of Primacord, in various flavors. Cases and cases of blasting caps. Radio control detonators! Holy fucking Hanna! Mile after mile of det cord and demolition wire. A whole locker devoted to blaster’s pliers and galvanometer.
I nearly swooned.
“You’re going to go and blow the living shit out of a whole bunch of things, aren’t you Herr Husband?” Es wearily asked.
Sanjay shows me the freezer where they store all the frozen liquid Nitroglycerine popsicles.
“Esme, my dear. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet…” I smiled broader than the Valles Marineris.
“Just don’t kill yourself, anyone else, or those who are not really deserving such.” Es smiled, knowing full well that there’s no way in hell that anything smaller than a Sharknado monsoon is keeping me away from this collection of, what Sanjay informs me, is over 350 tons of explosives and associated paraphernalia.
“Just leave me a car, a driver, and some mad money while you’re out playing games. I need to do some shopping for the girls and were only here for a few days.” Es smiles.
This, among a few thousand other reasons, is why I married her and why we’ve been going along solid for the last 40 years.
Es asks to be taken shopping and I ask to be taken to work.
We’re both going to our happy places.
Back at the job site, it’s a bit of a shambles, but what do you expect? They’re tearing apart a huge cruise ship, all 225,000 long tons of the damned thing. With that is included metal, plastic, wood, wires, sheet stock, bulkheads…all sorts of shit. One sort of would be suspicious if the place was clean and tidy.
It’s ignominious and avoidable, irremediable and overwhelming, unique, and sudden. It’s a dog’s dinner and just my kind of place.
There’s only about 1/10 of the ship left; as I said the power plant, the shafts, the props, and all that ass-end crapola that makes a boat this size go forward. All the ‘stern’er stuff.
Only now, instead of just planting explosives hither and yon and blowing the living hell out of the craft, it’s down to nut-cuttin’ time.
“Yeah”, I thought, “Gulfy wanted me down here on some sort of goodwill review tour. Fuck that. He wants me to finesse the last bits of this boat.”
And that’s alright by me…
“Doctor Rock!” came a voice, “It is so good to see you again!”
It was Anad. He had rapidly shown his prowess and was now a team leader.
“We…um…I am so glad to see you”, he says, “We have this new order to remove the screws from the ship. In one piece. Can you imagine? They’re 100 tons. Each! We are in trouble. We need the Doctor Rock.”
Either Gulfy has a buyer for the props or he wants them mounted in the conference room or his office as trophies.
“Yeah, Anad”, I said, “That is a tall order. How goes the rest of the demo?”
“It goes well.” Anad tell me, “The engine is troublesome, being all heavy metal. But you taught us well. Nothing succeeds like excess! It will yield as one or in pieces.”
“What about the rest of the boat? The decks, the substructure, and all that shit?”
“It goes well”, Anad grins. “If it doesn’t drop with dynamite, we go to C-4. If not C-4, we go RDX. Sooner or later, it all yields.”
“So, no mucking about with liquid nitro?” I asked, snickering slightly.
“Oh, no, Doctor. “Anad shook his head, “That stuff is scary to Doctor Rock, it is too scary for us.”
“Well”, I said, rubbing my beard, “This will not do. Looks like I’ve been remiss in my duties. Doctor Rock is going to have to have one last command performance in Alang it appears.”
“You are going to use some nitroglycerine?” Anad asks, aghast.
“Perhaps”, I smile and smirk. Not just ‘some nitroglycerine’, I’m going to have Sanjay speed-import just a little bit more than ‘some’…
After an afternoon of lolling about a destruction zone and setting off one or ten way-too-energetic explosions, I’m having my long-hard-day-at-the-office drink with Esme back at the Raj.
I was having 350 milliliters of iced Chopin Single Young Potato along with pints of chilled Kingfisher. While Esme was sipping Northern Spy Ice Cider, also chilled. She was having a small triple-hop Duvel.
I mean, we were on a small holiday, of sorts.
Sanjay whips in and runs up to me, out of breath.
“Whoa, steady one mate. Your small but steady body is all a-tremble” I said over sips of lovely potato juice and puffs of a fine Jamaican cigar.
“Did! You! Requisition! 500 Kilos! Of! Nitro!?” he almost screams.
“Yeah. Sure did”, I replied over another sip of spirits and puff from my cigar. “Wait. You don’t think that’s going to be enough? Right. Best order another 250 keys…”
“WHAT!?!”, he screams.
Es snickers. She’s been down this road many times.
“OK, Sanj. Here’s the deal.” I say over another sip and puff, “Gulfy gave me carte blanche to get the job done. Better to have too much and not need it than to not have enough and need it.”
“But…but…but…” He sputtered.
“Very nice impression of a motorboat”, I smiled, “Look, Sanj, I’m back. It’s me. Dr. Rock, the hookin’ bull. Gulfy ain’t gonna say ‘boo’. In fact, go ahead and speed order another 250 keys. If I don’t use it, I’m sure you guys will find something fun to do with it.”
“Oh, fuck,” Sanj exclaims. He goes to the bar and pours himself 3-fingers of dangerous brown liquor. He slams it like a real pro.
“I’ve taught them well”, I thought and Es says.
Sanjay comes back, wobbles slightly, and says “Well then, you sign the fucking requisition sheet.”
“Hey, I’ve got no problem with that!”, I say and deftly affix my John Hancock prominently to the parchment.
“There. Feel better?” I asked, “Now if Gulfy gets all vexed and ratty, he can come and see me. Or wait until we’re done and Es and I are back in the Middle East. Which do you think he’ll opt for?”
Sanjay doesn’t have time to answer as Mr. Kannada, the Majordomo arrives with a phone for me.
Call for you, Sir”, he says in his inimitable style.
“Thanks, Major”, I say and grab the raprod.
“Doc Rock here” I say.
It’s my major professor from Southeast Westchester College (Home of the North Stars) on the line. He wants to know when we’ll be back in-country.
“No telling, Dr. Inzhener Neftyanik” I reply.
“Well, how much longer will you be in India?” he asks. “Oh, and please say hello to Esme for me.”
“Will do. Probably a couple-three more days. Week tops. Maybe a month. Why? Is there anything urgent?” I ask.
He explains to me that due to all the COVID craziness, there’s going to be many more on-line undergraduate courses taught. He needs some material for the Fall Session, primarily an overview of what Geology and Petroleum Engineering are and how they’re practiced in the field. Sort of a living recruitment poster.”
Esme recalled me smiling something like the Grinch when he mentioned that last point.
“Doctor, can you hold for a minute?” I asked.
“Most certainly.” He replies.
“Sanjay”, I ask, “You have access to a video camera?”
He cautiously and querulously shakes his head ‘yes’.
Thumbs up and I’m back on the phone.
“Yeah, Doc, Rock here. Sure, I’ve got access to a video camera here in India. What better to show the little scamps wanting to start college just what a real graduate of the world can do and where they can go?” I said.
He readily agrees and asks for me to deliver 15-20 minutes of video doing whatever the hell I was doing in India. Something geological. Something Petroleum Engineering. Altogether detonic. Just get him some footage. They’ll assemble and work it up there.
We make our plans and agree, then ring off.
“Sanjay?” I said, “Guess what? You’ve just become the Indan version of Quentin Tarantino.”
“What?” he says.
“SAY WHAT AGAIN! I dare you!” I laughed.
Esme just shakes her head. Little does she know she’ll be carrying writer’s credits for this masterwork before the odyssey is ended.
I lean back on the comfy barstool, ask for another 350 milliliters of Old Thought Provoker, fire up a new cigar and ask for a pencil and a tablet of paper.
“It’s ShowTime!” I smile as I begin to etch out some ideas.
“DOCTOR STRANGEROCK OR: HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE BOMBS.”
By
Doctor Rocknocker, B.Sc., M.Sc., Ph.D., D.Sc., ASMQB, AAPG, SEPM, AAGG
421 Estwing Plaza
Rockville, USA
+555 6789 1011
[email protected]
FADE IN:
GREETINGS!
Scene description/opening
DR. ROCKNOCKER WALKING INTO SHOT, CLAD IN BLAZE ORANGE PPES, SMOKING A HUGE CUBAN CIGAR AND HOLDING AN EXTRAORDINARY, EXOTIC , AND ENORMOUS DRINK OF SOME SORT.
Dialogue
“Hey kids! You! Yes you laddie! You want to travel the world? See all sorts of strange and wonderful rock formations? And have a chance of maybe blowing some of them up? Then you’re at the right place.

 Geology! Petroleum engineering! Detonic chemistry! 
Right here at Southeast Westchester College (home of the North Stars)!
Come on with me. I’m currently in India. What am I doing in india?
Let’s just go and see…”
Scene description –
A WIDE SHOT OF A MIGMATITE QUARRY. THERE’S THIS LARGE FELLOW CLAD IN BLAZE ORANGE WORK CLOTHES, BLACK WORK BOOTS, CUSTOM ALUMINUM HARDHAT AND SMOKING A HUGE CIGAR. HE LOOKS FAR AFIELD, ALMOST WISTFULLY, OVER THE OPEN EXPANSE OF THE QUARRY. HE WALKS OVER TO THE CAMERA AND SAYS:
Dialogue
DR. ROCKNOCKER
“Yes, a quarry of migmatite dimension stone. Over 2.5 billion years old and quarried here for centuries. It’s places like this that the early history of our planet has been deciphered.”
Looking quickly to Esme’s prepared notes…
“Ancient rock in an ancient land. One that not only holds the secrets to our planet’s far and distant past history, but to untold wealth in gravel, road metal, and building dimension stone. That’s where you can come in. As a graduate of Southeast Westchester College, you could find yourself here. Examining the rocks. Investigating the structure and tectonics of the area. Or, like me, you could be harvesting the mineral wealth that has supported the building and structural companies here for hundreds of years…”
“Clear north!”
“North clear!”.

FIRE IN THE HOLE!
“…AND BLOWING SHIT UP!”
Mash goes the big, shiny red button.
An incredibly huge explosion and half the quarry is obliterated by freshly liberated dust and smoke.
“All this, and more, can be yours with a degree or two from Southeast Westchester College!”
FADE OUT
Scene description –
A BLEAK INDUSTRIAL SETTING WITH DOZENS OF ORANGE-CLAD CHARACTERS SWARMING AROUND THE REMAINS OF A SCANDINAVIAN CRUISE SHIP. SEVERAL OF THEM ARE WORKING OXY-ACETYLENE CUTTING TORCHES, SOME ARE TAKING MEASUREMENTS AND WRITING THEM DOWN; DOING SCIENCE. ONE OF THEM IS WALKING AROUND WITH AN OPEN CASE OF DU PONT 60% EXTRA-FAST HERCULENE DYNAMITE.
Dialogue
DR. ROCKNOCKER
“Well. What do we have here? Certainly it doesn’t look like geology or petroleum engineering. That’s right. It’s a shipbreaking yard in Alang, India.”
“Well, what the hell does that have to do with geology or petroleum engineering?” one might rightly ask.
(Pause for a monumental BOOM after a strange several toots and a weird cadence in Hindi about ‘Fires in Holes’)
That’s where study in the extractive sciences at Southeast Westchester College can lead.
It might.
It might also lead to a job in the Middle East, riding herd on the Arabs and their vast oily wealth. أشياء ساخنة جدا ، "إيه ماذا؟ [Pretty hot stuff, ‘eh what?]
Or you could end up on an offshore platform in the Russian Arctic, drilling somewhere no one’s drilled before…. Разве это не круто? [Wouldn’t that be cool?]
Or you could study very, very hard, obtain your BSc, MSc, Ph.D. and D.Sc., get to travel all over the world, on other people’s nickels, first class, drink premium hooch and get paid to blow shit up! Ĉu ne tio estas tro maldika? [Isn't that just too fucking cool?]
Character Name 2
ANAD
“Well, here comes Anad, one of the local guys. Now Anad never had the chance to go to Southeast Westchester College, but was trained by me, one of the professors at the university.”
“Anad? A moment?”
“Yeah, Doc?” he replies.
“We’re all on a first name basis here. Brethren of the field, forest, and quarry. And currently the armory, the ship, and the breaking yard.”
“Would you like to attend Southeast Westchester College?” I ask.
“If…what… you… have…taught… us… about… demolition… is… anything…, then… yes…, I… would… have… liked… very… much… to… go… to… that… fine… institution… that… is… Southeast… Westchester… College…Did I say that right, Doc?”
“Sanjay! Keep filming. We’ll fix that in post…”
“So yes, indeed. Anad wishes he could have attended Southeast Westchester College, but he lives and works in India, some 12,500 kilometers away. But if you’re hearing this, you’re not! So apply now”
Scene description –
ZIPPING ALONG IN AN INDIAN MILITARY GARUDA VASUDHA, WHICH IS A DHRUV HELICOPTER OUTFITTED WITH A HELIBORNE GEOPHYSICAL SURVEY SYSTEM (HGSS) THAT I WAS ABLE TO ‘BORROW’ FROM THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY OF INDIA.
Dialogue
DR. ROCKNOCKER
“As you can see, the sky’s no longer the limit for graduates, or professors for that matter, of Southeast Westchester College! I’m not only a professor of industrial geology, a master blaster, spirit connoisseur extraordinaire, but I’m a fully licensed helicopter pilot as well!”
Sanjay screams off-camera as I put the Garuda through its paces and try autorotation.
“No, damn it. Keep filming. We’ll clean that up when we land. And the rest in post-production.”
“Aim high! Geology, Petroleum Engineering, and Detonic Chemistry at Southeast Westchester College! Fly with the eagles, don’t get left on the ground with the turkeys!”
“Oh, fuff!. It’s not that bad…OK, we’ll look at it in post. Hang on, an upcoming flock of bar-headed geese! WHOOPS! Watch out! Comin’ through! HELLO BOYS!”
Scene description –
DOCTOR ROCKNOCKER IS ON A PORTABLE WIRELESS MICROPHONE AS HE’S ALSO HUNG FROM THE JIB OF A CRANE BY HIS RESCUE HARNESS. HE’S PARKOURING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF THE STERN REMAINS OF A LARGE SCANDANAVIAN CRUISE SHIP THAT HIS CREW HAS BEEN BREAKING DOWN FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS, GIVING THE FINAL SECTION THE ONCE OVER. HE’S TALKING TO SANJAY, THE FILM CAMERA OPERATOR AND TO THE CRANE OPERAOR AS WELL…
Dialogue
DR. ROCKNOCKER
“No, god damn it, your other left. Not so damned fast. Just over the left screw. That’s it. Right. Hold it.”
“Now you may ask what the hell I’m doing hanging around here.”
…pause for laughter to subside.
“I’m doing the final inspection on the last bits of this boat which my crew, whom I’ve specifically trained, have been demolishing for the past couple of months. I’m inspecting the screws as these puppies are almost 9.5 meters in diameter and weigh over 100 tons, each. I’m going to drop each one of these in one piece, as per the orders of the guys paying the bills. Bet you didn’t think a degree or two from Southeast Westchester College would lead to such amazing things as this!
“You’ll never know until you apply yourself at Southeast Westchester College. You’ll get a bang out of it!”
Scene description –
AT THE BAR AT THE RAJ. ESME IS THERE AS WELL. WE’RE HAVING A LITTLE CONVERSATION BEFORE THE FILMING BEGINS.
ES: “…and what you did to poor Sanjay. That was not nice…”
FILMING BEGINS.
ROCK: “I never claimed to be nice…Oh, we’re filming…And that’s not all. After a hard day in the field or the office, you have the opportunity to unwind and relax in one of the many bars and restaurants on campus. Personally, I prefer the strong drinks and cheap, subsidized prices at the MastHaus. After a day of breaking rocks, making hole or blasting quarries, what better than to relax with a tall, frosty Rocknocker? That’s premium vodka and bubbly citrus soda over ice with a twist. Or try one of several brands of local beer that’s on tap. Or why not both at the same time? How about some ether? Plus, we’re the only university now with a walk-in humidor! Over 3000 different brands of cigars from over six million different countries. C’mon down and have a snort and a smoke. How else can we maintain the highest grade point average in the East-Central Southern Northwest division?
FADE OUT:
THE END
“Umm, Rock, honey”, Esme says to me in a kind, quiet voice after we look over the daily rushes, “Are you certain that’s what the university is going to want? It seems a bit, well, woolly…”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” I exclaim over a flagon of Rocknockers and a sidecar of Kingfisher. “Look at it! Humor! Pathos! Agony! Ecstasy! Action! Shit blowing up!”
“Yeah, it does have that..” Esme is forced to agree.
“When we add the demo of the final piece of that boat, it’ll be a climax worthy of Lucas or Spielberg!” I grin canyon-widely. “It’s got everything. Who wouldn’t want to study at a university that offers all that?”
“Rock, honey”, Esme says, taking my hand in hers, “I want you to go upstairs and call the tech guys in Japan. I think your fingers are overcharging again and making you crazier than usual.”
“Nahh.” I scoff, “I’m doing great. I haven’t felt this alive in years. Maybe filmmaking is another calling I can look into. Something else in which to excel…”
“Rock, please’, Esme implores, “Go call Japan…”
“No time”, I say, “I have to get Sanjay to download all our footage. We’ll not have time to fix it all here before we go. Once we get the finale in the can, we’ll ship the whole mess off to the university and let them do the needful.”
Yes, I had been in-country way too long.
“Rock”, Esme pleads, “Then just sit here for a bit and have a smoke and a drink or five. I think your EtOH levels are in flux. You’ve been pushing too hard. You know better than anyone the necessity of maintaining an even strain.”
“You’re right”, I agree, “And when you’re right, you’re right. Timor! Another round and dial 224. I need a cigar and Esme needs a Sobranie pastel!”
Esme manages a wan, worried smile. She knows what I have planned, even though I haven’t said a word to anyone. She’s scared that I’m going to kill myself on this last job or do something even worse. That something she won’t even allow herself to think about…
A short time later, I’m off to the job site again. After chatting with Major Nakula Dattachaudhuri and the navy guys whose contacts he gave me, I have a fair idea of what I need to pull off, no pun intended, if I’m to drop those heavy screws in one piece.
First thing off, I need to weld the propeller tail shafts in place, securing it from tangential or rotational motion. I can’t have those things jumping around like a floppin’ crappie when I go to shake the props loose from the shafts.
Then I need to remove the propeller cone. Along with that, I need to provide for some slack in the aft stern tube seal. They tell me that normally prior to which stern tube oil need to be drained. But since this is in no way normal, I’ll just let that flow where it may once I blow some seals.
No, those on the tail shafts, not swimming around in the harbor looking for handouts.
Pervert.
Then propeller nut is to be removed and the propeller is desecured, that is, given a nudge prior to its removal from the tail shaft. However, I just welded the tail shafts in place, so I just need to provide the props a wee nudge. I also need to be sure all connections are well and truly severed.
Propeller and tail shaft bedding reveals how good is the contact. With is really ‘who gives a fuck?’ as I want no contact. This isn’t going to be pretty nor delicate. Explosives tend to be that way.
Now comes the fun part: unscrewing the Pilgrim Nut. Serious nut-cuttin’ time. What to do? What to do? I have several ideas.
At this point, the props are held in place on the tail shafts by gravity. I’m going to have the front of the leftover stern elevated some 150, so gravity will be on my side. But, at 100 tons each, I don’t want to drop them simultaneously. I want to drop one, and then once it’s quietly resting on the sand, dump a load of beach sand over it to ensure that if the next one drops, and takes a bounce or displays a wicked shimmy, and it overlaps the previous propeller, there will be no damage.
Oh, goody. I get to choreograph a show. Explosives, on one hand, dropping the props each by every and getting a load of sand in between the events.
My crane operator owes me as I got a couple of loose cases of Kingfisher and one of Premium Potato juice for him the last time he swirled me around this boat. We have a huge dump-bucket, used for firefighting. We can load it full of dry sand, and once one propeller falls, he can swing in and dump a couple of dozen metric tons of sand on the downed props leading edges.
“Yeah, that’ll work”, I smile to myself.
Back at the Raj, Esme is instructing Mr. Kannada, the Majordomo how the packages are to be wrapped and addressed. He made the fatal mistake of telling Es that they have free government shipping, around the world.
Great, now the kids will get their gift packages much sooner. And much cheaper.
There are perks to every job.
At the bar, I’m working on just one, OK, six cocktails and beer chasers.
Esme inquires why I’m wearing my garish, freshly laundered PPEs in the evening.
“Work is never done, dear”, I say, “I need to get back to the job site. There’s some welding that needs to be done, and I can’t very well weld when my guys are running around setting charges, now can I?”
“Can’t someone else do it?” she asks.
“Not this time. I’m going ‘old school’. Oxy-acetylene torch. I need to heat some huge areas of very thick metal. I don’t think there’s enough amperage in the whole county that will allow for that.”
“OK, you know what’s best.” Es says, “How long do you think it’ll take?”
“No idea”, I reply, “But this has all the earmarks of an all-nighter.”
“OK”, Es smiles faintly, “Just leave a note with the guard shack for me to get entry. I’ll bring you some sandwiches if you’re there too long.”
“Will do and thanks, my dear”, I smile as we kiss, “♫ No other bride would be so sweet... ♫”
“Don’t you dare finish that song…” Es threatens.
“No dear”, I shirk and smile, “Of course not, dear.”
To be continued
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2020.05.26 04:15 sbanyan75 School locker room spy

This is a story I have wanted to tell for a long time. Yes, it is very long. It is as long as it needs to be to say what I need to say. I included a tldr at the bottom. This took place between 1995 and 2002.

Everyone has had a bad friend or two; I had an epically bad friend. If it hadn’t happened to me I would never have known that this strange mental disorder was real or that people could behave this way outside of Lifetime Channel movies.

I grew up in Northern Indiana. I went to a large high school in the mid 90’s and my senior year I met another student named Hannah who had recently transferred from the main local Catholic high school in the area. That was unusual to transition so late from private to public school. Hannah said she had been expelled because of a fight with another student over some drama about a boy.

She said the other girl had made allegations against her and accused her of attacking her. Whatever had happened, the police had been contacted and she had restraining order placed on her by the other girl. It had forced her expulsion and that was how I came to meet her. Hannah said none of it was true. She said she never tried to hurt her.

Later I went to college in Indiana; she went to college in Florida. One day, a friend of mine from the dorms ran into a guy she had known from Catholic school back in my hometown. Once he left she told me about this incident that had happened to him where these two girls were fighting over him about which one was his girlfriend. Neither one of them was dating him and yet both of these girls thought that they were in a secret relationship with him. The whole thing had been very strange. Then she said one of them was a girl named Hannah.

The next summer I was back in my hometown and Hannah was also. I hung out with her casually. I told her what I had heard about her. She said she would tell me what really happened.

She had a crush on this boy but she had seen him talk to another student named Julie and she became jealous. She said she was convinced that this boy Mike wanted to be her boyfriend. She was sure Julie must have said something bad about her. Hannah said Julie was popular and pretty and a cheerleader and she hated everything about her so she decided she would try to see if she could push her to commit suicide.

Hannah said it hadn’t worked but that she had a nervous breakdown. I asked her what she had done.
We went back to Hannah’s house. Up in her bedroom she pulled something out from the back of her closet. It was a set of books. One was a book on how to use dirty tricks to get revenge on people and one was a book with a cartoon character on the front pulling their hair out and it said in big letters GASLIGHTING!

I know it’s common phrase now, but back in 1995 I had never heard of it. I asked Hannah what the book was about and she said it was about how to drive someone crazy. She said it was simple, you just make them believe things aren’t really true or that things they think are real never happened. She told me what she really did to Julie a couple years back in high school.

She had pretended to be friends with her. She got her phone number and then she had started making these anonymous phone calls to her. This would have been way before cell phones were common. She had a friend from her church who had a crush on her and she would trade sexual favors with him in exchange for him pretending to be Mike on the phone. He would get a blow job for every time he did this for Hannah. Fake Mike would tell Julie not to talk in school so that they could keep things private. Hannah would put notes in her locker and sign Mike’s name to them. Fake Mike would make plans to meet Julie at the mall or the movies and then never show up. It sounds very stupid but they would have been 14 or 15 year old girls when this happened.

Hannah said she had done something really embarrassing but that it had worked. She had a mix tape and she would whisper nasty little phrases like “you want to die” or “you should kill yourself” between songs and had played it in her bedroom when Julie was over. Obviously she commented on it and Hannah sat there with a straight face and said she didn’t hear anything and had no idea what she was talking about. She had set it up with her brother earlier and had asked him to help her play a prank on her friend. He came into her bedroom and said he couldn’t hear anything and turned around and told Julie that she must be crazy and hearing things.

Julie’s parents decided to confront this boy and his family about his behavior towards their daughter. He had no idea what was going on. Because her parents had confronted this boy about something he was never doing Julie had been publically humiliated at her high school and everyone was talking about how she was crazy. Hanna loved every bit of it. Until Julie’s parents got their phone bill and decided to give it a good look.

Mike had not been calling their house, but somebody had been. They had numerous anonymous phone calls. They checked it out and found out they were all coming from Hannah’s home phone number. Julie confronted Hannah about it at school and that was when something violent happened between the two of them in the stairwell. Julie said Hannah had started screaming at her that Mike was her secret boyfriend.

Hannah was very angry about that. She said Julie made that part up to try to get back at her and embarrass her for what she had done. She said Julie was exaggerating about what happened in the stairwell and it had been an accident. She said she never tried to push her over the railing, she had merely bumped into her.

Hannah wasn’t embarrassed about it. She was proud of it. The only thing that upset her was that she had been caught, but she said that most of the people at her Catholic school still thought that Julie was crazy so she considered it something of a victory.

Hannah didn’t have anything to say in her defense, just that when she liked a boy she would do anything to be with them.

That summer Hannah started dating a guy named Derek. Every time I saw her she told me tales about their wild and crazy sex life and how much he was in love with her. Hannah said it was a secret affair and they were sneaking around behind his girlfriend’s back. We saw him once at a party and he screamed at Hannah to stay away from him and leave him and his girl alone. Someone had been making strange anonymous phone calls to him and his girlfriend. He paid to have the number traced back and found out it was Hannah. Hannah admitted that she had been trying to break them up because he was taking too long to do it himself but that she had overplayed it and now he was angry and had broken things off with her.

She was depressed after Derek so I took her out to a bar. Hannah started flirting with this much older guy in his 40’s who was sitting by himself. She had recently purchased a cell phone, this would have been in 96 or 97 when they were still kind of new and novel. The next thing I knew she has this phone out and I thought she was giving this old guy her phone number. Instead he asked her what she wanted him to say? She typed a phone number in, handed the guy her phone and he made disgusting comments to whoever answered about how he was having sex with this guy’s girlfriend and commenting on what a whore she was. He hung up and started laughing and handed the phone back to Hannah. Hannah gave him a 20 dollar bill and said the girl was a bitch and deserved it for stealing her boyfriend. She was paying complete strangers to anonymously call people she hated on her cell phone and recite some pre-arranged script to spread rumors about them.

I ran into a mutual friend later in the summer and mentioned that Derek had broken things off with Hannah. She gave me a very funny look and said that maybe there had never been any relationship to break off.

A year later we were both temporarily living back with our parents and sort of adrift. Hannah had been kicked out of her dorm over an accusation made by another student and never completed her degree. She had started hanging out with some old friends from high school. One of those former high school friends was a young woman named Kelley who Hannah had been pretty good friends with. Something had happened between the two of them because Hannah went on and on about how much she hated her. It had something to do with Kelley’s new boyfriend Dan. Hannah insisted she was using him in some bizarre plot to make another man jealous and was worried that she would hurt him because she had found out about an STD that she had.

I drove by her house one night and there were two police cars out front. I went home and called her and she said she couldn’t talk. I went over and saw her the next day. I thought that their house had been robbed or something. No, the police had been there to talk to her about an incident that had been reported.

Hannah was upset. She said that she had to tell the police that she had smoked weed and had gotten high because Kelley had made an accusation against her. Hannah said it was an accident and a misunderstanding. Hannah swore she hadn’t been trying to hurt her.

The day after Hannah told me about how much she hated Kelley apparently she had called her up and said she wanted to talk to her about something. She and another friend had shown up and the three of them had gone out to some local overlook to smoke a joint. The other girl waited down below for the two of them to talk privately. Hannah had asked Kelley to look at something and when she turned her back Kelley said Hannah grabbed her and tried to push her off the ledge. They were about 100 feet up in the air and she would most likely have been killed by the fall. Kelley said they fought back and forth, she regained her balance and had took off screaming about what Hannah had tried to do.

Hannah said it was all a misunderstanding. It was an accident. She had been trying to show her something but then she had lost her balance because she was high from the marijuana and had grabbed Kelley to stabilize herself not push her off the edge. She said Kelley had almost fallen off because she had hysterically overreacted. Kelley had been very upset and insisted that Hannah had done it on purpose and she said that it was because she was jealous over her relationship with Dan. She said it was obvious to everyone that Hannah was obsessed with him. What Kelley had not done however, was tell the police that they had smoked a joint right before this happened and when Hannah did, the police said that didn’t have enough evidence for any kind of case. They weren’t happy with Kelley for omitting that part of the account.

That was it for Hannah and most of her high school friends, or at least for a couple of years. Kelley stuck to her version of what happened and her friends sided with her. People began talking about the strange rumors that had followed Hannah around since high school. I thought it was suspicious but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that she tried to kill another woman. I thought that sort of thing only happened in the movies, not small towns in Indiana.

I did not, however, want to be friends with her. She was an embarrassment to be around.

She had almost no friends left in town at that point. She called me up to tell me she had decided she needed a change and she was going to pursue a different career and move to Minneapolis to make that happen. She moved in 1998 and I honestly thought I would never see her again. I wish I hadn’t

She called me about a year and a half later. She said she was doing really well and that the move had been good for. She said she had made friends and she had met a boy and was completely in love. She said this was the guy she was going to marry. His name was Dan and she told me that he was the guy that had gotten her interested in punk rock and heroin.

I kind of paused when she said that. I wasn’t any kind of angel in my 20’s but I never even dabbled in hard stuff like that and it didn’t sound very good. Hannah insisted it wasn’t a habit. She said it was amazing and easy to control as long as you were careful. This was a complete change in lifestyle and scene. Before this she had been something of a hippie chic but that was all gone now. At that point her life revolved around; hair, punk rock, heroin, and Dan.

She wanted to come back for a visit. We went to the mall and she stopped at a kiosk and said she wanted to buy a cell phone. She lived 8 hours away in a completely different state with a completely different area code. We got into a small argument about it. Back in 2000, cell phones were purchased and billed from your local area code and you paid through the nose if you were roaming. Hannah said to just drop it because she had done her research and it would be fine.

She bought the phone and listed her boyfriend Dan as the main user on the registration. She left and I noticed she had left her curling iron behind and I thought I would surprise her by calling her new cell phone. She had set it up at my house and I got the number from the caller ID. No one picked up, instead it went to an answering machine for Dan. The same Dan that had been dating Kelley years earlier and the same Dan that Hannah had been accused of being obsessed with. There was no doubt about who it was.

I hung up and I wondered why she had lied to me about who her boyfriend really was.

A couple of minutes later Hannah called me back on her original cell phone. She played it off as a coincidence that I had just called that other number. She said she had run into hometown Dan and his friends and he had lost his phone so Hannah had done him a favor and given him the one she had just purchased. I said how strange it was that she would buy a phone for her boyfriend Dan, only to run into someone else with the same name and give it away instead. Dan’s real name is very common. Probably one of the most common names for men of my generation and Hannah joked about how many different people she knew with that same exact name.

A couple of months later she called. She wanted to visit again in the summer. No matter what she said about being in control of the heroin use, it was very obvious that it had become a full-fledged habit. Things had taken a turn in her life. Her boyfriend Dan had moved to Chicago. Hannah said that he was still in love with her and they were still together but that something had happened with his ex-girlfriend and they were taking a break and only seeing one another privately. Hannah said he was trying to protect her. According to Hannah his ex-girlfriend had refused to accept their break up and had been stalking Dan for months. It was one of the reasons he had moved. She had taken an overdose of heroin and had tried to commit suicide when she found out that Hannah and Dan were together. That was the reason that they had decided that they had to keep their relationship secret. That was why Hannah was really in town. He was going to be coming later to join her and they had set up a get together.

I wanted to meet him but Hannah said he wouldn't act like her boyfriend when other people were around. I started to question her. She got angry and said she wouldn’t let me meet him because I wouldn’t understand their relationship. We got into a fight. I ordered her out of my house and made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with her.

Her mother called me about a year later. She said that Hannah was living with them in Atlanta because something very bad had happened in Minneapolis. Hannah didn’t have any friends left. Her mother straight up begged me to please forgive so she could have someone to talk to. She said Hannah had spent 3 months in rehab and was off the heroin, but emotionally not doing well. She said she had to make a trip back to Minneapolis to take care of some things and pick up some of her stuff. Her mother was worried that being back there and around her old friends would trigger her to want to use again. She said it was very important that Hannah not relapse. If she did the consequences would be severe. She wanted me to go with her. I said I would.

Hannah wouldn’t tell me what happened. She just said that someone had almost died and it had been an accident but it had still been her fault. She drove into town to pick me up for our trip up to Minneapolis but said we had to stop somewhere first. We went to the old bar downtown that we used to hang out in when she had lived in town. She said she had to meet someone. Some young woman walked in and Hannah walked over to her and hugged her and started crying. She was apologizing all over the place and kept telling her she needed her to realize that it had been an accident. The woman said she forgave her but that her life had been difficult since what happened and she could not have anything to do with Hannah anymore and could no longer be friends with her. Hannah asked if she had ever spoken to her ex-boyfriend and had a chance to work things out with him. She said no, he was mad at her and he refused to talk to her. Hannah said he had a new cell phone and she gave her the number just in case she changed her mind and wanted to get a hold of him.

She left. I was sitting there totally confused by what I had just witnessed. I was really uncomfortable with what I had heard. I asked Hannah if the ex-boyfriend she was talking about was hometown Dan. She said no, someone else that I had never met. Hannah said she and her Dan had broken up because he was still using heroin and she said it was too painful to talk about him. She said it was so painful that when we got to Minneapolis to please not bring him up. She said her friends knew not to mention him around her and she asked me not to also.

We got to Minneapolis and the young woman we were staying with turned out to be one of Hannah’s former roommates. That is when I found out what had really happened and what Hannah had been refusing to talk about. It turned out that girl from the bar had been the other roommate. The one that had almost died because of something that Hannah did.

We settled in and Hannah said that she could explain what happened a year ago. A year ago!? That was the first time I realized that this had happened much longer in the past than I thought. The former roommate said that she was happy that Hannah was clean but she needed her to explain why she had tried to kill the other girl. Those were her words. She wasn’t calling it an accident. She said she was there, she saw it and Hannah had done that to her on purpose and she wanted to know why.

This is what she described.

Hannah had a friend from Indiana that had broken up with her boyfriend Dan after Hannah had told her that she found out he was cheating on her and had gotten another woman pregnant. Hannah invited her to live with her up in Minneapolis to get away from him and start over. She had no idea that Hannah was a heroin user.

She did not like Minneapolis. She had experienced a run of bad luck the couple of weeks she had been there and even though Hannah kept trying to convince her to stick it out to see if she would like it she had decided she was going to leave and go back home. She regretted her break up with Dan. She wanted to talk to him and see if they could work through it. They had been together for almost two years. She was worried because she had lost touch with him. Hannah had been able to track down his phone number for her through some mutual friends but no matter how many times she called or how much she begged, he refused to answer her calls or call her back when she left messages. She was upset and told Hannah that she was going to stop by his apartment to see him on her way back to Indiana.

She was supposed to be leaving within a day. Hannah kept insisting that she would like heroin if she would just try a little bit and had been pressuring her very hard to join in with everyone else. The roommate was angry about that. She said Hannah knew she was scared and didn’t even want to try it. Hannah had promised her that she would be safe, and promised her that it would be a small dose. Hannah said she knew what she was doing. She gave in.

Hannah bought the heroin and she bought a lot more than normal which she said was for a party later. She prepared the needles and said she had just used a small amount. Instead, she had used all that she had bought which turned out to be way more than was necessary to kill all of them. Hannah had given the girl the injection and she slumped over immediately and stopped breathing. Hannah had then moved on to the other roommate and told her everything was fine in the other room and that she was enjoying herself. She tried to convince her to take her dose, but she wanted to check on the other girl first. Hannah walked over and had an imaginary conversation with the young woman who was completely unconscious and tried to convince the other roommate that she was fine. She went to check on her herself and immediately saw she wasn’t even breathing, panicked, and started screaming at Hannah about why she was lying. She ran for the phone. Hannah ran after her. She dialed 911. Hannah grabbed the phone and hung it up. They called back and she said it had been a mistake and they were fine. Hannah wouldn’t let her near the phone and kept trying to tell her that she was being hysterical and that everything was okay. Hannah tried to pin her down and force the needle on her and she fought back and ran out of the apartment and down the hall to a neighbors. They called 911.

When the paramedics got there the girl was clinically dead. They worked on her and got a heartbeat and transferred her to a local hospital in a comatose state. She lived, but for a while it wasn’t clear if she would pull through. Hannah told the police she didn’t know why she had done it. After talking with a lawyer she said it was because of heroin psychosis and that she had been temporarily insane at the time. She agreed to a long term rehab stay and a year of drug testing and probation. After that the charges against her were dropped. That had been the reason that it was so important Hannah did not relapse. She would have been looking at prison time.

Hannah said it had been a strange temporary hallucination that had caused her behavior and that she had never meant to hurt her and the whole thing had been an accident and a misunderstanding. The same excuse she always used.

I am going to spell this out, since the morons who work for the Minneapolis police department were too stupid to realize this 20 years ago.

Hannah was obsessed with this girl’s boyfriend Dan. She had been obsessed with him for years. She had developed a detailed and deranged fantasy that the two of them were in a secret relationship together because she has a peculiar and somewhat rare psychiatric condition called erotomania or De Clermabault’s syndrome. She believed that this young woman was standing in the way of their romance and so she ingratiated herself to her and pretended to be her friend so that she could find a way to get close enough to her to get her out of the way.

She successfully managed to spread rumors and interfere in their relationship enough that the two of them broke up and then Hannah invited this young woman to Minneapolis to isolate her from her other friends and control what information she had access to.This was the year 2000, we didn't have text message or Facebook back then for keeping in touch with people She lulled her into a false sense of friendship and security so she could manipulate her and get close enough to her to hurt her. When she realized she was still in love with Dan and wanted to talk to him Hannah realized that she would eventually find out that the rumors she had been told were not true and that Hannah was the source. She purchased a cell phone in Indiana and made a recording of Dan’s answering machine message so that she could impersonate him on the phone and so the young woman would believe she was in contact with him. She never knew that Dan never received the messages. Hannah was using that to spy on her. When she said she was going to go back home and show up and see if Dan would talk to her in person Hannah knew that meant she would find out she had given her a fake phone number and that she had gone to extreme lengths to prevent her from speaking to him and it would have been obvious why.

She tried to talk her into trying heroin because she planned on killing her and her other roommate because that would be a good way to make it appear to be an accident. Hannah was about to have her obsessions with Dan, her delusional beliefs about him, and her bizarre mental disorder exposed and she knew that. She knew for at least a day or more before the incident which is why it is clear that her actions were premeditated, because her motive was. All of this would have been remarkably easy to figure out if the police had contacted Dan, and if they had taken a look at Hannah’s phone records. Phone harassment has always been her favorite hobby.

Instead they treated it just like the other 999 overdoses they have to respond to every month and gave Hannah the old rehab or prison option. Since her family could afford a lawyer and a 3 month rehab stay that was the option she took. The police never investigated her for anything. Never contacted the man “Dan” at the center of this, and never took any serious look into her background. It wasn’t an accident. It was an attempted murder and a pretty easy one to prove at that. Instead, the police totally dropped the ball and because of their incompetence she was allowed to completely get away with it. By the way, just in case any idiots who work for the Minneapolis Police Department ever read this; there is no statute of limitations on first degree attempted murder.

At the time, I didn’t know any of this. I was trying to act as a support system for a former friend who was suicidal on the cusp of a heroin relapse. I was suspicious, but any time I asked Hannah questions, she just said it was too painful to talk about or would guilt trip me about not respecting her boundaries. She had sworn to me that this young woman had never been in any relationship with the Dan from our hometown that she had known years earlier.

I returned to Indiana and Hannah returned to her parents in Atlanta and I didn’t talk to her for a while. She called later and wanted to visit her old hometown again. Once again I let her stay with me.

We ran into Dan. He had moved to Chicago, but just happened to be back in town that weekend. I hadn’t seen him in years. Hannah had contacted him to get together. She spent the whole afternoon trying to pull him aside to talk to him, but instead he made it clear that he had only shown up because he wanted to see me. He had broken up with Kelley years earlier but I thought he had a long term girlfriend since then. Dan said she had left him a year ago and just disappeared. He had called her repeatedly but she had completely cut him off. He was nice to me, he was handsome, he was a lot of fun to be around and he asked me out.

We made plans to meet up the next day. I saw him at a bar and he turned around and walked out the door and wouldn’t even look at me. I was upset and confused. Hannah was super sympathetic. She apologized for not telling me what he was like and said he had this weird thing with lying to girls and playing with their emotions by pretending to like them. It wasn’t like I had never been lied to by a boy before but this felt strange.

A week later my student loan came through and I decided to go back to college and finish my degree. I moved a couple hours away. The first person that called me was Hannah. Once again, she wanted to come visit me. She insisted that she had gone out and got me a “surprise” and she needed to give it to me in person. She said she had something really important to talk to me about and she said that it would sound weird but she asked me to promise her that I wouldn’t tell anyone she was coming to see me. I humored her.

She showed up at my apartment and when she walked in the first thing she asked me was if I had told anyone she would be there. At first I said no. She said that she had something for me and reached into her purse. She paused and said that she just wanted to make sure that no one knew she was there. I was frustrated and I kind of off-hand said that no one besides my mom and best friend. Hannah got furious. She was angry that I had told anyone she would be there and refused to show me what she had brought as a surprise for me. She went and locked it in her glove compartment because she said she didn’t want me to snoop in her stuff and find it. She kept saying she wanted to talk about something but the time wasn’t right. She decided to go home a day early.

Then, one day a couple of weeks later, out of the blue, she just showed up on my doorstep one evening. I was on the phone with my best friend, who by the way, went to the same Catholic high school as Hannah and while not close friends with her, knew who she was. I was talking to her when I saw Hannah walk up to my front door. It was an 8 hour drive from Atlanta to Indiana. I got up and opened the door and I still had the phone up to my ear. When I opened it, Hannah had her head down and she had one hand inside her purse. I said her name and she looked up at me and pulled something purple from her purse.

She saw I was on the phone and swiveled around and put whatever she had been holding in her hand back in her bag. She was acting very strange and she was shaking and I was worried. I asked her to come inside. At that point I was convinced that she was back on heroin and that had been the secret she had been trying to talk to me about for months.

She said that she was upset about a boy and needed to talk to me. She said she had something that she wanted to show me and she reached into her purse and pulled out a handgun. It was a purple and black revolver and I realized from the color that it was what she had pulled from her purse when I had first answered the door. She said that she had been checking to make sure the safety was on and I was lucky that she hadn’t accidentally shot me because I had startled her. She said the gun was because she was back on heroin and scared of the part of town she had to go to in order to buy it.

I didn’t know it back then, but revolvers don’t have safeties.

She told me about a musician in Atlanta that she had met and she was frustrated because he had a girlfriend and she hadn’t been able to find a way to get him to pay attention to her. She wanted me to tell her what I had done to Dan so she could use it on this guy. She told me he was still talking about me months later and she wanted to know why he was still interested even though we hadn’t talked since the previous summer. From my point of view, he wasn’t. He had ghosted me months earlier. Hannah kept insisting that I must have done something to him. It was like she was implying that I had hypnotized him or something ludicrous and she wanted me to tell her. I clearly explained that I hadn’t done anything and he had ignored me and then never returned my phone calls after I tried calling him. She cried and drank for a couple of hours and then turned around and drove 8 hours back to Atlanta in the middle of the night. Just for the record, Hannah was the one who gave me Dan’s phone number.

After this, something very strange seemed to get set into motion. I got a phone call from an anonymous number and when I answered it was Hannah who said someone wanted to talk to me and she flipped me over to a three way call with someone else. It was Dan’s roommate and best friend in Chicago and he started screaming at me asking me why I was playing games with Dan and messing with him. He said he was going out of his mind and I needed to call him back and stop whatever it was that I had been doing to him. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about, Dan had never called me and I had tried to call him and…....Then we were disconnected. Then another anonymous call that was really Hannah with another three way call and another group of boys who started yelling at me and telling me they would kill me for what I had done to Dan. Then another disconnected line before I could ask them what they were talking about.

Then I called Hannah to find out what the hell was going. It was the craziest and most disturbing conversation I have ever had with another person. At first, she just kept saying that I had hurt Dan and I could not ever talk to him again or have any contact with him. None of it made any sense since this was about a guy that had refused to return my phone calls and had ignored me for months. Hannah started getting very upset and kept saying that I knew what I had done, I just wouldn’t admit it. She said that Dan hated me and had never wanted anything to do with me but that I was doing things to him to make him say that and pretend that he liked me instead of her. I had no idea what the hell was going on.

She said that Dan was her secret boyfriend and that he was in love with her and had been in love with her for years. She said that the two of them had been together since they were teenagers and that I knew it but was pretending not to. I asked her how she could have been his girlfriend when I knew of others girls he had dated. She started screeching that those weren’t real relationships. He was only pretending to like them, when he talked about them he was really talking about her but other people kept doing things to him so that he couldn’t tell her directly how he felt, but she knew. She insisted that he found ways to let her know that he was really thinking about her. She said that all of his friends respected their privacy which was why they would play along when he pretended he was dating other people. She kept insisting he was in love with her and no one else.

She said she was sick of people pretending to be her friend and then stabbing her in the back by going after her boyfriend and she said she would not put up with anyone coming between them and she would not let anyone hurt him. She said I was forcing him to forget how he really felt and that it had hurt him not to be with her and she wouldn’t let me hurt him. I realized that she wasn’t making any sense and that she was totally psychotic. I told her to NEVER contact me again and I hung up.

All I could think about was how she had pulled a gun out of her purse the last time she had shown up at my apartment by surprise. She had given a fatal overdose of heroin to another woman, and had been accused by another of luring them to a ledge and trying to push her off. The one thing we all had in common was Dan. I called the number I had for Dan. It was disconnected. I thought about that weird situation with the cell phone she had purchased a couple of years earlier. I found that old number in my address book and called it except this time it wasn’t Dan’s voice on the answering machine it was mine. The psycho bitch had made a recording of my voicemail and had put it on a cell phone that she owned and once I discovered that pretty much everything fell very clearly into place. That was what had happened to that girl in Minneapolis, and that was why Dan had spent the last several months thinking he was contacting me. There was no relationship with Dan, it was all in Hannah’s head and she was frantically trying to keep other women away from him to protect her fantasy from imploding.

Hannah is psychotic. It is a mental disorder called erotomania and it is the fixed delusional belief that another person is secretly in love with you. Not everyone who has it will be violent, but some people are. In some cases other people are used in strange psychotic dramas and vicious smear campaigns that are aimed at trying to rearrange reality so that it conforms with the delusions inside of their head. The people that are perceived as standing in their way can be the victims of extreme violence.

Hannah showed up the next day at my apartment screaming at me to let her in. I would not and I was getting ready to call the police when she started crying and saying that Dan had killed himself and then she walked away and that was the last time I ever saw her. I spoke to my parents who told me that I had received several phone calls to their house from people letting me know the same thing.

I changed my phone number to keep her from contacting me. I contacted the police in Indiana who said if she showed up again that they could arrest her for felony intimidation but not for anything she had done months earlier. I contacted the police in Minneapolis but I knew very little information, only Hannah’s name, not where or when it had happened. I asked repeatedly to please be allowed to speak to someone but the woman on the phone said they weren’t interested in talking to me. I moved so she wouldn’t know where I lived. I cut myself off from anyone from my hometown who I thought might know her so nothing could ever get back to her about where I lived. The last I heard from her she was stalking some new guy down in Atlanta.

I would have been more than happy to meet the bitch in a courtroom but unfortunately the law is nothing like you see on TV. So unless I ever have the privilege of sitting in on her sentencing hearing, Hannah from Indiana, let’s not meet again.

Tldr; former friend turned out to be a psychotic stalker with a strange mental disorder who spent years engaged in bizarre and secretive behavior to attack or kill any woman who went near her imaginary boyfriend.
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