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When: Thursday, September 26, 2019; 9:00 a.m. & 10:00 a.m.
Where: Aptos Village Park Meeting Room (100 Aptos Creek Road)
Class Descriptions:
9:00 a.m. "Tips for MS4s: How to review ESCPs and perform storm water compliance inspections" QSP Jonah Sonner will talk to municipal staff about how to review an ESCP (erosion and sediment control plan) and perform storm water compliance inspections at construction sites. Jonah will share from his personal experience doing both of these activities at several Central Valley MS4s. There will be time for Q&As.
10:00 a.m. "BMP 101: How to Control Erosion and Sedimentation at Construction Sites" QSP Jonah Sonner will review the basics of controlling erosion and sedimentation at construction sites. BMPs to be discussed include fiber roll, silt fence, compost socks, curb cutbacks, gravel bag berms, drain inlet protection, track out control, stock pile management, and ways to establish an effective soil cover. This is a great workshop to invite contractors, municipal maintenance staff, and anyone who will be installing or inspecting BMPs.
Who Should Attend: Construciton site operators, property owners, contractors/sub-contractors, and municipal inspectors
Registration Required: Attendees may register for one or both classes here: https://www.stormwaterawareness.org/registration/student/list.php
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Topic: Antidote For Fruitlessness
(Open Heaven 18 June 2020)
Memorise: Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. – John 15:2
Read: Deuteronomy 7:12-15 (KJV)
13 And he will love thee, and bless thee, and multiply thee: he will also bless the fruit of thy womb, and the fruit of thy land, thy corn, and thy wine, and thine oil, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep, in the land which he sware unto thy fathers to give thee.
14 Thou shalt be blessed above all people: there shall not be male or female barren among you, or among your cattle.
15 And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness, and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee; but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.
Bible in One Year: Ecclesiastes 1-6
Open Heaven 18 June 2020 Thursday MESSAGE:
Many use the words barrenness and fruitfulness interchangeably, but there are marked differences between the two. Barrenness is the inability to bear fruit as a result of challenges that may be unknown to the victim and beyond his/her power to surmount. The solution to barrenness is ultimately in the hand of God. Fruitlessness is failure to bear fruit under normal circumstances, sometimes due to uncleanliness and sickness.
Our Lord Jesus Christ said that anyone not bearing fruit would be taken away. You will not be taken away from your place in the mighty name of Jesus.
Luke 13:6-9 amplifies the fruit-bearing responsibilities of children of God. The vinedresser in that parable is none other than Jesus the compassionate advocate, pleading on behalf of fruitless trees in the vineyard of God which is the world. I pray that all your efforts will not end up in fruitlessness in the mighty name of Jesus.
Are you bearing fruit? If so, what type? A sinner must bear fruit meet for repentance according to Matthew 3:8. For believers, we must win souls into the Kingdom thus fulfilling the Great Commission in Matthew 28:18-20. For believers more importantly, we must bear the fruit of the Spirit as documented in Galatians 5:22-23 which says:
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"22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, 23 Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."
Draw a soul-winning plan for yourself and your family and sincerely follow it through. Also, pray that the souls you win will abide after the conversion.
Being fruitful requires being genuinely born again and abiding in God. The Lord will give you the grace to bear much abiding fruit, in the mighty name of Jesus.
Open Heaven 18 June 2020 Thursday Prayer Point:
Father, please completely destroy fruitlessness in my life and family, in the mighty name of Jesus.
Open Heaven 18 June 2020 Thursday Hymn 28: There Shall Be Showers Of Blessing
- There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
- There shall be showers of blessing,
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.
- There shall be showers of blessing;
Send them upon us, O Lord;
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor Thy Word.
- There shall be showers of blessing:
Oh, that today they might fall,
Now as to God we're confessing,
Now as on Jesus we call!
- There shall be showers of blessing,
If we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
If we let God have His way.


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Submitted by Nathan 'Jolly' Green
A written reply to IWitness story
Gonsalves says NDP strategists cyber spying, tapping phone
Comrade, have you gone completely mad? Are you starting to imagine things, are there people peering in your bedroom windows while you are sleeping? Are your room and telephones bugged?
Since the 1970's the comrade has during times of personal stress claimed people are trying to kill him. He has made such claims several times since he has been PM even.
Paranoid schizophrenia, or schizophrenia with paranoia as doctors now call it, is the most common example of this kind of behaviour.
Schizophrenia is a kind of psychosis, which means your mind does not agree with reality. It affects how you think and behave. This can show up in different ways and at different times, even in the same person.
People with paranoid delusions are unreasonably suspicious of others.
Obesity is a common problem for people with schizophrenia, with an estimated 40-60% of this population being obese or overweight. Obesity among the mentally ill may contribute to adverse medical and psychological consequences as well as medication non-compliance and lower quality and enjoyment of life.
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What I have noticed is that whenever there is a stressful situation, he makes strange unfounded and unprovable claims.
1979, he was banned from Barbados, he claimed death threats.
Then before or around the time of almost every election, he makes strange claims, also each time he has been accused of rape or sexual assault, he starts acting weird again.
The SVG telephone exchange is in the grounds of Arnos Vale old airport. It has a room where the SVG police specialist technicians monitor phone calls and internet. Only they can listen to our phone calls, only they have the ability and the facility to tap our phones. Do they do that? Well, I suppose if they are there and that is their job, yes, they do. The comrade knows that, so where else can NDP illegal phone tappers listen to telephones? Only the ULP government and their political police have the facilities for that.
Gonsalves is running scared he is losing his grip on the people who he has so long fed and nurtured with a little money and some building materials. The NDP is way out front, so expect the comrade to invent all sorts of nonsense. He has already used the sympathy card with his family's illnesses and ailments.
Watch out for assassination threats, accusations of people using nasty tactics to win the elections. All these types of silliness will be used at this extremely stressful time for the comrade.
The people have their own eyes and can see what is going on, the rush to repair roads, paint buildings, to give money for whatever cause, all that lumber, cement and galvanize delivered to the supporters. Nothing for four years then a sudden gush.
People have had enough, they see how things work now, they watched and listened to the Yugge Farrell affairs. They have suffered not just undrivable roads, but un-walkable roads: no work or employment, small wages with no prospects. Wage slavery and mental slavery, whilst the ruling dynastical family ride in big cars wear expensive clothes. Travel around the world at a whim. Own the jobs, police, and judiciary, control the finances. Under the ULP administration, people see tame contactors getting contracts unjustly while others like the Balcomes are punished for speaking out. Whole families and their workforces destroyed Bigger Bigs, the De Freitas's, and so many more. Communist-style unjust grabbing of people's property, it is all happening, and we are expected not to see it, or to mention it.
Well, it is over comrade, we want you to leave government, take your family and dynasty with you, and whilst you are at it take your unelectable cousin with you as well.
What is a real shame is that the original publisher refuses to publish my replies, such a shame for history.


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Derek Chauvin found guilty of murder and manslaughter in death of George Floyd
April 20, 2021
(CNN) — Former Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin was convicted Tuesday on charges of murder and manslaughter in the death of George Floyd.
The jury of five men and seven women deliberated for four hours Monday afternoon and resumed deliberating Tuesday morning, according to the court. They were sequestered from the public during deliberations.
Chauvin, 45, had pleaded not guilty to second-degree unintentional murder, third-degree murder and second-degree manslaughter.
The deliberations began after three weeks of testimony in one of the most closely watched cases of the Black Lives Matter era. The prosecution's case against Chauvin featured 38 witnesses as they sought to show the former Minneapolis Police officer committed murder when he kneeled on the neck and back of Floyd, handcuffed and prone on the street, for 9 minutes and 29 seconds on May 25, 2020.
Prosecutors have repeatedly told jurors to "believe your eyes" and rely on the infamous bystander video of Floyd's death.
"This case is exactly what you thought when you saw it first, when you saw that video. It is exactly that. You can believe your eyes," prosecuting attorney Steve Schleicher said in closing arguments. "This wasn't policing. This was murder."
The defense called seven witnesses of its own — but not Chauvin himself, as he invoked his Fifth Amendment right not to testify.
Defense attorney Eric Nelson argued that Chauvin's use of force was unattractive but appropriate and said he was distracted by a crowd of hostile bystanders on the scene. He also argued that Floyd died due to fentanyl and methamphetamine use, his resistance of officers and his underlying heart problems, rather than due to Chauvin's actions.
The second-degree murder charge says Chauvin intentionally assaulted Floyd with his knee, which unintentionally caused Floyd's death. The third-degree murder charge says Chauvin acted with a "depraved mind, without regard for human life." And the second-degree manslaughter charge says Chauvin's "culpable negligence" caused Floyd's death.
The charges are to be considered separate, so Chauvin could be convicted of all, some or none of them. If convicted, Chauvin could face up to 40 years in prison for second-degree murder, up to 25 years for third-degree murder and up to 10 years for second-degree manslaughter.
The actual sentences would likely be much lower, though, because Chauvin has no prior convictions. Minnesota's sentencing guidelines recommend about 12.5 years in prison for each murder charge and about four years for the manslaughter charge.
Six of the jurors are White, four are Black and two are multiracial, according to information released by the court. Two other jurors who were initially selected as alternates were dismissed prior to the start of deliberations.
A nation waits on edge
Floyd's death last May set off unrest and mass protests challenging the ways that police treat Black people in the US. In a first for Minnesota, the trial has been broadcast live in its entirety to accommodate Covid-19 attendance restrictions, giving the public a rare look into the heart of the legal system.
Though the trial has focused specifically on Chauvin and Floyd, the stakes of the case were made clear last week when a police officer in nearby Brooklyn Center was charged with manslaughter after she fatally shot a 20-year-old Black man during a traffic stop.
Tensions are high throughout the Twin Cities region, and authorities have ramped up security in anticipation of a verdict. The Hennepin County Government Center has been surrounded by fencing and barricades since jury selection began in March.
More than 3,000 Minnesota National Guard members have also been activated in the Twin Cities, while businesses in Minneapolis have boarded up windows.
President Joe Biden on Tuesday said he is praying for the "right" verdict in the case, noting that the evidence is, in his view, "overwhelming." He also said he spoke with Floyd's family on Monday.
"They're a good family, and they're calling for peace and tranquility, no matter what that verdict is," he told reporters in the Oval Office.
Prosecutor says trial is 'pro-police'
In the prosecution's first phase of the trial, video from the scene and bystanders' testimony revealed Floyd gasping for air and saying "I can't breathe" 27 times under Chauvin's restraint. Next, a series of police supervisors and use-of-force experts — including Minneapolis Police Chief Medaria Arradondo — criticized Chauvin's continued kneeling as excessive and unreasonable, particularly after Floyd had passed out, stopped breathing and had no pulse.
Finally, five separate medical experts explained that Floyd died from a lack of oxygen when Chauvin restricted his ability to breathe in what's known as "positional asphyxia."
In the state's closing argument, Schleicher said Chauvin kneeled on Floyd for so long because of his pride and his ego in the face of concerned bystanders.
"He was not going to let these bystanders tell him what to do. He was going to do what he wanted, how he wanted, for as long as he wanted. And there was nothing, nothing they can do about it because he had the authority. He had the power, and the other officers, the bystanders were powerless," he said. "He was trying to win, and George Floyd paid for it with his life."
He contrasted Chauvin's "ego-based pride" with the proper feelings of pride in wearing a police badge and praised policing as a noble profession. He insisted the state was prosecuting Chauvin individually — not policing in general.
"This is not an anti-police prosecution; it is a pro-police prosecution," he said. "There is nothing worse for good police than bad police."
In response, Nelson said Chauvin acted as a "reasonable officer" would in that situation and said there was no evidence he intentionally or purposefully used force that was unlawful.
"You have to look at it from the reasonable police officer standard. You have to take into account that officers are human beings, capable of making mistakes in highly stressful situations," Nelson said. "In this case, the totality of the circumstances that were known to a reasonable police officer in the precise moment the force was used demonstrates that this was an authorized use of force, as unattractive as it may be. This is reasonable doubt."
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Magpie Sequence
The Charm of Magpies Series (Fantasy, Victorian England, m/m)
The romance and adventures of smuggler-turned-aristocrat Lord Crane and magical law enforcer Stephen Day.
1.5) 'Interlude with Tattoos' extra story included in The Magpie Lord
2.5 'A Case of Spirits' extra story included in A Case of Possession
3.5) Feast of Stephen extra story included in Flight of Magpies
3.6) Free series epilogue 'Five for Heaven'
There is also a free story 'The Smuggler and the Warlord' giving a prequel glimpse at Crane's life in China.
The Charm of Magpies World (Fantasy, Victorian England, m/m)
Stories set in the Magpie world with overlapping characters.
Jonah Pastern, a magically gifted thief, meets Ben Spenser, policeman. Set after Flight of Magpies and contains spoilers for that book.
Waste-paper dealer Ned Hall encounters trainee magician Crispin Tredarloe in a frantic search for missing magical paper. Novelette, set during the period of A Case of Possession.
Ned and Crispin's relationship is tested by Crispin's ambition and a series of mysterious deaths. Set during the period of Flight of Magpies / Jackdaw.
London Sequence
Three series set in the same world, linked characters.
The Society of Gentlemen Series (Historical, Regency, m/m)
A group of gentlemen finding love amid the turbulent politics of the late Regency
0.5) The Ruin of Gabriel Ashleigh
Young wastrel Lord Gabriel Ashleigh and wealthy commoner Francis Webster face off over a game of cards with high stakes. Novelette.
Radical Harry Vane is reclaimed by his noble family. Icy-cold dandy Julius Norreys tries to teach him to become a gentleman…
Politics collide with romance as Home Office official Dominic Frey discovers his anonymous lover is Silas Mason, radical bookseller and suspected seditionist.
2.5) Free story: 'A Confidential Problem'
Powerful nobleman Lord Richard Vane and his scheming valet David Cyprian can solve most things—but the class divide between them may tear them apart.
3.5) Free series epilogue: 'A Private Miscellany'
The Sins of the Cities series (Historical, Victorian, 1870s. Definitely read these in order!)
Unconventional Victorians caught up in a sensation-novel plot. Contains fog and murder.
1) An Unseen Attraction (m/m)
Lodging-house keeper Clem Talleyfer and taxidermist Rowley Green are two reserved men who just want a quiet life, until they get mixed up in murder.
2) An Unnatural Vice (m/m)
Crusading journalist Nathaniel Roy is determined to expose fake spiritualist and charlatan Justin Lazarus—until they both get dragged into the ongoing murder mystery.
3) An Unsuitable Heir (m/enby)
Trapeze artist Pen Starling and private detective Mark Braglewicz must find a way to each other as the mystery comes to an explosive end.
The Lilywhite Boys series (Historical, Victorian, 1890s)
A pair of jewel thieves pride themselves on not getting caught, but pride comes before a fall…
0.5) The Rat-Catcher's Daughter (m/trans f)
A prequel story, starring music hall singer Miss Christiana and the Lilywhite Boys' fence Stan Kamarzyn. Novelette.
1) Any Old Diamonds (m/m)
Alec Pyne recruits the notorious jewel thieves the Lilywhite Boys to rob his father, the Duke of Ilvar. This means him getting a lot closer to thief Jerry Crozier than either of them had expected.
2) Gilded Cage (m/f)
Jewel thief Templeton Lane is wanted for murder, and the only person who can help him is private detective Susan Lazarus. Unfortunately, they have history…
3) Masters in this Hall (m/m)
John Garland is jobless, alone, and determined to avenge himself on the thief who ruined his life. All he wants for Christmas is to see Barnaby Littimer in gaol. But there's more to it than meets the eye. Novella .
England World
Linked but no need to read the novels in order.
1) Proper English (f/f, Edwardian, murder mystery)
House-party shenanigans abound as champion shot Patricia Merton meets social butterfly Fenella Carruth–her host's fiancée.
2) Think of England (m/m, Edwardian, pulp thriller)
Boer War veteran Archie Curtis collides with decadent poet Daniel da Silva for more house party murder shenanigans.
2.5) 'Song for a Viking' free epilogue to Think of England
The Will Darling Adventures (1920s, m/m)
A pulp adventure romance trilogy starring dodgy aristo Kim Secretan and soldier-turned-bookseller Will Darling. (No HEA till the third book.)
2.5) Free story 'To Trust Man on His Oath'
3) Subtle Blood
3.5) Free Will Darling/Think of England series epilogue 'How Goes the World?'
Green Men World
Occult England.
The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal (paranormal m/m, occult detective, 1890s to WW1)
Journalist Robert Caldwell recounts his life with ghost-hunter Simon Feximal in a series of ghostly investigations.
Remnant (co-written with Jordan L Hawk). Free Secret Casebook linked story (crossover with Jordan's Whyborne & Griffin series).
Spectred Isle (paranormal m/m, 1920s)
Disgraced archaeologist Saul Lazenby and occultist Randolph Glyde take on a mystery that threatens London. (This is Green Men #1, the series is as yet incomplete)
Gentle Art World
Heyer but gayer. The first two can be read in any order.
1) The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting (Regency m/m)
Grumpy baronet Sir John Hartlebury intends to protect his niece from glib fortune hunter Robin Loxleigh. Which he does. Sort of.
2) A Thief in the Night (Regency m/m)
An exasperated (and bankrupt) earl and a penniless thief join forces to retrieve a stolen bracelet.
2.5) Free story 'A Rose by Any Name' with Robin and Toby's reunion, coming out in my newsletter in April 2023.
The Doomsday Books
Smugglers on Romney Marsh. The two books are linked: can be read as standalone but #2 will have spoilers for #1!
1) The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen (m/m, 1810)
Newly promoted baronet Sir Gareth Inglis finds himself living on the remote Romney Marsh…all too close to his former lover, the smuggler Joss Doomsday.
2) A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (m/m, 1823)
Standalone Books
The Henchmen of Zenda (alt-late Victorian adventure, m/m)
A reworking of pulp classic The Prisoner of Zenda with a different perspective and a lot more banging. Not a conventional HEA as such.
The Price of Meat (f/f, horror, novelette)
A horror story based on the Sweeney Todd legend. Not a romance!
The following are all standalone books but set in the same world and very, very loosely linked by a fictional filthy novel called Jonathan by Theodore Swann. No reading order!
Wanted, a Gentleman (m/m novella, Georgian, 1805)
Businessman Martin St Vincent and dodgy author Theo Swann set off on a road-trip to pursue a runaway couple, and find love on the way.
Linked free story: 'Wanted, an Author'
Band Sinister (m/m, Georgian, 1807)
Retiring young scholar Guy Frisby is forced into company with notorious rake Sir Philip Rookwood, who turns out to be a lot more charming than he expects…
Unfit to Print (m/m novella, Victorian, 1870s)
Lawyer Vikram Pandey unexpectedly encounters his old school friend Gil Lawless, now a bookseller of ill repute, in the course of a search for a missing boy.


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What a fun time! Your nephew is precious...not much beats seeing a child's reaction to Disney.ReplyDeleteReplies
It's fun to go with the grown ups, but we LOVE going with kids! Well, the well rested and fed kids, haha!Delete
Love your dress! Also, the adult Simba pic is hilarious haha.ReplyDeleteReplies
Thank you! It was the perfect outfit for keeping cool. We could not stop laughing when my husband and brother in law did the Simba picture. It was hysterical! I didn't even point it out hoping somebody would crack up when they noticed it.Delete
How sweet! What a fun family trip with so many people! We didn't get to see any of the fireworks when we were there in March, but I'm hopeful we'll catch them next time.ReplyDeleteReplies
Big groups are fun, but it is a serious challenge getting everybody to head in one direction! I felt a lot of pressure, since everyone was kind of looking to be to be the 'cruise director'!Delete
That's cool that you can go whenever - defo takes the stress out of having to do everything at once! Omg, he's soo cute!!ReplyDelete
I love it!!! He is so cute!!ReplyDelete
These are such adorable pictures and it looks like it was such a fun day at the park!ReplyDelete


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I wanted to know if my current difficulties were going to be an obstacle to productive work, and so I took on this ring as a challenge. The ring you're looking at is made with
avionics grade stainless steel safety lock-wire
The wire is 0.032" in diameter, (translates to 20g), and the knot is a five-lead with nine bights, or loops around the edges. About a size 10 or so, a little loose on my right hand, but quite comfortable. I may try another, with a gold center strand. It would be well-nigh indestructible, I think, with the steel providing protection to the gold, so one could wear it while working with tools, something I usually recommend against.
Yes, I suppose I could add these to the available selections in an order for a ring... but I'm not sure I could charge reasonably for the amount of labor. Feel free to send inquiries, though; we can talk about it.
This is a much smaller ring, made with 0.020" stainless steel lock-wire, an xmas present for my grand-niece. She may lose it, but she won't be able to do it any physical damage!
I got some 0.016" stainless lock-wire and made rope (triple twist) of it. I added a strand of gold down the middle of the doubled 5x9 pattern, and it looks pretty good. I think I'll wear this one for a while.
Here's a custom ring that I finished at the end of May, 2012. Stainless steel and 18K yellow gold.
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The Hotel Tehran
March, 2014.
The Hotel Tehran is the nastiest deathtrap in all of Iran. Every insurgent within 50 miles of Tehran has either bombed or plans to bomb the hotel in the near future.
Nevertheless, there is no vacancy.
The man responsible for a full hotel is Rich Seal, a.k.a. the Prince, who at 10 o'clock in the morning is crossing the shag-carpeted lobby with his leather briefcase in hand and a smile on his face. The situation definitely looks good. Every threadbare room in the hotel is packed with spies from the C.I.A., the State Department, the F.B.I.—all of them paying peak-season rates. Prince could proudly say that in the eight months since the invasion of Iran, not a single noteworthy customer staying in his hotel had been killed. Naturally, everything isn't perfect. The locals constantly gripe about Prince's trigger-happy employees. There's the ever-present threat of congressional oversight. But with the Iraq War over and the Afghanistan War winding down, Iran is Prince's most dependable revenue stream—not too hot, not too slow, and no end in sight. So it's with a high level of confidence that Prince arrives at Seamus McKinney's hotel room to renew his contract.
"Morning everybody!" Prince says cheerily, waving to Seamus and Ted before heading to the kitchenette for a cup of coffee.
Seamus is the number one U.S. spy in Iran. He runs a U.S. government agency that doesn't exist, with an unlimited budget that no one accounts for, and nothing happens in Tehran without his approval. At the moment he's sitting at a small round table with the New York Times Sunday Edition spread out before him. Seamus grunts hello through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, skim milk leaking through the edge of his lips, as he fluffs the newspaper to make it lay down smoothly.
Ted, a career C.I.A. man, watches over Seamus's shoulder as Seamus meticulously adds upper-case letters to empty crossword boxes.
"I don't know how he does it," Ted says admiringly, gazing down at Seamus's handiwork. Three quarters of the crossword boxes are filled-in with red ballpoint pen—no cross-outs. "But he does it."
The cupboard is empty. Prince searches the pile of dishes in the stainless steel sink until he finds a white coffee mug with a soggy teabag still inside. His throat goes dry. He holds the coffee mug up to his nose and sniffs deeply. Chamomile, just as he suspected. And if the tea bag isn't proof enough, red lipstick stains the rim of the mug—a particular shade of red Prince knows all too well. He scrubs the cup clean of any trace of her, and fills it with mail-order Starbucks.
"Where's the vanilla creamer?" Prince hollers, peering inside the mini-fridge. He pushes aside the ketchup and mayonnaise and a six-pack of Hofbrau to view the rear of the fridge. "There was a half carton of vanilla in here on Tuesday."
"Use the hazelnut," Ted calls from the next room.
"I'm allergic to nuts," Prince said as he joins the two men at the table with a cup of black coffee. He reaches inside his briefcase and pulls out two identical contracts typed on white paper and places them on the table.
"There aren't any actual nuts in the creamer," Ted says. "Seamus, are there actual nuts in the creamer?"
"There are no nuts in the creamer," Seamus says, deliberately setting his coffee cup down on Prince's papers. A muddy ring of coffee seeps outward, soiling the title: Contract Extension, Principle Risk Management, LLC.
"If you're here to ask about Lucy's report," Seamus says, returning to his crossword, "my answer is the same as yesterday."
"But you must have some idea," Prince replies.
Lucy Freeman was the chamomile tea-drinking, red-lipstick-wearing Inspector General for the State Department. She was in charge of all contracts in Iran—including Prince's.
"Lucy and I don't talk," Seamus says. "I'll know what's in her report when she turns it in."
"When's that?"
"When. She. Turns. It. In."
Seamus pushes aside Prince's contract to make more room for the newspaper. He unfolds a pocket knife and surgically slices the crossword puzzle from the newspaper and hands it to Ted, who in turn thumbtacks it three quarters of the way down on a wall lined from floor to ceiling with eight months of chronologically ordered crosswords, each one filled in with red ink. Ted writes the number "241" above the puzzle.
Seamus grunts appreciatively and turns to Prince, "A new secret weapon arrived last night," Seamus says casually, tugging at the corner of the tablecloth. "His name's Joe. He's a Private First Class out of Fort Bragg." Seamus nods to Ted.
"Joe's volunteered for a top secret experiment," Ted says, pushing a laptop across the table. On the screen was the picture of a skinny young man in his official photo from Army basic training.
"Is this a joke?" Prince asks, feeling foolish. Were they screwing with him? He never liked spies. They think they're smarter than everyone else—smarter, especially, than security contractors. "When this war started, this kid's mom was still wiping the snot from his nose."
"Joe's the latest out of Aberdeen's bio-transformation division," Ted says. "A Variable-platform Airborne Multi-exsanguination Prototype."
"What's that? Some kind of super-soldier?" The scrawny youth on the computer screen stared rebelliously at Prince.
"He's a vampire," Ted says.
"Get the hell out of here!" Prince laughs. Ted doesn't smile. Seamus wipes his thick lips with a rumpled paper napkin and stares dully at Prince.
"Wait…" Prince stammers. "You're serious? But the Pentagon scrapped the vampire program back in, what…'99? Along with the Cherokee attack helicopter. Cost overruns. Not to mention it was a stupid idea to start with... ."
"It's a brilliant idea!" Seamus cries, banging a thick fist on the table. The milk in his cereal bowl slops over the edge. "It's the kind of out-of-the-box thinking this war needs. Listen, Prince. I've garroted Commies in Red Square, ran Honduran death squads, armed Kosovar militias, water-boarded Taliban … but I've never seen anything as promising as Joe."
"Joe's made from original Styrian mast cells," Ted explains. "All it took was a bone marrow transplant, a pair of orthodontic implants, a daily cocktail of desmodus rotundus pineal gland blended with the latest in human growth hormone and voilà! You've got yourself a vampire. Joe's a fairly straightforward liquidation weapon. In laboratory tests, after accounting for the particular viciousness of the test subjects in Guantanamo, he was able to handle on average 27 combatants per session with 100 percent kill rate. For now, Joe doesn't have any traditional Hollywood vampire skills like metamorphosis or mind control."
"They're working on it!" Seamus crows. He'd moved to the bathroom to begin his morning ablutions. His enormous pink body wiggling loosely in the bathroom mirror, lips retracting to the gums as he flosses his teeth.
"There are a few side effects—all within acceptable limits—which one expects at this stage of development," Ted adds. "You know, sensitivity to daylight and the occasional exhibition of poor judgment and so on, but the important thing is that Joe's been cleared for duty."
While Ted rambles, Prince walks to the window. If Joe's as good as Seamus and Ted claim, Principle Risk Management is in big trouble. How could he compete with the massive spending power of the Pentagon? If Prince invested every cent he'd earned in Iran, it would still take years to develop a comparable vampire. This nauseates Prince; he grips the window sill and looks outside to distract him.
A platoon of his guards are patrolling the front gate. The guards are short, brown, and stocky; all of them Gurkhas from Nepal. Prince had crunched the numbers; Americans are too expensive for gate duty. He considered using Fijians but they have a reputation as bullies and thieves, which doesn't fly in a customer-service industry. Hondurans seemed like a good low-cost alternative, but they are sweet and lazy. All-in-all, the Nepalese are the most cost-effective.
Prince opens the window, flooding the room with petro fumes from the Tehran refinery. Diesel generators rumble in the distance, along with the occasional flurried popping of automatic weapons. A pair of Apache helicopters lift off in a cloud of dust. The day is bright and windy. Staccatoed clouds range across the blue Tehran sky like white buffalo in stampede.
"What a day!" Ted exclaims, joining Prince next to the window. Ted takes a deep breath and puts his hands on his waist, stretching left and right.
"Biotransformation is heavy stuff for a kid like Joe," Prince says quietly.
Ted stops mid-stretch to glare at Prince.
"Joe's 19," Seamus counters from the bed, where he's sitting, inspecting his calloused feet. "In America, 19 means Joe's an adult. Don't waste any tears on Joe, Prince. He's a courageous kid and he's an adult."
"What about my guys?" Prince asks. "My guys can do the same job and they're not that young. Joe's too young to handle Tehran."
"Your guys were that young once. Don't give me that, Prince. We were all that young once. Besides, Joe's a volunteer. Your guys are in it for a buck and Joe's doing it for his country."
"We're patriots, too, you know," Prince said. "You don't have to volunteer to be a patriot."
Ted slams the window shut. The mechanical pumping of Tehran ceases. Seamus continues to trim his toenails, patiently accumulating a pile of tiny horny-skinned scimitars.
"I want you to show Joe around," Seamus says. "Take him under your wing. No one knows Tehran like you, Prince. He'll be working the tough spots. You know the spots. Ted, where's Joe going tonight?"
"I think it's a group elimination … lemme see here …" Ted scrolls through his Blackberry, "What's today, the 12th? We've got Joe scheduled to eliminate a death squad in the Northeast."
"One kid to handle an entire death squad?" Prince scoffs. "That's a suicide mission! Count me out. Why should I watch this kid get killed?"
"I'll tell you why," Seamus says. "Because unless you go with Joe, I won't sign this." Seamus grabs Prince's contract from the table and tosses it on his bed. Prince puts the contract back in the briefcase.
"I'll do it."
"And I'll sign it," Seamus smiles. "Just as soon as I hear from Lucy."
Prince takes a shortcut through the crowded hotel café, nodding to familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. The bleary-eyed analysts are coming off the graveyard shift, popping open Hofbraus over plates of runny eggs and turkey bacon, noisily debating the finer points of interrogation and high-tech wiretapping.
He walks into the hotel gym and looks around. The cardiovascular room is empty except for a fit middle-aged woman pumping away on a Stairmaster 2000 in pink spandex shorts, a Gold's Gym training bra, and pink Nike cross-trainers with neon yellow laces. Reggaeton is booming from the ottoman-sized Bose surround-sound speakers hanging from the ceiling. Lucy is simultaneously watching CNN on the 40-inch plasma TV, reading Foreign Affairs magazine, and thumbing out e-mails on her Blackberry.
In the Stairmaster cup-holder rests a tall glass filled with viscous red liquid over ice. Prince takes a sniff, then a sip.
"Red Bull," Lucy huffs, wiping her brow with a white terrycloth towel. "There's more in the fridge." Prince opens a can and walks to the bench press. He pumps out three quick sets while Lucy finishes her workout.
"One hour four minutes," she pants, climbing off the machine. "1,322 calories. 93 percent heart rate. Not bad on four hours sleep."
Lucy slurps down the last of her drink.
"Be a good boy and rub my back, will you? I did two hours of Krav Maga yesterday and my shoulders are killing me."
Prince obediently rubs her back while she sits on an exercise ball.
"Mmmm … that feels so good," Lucy moans. Lucy's muscles feel tender as baby veal beneath Prince's fingers.
"I hate to talk shop, baby," Prince says, digging his hands into her shoulders as Lucy moans again. "But Seamus is making a big deal over your report. Of course I told him not to worry…" Prince trails off meaningfully.
"Honey, you know Congress doesn't like it when their money goes missing," Lucy mumbles.
Prince drops his hands.
"Don't stop!" Lucy snaps.
"Look," Prince says, resuming the massage, "just because I specialize in private security doesn't make me a crook."
"Then why are you chartered in Delaware, headquartered in Dubai, with all your finances funneled through the Maldives?"
"It's called globalization—everyone is doing it. It's the American way. You spend money to make money. Even you can't argue with that. Even you agree that you have to spend money to make money."
"I wish I could help, honey," she says, standing up abruptly. She shrugs off Prince's grasp. "But if I don't bust someone soon, they'll give my job to Karla Wooster. You know how much I hate that bitch."
Prince watches as Lucy disappears into the ladies locker room. How he got to this awful place, he has no idea. When he woke up this morning he was on top of the world. Now, a few hours later, no one wants to be his friend. Prince wanders out of the gym and into the hallway and halfway back to his room, he decides a night on the town with the vampire kid might be the only way out of this mess.
Prince orders a beer in the hotel lobby. Between sips of Hofbrau, he scans the crowd out of habit. He doesn't pay any mind to the usual comings and goings of the hotel; he only recognizes threats. As it turns out, everything in the lobby is normal. Iranian informants looking for payouts. Prostitutes pretending to be informants, also looking for money. Tables overflowing with green cans of Hofbrau and empty bottles of bootleg whisky. Waiters in black shirts. Cooks in greasy white aprons. Ashtrays crammed with cigarette butts. The usual.
As he drains his beer, a young man walks to the edge of the lobby and looks around nervously. The kid is wearing dark sunglasses, baggy blue jeans, and a faded black hoodie with "Skate or Die" scrawled across the chest. The hood is up over his narrow head, partially covering a high and tight haircut. His face is pale and drawn. He has earbuds in and an iPhone tucked in his rear pocket. Prince nods when the kid looks over.
"You Prince?" the kid asks, yanking a single earbud out, the white cord dangling down his chest.
"I'm Prince."
The kid sits down heavily and opens a bottle of water. "I'm always thirsty these days," he says self-consciously, polishing off the liter bottle in one long gulp.
"Could be the anti-rejection drugs," Prince says.
Joe's eyes grow wide. He looks around to see if anyone has overheard, then leans in close.
"Seamus told you?"
"Of course," Prince says. "He told everyone."
Joe stares at Prince, mouth open until Prince smiles. A wave of relief flashes across Joe's face. "Yo, dude … yo! You really had me going … no doubt!"
Prince puts on a serious face. "We've got work tonight."
Joe nods solemnly.
"Let's meet at the front gate. Say, oh-one-hundred?"
"Sounds good to me. And thanks, Prince."
"Try to get some sleep." Prince squeezes Joe's shoulder and heads for the elevators. As he rounds the corner, his sixth sense makes him turnaround. From the far side of the lobby, a blonde-haired woman stands up and makes her way next to Joe. She situates herself directly in front of him, her tight miniskirt right at Joe's eye level. "So, you must be
Joe …" she says, bending over to give Joe a look.
Prince stalks back to his room, fuming. He flops down on the bed, opens a can of Pringles and pops them in his mouth three at a time. Why should I care? He thinks. Lucy is using him as a pawn. Seamus's spy game. Nothing more. Still, Joe's a young guy, trim and fit. Prince runs a hand across his thickening midriff. For 10 years, he'd been classifying his belly as a temporary ailment, like a cold or the flu. They'll see I'm still in the game, he decides. To prove it, he polishes off the entire can of chips and throws the empty container across the room, missing the wastebasket by a yard.
At 1 a.m., Prince's best Gurkha is standing by at the front gate of the hotel with an old white Volga sedan. Roika, a squat, thick-necked brute from western Nepal, opens the trunk. Prince and Joe climb in. Joe is in the same clothes he'd worn earlier, but Prince has gone local: baggy linen pants and shirt and green rubber sandals.
A half mile up river, Roika snuffs the headlights and Prince and Joe hop out under an overpass. The Volga's engine pops twice and Roika roars back to the front gate. The moon hangs low in the western sky, the last shreds of moonlight clinging to the concrete walls. Across the highway, the New International Zone is lit up bright as daylight, its faithful congregation of generators humming a vigil through the night. Prince and Joe strike out along a dirt path, and then dogleg uptown. The autumn air is warm and a sullen mist cloaks the city in a sleepy white pall. All around, the darkness expands with small noises, the night sounds of the city passing around them.
Prince motions Joe to take a knee. The two listen in silence as the swish of legs, a band of Iranian insurgents, eight men in all, pass by not 20 feet away. The Iranians are dressed in black, wearing black balaclavas over their faces.
"I can take them!" Joe whispers.
"Remember the mission!" Prince whispers back.
Joe nods, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand.
They start moving again, through the shabby commercial district as it changes into middle-class neighborhoods, and then into slums spattered with holes from heavy machine gun fire.
With every step, Joe grows more and more erratic, jumping at every shadow.
Not a good trait in a vampire, Prince thinks.
"Why did you join the Army?" Prince whispers, hoping to distract Joe.
"I turned six years old on September 11, 2001," Joe whispers back, burying his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "I grew up wanting get Osama bin Laden and everything, you know what I mean? That kind of thing. And college money." At a dark, empty intersection, Joe looks right and left before crossing the street. "And I guess I've always liked vampire movies," he adds. "Dracula, Twilight, and that old one with Wesley Snipes—you know the one. He's got a sword and that black leather overcoat."
"Snipes kills vampires in that movie," Prince says. "By cutting their heads off."
"Yeah, that's the one! That's a great one. Wesley Snipes—there's a guy who walks the walk. You think he's still alive?" Joe asks, his face a spider web of rising red and blue blood vessels. "He was a black belt in shotokan and like 10 other things. The real deal—slash, whack, hiiiyaaa!" Joe does a few kicks and slashes in the street to demonstrate, startling a pack of stray dogs sleeping in a nearby garbage heap. When mutts howl in protest, lightning-fast Joe pounces on the nearest dog, a dirty white mongrel, gripping it by the throat. The wet-eyed dog whines and yelps, helplessly thrashing in Joe's superhuman grip.
"For Christ's sake, Joe, it's a dog!"
Joe, his mouth poised to tear into the mutt's belly, stops. He stares at the dog, its stubby legs frantically pawing the air. Joe sets down the mutt and watches as it tears off down the street, howling.
"Sorry about that," Joe apologizes. "I swear to God I love dogs. It's just that the longer I go without eating—I mean—drinking, the crazier I get."
"Let's get you fed then," Prince says, falling in a step behind Joe, one hand on the grip of his pistol. They walk in silence until Prince calls a halt at the entrance to a narrow cul-de-sac lined with dead bushes and palm trees.
Prince checks the address and points to a dilapidated cinder-block home with a withered garden, shaded patio, and a head-high concrete privacy wall. A dim light glows toward the rear of the house. There are no sentries in sight.
"This is it," Prince whispers. "These are our boys."
Joe leans his skinny body against the solid steel gate door and with a quick shove, snaps the door off its hinges. Prince raises a hand just as Joe's about to toss the door through the front window. Shrugging, Joe gently leans the door against the wall, next to a broom made of palm fronds and twine. They creep silently forward and peer through a window. A boom box playing Egyptian hip-hop sits atop a dresser. In the corner, a young boy with a mop of black hair bobs his head to the music as he strips the copper from a bail of heavy electrical wire. At his feet, a pile of stripped black rubber lies motionless as snakeskins.
In the main room, six men with Kalashnikovs sit cross-legged on the stone floor, arguing over a map spread out before them.
"I'll take the three on the left," Prince says in a low voice, pistol in hand. Joe is mewling softly, his hot breath bathing Prince's neck. "You take the three on the right, you hear me? On the right. I'll—"
Before Prince can finish the sentence, Joe bounds past him, smashing through the door and into the room with the insurgents. Prince freezes in the doorway, mouth open as Joe does his work. There is surprisingly little noise aside from the occasional snap of bones crunching underfoot, a few wet thumps, and some abbreviated screams. The sparingly furnished room has become a stinking mess of blood and guts. Body parts thrown around like clothes in a messy closet. As for Joe, the feeding has filled out his gaunt frame. The paleness has receded and a youthful luster returned to his face.
Joe, gnawing on the leg of a fat Iranian man, notices Prince standing there. His eyes narrow. Prince backs out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Joe asks, absent-mindedly cracking the femur and sucking out the marrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The room behind Prince is dark. He fumbles for the light switch. The room floods with bright, glorious light. Prince backs into a corner and aims his pistol at the doorway as Joe wobbles into the room, his gait unsteady, like a drunk leaving a bar after an all-night bender. His face is flush and plump and content until the bright lights hit him. He throws an arm over his eyes.
"Dude, Prince! Turn off the lights. You know I can't see a thing!" Joe's hoodie is smeared with clotted blood. He waves a hand in front of him. From his wrist dangles a butterflied esophagus, almost like a salesman displaying a necktie. When Prince doesn't answer, Joe makes his way back to the killing room.
"Whatever, man. Thought we were friends."
The feasting goes on for an hour before the sounds of slurping and crunching stop. Prince waits another hour before risking a peek. Joe is curled up on the ground, snoring away in a sopping pool of blood. The Iranian boy, who earlier was listening to music, is tucked under Joe's arm, still alive and squirming. The boy looks pleadingly at Prince. Prince averts his eyes, nudging Joe awake with the toe of his boot.
"Huh? Wuh?" Joe mumbles, waking up. He rubs his eyes.
"Where am I?"
He looks around the blood-soaked room.
"Ooooooh. That's right."
Prince motions to the boy under Joe's arm. Joe flushes.
"Oh right … um … well, Seamus doesn't have anything scheduled for tomorrow night." Joe gives the boy a pinch, and the boy passes out. "So I thought, no sense in letting good food go to waste. Right?"
"No doubt," Prince says.
The next afternoon, unshowered, his eyes bloodshot from tossing and turning all night, Prince works up the nerve to confront Seamus. The New York Times crossword for the day is already pinned to the wall. Seamus sits at the table in his boxer shorts, shoveling lamb and hot red peppers into his mouth, his massive stomach expanding to meet the latest demands upon it. Ted is baking cookies in the kitchenette. Prince opens his mouth to speak but Seamus holds up a hand to stop him.
"Chocolate chip?" Seamus calls out, sniffing the air.
"Keep guessing!" Ted sings from the kitchenette.
"Peanut butter," Prince says. He takes a seat across the table from Seamus.
"Spoilsport," Ted says in a hurt voice. He hands Seamus a wooden spoon covered in cookie batter. Seamus eyeballs Prince as he licks the spoon greedily.
"What'd I say about Joe?" Seamus asks. "With equipment like him, we'll win this war no time."
"In no time at all," Ted echoes. "With Joe."
"And since we won't need guards with Joe around," Seamus says in between licks of the spoon, "we thought you security contractors might be able to pick up a shift or two—in the kitchen."
"Come on, Prince, say you'll do it," Ted begs, theatrically falling to his knees. "I'm dying for some Nepalese food!"
The two men crack up laughing, slapping high-fives.
"But … that kid is a menace!" Prince cries.
"Six clean kills and no complications. How's he a menace?"
"What do you mean no complications?" Prince asks. "That kid nearly killed me last night, along with the rest of them."
"Oh, that," Ted says, wrinkling his nose.
"I ordered a hundred just like Joe," Seamus says. "With an option for a thousand more."
"Joe's success has made Seamus the new 'it-boy' in Washington," Ted says as he sets a plate of steaming cookies on the table. "I'm dying to know what's next. Director of the C.I.A.? Secretary of Defense? Dare I say it … Vice President Seamus McKinney?"
Seamus hands Ted the wooden spoon, licked clean, and reaches for the top cookie on the plate. Ted spanks the back of Seamus's hand with the spoon.
"Let them cool!"
"But I want one now," Seamus complains, rubbing the back of his hand.
"Goddamnit, Seamus, listen to me!" Prince cries. Seamus ignores him, and redoubles his effort to take the cookies from Ted, knocking Prince's contract off the table in the process, a flutter of pages disappearing beneath the table. Prince drops to his knees and crawls under the table, grabbing the contract. He looks up just in time to see Seamus chasing Ted across the room with the spoon, both of them giggling like school boys playing hooky. Prince feels something collapse inside him.
I'm fucked, he thinks. Totally, permanently fucked.
"What do you think, Prince?"
Prince slowly climbs out from under the table. Seamus and Ted are red-faced and breathing heavily, staring at him.
"Think about what?"
"About letting cookies cool before you eat them!" Ted says, exasperated. "Haven't you been paying attention at all?"
"Let them cool," Prince says. "Always let the cookies cool before you eat them."
For the second night in a row, Prince finds himself alone in the lobby, drinking beer. He polishes off his third can when Joe stumbles into the carpeted foyer like a meth addict. He's wearing an Army-issue field jacket over his freshly laundered hoodie, a skull cap pulled down low over his ears. He's shivering and talking too fast. The kid is completely tweaked out.
"Is that you Prince? Are we on for tomorrow? We got work tomorrow, don't we?" Joe stammers. His eyes dart about. "Hey man, why is everybody staring at me?" The lobby is empty but for a couple of contractors steadily drinking beer and minding their own business. "Who are they looking at? I don't like people looking at me—"
"No one's looking at you, Joe," Prince says, forcing Joe to take a seat in the corner. "Take a deep breath. That's right." Joe breathes deeply, his bloodshot gaze swinging wildly back and forth.
"I'm sorry, Prince. I'm starving man. I gotta eat."
"Have you … you know … the boy?"
"No no no no! If I eat him too early I might get hungry before tomorrow and then I'd have to scrounge up something around here," Joe trails off. His eyes bug out and his skin turns translucent, just like last night, immediately before Joe feasted.
"Bring some beers back to your room with you. Pretty soon you'll have a full belly. Everything will be fine."
"That's a good idea," Joe says. He turns his hungry gaze on Prince. "Hey, you want to come up to my place for a beer?"
"Some other time," Prince says quickly. "I don't feel like celebrating."
He watches Joe call the elevator, and waves as the door closes.
That kid is a train wreck, Prince thinks. And Ted and Seamus despise me.
There's only one person who can save his contract now.
Lucy opens her door wearing red flannel pajamas. Her luxurious hair, dyed blonde to cover up her gray streaks, is brushed to a sheen. She has a toothbrush in her hand.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Lucy says. She draws Prince into her room. "I was in such a wicked mood the other day." They sit on the edge of the bed holding hands.
"You hate me because of that silly report, huh?" Lucy says, tugging seductively at Prince's elbow. "You shouldn't worry so much. Other companies have stolen a lot more than your company. And those companies still have government contracts. After they convict you, call a press conference. Tell the American public that you're a prescription drug addict. Two months of out-patient rehab and you'll be back in Iran, no questions asked."
Lucy holds her finger to his mouth, shushing him.
"It's too late, baby. I hinted to my boss that I was nailing a big fish and he promised me the ambassadorship to Belize." Lucy lies back on the bed. "You probably want to tie me up or something, huh? Take it out on me? I have some plastic Flexi-cuffs somewhere—"
"I'm here about Joe!" Prince yells. "He's upstairs right now."
Lucy claps her hands.
"I knew it—you want me to break in Joe! You kinky old man. That's the Prince I know. I'm in." Lucy runs straight for the door. Prince blocks her path.
"But…" Prince sputters, "he's a goddamn kid, a nobody! I bet he's still a—"
"A virgin!" Lucy breathes, her thighs trembling at the possibility. "I knew it! That sweet innocent baby…let me grab my slippers and those handcuffs."
Lucy locks her door and hurries to Joe's room with Prince trailing behind. Outside Joe's door, Prince grabs Lucy's hand.
"Baby, let's go back to your room. We can turn on some music. I'll—"
"No way," Lucy snaps. She gives him a disgusted look, like, what the hell happened to you, dude?
"I'm bored with those old games," she says. "I need some fresh meat."
Lucy musses up her hair with both hands, her bangs falling seductively over her eyes. "You're going to stay and watch, right?"
Prince, one hand on the door knob, pauses to look at Lucy and a deep affection for her overcomes him. He takes his hand off the door knob.
"Don't go in this room Lucy. You can turn me in. In fact, I want you to. I'll do the jail time and then you and I can move to Belize."
"No fucking way. There's a cherry in that room and I'm getting him now."
Prince bows his head and steps aside. Lucy unbuttons her pajamas down to the navel, her recently augmented breasts spilling deliciously out of her top. With a final contemptuous look at Prince, she turns the knob and throws open the door.
"Come to mama, honey!"
Lucy steps into the room. Joe is sitting on the floor, covered in wet burgundy clots. In his left hand is a human heart, the fibrous muscle still twitching. Behind him, the body of the Iranian boy sits slumped in a chair, a gaping hole in his chest. Lucy tries to back out of the room, but Prince slams the door shut, gripping the knob with both hands. Lucy's screams are cut short by the frothy crunch of teeth around her trachea, followed by the slap of wet intestines hitting the wall.
Prince scans the empty hallway. When he's certain there are no witnesses, he treads silently back to his room.
The next morning, Prince wakes to find Seamus and Ted standing beside his bed, peering down with faces full of concern.
"We let you rest as long as possible," Ted says, nervously pulling the duvet cover up around Prince's shoulders.
"I've got bad news, Prince," Seamus says. "Joe ate Lucy last night. He was snacking on an Iranian boy and the next thing he remembers, Lucy's head is on the bureau next to his iPhone charger. Jesus, when the White House hears about this, I'm gonna be cooked! It's the worst-case scenario."
"For what it's worth, Joe says he's sorry," Ted says. "He didn't want to kill Lucy."
"And for what it's worth, I'm sure Lucy felt the same way," Seamus says. "We sent Joe home on the first flight out. I spoke with Langley. We decided Joe can't go running around willy-nilly killing the good guys. Langley thinks they can use him as some kind of training tool, state-side."
Ted coughs meaningfully.
"Oh yes. Right." Seamus tosses a copy of Prince's contract on the bed. "It's signed in all the right places. I want to say that you and your men do a fantastic—"
"Is there anything else?" Prince interrupts. "I think I should be alone."
"We are so sorry!" Ted says, motioning Seamus to the door. "You get your sleep. Try not to think about poor Lucy. We'll handle things here."
The two men tiptoe from Prince's room. The door closes with a soft, considerate click. Prince rolls over, staring at the wall. Instead of feeling sad, a sudden rush of patriotism fills his belly, settling his uneasy thoughts, calming his nerves, paving the way for a deep sleep, a sleep like he hasn't had in many months.
How, you might ask, could anyone sleep at a time like this?
Because Prince knows, deep in his heart of hearts, that when he wakes up, the first thought on his mind will be "What can I do to make America safer?"
And so who the fuck cares if his second thought is "How can I make money on it?"


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Grilled Balsamic Chicken and Vegetable Orzo is the perfect recipe to feed a crowd! The balsamic vinegar is great paired with the grilled meat and veggies! This balsamic grilled chicken and orzo pasta is perfect for weekly meal prepping!
Once the weather turns warm, there is nothing more perfect for dinner than grilled meat and vegetables. This Grilled Balsamic Chicken and Vegetable Orzo is perfect for a summer meal on the patio, to use for weekly meal prep, or to take to the neighborhood potluck.
I used two grill baskets to cook my chicken and vegetables on the grill since I had chopped everything at the start. If you want to skip the grill baskets, leave your chicken breast whole and use skewers for the vegetables.
We love this grilled balsamic chicken and vegetables so much that I make it even during the winter. I just use a grill pan or even just a large saute pan. The key is making sure you still marinate the meat before cooking though.
Marinating the meat makes a big difference with flavor! If you can leave it to marinate for a few hours that's even better, but 15 minutes will do just fine if you're short on time!
I have served this all mixed together or with everything separate allowing guests to get as much or as little of each item as they want. The result is always the same: huge smiles and full stomachs.
If you make this grilled balsamic chicken and vegetable orzo or any other recipe for the blog, I'd love to know about. Let me know in the comments or snap a photo and tag it #MySuburbanKitchen on Instagram or Twitter.
If you loved this chicken recipe, check out these:
- Million Dollar Chicken Marinade
- Apricot Tarragon Chicken Salad
- https://www.savorynothings.com/crispy-oven-fried-chicken/
What you'll need for this recipe:
- Mixing bowl
- Whisk
- Grill
- 1 lb chicken breast cut into chunks
- 1 pint grape tomatoes
- 1 pint white mushrooms halved
- 2 bell peppers cut into strips
- 2 zucchini cut in half and sliced
- 1 Tbsp olive oil
- Salt and pepper
- 1 1/2 cup cooked orzo
- 2/3 cup balsamic vinegar
- 2/3 cup Italian dressing
- 1 clove garlic minced
1. In a small bowl, whisk together balsamic vinegar, Italian dressing and garlic. Reserve 1/3 cup marinade. Combine remaining marinade with chicken breast pieces in a bowl and marinate for 15 minutes.
2. Meanwhile, heat grill to medium heat.
3. Toss tomatoes, mushrooms, peppers and zucchini with olive oil. Season with salt and pepper. Add tomatoes and peppers to grill basket and place on grill. Cook, shaking frequently, for 5 minutes. Add mushrooms and zucchini to grill basket. Brush with some of reserved marinade and cook for another 5-7 minutes.
4. Remove chicken from marinade and add chicken to separate grill basket (or wait for vegetables to cook). Cook for 7-9 minutes, or until fully cooked.
5. Toss together chicken, grilled vegetables and orzo. Drizzle with 2 Tbsp reserved marinade. Serve warm or cold.


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Eurogamer got the chance to sit down for a chat with Brown, and discuss how strong EA's line-up is looking, who's got the best chance of winning the next-gen console war, and whether it's fair to say that EA relies too much on sequels instead of producing more original IP... Read on to find out what he had to say.
I like this guy's straight forward responses. His "business first" model will likely offend the "arteests" of the gaming world, but we often forget that these are companies - and companies' top priority is sales.
I also agree with what he said about Sony. Look, I love my 360, and will wait until the verdict is out on the PS3, but I think the position that Sony has made fatal errors is grossly exagerated. It never ceases to amaze me how the gaming public have the audacity to question top executives/programmers/ engineers when we have no formal education or practical experience to back it up. Anyway, I guess I went on a bit of a rant. Sorry!
Actually EA are having huge problems developing games for the PS3. All the 360 games currently run faster and look better-
"EA brought its gorgeous new racer by the IGN office Wednesday, and it took no time for PS3 editor Chris Roper to write up a massive three-page preview on Need for Speed Carbon. I gave the 360 version a go and was impressed with the three different car classes: muscle, exotic and "tuner" cars, which are pimped-out Civics, as Roper puts it. We saw a quick tease of the PS3 version and came away with one quick conclusion: NFSC does not look very hot on the PS3 right now. Still, there's plenty of time before this baby ships and we expect it to be on par with the 360 version."
It's the same for Madden 360!
In reference to sony:
"These guys aren't dumb."
No, they pay you a lot to pretend it's all going well, don't they Mr.Brown?
To all the 360 fans saying that microsoft is interested in gamers not like sony which is only interested in MONEY. Dumb guys this is business, no one really cares about gamers. They only cares about our money. Its obbious that EA has respect for SONY, they had make their fortune with the PS2. They are not loyal to anyone (LAND OF SAND). Theyre only making money out of old franchises. They bougth the competition. Theyre arrogant as hell. In my opinion EA is the worst and most oportunist video game company out there. As they said this is bussines, they dont even care about us. They said something that I agrre with. They are looking to the biggest user base and in this area the 360 has an advantage rigth now. So as always expect great things from EA to the 360 and crappy ports( money making oriented) to the PS3. This is simple, this is business you all retarded fans who come to blame one to another.
well i always thought that EA supported the PS2 better than the original xbox.
and he backed that up saying they go with the biggest installed base.
now we are seeing them do more for M$.
EA is clearly about money and not much more.
(on a side note, i can't help but like this guy though...seems honest and motivated for games)


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Also, if you are willing, I'd like to review my gear list, preparations, and plans with a seasoned rider.


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Interesting question; "my top five albums". I would have to differentiate between my personal favorites, and those which are utter perfection in everyway. For total perfection there are only two albums which come to mind, Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue" which is the album that I always recommend to new listeners who want to "get into jazz." That is view based upon Plato's theory of aesthetics, in which he feels that to experience the "world of pure forms", while mortals cannot experience that world directly, the closest that we can come to a true aesthetic experience is the closest approximation possible to the world of pure forms but one which is produced by a mortal. I think there is near unanimous agreement among jazz players that the album to elcit that kind of experience is Miles Davis' Kind of Blue, featuring Coltrane, Cannonball Adderly, Paul Chambers, Wynton Kelly/or Bill Evans and Jimmy Cobb. I do not require perfection per se and would in reality take another five albums off to the proverbial island, just because I love them the most, and at lest two of those albums would be by Miles.
1) Miles Davis "Friday & Saturday Nights At The Blackhawk"
- The first would have to be Miles' , "Friday and Saturday Nights at the Blackhawk", which is actually a two volume set, which features the band of the late fifties, early sixties, with the same personnel as the Blackhawk sessions, but with Wynton Kelly on piano on all tracks, and Hank Mobley in the tenor chair. That album just cooks in the particular groove in which I am most comfortable playing and listening to, and is that in which I feel most at home, personally. This is "straight ahead" jazz at its very finest.
2) Miles Davis "The Complete 1964 Concert: My Funny Valentine and Four and More"
- The next album would also be by Miles, and is from the next great quintet featuring Ron Carter, Tony Williams, and Herbie Hancock, but with George Coleman now on tenor, and of course Miles, who was still dressing in suits at the time. That album, and is again a two record set which is both total perfection, and is probably my very favorite album of all time. The music is fabulously complex, but cooks every single second on all tempi, from ballads played out of time signature to ultra up tempo tunes, all of which build tension to excruciating levels and then resolve it. Something novel happens literally every second and does so at multiple layers. There is always something new to hear in these performances and again I have been listening to these 1964 session since my late teens.
3) Wes Montgomery "Full House"
- The next album is by Wes Montgomery, also being backed by the Kelly, Cobb, and Chambers rythm section which was working with Miles in the early sixties, in 1962 to be exact. The tenor player is Johnny Griffin, who is "a cooker" from the word go and the band is "on fire." Every tune has been recognized as an absolute classic of jazz guitar, and I feel that these performances are the ultimate in jazz guitar performance. Again, everything is "straight ahead" and impeccable in every way. There is no occasion on which I perform on guitar that I do not play Blue and Boogie a la Wes, and play the tune "thumb style" having been so deeply moved by these performances.
4) Charlie Parker "Savoy Sessions"
- The man who freed jazz up to achieve the levels of musicianship, creativity, and fire that we hear on all of the aforemented albums, was of course, the great Charlie "Yardbird" Parker, who died in 1955. My own personal favorite of his recordings are some of the Savoy Sessions (Savoy MG 12009). This was one of the very first albums that I ever owned as a teen-ager and from which I learned to play the blues, most notably from the tune, Parker's Mood, which I again play without fail everytime I play anywhere, anytime, and I quote Bird extensively when doing so before going off to where ever. Sidemen include many of the great BeBop pioneers including Bud Powell, the late Dr. John Lewis, Max Roach, Miles, and Dizzy Gillespie. Recording quality is acceptable for material recorded between 1944-48. Notably absent is the late, great Al Haig with whom I had the pleasure and honor of accompanying on bass in 1974 for several months in NY at Broadway Charlie's Saloon and one has to go to other Parker albums in order to hear Haig's brilliance, and incidentally, the late Walter Bishop, Jr. requires mention when discussing pianists in the evolution of Bird's music. Bishop laid down the foundation of what we now call "funk".
5) Bach's Sixth Cello Suite performed by Ralph Kirschbaum
- The last of my five albums meeting either the total perfection and/or personal favorites to take to the desert island would have to be Bach's Sixth Suite for Solo Cello, and my favorite performance is by Ralph Kirschbaum, a British cellist whom I heard live, and oddly enough he became my favorite because he evoked memories of Paul Chambers' raw arco quality. Kirschbaum is alway in tune, which is the one fault that one could ever find with Chambers who was known for simplicity and for sheer drive, but tastefully so. The CD version that I own is by Virgin Classics, London, 1994 #7243 5 45086 Two volume set.
If I can throw in one more album, just because of its relevance to jazz in the capital district, Nick Brignola's album that is my personal favorite would be On A Different Level and that should be in the collection of any jazz fan in the capital district and is world class music and totally straight ahead, from the heart and cooks as well as any other superstar, something we all knew just from having grown up here with our ears open, and Nick was our pipeline to the best in jazz always...Hope you're listening Nick....
Thank you for bringing us the finest that jazz has to offer for so many years beginning at Albany's now defunct Gayety which should have been made an historical landmark rather than being razed. That club brought such jazz notables as JR Montrose, Rene Thomas, Bobby Jasper, Wilbur Ware, Elvin Jones and many others to Albany and your efforts to maintain that tradition helps to keep that tradition alive....
- Andrew "Doc" Siegal


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Can't we all just get along? A quick look around the world shows that the answer is "not anytime soon." The recent Chinese test of an antisatellite (ASAT) weapon suggests that we won't all be getting along in space either. Of course the U.S. and Russia are known to have ASAT technology, though neither has tested anything in space since the mid-nineteen eighties. The Chinese launched what was believed to be a kinetic energy weapon (i.e., a projectile that kills the satellite by flying into it at high speed) to destroy one of their own older weather satellites, resulting in a cloud of space debris estimated at 800 objects.
What a mess. And that goes for the whole "war in space" thing too. It would be nice if space could be all about peaceful international cooperation. It should be all about peaceful international cooperation - that would be best for everyone. But space is also a valuable resource and a strategic high ground, and international powers are bound to jockey for position there, as President Bush made clear last fall when he signed the new National Space Policy that declared that "freedom of action in space is as important to the United States as air power and sea power." Actions speak louder than words, so I guess it's natural for the Chinese to want to assert their position too. Not good, but natural. I hope it leads to serious discussions about ways to limit weapons in space, but I'm not too optimistic.


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5 quick and easy, balanced dinner ideas to get you (or your whole family!) through the work week!
Five more days of easy dinner ideas to inspire your eats this week! If you want even more dinner inspiration – find all my Work Week Dinner Game Plans here!
MONDAY: Whole wheat broccoli & greek yogurt baked mac & cheese
say hello to meatless monday with this hearty and filling baked mac and cheese! loaded with whole grains, fiber and flavor, it'll definitely become a new go-to for your household. Plus, the leftovers make for a great lunch the next day!
- Serves: 6-8 servings
- Done in: 35 minutes
- Tips: You can serve this up as is for a perfectly balanced meal or with a side salad if you'd like varying textures/temperatures. If #meatlessmonday is not your thing, toss some shredded chicken into the mix before baking.
TUESDAY: Grain bowls with 7-ingredient schug sauce
This 7-ingredient schug sauce takes just minutes to pull together and can be drizzled on everything from roasted veggies to grains, even your favorite proteins. Try it on this easy grain bowl for a quick weeknight meal.
- Serves: 6-8 servings
- Done in: 15 minutes (if bowl ingredients are prepped ahead of time, around 30 minutes if not)
- Tips: Serve up as is, throw in some additional veggies if desired (zucchini or peppers would be great in this bowl!). If serving to a toddler, omit the sauce if spice isn't their thing.
WEDNESDAY: Mediterranean falafel pita with spiced yogurt sauce
Homemade baked falafel is wrapped in a warm whole grain pita filled with crisp veggies and finished off with a zippy spiced yogurt sauce for an easy meal that's as filling as it is delicious!
- Serves: 4 servings
- Done in: 30 minutes
- Tips: Serve these falafels as part of a pita sandwich with tzatziki sauce and veggies, or as hummus bowl!
THURSDAY: Spicy chickpea & tofu veggie farro bowl
This quick and easy chickpea & tofu farro bowl is loaded with flavor and nutrition and comes together in just about 30 minutes. You'll already have most of the ingredients on hand thanks to Tuesday's dinner! An extra bonus? The leftovers make a great packed lunch!
- Serves: 2-4 servings
- Done in: 35 minutes
- Tips: If serving this to a toddler, omit the sambal oelek if they're not into spicy food. Otherwise, this is a perfectly balanced meal and can be eaten as is!
FRIDAY: Vegetarian pizza subs
This easy vegetarian pizza sub is a fun new way to enjoy your the flavors of your favorite veggie-loaded pizza! done in just minutes and completely customizable based on what you have on hand. A perfect Friday night meal!
- Serves: 1 (can easily be doubled, tripled or quadrupled!)
- Done in: 15 minutes
- Tips: Feel free to get creative with whatever you have on hand. Any veggies would work. Serve with a cup of marinara for dipping. If serving to a toddler, swap the sub roll for a slice of whole wheat bread to make it easier to eat.


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HistoryShots offers a number of gorgeous, high-quality history-related prints on subjects like American history (the political parties, the Confederate Army), human feats (the race to the moon, the conquest of Mount Everest) and the chronology of western civilization. Some of the prints are reproductions of original antique artifacts; others are technological creations of graphic precision. Just the background information on the prints makes for fascinating reading. There's even a print titled Cycles of Greatness on the PGA Tour.
I hope HistoryShots produces more of these prints in the future. In the meantime, one of these prints makes an impressive gift for your favorite wonk.
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Within Inbox we write a few lines detailing each press release/piece of news/PR event that we have received and provide links, where possible, for you to find out further information. This week again includes our new feature - Tweet of the Week. This is our favourite piece of news or information that we have seen on Twitter recently. Here we go with this week's news ...
|Where's the popcorn?
The Oscar's are on 26 February and the Black Grouse blended whisky brand have created a range of simple cocktails to sip on while you are watching the ceremony. In a slightly tenuous link, the three cocktails are all named after movies and/or the stars that appear in them.
The Smooth Talker (pictured, left and 'inspired' by George Clooney) mixes the blend with cola, a wedge of orange and ice. The Silence Is Golden pays homage to the incredibly hyped silent movie The Artist - it's Black Grouse, apple juice and a squeeze of pink grapefruit over ice. The Dragon's Breath is named after the Hollywood remake of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and mixes Black Grouse with freshly squeezed lime and ginger beer over ice. For further information, visit www.black-grouse.com.
|Jameson pour homme
The world's best selling Irish whiskey has again collaborated with Irish artist Paul Daly to produce a limited edition bottle design for St. Patrick's Day. Daly's design first appeared in February 2011 and was inspired by the legendary Celtic illustrations in The Book of Kells - an important part of Irish heritage that depicts the four gospels and was believed to have been produced in 800AD. This year it will be sold in over 30 markets around the world including Australia, Spain, Russia and the USA.
The brand is also planning a number of high profile events to mark St. Patrick's Day. These include the Jameson Global Broadcast (a special radio show direct from the Old Jameson Distillery building in Dublin), the Jameson Global Party (the main event takes place in Dublin, with other events planned in Dubai and Sofia, Bulgaria) and a new mobile phone app.
|Pub quiz, Jack?
The distillery on the isle of Jura have announced a new consumer competition. The 'Whisky Pursuit' is a quiz based losely on the popular Trivial Pursuit board game and is aimed at the members of Jura's Duirachs club. Each week for a total of six months, a question will be set on the Duirachs part of Jura's website. These will be from one of six categories and each week a person answering correctly will win a bottle of Jura Superstition.
After six months, the Duirach members with the most correct answers will be entered in to a prize draw - one will be drawn out and win a bottle of Jura's limited edition 1976 Vintage (pictured, above). This is worth £500 and there are only 500 bottles in the release. To join the Duirachs and/or to enter the quiz, please visit www.isleofjura.com.
Tweet of the week
@whiskylondon - Top 10 #whisky blogs on Twitter: No.4 is @whisky4everyone (http://bit.ly/xl0poL) via Cision
- We like this kind of tweet, M&K :)


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This Is What Is Driving Trivago Stock's Bullish Advance
TRVG Stock: Path of Least Resistance Is Higher
I first came across Trivago NV – ADR (NASDAQ:TRVG) four years ago, booking a trip to Europe, and I loved the experience using its service. I was able to book the hotels I wanted at the lowest price available because it compared a number of web sites, providing me with the best available deals.
I'm sure that investors in Trivago stock have a shared infatuation for the company, because the stock's performance since inception has been remarkable. Since December 2016, TRVG stock is up 111.25%, and the steps taken to create this stellar performance number are suggesting that this investment can continue to run.
When I am referring to the steps taken, I am talking about the price action that is captured on the Trivago stock chart and the indications that supported this advance.
For anyone who has not had the pleasure of indulging in any of my publications, these factors are all indications contained within the body of knowledge known as technical analysis, which is the method I employ to analyze a potential investment. This method of analysis produces timely indications, which are instrumental in producing an appropriate trading strategy with defined levels of risk.
The first wave in this alternating wave structure on the below stock chart is an impulse wave, highlighted in green. It serves to define the progression in price as the stock stages an advance. This wave usually runs until an internal indication reaches an overbought condition, which caps any further gains.
The following stock chart illustrates the price action that has supported this stellar performance that Trivago stock has experienced.
Chart courtesy of StockCharts.com
This TRVG price chart illustrates that an alternating wave structure has been supporting the price advance.
The second wave of the alternating wave structure is a consolidation wave, highlighted in purple. This wave serves to unwind the overbought conditions that were created during the impulse wave, which creates the necessary conditions for a new impulse wave to develop.
Also Read: Best Ecommerce Stocks to Buy in 2017
These alternating waves feed off each other, creating and reinforcing the trend that is now in development. This investment has only been trading for six-and-a-half months, and there have already been four impulse waves and three consolidation waves. Trivago stock seems like it is in a hurry to get somewhere, and that place clearly has higher stock prices. This trend can potentially continue for some time, and there is very little to suggest that the trend is going to end anytime soon.
The current impulse wave has just forged a new all-time high, by which this alternating wave structure has created the quintessential characteristic that defines all bullish trends: higher highs and higher lows. The alternating wave structure maintains order within the trend and, as a result, the trend remains stable and consistent, suggesting that this trend has staying power.
If I were trading TRVG stock, I would specifically look for consolidation waves in order to time when an advance is set to take hold via an impulse wave.
The following Trivago stock chart illustrates a metric that has been instrumental in suggesting when an advance is set to take place.
Chart courtesy of StockCharts.com
The main focus on this TRVG stock chart is the moving average convergence/divergence (MACD) indicator in the lower panel. MACD is an indicator that is used to distinguish whether bullish or bearish momentum is driving the predominance in the stock. It is not a coincidence that the advances and declines have occurred while this indicator was in bullish or bearish alignment.
When TRVG stock staged an advance in February, March, and June, a bullish MACD cross was generated, indicating that the bullish camp had gained momentum. This indication was the precursor suggesting that an advance was about to take hold. The opposite can be said when a bearish cross occurred in February and May, indicating that that the bearish camp had gained the upper hand, and that there was little chance an advance was going to occur.
I would use this indicator in conjunction with the wave structure in order to time entry and exit points in TRVG stock. This strategy will not capture the exact highs and lows, but what it will achieve is that I would be positioned in the direction that the stock is trading in. This is an extremely important aspect because I always find it best to trade in the direction that offers the least amount of resistance.
Bottom Line on Trivago Stock
I am bullish on Trivago stock, and for good reason, too. I like its services, but I like its stock performance even more. My view was generated by analyzing indications on the company's stock chart, and I will hold a bullish view on TRVG stock as long as these indications continue to suggest that such a view is warranted.


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