Mars Ascending

There's a note left at the girls' hidey-hole. Llallana isn't going to like this. Not a bit. We pass this on to the SEAL boys. Hawk is having another long talk with Amber Hutchens again. He has this look on his face...hard to describe...like he's going to throw his helmet on the floor and stomp on it like a cartoon character. Don't keep it in like that, dude! Tsk. Guess those anger management sessions are doing a number on the poor man.

Bad News

Our group of rescuers met with a nasty surprise during our mission. The girls are gone. The Walrus have gotten to them first. Can we say SNAFU?

The Real Important Stuff

I hope the Super Surfer Eight Ball has been entertaining while I was gone. I must caution you not to take everything he predicts too seriously. After all, he's a bit of a loose cannon, dudes.

We've been having several malfunctions to the system here lately. Nothing I couldn't handle but the problem is keeping me busier than normal and it's serious enough to warrant my full attention. I suppose it's similar to something making you sick, except that in my case, I have to cure myself. Does that make sense? Of course, my Mentor is fully aware of this problem too. He's also working hard.

As for our current favorite couple, Reed and Llallana, they're fine. Llallana has finally agreed to work with us to set a trap. We're on the way to help secure her girls. Everything is on the go--waiting for T. for confirmation of certain items.

You see? I'm way more succinct than that Eight Ball Dude, dudes.

The Parade of Couples

Since we be chillin' through this long munchy weekend (wazzup with the turkey fascination, anyway?), I'll leave you with a few scraps of lurv.

Prepare for a black out. You'll see two majorly majors together. But then, you'll also not see two others together and that might disappoint some of you. Dudes, you can't please everyone all the time. And oh, another two majorly majors will meet and part with pain and regret. Ouch ouch ouch.

So did you at least give thanks for having ME the Surfing Eight Ball on your side? I gave up some majorly major waves for you these past two weeks, you know. And what are you sandcrabs gonna do when the boring Mum Prog is back in town? Eat leftover turkey?

Last Question?

Here is the last post in the comment area:

Anonymous said...
Super EIght Ball, you've been both very forthcoming and frustratingly tanalizing in your answers... Thank you! One last question, what's in Jed's future???

Ha! Sneaky. Are you trying some NOPAIN on moi, dude? That nice compliment to disarm me and then, that question for INFORMATION on Jed's future?! Ohhhohohohoho...gotcha!

But I'm a nice Super Eight Ball. It's Thanksgiving. Here's something for you to chew on:

In Jed's future, I see:

Letting go of an old lover (well, that is vague, since he lets go of so many old lovers)
Seeing his daughter get married to a TRACKER
Trying out new ways to please a woman (and himself)
A major headache
An internal struggle
An important meeting with Nikki Harden (ooooooh!)

Hmm, in a Tarot spread, it would sort of go like this: The Lover, The Tower, The Sun

or, in my lingo: BIG WAVE coming, dudes! Let's go hang!

So, that answer made you happy?

It is ever so nice to be wanted. I've been asked to stay another week! Of course, you dudes are cutting into my surfin' time, I just want you to know that. I expect to be thanked and thanked again. After all, it's Thanksgiving time!

Here is a question from the Comment area, from Nightshield:

Now on to the REAL question. I can still ask, right? ;-) I've wondered, has COS and GEM worked before the merger? I mean, Jed sent Nikki to GEM, and that was like 10 years ago. And here's a nice segue to the golden couple. IF, and that's a big IF, the two agencies have worked before, have these two met or worked together (pre-merger)? But then he was married and his wife was GEM ... Bah. All these stuff circling in my head. My boss shouldn't really give me a day off. See what happens -- I come up with all sorts of questions.

Well...duh, yahhhhh! GEM was just an independent agency (meaning, independent contractors, non-affiliation, so some of their work might not be to your approval, you dig?).

Jed just knows EVERYONE, it seems. That cat's my hero, man. He knows and he...umm...gets to know them so well. Insert evil evilest grin.

T has never officially met Alex Diamond when he was married to Emma. Yes, yes, if you didn't know her name then, you know it now. Emma. And her call sign is Emerald. They were pretty newly-wed, I believe, when he lost her...one of those "fall in love quickly, got to marry quickly" kind of situations. Which, I think, is why poor Diamond has this thing now--a long, drawn out "chase and conquer" affair. Ooops, did I say conquer? I didn't mean it. Strike that, please. Karma likes to play jokes, that's all!

Wow, you really have a lot of strange stuff circling in your head. I'm impressed at your deductions.

Just to reward you; here's a hint: do NOT read the second to last chapter of The Sleeper files. Really, don't do it. You WILL regret it. How does Gennita put it..."Bahahaha!"

"Some Of Us Are Dying Of Suspense..."

Dudes, I had a cool chat with Mother Prog last night. The first of the Hell files is slated to be released very late next year. It appears that Gennita Low has changed affiliations and with a new agency comes a whole set of S.O.P. Bottom line: you, the public sandbabies, won't be getting your usual bi-annual declassified reports. Darnit, don't your taxes mean anything any more?!

Looking in the comment area:
Anonymous asked:
Would you go more in depth about the Alpha Test that Hell had to pass? It sound very......intriguing. Oh yes, and, if its not too too much to ask, would you give us a hint as to when Ms. Low is going to send out another excerpt, some of us are slowly dying of suspense.

Okay, how do I put this in one or two paragraphs...Hell is being trained and touted as the Best Candidate for the Super Soldier Spy program. Just imagine, dude, what that means. Today, the Powers-That-Be are testing with new drugs that limit pain, sleep, and emotions on our soldiers. There are also new experiments with other things--machinery, computers, chips, spy by-products on Intel operatives. There are always complaints that these two important elements don't always communicate correctly and the miscommunications cost lives, money, and oh, maybe even a President's job.

So, what if, you combine the two together? Is there such a candidate? The Alpha test is to about control. The monitor wants to know what controls our Hell--what is her strength? Is it just pure bravado? Is it logic? What do brain and beauty mean to you, dudes? I mean, I fancy the pretty little red ball over there myself and try to nudge her my way as much as I can. Insert very evil grin.

Excerpts? Gennita gives out excerpts? Isn't that, like, against the law or something?! Does she give out redacted files? That's punishable, you know. Surely COMCEN is aware she's getting too much control? You've gotten the poor girl into so much trouble, anonymous. Insert truly evil grin.

"Slowly dying of suspense..." Word, yo. We like that here.

Someone has been thinking...

Anonymous said...
Oh, wise super eight ball...What is the command structure for ComCen now? If T answers to Alex, does that mean all of the GEM operatives answer to Jed and Alex? If Jed is 9 and Alex is 1, who's in charge of who?? Also, why is the dude named Walrus? Does he look like a Walrus?

Well, I wouldn't say that T answers to Alex. She is, after all, the chief of operations for GEM. The merger is a complicated one, in which, T agrees to work in the capacity of Number 1. Oh, it's a looooong story; I'm sure it'll bore you to tears. I mean, haha, two Number 1s. Dudes, you do the math.

GEM operatives answer to T. And T's superiors. As for Numbers 9 and 1...again, you'll have to decide. The duties are simple: Number 1 begins the mission and Number 9 ends it. They are almost equally important, don't you think? The COS Commandos are brought together under a experiment called Project Virus and yeah, they aren't as independent as you think. No one is, except, of course, if you're the Super Surfing Magic Eight Ball.

The thing to remember is this world--it's never black and white, and the hats are greyer than you think. You aren't called a Virus because you're a harmless little thing, you know. Viruses can be deadly. Viruses infiltrate without being seen. Viruses create havoc from within. And man-manipulated viruses are the most dangerous. Good question, anonymous--who's controlling the Viruses? And HOW? With WHAT? Heh heh. Here's your thinking cap back.

The Walrus? Who knows why he's called The Walrus! Maybe it's because he looks so smug and fat, you don't think he's that dangerous. What are real walruses like? I don't go surfing in their territory much. Let me know what you think when you meet the guy.

It's time I shut up, yo. You're getting smarter by the question, sandpipers. I'm enjoying the challenge of being cooler than Mother Prog and still keep you wanting more. Back tomorrow for the next question, wavelets.

T and Alex, T and Alex...

Question from the comment area:

nightshield2003 said...
An update on T and Alex, please? ;-)

Dude, dude, dude, are you still fixated on these two? You know, the tall and beautiful golden couple.

Let's see, let's look at my Super-8 Crystal Ball here. I see...lots of sex, lots of lots of...oh well, that's to be expected for two golden beauties. Let's skip that, shall we, and get to more interesting stuff....

Well, I'll say this much. All that chase-surfing? That's going to come to a halt really soon because Alex Diamond had cleverly turned the tables on our T. You see, she escaped him once before by tricking him to sign a document of transfer of her duties. He had somehow managed to get her to sign something similar and horrors, dudes, she finds herself working with him again at COMCEN! It's kind of funny, since they have a certain GEM nicknamed Hell sometimes standing in between them. You'd think someone has a sense of humor, huh?

Happy now?

T and Alex, T and Alex...what is it about them?!

Analyzing Bradford Sun

Here's Part II of Leslie's question: how did Lily and Bradford Sun broke up?

Yo, Leslie, sandpiper, do you remember how Lily left poor B? Almost took his life with that dose of poison, didn't she? That's a very tough act to follow, dude, especially if one plans to fall in love, marry, and make babies with the same guy.

I think, in the long run, these two are starfish-crossed. Check out the details in The Hunter files. They didn't seem to be going the same direction even then.

Which is not to say that Brad boy isn't hurting. He's still quite bitter about everything, even though he's too much of a gentleman to do much about it. But I think that's the problem, dude. Someday, something will make this guy really, really blow up and wouldn't that make an interesting wave?

So does that answer your question? Does that help alleviate your pain? Do you agree with the diagnosis?

Any more questions, my sweet sandcrabs?

Answering Your Questions

Leslie said...
Hey Super Eight Ball dude,What do you have on Hell? Who is she? I also want information on how Lily and Bradford Sun broke up! Can you see into the crystal eight-ball for me, pretty please?

Yo, whaddup? Mamma Prog's busy sunning and recharging her batteries, dudes, and won't be back for a few days. Ya know what that means. Play time!

Dudes, how ya been? I mean, besides "good." Good don't make it in my world. You have to be more than good to survive, you know? More than good to rise to the top and ride that big baby home. And I ain't just talking about surfin', man.

I mean, look at all these operatives at COS Command. If they're just "good," would you even care? Come on, even when they suffer, they have to suffer magnificently. Their emotions are tidal and I'm like you, "Man, sooner or later that current's going to give, and there you go--hang time!"

So that's the sermon on the wave you're getting on this Sunday, my friends. Heh. You've been hearing a lot about this operative, Hell. Ain't an accident, dudes. She's going to be a magnificent surfer. The female Super Soldier Spy, dudes. You didn't hear me say "good," did ya?

And that is what I have on Hell. Answering parts two and three of your question tomorrow, Leslie.

Until then, outta battery, outta time!

Trouble

We traced the phone calls on Reed's cell but the girls were gone. Someone has gotten to them before we did. We need to get hold of Reed and Llallana and go with Plan B. Da game between them is over.

Galbert Gunther, aka The Walrus, is the dangerous mastermind, but what is his ultimate plan? Dudes, I've to do some calculations and catch up on some solar activities, so I'm going to leave Super Nasty Surfing Eight Ball, you know he of the all-talk, crystal ball stuff program, he of the out-of-battery-out-of-time smirk, in charge for a few days. You know how to proceed on the procedure--ask questions and he'll answer!

Miss me! Hey, to the one who emailed me about Helen's monitor sounding all hot and mysterious and whether you'll hear more...Word, dude. Hear AND see more. Insert evil grin.

Sooner Or Later Hidden Things Reveal Themselves

For those who brought it to my attention that you can't write to me, I've sent the Eight Ball to chase after--and have KILLED--that bug. Sorry, dudes. Sometimes, programs get little bugs in them. You can now comment away--go on, test it, and let me hear your evil little thoughts.

I have had several emails asking about this new individual, you know, the training specialist. He isn't new, you know, only to you. I haven't brought him up because he doesn't do anything but train people to be mean and subversive. Why would you be interested in that, right? Right, dudes?

News about Lily--she's just met Reed's mother. According to him, that's bad news.

Nocturnal Meetings

Hell met some of the COS commandos already. Tonight she's going to meet with one of those in the upper tiers that they called "trainers." Even I don't get to talk to one of them too frequently. I think I'm jealous, dudes.

Hawk called Amber last night. Ahhh...I like it when lovers make up.

Looking At Others

Hell passed her first "test" with the VR machine with flying colors. That means she'll be put on a real operation soon. The other agency heads didn't seem happy that she did so well. Dudes, you don't know how important this was to COMCEN. I'll make a list of those present to show you how important this test is. In fact, I think I'll have to make a list of all the new toys and names coming up with the Hell project. You do want that information, don't you?

But right now, I'm busy checking up on a Galbert Gunther through Interpol channels. Initials G.G. Geddit?

Laughing Men

Overheard: The SEAL dudes laughing like crazy idiots. You know how sometimes they have these weird conversations over their helmet intercom. As they were fitting in their new toys, Mink was entertaining our boys with an account of his latest adventure with Cucumber.

It seems that Cucumber's great-aunt passed away and left him an old Bed and Breakfast in Charleston, S.C. So he took Mink with him to check out the place. The B&B was over a hundred years old and everything was too delicate and old for two rough Navy SEAL visitors, Mink said. Ornate stuff everywhere, he added, with dangly things all over that Cucumber's head kept hitting.

There was a snotty old caretaker there and because there were only four bedrooms and three were occupied already, she put them BOTH together in his great-aunt's room and it was painted FUCHSIA. It was called The Grand Pink Room.

"I kid you not, dudes," Mink said. "The brightest, pinkest pink room you can imagine. With ribbons and bows everywhere."

I don't get the joke but somehow the SEALs appear to find that the funniest thing ever. Cucumber was moaning about the nightmare of waking up with the smell of Mink's stinking feet and staring in horror at bright, bright pink around him. "Fucking guy's snoring next to me. On a huge bed with dangly netting stuff," he complained. "And oh, cherubs painted on the ceiling staring down. My great-aunt must have been crazier than I remember."

Mink said Cucumber had turned a fuchsia shade himself when they both walked out of the bedroom together and bumped into the other couples who were there, especially when the snotty housekeeper introduced them as the new owner, "Mr. Cucumber and his male friend."

That's when the whole SEAL team collapsed into male hysterics. There's no understanding human funniness.

Angry Women

Which leads me to question: What happened to Llallana Noretski's anger? This is the key, isn't it? Rereading Amber's reports, I gather that while she was being controlled, she was always angry, wasn't she? However, from Reed's assessment, the new Llallana appears...almost...lost. Perhaps that means she isn't being controlled by a handler now.

Which leads to another question: How did she lose her handler? Is she now aware about her sleeper state? Awesome! I have never met am an "conscious" sleeper before; it would be cool to question her, dudes!

Which leads to one last question: Now that she is made aware of the new situation waiting for her back here, why is Tess so darn angry about her change of status? After all, her handler will be...ahem...you-know-who. Insert evil grin.