The agents of Homeland Security were unimpressed with my counterfeit act of compliance. Jeffrey remains incarcerated. I do not know what else I can do to free him, and feel more helpless than ever on the matter.
With all of the events pointing firmly towards Japan, I am considering hiring a private jet and flying there to join you despite the obvious risks. I simply feel that whatever resolution is going to come will come there, and soon.
Showing posts with label Homeland Security. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homeland Security. Show all posts
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Mary: The Reliant
November 11th, 2008:
Mrs. Howland, I've considered shipping either the knife or the charms (or the top hat and cape) separately, but I just don't trust letting them out of my sight. We fought so hard to get them, and coincidences seem to occur so often in the Magician's favor that I've decided, with reservations, to keep them with us.
As to informing on us, please go right ahead. Homeland Security probably already has the information anyway so I don't know that it will do any good, but at least it will give you the appearance of cooperating. Jeff's incarceration is really weighing on Josh and I, so if there's anything else you can think of that we can do to help on that front, please don't hesitate to let us know.
Josh and I have managed to book passage to Guam. As we'd need to use our fake identification to get a hotel room (and our I.D.'s have been flagged by the police), we're just going to board the ship and stay there tonight in dock. It's a large cargo ship called the Reliant (Sample photo below. Not the exact same ship, but close.), a name that caused Josh to jump up and down with glee. "That's the name of Khan's ship in Star Trek II! Awesomeness incarnate!"
"What happened to it in the movie?"
He shrugged. "Oh, it was utterly destroyed, all hands murdered. The original captain had a mind controlling bug in his brain and killed himself, too. Hey, will they have X-Box Live on board, do you think?"
While I put my head in my hands and tried to think happy thoughts, Josh dashed out to an electronics store and bought something called an "Iridium Beam Remote Satellite Modem", which is a fancy name for a gadget that will allow him to play X-Box games with other fourteen year-olds around the world as we travel, just in case there's no Internet connection on board the ship. So that's a relief.
I'll post again when we're out to sea tomorrow.
Oh, and Yoshida, thanks for the tip on our blown cover. And please thank your uncles for their help in getting us through customs into Japan.
Mrs. Howland, I've considered shipping either the knife or the charms (or the top hat and cape) separately, but I just don't trust letting them out of my sight. We fought so hard to get them, and coincidences seem to occur so often in the Magician's favor that I've decided, with reservations, to keep them with us.
As to informing on us, please go right ahead. Homeland Security probably already has the information anyway so I don't know that it will do any good, but at least it will give you the appearance of cooperating. Jeff's incarceration is really weighing on Josh and I, so if there's anything else you can think of that we can do to help on that front, please don't hesitate to let us know.
Josh and I have managed to book passage to Guam. As we'd need to use our fake identification to get a hotel room (and our I.D.'s have been flagged by the police), we're just going to board the ship and stay there tonight in dock. It's a large cargo ship called the Reliant (Sample photo below. Not the exact same ship, but close.), a name that caused Josh to jump up and down with glee. "That's the name of Khan's ship in Star Trek II! Awesomeness incarnate!"
"What happened to it in the movie?"He shrugged. "Oh, it was utterly destroyed, all hands murdered. The original captain had a mind controlling bug in his brain and killed himself, too. Hey, will they have X-Box Live on board, do you think?"
While I put my head in my hands and tried to think happy thoughts, Josh dashed out to an electronics store and bought something called an "Iridium Beam Remote Satellite Modem", which is a fancy name for a gadget that will allow him to play X-Box games with other fourteen year-olds around the world as we travel, just in case there's no Internet connection on board the ship. So that's a relief.I'll post again when we're out to sea tomorrow.
Oh, and Yoshida, thanks for the tip on our blown cover. And please thank your uncles for their help in getting us through customs into Japan.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Cynthia: Singulus
Leopold remarked in his post:
Now that we possess the items, I am uneasy keeping them together against Leopold's advice, yet I am apprehensive to have them shipped elsewhere individually. Is there another option?
On another matter, I had a notion to contact the agents from Homeland Security that are holding Jeffrey and inform them as to your general whereabouts, Joshua and Miss Stroud. It is possible that they have not received the information from the Australian authorities as of yet, and they may believe that I am being genuinely cooperative and release Jeffrey in turn. It seems to me that we would lose nothing since they will be apprised soon enough as to your location at any rate, if they have not been already.
I leave it in your hands, however. Do contact me with your decision as swiftly as possible.
"It is quite probably too late to stop the charms, but the knife and his blood may yet be within your grasp. Keep them separate..."
Now that we possess the items, I am uneasy keeping them together against Leopold's advice, yet I am apprehensive to have them shipped elsewhere individually. Is there another option?
On another matter, I had a notion to contact the agents from Homeland Security that are holding Jeffrey and inform them as to your general whereabouts, Joshua and Miss Stroud. It is possible that they have not received the information from the Australian authorities as of yet, and they may believe that I am being genuinely cooperative and release Jeffrey in turn. It seems to me that we would lose nothing since they will be apprised soon enough as to your location at any rate, if they have not been already.
I leave it in your hands, however. Do contact me with your decision as swiftly as possible.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Cynthia: Despero
They took Jeffrey.
Agents from the Department of Homeland Security entered my home today and essentially abducted Jeffrey, saying they were detaining him on matters of national security. Apparently since Agent Pierce's passing his superiors took a harder look at his investigations and discovered Doctor Shigekazu Yoshida's work in adapting the Rabbit Calicivirus to affect humans. While it would appear to be patently obvious to even the most rudimentary student of forensics that Jeffrey shot the intruder and saved my life, these new agents are intimating that Jeffrey murdered Agent Pierce then used his gun to kill the other man.
It is my impression that they are using Jeffrey to force me to giveaway Joshua's whereabouts, informing on him for what they believe to be his involvement with the gruesome events in Atlanta. As I will never do this, I fear greatly for Jeffrey's safety and future. As he was dragged away in handcuffs, Jeffrey told me not to worry and put on his bravest face, which for me made the situation all the worse. Better if he had cursed my name and told the agents everything, though I suppose as the interrogations drag on he may yet do so.
I would hire the finest lawyers for him, but he has not been charged with a crime. I would pay any bail, but none has been set. He is merely being "detained", and they can keep him for months or years without recourse.
At the very least the agents realized that I could not reasonably be left without a caretaker, so Independence First immediately dispatched a new assistant. As there was no time to go through an interview process I was forced to accept their selection, a man named Garrett whom I find utterly distasteful. He is a surly, brick-shaped brute who makes no attempt to disguise his view that I am merely a slab of meat to be maintained and nothing else. When I call for him I see nothing but contempt for me in his eyes.
How much else can be taken from me? How much more must I be forced to endure? It is not in my nature to surrender, but dear God, how much more?
Agents from the Department of Homeland Security entered my home today and essentially abducted Jeffrey, saying they were detaining him on matters of national security. Apparently since Agent Pierce's passing his superiors took a harder look at his investigations and discovered Doctor Shigekazu Yoshida's work in adapting the Rabbit Calicivirus to affect humans. While it would appear to be patently obvious to even the most rudimentary student of forensics that Jeffrey shot the intruder and saved my life, these new agents are intimating that Jeffrey murdered Agent Pierce then used his gun to kill the other man.
It is my impression that they are using Jeffrey to force me to giveaway Joshua's whereabouts, informing on him for what they believe to be his involvement with the gruesome events in Atlanta. As I will never do this, I fear greatly for Jeffrey's safety and future. As he was dragged away in handcuffs, Jeffrey told me not to worry and put on his bravest face, which for me made the situation all the worse. Better if he had cursed my name and told the agents everything, though I suppose as the interrogations drag on he may yet do so.
I would hire the finest lawyers for him, but he has not been charged with a crime. I would pay any bail, but none has been set. He is merely being "detained", and they can keep him for months or years without recourse.
At the very least the agents realized that I could not reasonably be left without a caretaker, so Independence First immediately dispatched a new assistant. As there was no time to go through an interview process I was forced to accept their selection, a man named Garrett whom I find utterly distasteful. He is a surly, brick-shaped brute who makes no attempt to disguise his view that I am merely a slab of meat to be maintained and nothing else. When I call for him I see nothing but contempt for me in his eyes.
How much else can be taken from me? How much more must I be forced to endure? It is not in my nature to surrender, but dear God, how much more?
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