R.a.i.n. (story)
Posted: Thursday, March 10, 2011
by Jesus Villalobos
Time For Truth
Amidst the background of the college where I learned to fight not with my hands, but rather with my wits, I met Professor Zoe. It was he who would eventually be the cause of somewhat bizarre incidents in my life which would ultimately lead to a new understanding of life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness.
Hi, my name is Mordecai Johnson, My name is not in the history books or the annals of famous heros. Yet some might even dare to speak my name in folklore legend.
Professor Zoe seemed obsessed with quantum physics and time travel. We argued over many subjects which he felt strongly about as did I. His prospective was from a purely humanistic point of view, while mine was stemmed from my belief in God.
Who knew, that the end of the current affairs between us, would end up being both of our salvation. His on a moral basis, and mine on the basis of finding my own place in the scheme of life, love and happiness.
I graduated college first in my class. I did not realize at the time just how many doors this would open. I was content to simply leave college with my degree and work for my uncle in the newspaper business as his top paid reporter. I received multiple honors and awards for my writings. I learned to ignore the praises. To God be the glory.
I earned a nickname at my uncles paper. I'll tell you about it a little later in my story. For now, let's just continue on our journey. My story could have been anyone's story. I imagine it may have been told a thousand times before with slight variations.
No matter, I believe that even if this is true, the story still merits repeating. Bear with me as I tell you a tale of mystery, forbidden lust, and espionage. It is the tale of dreams, hopes, and lives, captured in a web of time, lies, and desperation.
My tale begins not at the beginning, for if it did, I would have to relate many more boring yet useful details concerning where and when and why. But for briefness and a lack of eye strain, I start at the beginning of the middle of my story. Not bad for an ex-newspaper writer huh?
General Perkins was in charge of the task force, which was to head up operation R.A.I.N. This stood for Retaliatory and Inverse Navigation. What did this mean? It was a fancy way of saying counter strike. Leave it to the army, to bust our chops with these abbreviations.
We had two weeks left to produce a final draft of our proposal. The president would only wait so long, for his next phase of military advancement. He had commisioned this project three years ago. He had given it his blessing, but his patience was wearing thin.
I had come into this operation only a few months ago. I had been told, that I was on a need to know basis. This only served to peak my interest. I had a knack, for getting to the bottom of things. My nickname, was "Sniffer." When there was something hidden in the shadows, my nose went into overdrive.
Perkins, was breathing down everyone's neck. He knew his neck was on the line. He needed results, and he needed them now! I had ascertained, that this operation had something to do with weather control. What I did not know, was just how extensive, that weather control, had become.
They had me taking tests, my first week here. I wondered why, if they felt I met the criteria, they were making me take the blasted tests. It didn't make the least bit of sense to me, but who was I to argue with uncle Sam?
There were two words you learned to live by in the army, "Yes, sir!" These words were your life line. Agree, or disagree, those words came with the territory. They were in fact, the only way to survive in This jungle of deception and rhetoric.
Secrets, that's what this neck of the woods was all about. Whispers, about black book projects and deals. No one was safe from involvement. You were an intricate thread woven into the fabric of it. Whether you were the cover picture, or the actual skinny of it all, you were part, of the living mechanism. One of its cells.
I had passed the tests, with flying colors, I had been told by Perkins. The sound of approval in his voice, let me know that I would not be watched, too closely. I would have a chance to get to the real story.
I was an old dog, about to learn a new trick. But then, I had a few tricks up my own sleeve. I had been around the block a time or two. Nobody was going to keep this hound in his little basket. No, sir! Of course, they didn't need to know that, did they? My senses were hightened, and ready to go.
Perkins, looked my way. He nodded as if to say, "Good job, soldier." I nodded back, keeping my cool exterior. He had no idea who, or what, he had let into his private party. Oh, how I loved sniffing out the truth of things.
I had been told, that in the interest of national security, this project was on a need to know basis. However, from what I could see, nearly everyone knew, more than me. That, was something that needed to be rectified, and fast.
Excusing myself from those around me, I told them I needed to go to the john. What I was really doing, was setting up shop. I slipped into the outhouse, and set up my hidden surveillance camera, which had a powerful magnification to it. I could photograph paper work from six feet away, and still read every printed word.
Sniffer, was on the hunt. I casually strolled by a few of the desks, acting as if I was stretching my legs. I nodded politely, to each person. Unbeknowns to them, each time I nodded my head, I snapped a picture of the exposed paper work on their tables. The camera, was safely concealed, in my hat.
The camera, was digital, and sent each snapshot, safely into my computer, via wireless connection. Is that cool? Anyway, back to my story.
By now, Perkins had noticed I was not at my post. I could see him looking around, trying to hone in on my position. I used this to my advantage, as I walked up to him asking him how his day was going.
He seemed impressed, that I had the nerve to speak to him of common things. I could see he had let down his gaurd, if only for a moment. "Things are going according to plan," he said. I could tell by his voice, that he meant it in a genuine manner.
However genuine his answer was, I did not allow it to deter my mission. I quickly excused myself saying, "Well, back to my post sir." He nodded, I nodded, snapping a picture of the documents on the desk behind him. Boy, I Was good!
Back at my desk, I reviewed the pictures I had taken. Nothing major was showing itself, not until I got to the last series of pictures. On the desk behind Perkins, was a piece of paperwork, which detailed how all the water under all bridges of the United States, had steadily been rising, due to extensive rainfall, out on the high seas, over the last four years. The specs showed, that it had risen by an inch each year.
This little detail, sent shivers up my spine. What could it all mean? Was the United States, actually sinking? I tried to hide the fact that I was breaking out in a sweat. I wiped my brow descreetly.
Next to the first paper, was another paper, which showed the cause, of the rising water. It stated, that Russia, China, and Turkey, had joined forces, aiming their counterparts to our H.A.A.R.P. devices, directly at the oceans near our shores.
This, they hoped, would cause the U.S., to be submerged, under the sea. From the language on the paperwork, It appeared to be working. I instantly thought about my mother and father. I thought of all my friends. I cringed to think that our country could end this way. I sought for answers in my mind.
Surely, there was a way out of this predicament.
Surely, this task force would find the answer within the coming weeks. If not, where would that leave the U.S. and my family? For the first time in my life, I was really glad I was a single, unmarried man. Warning anyone, would not change the situation. It would only create pandemonia. No, it was better this way.
Why let those I loved, know what might be happening to them soon? Why let their last days on earth, be filled with fear and anguish? I had led a life filled with unraveling mysteries, I had prided myself with my sense of accomplishments!
Now, as the sweat beaded upon my forehead, for the first time in my life, I wished I had just kept my sniffer, under control. Then I would be just the same as the rest of the world. I would die, without the fear and anguish I was feeling now. I would have died like most men, unexpectedly.
Perkins walked towards me. I switched off my camera, causing the computer to hide the program. He had noticed the sweat, building up on my forhead. He smiled, and said, "I sometimes wish, I had chosen a different career. But then, that's all water under the bidge now, huh?" "Yes, sir," I replied.
Seeing the possible end of the U.S.A., came as a shock. But even in my disbelief, I took a trip in my mind backwards in time. I found myself reliving an old argument with my science college professor. Professor Felix Zoe was his full name. I recalled his brilliance, and his ego. He believed mankind should persue anything he could think of. I on the other hand, believed some things were better left in God's hands.
While professor Zoe was a brilliant man, he lacked the moral compass to direct his brilliance. This caused us to admire one another, and yet be worlds apart on our views. He believed in time travel, I believed time belonged to God.
Perkins left my sphere of dominion. That's what I like to call my particular area. It makes me feel I'm in complete control. I mean, as far as not letting any man make all my decisions.This was one of those times I fully needed to feel I was in control. The new understanding of the importance of this task force, caused even my sniffer, to take a back seat. What I needed now, was a plan of action. I sat ridged in my seat, as I began to go over paperwork which up till now, had made no sense to me. Somehow, the tests they had given me, began to take on new meaning, armed with the real facts.
My training as a weather specialist, had up to now, seemed like fun and games, hit and miss. This time however, it would be no game. I needed to give 100% to this project. More, if need be! I was in this for the long haul now, no ifs ands or buts!
Time to man up! My country, family, friends, and myself, were all depending on me. I would Not, let them down. I would find the solution to this dilemma. I had too. There was no choice, if I wanted to save those I loved and myself from disaster.
In the midst of my panic, I remembered something I had once argued about with my professor of science during a thesis I had to write on possible end of our planet scenarios, due to weather anomalies.
His argument, was that we could change the weather through science. My argument, was that whatever happened due to weather anomalies, would most likely be due to mankind's arrogance of playing God with the weather.
The argument seemed pointless at the time, but now, it appeared as though I was about to win the argument hands down. This however, was one argument I would have gladly lost in retrospect.
My professor was theoretically, one of the world's top thinkers on cutting edge technology. He was well read, and highly respected in his field of expertise.
We would spend hours after class, debating the newest theories on life and technology. He loved to gloat on his superior intellect. Whenever I came up with a theory, he would give me fifteen reasons why it wasn't plausible. He irritated the crud out of me, but I highly respected his mind.
Why was I waisting time on useless information at this time? I had no idea. Maybe the stress of the situation, reminded me of the stress from those long drawn out arguments of his.
Try as I might, I never really actually respected his views on why man should get involved with playing God. I only tollerated his long winded reasonings, to get a better grade. In the end though, I think it backfired, as he only saw me as inferior and weak. This caused him to give me a marginal "B."
So much for sucking up. I merely played along, by appearing to really subscribe to the possibilities of his theories. It's not that his theories were so off base, it's just the way he felt man could actually run this world, seemingly without God.
I think these arguments were a stepping stone to me deciding that no one was going to lead me around by the nose. No sir, I was going to sniff out the most complex hidden secrets of the world, and let everyone know, I was a force to be reckoned with. But I would still maintain that God was in charge, and mankind had no business trying to take His place.
My first job out of college, was as a news reporter as stated earlier. That's where I learned to put the camera into my hat. That, is where I got my nickname, "sniffer."
There was no story too deep or too mysterious to put me off track. I was a well trained hound dog on a mission. "Nothing but the truth, so help me God," became my motto.
I've cracked more stories wide open, than a pearl diver has oysters. You betcha!
I even threw my hat in to solve the case of the disappearance of my college professor. He had been kidnapped for his studies on quantum physics. Like I said, he was a know it all.
I never solved the case, but I learned alot about quantum physics during my efforts.
Why was I waisting time reminiscing? I had another riddle to figure out. I told myself. This was no time to be going over my whole life, that would only cause a number of regrets.
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Jesus Villalobos
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