Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 410: The Mossad Problem Solved free porn video

Wednesday November 21 to month end, 2007 (Continued)

The US Government did not drop everything else and make it their number one priority to carry out the angel's orders, but the investigation did go ahead rapidly. The media wasn't given full access and information wasn't made public as fast as it could have been, but quite a lot of access was given and a good amount of information was reported, with more progress being usefully made behind the scenes.

It didn't take long for the FBI to learn that several of my prisoners were Israeli, and in a couple of cases, to positively identify them as members of Israel's security forces. Most usefully, their pictures had been broadcast all over the world and thousands of worried or religiously compliant Israeli citizens were phoning tips in.

When the nationalities and affiliations were confirmed, President Bush was informed. He discussed the situation with his top advisors, but had no choice except to call the Israeli Prime Minister, describe the information he'd been given, commiserate briefly, but then state that he [the President] had to ask Congress to declare war on Israel, as ordered by the angel. The current situation following so closely on the heels of the CIA's debacle made it very easy for the President to know what to do, as the American public were still highly emotional and were again screaming for action; other than those of them that weren't busy evacuating Washington DC yet again. The threat wasn't as dire as normal, but for some people evacuation had become a habit.

The vice-president had only days previously been forced out of office and then killed by a mob, and the President feared the same would happen to him if he disobeyed the angel's very explicit order, or that it'd decapitate him itself. That wasn't what he told the Israeli Prime Minister. He used the excuse, "One angel totally destroyed five of our air bases in one night and it was holding itself back far more than we ever suspected. We have no choice. If we don't declare war on your country, the angel will consider us to be aiding and abetting you, and who knows what it would do to us then. I have asked the FBI to double-check their findings, which will delay the announcement for a few hours, but then I'll have to let them release news of your country's involvement. In a few hours the whole world will know of it. Congress will vote to declare war on Israel with or without my request, and my advisors predict that some of your neighbors will do so too. Your country won't exist in a few days unless you do what the angel wants."

A few hours later, the FBI released the information that the operatives had been working for Mossad, Israel's primary secret service. The Israeli Government did nothing publicly, but a great deal must have been happening behind the scenes. Including, I am sure, some very hurried editing of their files. The political and military situation in the Middle East quickly became even more complex.

The Israeli government had to hand over the information. To do otherwise would be to risk the destruction of their entire country. The Israeli information started flowing into the FBI as soon as the first few Congress votes had shown that congressmen were carrying out the angel's instruction. War was declared and America's armed forces were put on alert - especially those stationed in Israel! - but war was on hold while the new information was being analyzed.

Only a couple of hours later, the information started being made public. As news-anchor Dave had said, "Someone had made a very big mistake." That someone was initially a Jewish rabbi who had a great deal of secular influence. He'd not believed that my "Angel Plan" was true (silly him) and had pushed the Israeli Government into sending a substantial Mossad team to investigate the angel and me. I guess the Israelis had been worried that the Guardian Angel might have said something anti-Jewish, or done something else to harm their country. The angel had been too busy using its influence over pretty girls' panties to worry about influencing international geopolitics.

Mossad's bosses had thought that immediately following the exposure of CIA's operation would give their agents a good opportunity to surveil me because I would have relaxed my vigilance (silly them). According to the documents Israel released, the spying mission was just that, being empty of any active intent. Its purpose was to find out if the angel was real before the Israeli government tried to talk to God through it. The information was silent about any contingencies, such as if they found out that the angel wasn't real. Whether Mossad's intention truly had been so non-violent didn't matter, as it was well and truly shut down now - here and very soon everywhere else, as a great deal of information was beginning to become available for me to spread over our inter-dimensional grapevine.

The angel was in no hurry to call the investigation off, so the amount of information kept increasing. A lot of it was VERY good quality information too, judged according to my needs. The FBI had been displeased by the Israelis running an operation inside America, and VERY displeased that the operation might have caused the angel to nuke Washington DC - where the top Fibbies lived - so they took the opportunity to teach the Mossad a lesson. The FBI, no doubt helped by the CIA who had a lot of curiosity about the Mossad's operational procedures and capabilities, adopted the procedure of putting their questions on the website at the same time they asked them of the Israelis. Any questions that weren't fully and quickly answered were noted on the website as being unsatisfactorily answered, which gave the Israelis the shits as those comments might cause the angel to carry out a massive retribution. (The media were already doing very much the same thing in their articles to force the FBI to release information.) The Mossad was forced to reveal a great deal about how it operated. It refused to answer questions that had nothing to do with the case at hand, but that still left thousands of very interesting lines of inquiry.

One line of inquiry amused me when it immediately hit a brick wall: the Mossad swore on a stack of Torahs that it had NOT raided the Fort Dodge lab, and that it had no definite lead on who had. That was a subject that the US Government was extremely eager to make progress with, and it used every trick it could think of to learn more of what the Mossad knew about that subject. Mossad had a great deal of inconclusive intelligence as it had been searching the world for the mysterious raiders too, and had collected a very large pile of vague information, most of which had been deliberately planted by America's enemies. Quite a lot of it was previously unknown to the CIA, so they were enjoying their new intelligence gathering method, although a few months from now they won't appreciate its total fruitlessness.

The media had been running around like chickens with their heads cut off unable to process the story properly because it was so big, developing so fast, had been a deluge of information right from the start and that was only increasing in rate, and was awkwardly multinational. They did their best to analyze and comment about the information that was being released, but as their main source was the FBI's angel-ordered website, I mostly just read that. That the media was deluged with information didn't make them reluctant to pressure the FBI for more by writing articles that said the FBI was withholding something or other. Individual journalists had particular interests they wanted to pursue, and collectively the media enjoyed being able to force the FBI to respond because it couldn't risk the angel taking the media's complaints seriously. So sometimes interesting new information appeared first in news stories, but it almost immediately thereafter appeared on the website anyway.

I had to hang around home because the prisoners were hanging around here too. I'd let the FBI take away all the physical evidence once the media had filmed it sufficiently, but I'd kept the prisoners so I could execute them later. As part of my job to give the Waiting Marks as much information as possible, I took advantage of my inactivity to hire someone who knew Hebrew to come to my home and teach me how to write several dozen Hebrew phrases that I thought the other Waiting Marks may find useful. He also had to teach me how to get a computer to display Hebrew and how to type it on a Qwerty keyboard. He thought my chosen phrases were strange, but that wouldn't matter because I wasn't going to use them in this dimension.

Some people speculated that the angel didn't have the ability to take action in Israel itself, as indicated by its using the US military to apply the pressure. There were also many questions about aspects that people couldn't understand, such as: "Why is the angel in such a hurry?", and "What's wrong with people spying on Mark Anderson anyway? It's not polite, but it's not bad enough to threaten to destroy everyone in a country."

There are many reasons I am so strongly against being surveilled. One I haven't previously mentioned is because the surveillers wouldn't have started doing so unless they were biased toward disbelieving my story; if they'd believed my story all they'd want to do is kiss my feet. To make surveillance even worse, even if for the rest of our lives everyone in my families is ultra-cautious of everything we say and I never again use any of my special abilities, people are well known for believing what they want to believe, so the baddies might interpret something innocuous as proof of my being the fake they thought I was.

I shudder to think what highly capable, government-resourced, law-ignoring, trained agents could do to my families and me if they got it into their heads to take strong action. Just as it had happened with the DHS and CIA when they kidnapped me, I am too fascinating. Once intrigued, they would dig away at me, never wanting to let me go. One dose of truth serum or other inhibition-removing drug, and my big mouth could destroy my families' lives and then human civilization in every w-dimension. It was much better to chop a few heads off and provide other disincentives to discourage anyone from surveilling us. It's terrible how hard it is to teach people, and especially governments, to stop using their powers illegally, but I had no choice but to keep giving them that lesson every time they came too close. I had initially used only threats and small amounts of non-lethal force to discourage people, but the governments' repeated inability to behave properly compelled me into using an amount of lethal force that I would never have believed likely when I'd started down this road.

The media did one thing well: they drew attention to my little tidbit tricks. For example, in the major typed speech from the angel I had planted the sentence: "These operatives committed suicide three days ago at 08:24." I haven't quoted all the angel's communication while having cops and media doing their things on our property, but during those messages, I managed to insert several such tidbits.

When I'd been reading through the baddies' laptops while doing the mind-reading light show in their base, I'd found a surveillance log that had specified the very first time I was observed by a member of the team: three days earlier at 08:24. I don't know whether or not the FBI spotted that connection, but someone in the media did after the laptops' files were put on the website. It and two other similar seeds were spotted and were publicly commented on with considerable prominence, everyone believing that they proved that the angel had always known what was going on. People now realized that it was obvious that the angel would know everything because it could make thousands of copies of itself and they could move around invisibly. The implications of that amazed everybody. SURELY by now - I YET again hoped - the angel's capabilities would dissuade anyone else from sticking their nose into my business.

There was no public mention of the angel having the ability to read minds, although I imagine that the American and Israeli governments would know about it. The Guardian Angel had let my prisoners speak. Once the Israelis started releasing information, the angel told the FBI to let the prisoners have a cellphone to call home with, which was surely bugged. The prisoners knew they were going to be killed soon, and it seemed only reasonable to let them contact their families since they didn't seem to be bad people, unlike the crew the CIA had employed.

There was quite a lot of miscellaneous crap that we had to put up with. We had media teams on our property so crap was inescapable. They demanded an explanation for why the angel was doing what it was doing, why it was doing it this way, why couldn't it do something else, etc. The angel's first answer - pretty much regardless of the particular way the question was phrased - was: "God has ordered me to protect Mark Anderson." Inevitably there was a second question, to which the angel replied by crushing the reporter's microphone and the cameraman's camera. That seemed to satisfy that particular news-team's curiosity. Inevitably another news team would repeat the same error a few hours later. I lost track of the number of times someone in my families had to suggest to newspeople that, "Maybe the angel doesn't like you questioning God's judgment."

I kept the prisoners suspended, which meant I couldn't go to sleep for the duration. That was easy as I need very little sleep. They were fed, watered and toileted while floating three feet in the air. They were eventually executed, in a way similar to how "Mark2" does it (described below).

I've been spreading my findings through the grapevine from when I had findings to spread, so my job being done, it's time to leave this Mark.

Welcome back to my - Mark2's - life and dimension.

After the third déjà vu from which I'd obtained useful information, I decided it was time to act. My first act was to sit on my ass and apparently do nothing, as I mentally typed up my notes about the Israeli operation. Even at my typing speed, it took quite a while. In preparation for the recent déjà vu's, I had divided the information I had into multiple topics. During our links I had simultaneously transferred #1's chunk of information to the other #1, #2's chunk to the other #2, etc., to get as much information through as possible in the limited time. My link partners, being the very smart guys they are, had also had the same smart idea if they had information for me, so they had done the same back with me when we swapped over at halftime. [We'd actually had that idea months ago and it's a standard routine for us whenever we have a lot of information to convey, but because I'd not bothered to mention it earlier, I described it the way I just did, mainly because I like to find opportunities to call myself smart.]

Other than the necessary description of the whole operation, the two kinds of information that we'd prioritized when déjà vu'ing were facts that hurt the Mossad, and minutiae. Revealing the former would make all agencies more hesitant to bother us in the future, and if the angel knew the latter, the implication was that it knew everything. The Risk-Taking dimensions' Fibbies had forced the Mossad to reveal a great deal of the former, and the Mossad had tried to bury the FBI in the latter, so I had plenty of both kinds of material. The implication from my releasing both kinds was: "Stay away from Mark Anderson!"

Judging by the volume of information I typed, Angels don't know about executive summaries, so the media were going to have to do a lot of reading. Reading takes time and requires thinking so the media really hates it, which is precisely why I'd not provided a summary. I like doing what I can to abuse the media, because it certainly abuses everyone else in its pursuit of profit.

I printed multiple copies of my notes as I'd need them soon. The déjà vu that had given me the third result had occurred in the early evening, which conveniently meant my six days of waiting were nearly over, as at this time of the year it's dark enough for me to fly around after dinner.

I gathered my families together in the Adults' living room, passed out a couple sets of the notes (only Dad and Prof were interested), and gave everyone a verbal executive summary. It only took a few minutes as they just needed to know the framework, although I did give them a few tidbits as examples of the sort of things that were in my notes.

They were very curious about how I could have learned all that stuff sitting at home twiddling my thumbs - I'd actually been twiddling girls' nipples as I've discovered that they're more fun to twiddle than my own thumbs - but I gave them the same answer as I had to the same question after the first Surveillance Problem, which was to refuse to answer: "Sorry, I have to refuse to tell you."

We discussed what to do. There were many possibilities because we had total control over the process, but we all preferred a quick and simple approach. That left the question of how effective to make it. I could, for example, create a thousand angels in front of the media, have them fade into invisibility, then have the angel type on a laptop, "I can be as many as I need. I have many of me inside every human intelligence service, watching and listening for anything relevant to my assignment." We didn't like such ideas because although they would cause people to fear doing anything against me, such an approach might cause people to fear having the angel exist at all, and they might try to make it not exist. God knows how they'd do that, but I know from personal experience that fear can drive people to crazy and violent deeds, and we didn't like that I would probably be at ground zero for all of them.

We decided on a simple and understated lid-blowing exercise. It unfortunately required an executive summary, so I started typing that on my study computer. I'd add them to the piles of detailed notes after our discussion ended.

Dad asked for Paul to come up to talk to us, while I got on the phone to CNN. They had given the previous Surveillance Problem particularly good coverage - we thought they'd said more nice things about me and the angel than any other network - so they'd get the scoop this time. I invited them to send a live broadcast unit to Corvallis Airport, making sure they understood that I meant to the airport and not to our home because I didn't want to spook the Israeli spooks. In response to my question, they checked then gave me their ETA. Being a news network, they started asking me what it was about, but my hanging up fixed that.

When Paul arrived, I told him, "The angel has decided it's time to take down the Israeli operation. It has enough information now. I'll give you a copy of the angel's notes about them later. It wants to do something simpler than what it did with the CIA, and apparently your guys won't need to do anything other than handle any media who get overeager. It should all occur just outside our gates, but the media will doubtless try to make nuisances of themselves. It should happen in about three quarters of an hour."

"Do you know what it's going to do?"

"You know how the angel operates by now: if it tells me anything at all, it's only what it wants me to do. It did let me read its notes about the Israeli operation though, which was interesting. There are several sets in my study; feel free to help yourself to one on your way back, but keep it under your hat until after the lid's been blown off."

When it was time, I dressed in black including a ski mask, grabbed most of the piles of notes, my laptop and two parabolic mics kindly donated to me by the FBI. I put everything except one pile of notes inside plastic bags in case it rained, and I hid them up a tree a couple of hundred feet away from our gate for later use, and then I flew myself to the Corvallis Airport. I hadn't cared whether the CNN crew came by helicopter or van as I had over 8,000 kg (over 9 tons) of force at this time. I spotted a CNN-logoed van in the airport's parking lot. There were three guys standing beside it, presumably a reporter, cameraman and technician. Keeping myself hidden, I had the Guardian Angel emerge from the ground about four feet from them, giving them a hell of a scare. I hoped they reported on it because who in their right mind would ever contemplate doing something to piss off a creature who could do that?

The angel helpfully opened their van's doors then gently NP-pushed them toward it. They looked around frantically for any human to question, but there was no one to be seen. The angel pushed them again, noticeably harder. They got the hint and got in.

The driver started the van, but the angel turned it and the headlights off, then lifted it a few yards up into the air. The occupants quickly put their seatbelts on. I canceled the angel as bright lights in the sky are too noticeable. Keeping myself 400-odd feet away from the van and above it so their view of me was blocked, I started flying us in a wide circle so we would approach the baddies' house from a direction obscured by other houses.

Early in the flight the technician started doing something techniciany, but NP soon stopped that. I didn't want any transmissions going out yet. I stopped them making cellphone calls too, in case CNN announced something that alerted the baddies.

It took a few minutes, but it was easy to get the van to the baddies' base unobserved by floating it just above the ground level. I liked to think that the van was 'sneaking up on them', but it was merely floating along just above road level most of the time, with occasional shortcuts over someone's property and 'leaps' over their fences.

I maneuvered myself to get within five hundred feet of my targets before the van got near them. I quickly searched the house to make sure all twelve baddies were there and that all was okay, which it was. I did a slightly slower search to make sure no one was on the phone or otherwise communicating to anyone. I found an unoccupied house nearby and hid myself beside its living room window. I turned its TV on and tuned it to CNN, suspecting that there might be something good on soon. I continued to bring the van closer, with a sight blob now constantly monitoring the baddies to see if they suddenly started reacting with panic. They hadn't yet, but they would later.

I parked the van nearby, opened its door, and pulled the newsies to get them out and doing their jobs. A dim Guardian Angel approached carrying a stack of paper. The top sheet - the summary - lifted off and sped to the reporter. He glanced at it, and I enjoyed the look of glee on his face. He quickly told his team what it said, and they looked similarly gleeful.

I picked up the reporter, cameraman and their gear, and sped them toward the house. Inside of which I clamped all the baddies exactly where they were, disabled their radios and disconnected their computers from their cabled and wireless internet connections. It'd come out from the FBI's examination of the machines that they could have been remotely instructed to wipe themselves. As CNN was about to start broadcasting this live, there was nothing surer than that command being sent very soon. I didn't clamp the baddies' mouths shut because their comments might make for Good TV.

The news team was flown into the house's dining room only a few seconds after the clamps were applied. The cameraman already had his camera rolling. I helped illuminate the scene by having the Guardian Angel rise out of one of the baddies' laptops, expanding from a tiny sphere as it did so. I timed it for when it was in the camera's frame, so I hoped everyone would believe that angels can 'bug' computers in an amazingly effective new way.

It started chaotically, with the news team freaked out nearly as much as the baddies, but the CNN guys soon got professional, and I started enjoying some very exciting breaking news on the TV that I was watching.

For the next several minutes, I let the CNN team wander around the house doing whatever they wanted. If they talked to a baddie, I extracted his rap sheet from the pile of papers that had followed the team into the room, and passed it to the reporter to read. The CNN-watching world could see that the baddies did not appreciate having their histories read out and discussed.

At appropriate points, mostly based on what I heard on TV, I extracted other pages and passed them to the reporter. I hadn't received much information through the grapevine about the baddies' computers, but I had been sent the instruction for how to find one interesting file, so I called that up and let the reporter page through it. It was important that the world see confirmation of my typed claims, especially as the baddies had clamped their own mouths shut and weren't confirming nuthin'.

There were baddies in other rooms, and some had even been in bed asleep before I clamped them, and I made sure the news team toured the whole house to see everything and everyone. By then I'd got tired of passing out individual notes so had given the whole stack to the reporter. He was floundering somewhat, not sure what to do or how to do it. He couldn't stop to read notes on live TV, even though he knew they contained all sorts of fascinating facts.

He hadn't mentioned his location any more precisely than "Corvallis", so we had nearly fifteen undisturbed minutes before I heard cop sirens heading our way fast. It was a good time for me to relocate the show.

I picked up everyone and everything, and preceded by the Guardian Angel, they all flew outside and up into the air, joined by CNN's van. We flew home, the cameraman having great fun recording the flight. I made damned sure he didn't get me into his field of view. I very much wanted the world to think that I was at home the whole time.

There was a slight hitch in my plan when I got home because there were already cops parked outside our gate. I had thoughtlessly assumed that we'd be able to do some things before they arrived, but I easily adapted my plan.

I parked CNN's van and news-crew on the side of the street about fifty yards south of our gates. I formed the baddies into a shoulder-to-shoulder line on the east side of the street just outside our gate, facing them all toward the west. They were hovering three feet above the ground and on display for all to see. I'll hold them there for as long as this takes. I laid their possessions on the grass at their feet.

The cops had moved toward the equipment, but a Guardian Angel rose up from the grass between the cops and the baddies' stuff, then it split two copies of itself left and right, which moved to guard the baddies' front and southern side, their northern side being against our wall. The implication was obvious so the cops stayed back.

I'd put the baddies to the east of our roadway because the spot I'd picked to hide myself was to the west. It was inside our property about three hundred feet from the gate, and inside a copse of trees so I couldn't be seen. I floated the two parabolic microphones to me and placed them in the tree so they had clear lines of sound to the group. I put the headphones on so I could hear what was being said. Now I had sight (via sight blob) and sound (via a mic and its backup) to the events, while I was nowhere to be seen myself, hopefully avoiding suspicion about how often I had to be around the angel when it was doing things that it should be able to do independent of me.

I floated the piles of my notes out of their hiding place, moved them along the wall where they wouldn't be seen, then up and over the gate. I gave a couple of sets of the notes to the cops, and placed the rest on the ground under and slightly in front of the baddies, ready for the later media and law enforcement arrivals.

I stripped the baddies naked, putting their clothes and possessions neatly among the piles of everything else I'd taken from their base. I didn't have a strong reason for stripping them, but did have a few minor reasons: they were all fit, healthy people so their top halves would make Good TV; their strength and fitness would make them seem more threatening; their nakedness would convey that the angel disregarded normal human sensibilities; and it would make their final ending more graphic as their blood poured over their pale bodies.

Then I basically did nothing for fifteen minutes, mostly to let CNN get the story out and so that everyone who needed to be would be awake. I started my laptop booting, which gave the big bosses in Israel yet more time to contemplate the situation.

I flew my laptop along the wall, then it and another angel flew up and over our gate, getting everyone's attention. The laptop moved to a position where its screen could be seen by the CNN cameraman and the local media cameramen. I typed:

The leaders of the country of America have proved themselves to be:

Stupid, for thinking they could fool God.
Evil, for breaking God's commands not to intrude unwelcomely into my assignment's life.
Evil, for refusing to take responsibility for their decisions and actions.

The leaders of the country of Israel have proved themselves to be:

Stupid, for thinking they could fool God.
Evil, for breaking God's commands not to intrude unwelcomely into my assignment's life.
Will they take responsibility for their decisions and actions?