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Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 38 The Dirt Finally Starts
First came the wind. The wind howled like a thing alive. Even though I was anything but cold in late May in Arizona, the sound of that howling wind chilled me and made me think of winter storms of the coldest winters and most frigid places I had ever lived in my life. I remembered when I was a kid, my parents had moved to South Dakota, just twenty miles south of the border with North Dakota, for a year because of my dad’s job. That year, of all years by chance, had been a record-breaking coldest winter South Dakota had had for the previous one hundred eighty years. That had been cold. Although it wasn’t cold, the wind howled like the winds of one of those South Dakota storms. It didn’t chill me on the outside though, but on the inside, in my soul. Next, came the first particles of the Dirt. We could hear them hitting the cabin walls and roof. They didn’t sound like rain, of course, because they weren’t drops of liquid, but they weren’t large and solid enough to sound like pieces of
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 37 Dr. Schnell
After Bob and his S.H.A.D.E. goons captured us on the Saturday before the Dirt rolled in, they took us to a nearby cabin and tied us to chairs. They’d captured Rachelle and Mont, too, even though those two had been back at the firepit circle with Spitfire. Since S.H.A.D.E. had had us as hostage, Mont and Rachelle had had no choice but to surrender.Our captors knew about p’ckit dragons because of course they did. They were S.H.A.D.E., the antithesis nemesis organization of Control. So, they forbid Spitfire from flying away, put Rachelle at gunpoint, and told Spitfire to enter her pocket dimension or they’d shoot Rachelle. Spitfire had reluctantly complied and we hadn’t seen her since. Once at the cabin, Rachelle had been forced to strip down to her underwear (which had no pockets). This apparently sealed Spitfire in her pocket dimension until Rachelle put on something with pockets.Unfortunately for them, that used up all their chairs, so after that the agents of S.H.A.D.E. had no pla
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 36 Headed Out for a Pub Crawl
A vetala has two drives, a physical one and a psychological one, much like we living humans have both physical needs and psychological ones. Physically, a vetala seeks the physical pleasure of drinking human blood. That’s the reason it’s analogized so much as the Hindu version of what in the West is called a vampire. Psychologically, it wants to test us, us humans, to test us in moral and ethical dilemmas, to test our survival instincts, to test our intelligence levels, etc. It has a sick and sadistic curiosity about us. So, it wants to consume our blood, but, like a cat, it wants to play with its food first. Since a vetala is a spirit inhabiting a body and doesn’t possess a body itself, it can’t be killed, but it can be banished. Banishment is achieved by killing its current body and making sure the body is buried with all the proper ceremonies. Of course the main difficulty in this is that the vetala spirit certainly doesn’t want to be banished and it can jump into the body of som
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 35 Getting Protection
Dear reader, I’ve got a few hours to write to you before X and I must be off to hunt the vetala. As fate would have it, the reason I have the time to write to you now is that I’m recovering from a procedure, but don’t worry. I’m not in the hospital this time and I’ll be able to move freely and get out and about in just a couple of hours. In the meantime, while I sit here, X is out interviewing a few more witnesses to what we believe was the vetala. I have to say “what we believe was the vetala” because it doesn’t have its own physical form and it can switch bodies, which brings me to my current situation, getting protected from possession when the time comes for X and me to confront the thing. After we left the street cafe, X brought me to the home of Savitri Kaur, his contact who owed him a favor he had mentioned in the cafe. Savitri appeared to be a Northern Indian woman in her sixties. I recognized Kaur as both a Sikh and Punjabi surname from my cultural studies. After X explaine
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 34 S.H.A.D.E.
What we were looking for was a location where we could get a clear comm signal to Control and wait for them to come pick us up. Hopefully, we’d avoid the whole Dirt blowing in thing. It was still Saturday. We still had plenty of time, just not as much as before. As we hiked, I realized that I was a little disappointed at the proposition of being extracted from the Dust Bowl area by Control and missing the Dirt. In spite of how it might bring in horrors, I realized that a part of me actually wanted to see it. My world had become so much wider and deeper since I’d taken up X on his offer that day in my office that now seemed so long ago. During a pause on a trail we’d found that made hiking a little easier, I wiped sweat from my brow, replacing the moisture with a long pull from my canteen. I gazed at the arid Arizona landscape around me as I thought of all the strange things I’d experienced as an Agent of Control: Black-Eyed Kids, UFOs/UAPs, meeting a real mage and a real shaman, bef
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 33 Saturday Morning
This may be the last entry that I make for a while, dear reader. X and I are going to be hunting the vetala here in Underdenver. I don’t know what the outcome of that endeavor is going to be yet. I’m sure X will be fine. He’s been doing this kind of thing all his life, however long that’s been. I’m not sure. I still don’t feel quite the level of rapport I’d like to when I finally ask him the questions that I’m dying to ask him about himself. So, for this, what will be my last entry for a while, I shall return to chronicling what happened in Dust Bowl, AZ after Liz revealed that she wasn’t actually the version of herself that was properly born here in our universe but rather she was a parallel Earth Liz. Sometimes, it seems like my life since joining Control has been just one long fever dream. After her confession there in the Good Rock Mining Company office, Liz let out a long, tired sigh. “So. You outnumber me. You’ve got weapons and I don’t. I can’t even pull rank on you since yo
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 32 Conversation Over a Cigarette
“This was Dr. Milton.” The research lab manager lifted the bloody sheet from the corpse. As an anthropologist, I’d studied and been around a lot of dead bodies, most of them skeletons that had been dead for a long, long time. I wasn’t prepared for the grotesquery that my eyes fell upon under that sheet. The man’s throat had been ripped out, savagely. I managed to not flinch or look away, though. I kept up the image of a professional who saw worse things than this all the time. I wondered how often in the future I might. The manager looked up at X, addressing him as his disguised persona. “What do you think, Mr. M?”“I think it's a good idea you called me in, sir,” X responded in his imitation of how the stereotypical Man in Black spoke, nearly monotone and emotionless, rather than his usual bouncy exuberance. “What can you tell me about other unusual things going on around here or seen around here lately? Have there been any?” X pulled from his jacket a small notebook and began taki
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 31 The Hunt Begins
As I write this to you, dear reader, I’m still at Underdenver hospital, but not as a patient anymore. In a strange twist of fate, I work security here now and am provided, in return, an in-building apartment that I share with X as we strategize our next move. The apartment includes all our basic needs, including food, which comes in the form of free meals in the hospital cafeteria. No hospital on the surface has ever served food of this high quality, I am sure! My mouth would water even now writing to you about the steaks I’ve eaten lately. I think I’m starting to put on a few pounds.It took me a week and a half for the medical staff at the Underdenver hospital to give me their blessing that I was good to go. That might seem like a long time to let vampires run around unchecked. X stopped in to visit me frequently. He assured me that my recovery was not hindering the vampire investigation.“While you are in here, I am doing preliminary work on the streets of Underdenver, Carl. First
Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders Ch. 30 Underdenver
Internal bleeding. That’s what the doctors said happened to me when I passed out on the train getting here to Underdenver. They think the car crash–never a good thing for anyone to experience–was especially not good for someone still recovering from the damage I’d sustained in Dust Bowl. I may be writing to you again from a hospital, dear reader, but at least this hospital in Underdenver is a lot nicer place. The people are a lot nicer and I have a lot more freedom. Nurses or orderlies come and take me out of my room daily, not only for therapy, but just for the sake of getting out. I’m not just left in my room to mentally rot while my body heals. There’s even a social room to hang out with other patients. The next day after my arrival here at this hospital in Underdenver, X came and got me and personally pushed me in a wheelchair into the social room. (They say they’ll let me try to start walking on my own tomorrow.) It wasn’t too crowded. We were able to find a corner with some co
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