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Well Davon was working on opening his present, butt the excitement overwhelmed them; having to wait to recover and try again when calmed. No Joel, the splat pattern will remain on the tiles and/glass unless washed…rinsing will flush the excess but that splat and running pattern will be visible with subsequent water spray or mist. Yep, kinda like gang tagging, Joel came here…again, and again. Not recommended to sign your work as that removes all doubts. 🤣

Rick’s lack of memory has me wondering if he wasn’t the first victim between him and Martin, but perhaps that drugging wasn’t refined or maybe interrupted and abandoned before identified. I have a feeling Rick will recover his memories, as painful as it’s going to be, as Martin was second in line; the only one to blame is Corcoran, all other what ifs or if I had, is just that; trying to deny that fate had targeted them by just being in the presence of a very wicked man.

Life is definitely no picnic; especially when targeted by a madman.

At least the stalker doesn’t know Rick’s current location…or so we believe. It’s a good sign the neighbors are being observant and that others there also know the stalker is about the place. now hopefully the young neighbors have a great face shot to get into the face recognition system and for destribution with the police force in association with the murders; I guess a person of interest at this point.

Ho, ho, ho

Walter doesn’t seem to be totally forthcoming with vital information. Classified program be damned, there is a need to know and the Kincaids or at least Greg, can be read in on the program. But Walter knows Josh is locked, knows the project, and yet still withholds …until we test his theory. Argh 😖, and what happens if something happens to him or he gets targeted himself. Good for novels and suspense, but piss poor for continuity of specialized projects.

NO, I little festive? 😂 It’s more like college days waking and asking was that real or part of the buzz?

A little spark, that hope, that Andrew could return once again from the dead; hmmm 🤔, the nine lives of Andrew Carter?

By the look of him receiving the Langley intel update, perhaps he does know what possibly awaits.The Un-SCIF seems to have them all them all perplexed. Ironically, the breech of the un-secured compartmental information facility is the very mirror of what Dr Hale was doing to Andrew with the Lisinitor; compromise his deepest secrets, remove his compartmentalization, scramble his information. Yet, the turn about is Andrew breeches Abernathy’s SCIF, exposed Abernathy’s own secrets back to him as he voided Abernathy’s little compartmental operation of disinformation and manipulation…by shredding (disemboweling?) the very letterhead of all future Abernathy operations. Poetic justice of just exactly why that drug was banned.

What, you’ve never seen a character awakened from a multi-chapter nightmare? Only the parts of Andrew escaping the compound in the thunder chicken Mustang and teaming with Enrico remains…so yes Abernathy is dead and the CSIS is now informing Will in the PM residence…as the border blockade has shown no movement…. 😂 🤞

OMFG, I just finished watching K-19 and you post this clip. Wow, what coincidence that is; that and the war sensitivities that played into the survival of those men that were pressed into service before that ship was ready and properly stocked; all as ploy for making a political statement.

It’s reading your comment that makes me wonder yet again, why and how did it come to Daisy to raise the kids of her sister and brother-in-law that was very active in tribal life? It would seem logical that Daisy wouldn’t have been that accepting to “those kids” as opposed to the other relatives. It just seems there’s even more to that story that may yet rear it’s ugly head later on.

I was never subjected to mandatory church and my entire family was only loosely connected; maybe religious holiday recognition, weddings, funerals, etc. However, as I was growing up in a mostly baptist community I was interested in the vacation bible school…the summer activities and loose Sunday school programs they held during summer school breaks. Much of the environment was filled with the church teachings. So coincidentally, I realized one of my Sunday school teachers lived on my paper route I took over when I turned 10yo; she a teacher and her husband I believe was called a deacon…but some church leader. I had to collect my money weekly back then and that was via door to door collection. During one weekly visit the car was gone at their house, as many families back then might share a single car, but I knocked and announced paperboy…even doorbells where not standard to all houses. After the first knock and wait I tried a second. The lady of the house, a strong church going Sunday school teacher, finally answered the door. At 10yo I had mostly seen tv depictions, maybe a couple of school yard earnings, but never had I seen such a vivid big black eye. From the mouths of babes, I asked her what happened, are you ok, as a sorta run-on question. She rather stammered and mentioned falling, but she didn’t have any scraps and scratches anywhere on her hands, knees, arms, or face…other than that black eye…and swollen lip. So she lied 🤥 was my best guess. Her husband returned home just as she was finishing up paying me my 53 cents. She rather quickly said goodbye and closed the door. As the husband came around the house to enter through the front door, he asked if I had been paid. “Yes sir, your wife paid me, but wow 🤯, was she at the church when she fell?” Awkward silence and a look at the house…”no, it was here.” Well tell her to be careful and I see ya next week. Perhaps my look and tone said more than a kid should to him that day, but I hardly ever collected from him again; it was almost entirely her that paid me weekly from that point forward. So I guess the hand of god didn’t do the damage I witnessed but I didn’t go back to Vacation Bible School after that.

The ole lack of communication and then leading with mom and I will be leaving… Why not give the guy the news of the offer earlier? Why not share the discussion and thoughts earlier? It wouldn’t have obligated Kris to marriage, or a commitment to moving Dean, but would have helped them understand where their relationship stood. Then they would have perhaps seen the logical steps of making that commitment, or delaying for Kris to settle and Dean to visit as they found whether Dean was ready or wanted this bad enough. I think Dean is smart enough to accept that Kris needs this to move beyond getting stuck there. I think momma’s gonna have to talk to both these boys, pronto.

Now there is an urban improvement project I can get behind. Why did my new car not come with that feature?

However, I figured a longer, more contemplative death for Abernathy. The lower abdomen gun shot was for a slow death…yet emptying the magazine seemed to be Andrew’s agony pleading for up front and immediate revenge.

It doesn’t have to be direct… …

Ahhh, but Will’s madman is more mad and madder than the other madman; now Will needs to be mad enough to believe it.

Destination and opportunities have already changed, now to see where Enrico’s pressure point application appears. I’m thinking the fog of war is about to clear for many; although, we know it’s not always an enemy you clearly see or can easily engage, but even ants can bring down a mighty beast.

Ahhh, but his existence still leaves a stench perpetrated by his network and followers; like cockroaches, I’m sure they’ll run for any shadow promising escape. Fumigation is required for all his rot.

Yes, but like the money trail, it leads to the parties and players on the dole. Abernathy and his entire sinister network need total eradication; no quarter.

Before clarified, I was going to say that these parties present with Abernathy had to have shown skills and knowledge integral to his operation; his trusted agents, as the Colonel barked this is a closed meeting. Indeed colonel it is hereby declared closed.

Now, now, no slang; let’s stick to proper titles and department names…especially for the Ass Commissioner - Undercover Operations.

Wow, you’re making me flashblack to the Japanese ties to the southern parts or coastal areas of the southeast US. The area was covered at one point with groves imported from that Satsuma area (Kagoshima) of Japan. These mikon or Japanese oranges named for the areas for which they originated, generated town names in both Florida and Alabama as well. They grow abundantly in my back yard area on property in Alabama…I love those juicy fruit straight from the trees. With the first freeze having just hit the area, these fruit are at their best with the rebound temps back in the 80s. These are hearty trees and fruit that serviced the great freezes of the 1890s and again in 1980s. Having Japanese Mikon and Persimmons ironically take me back to my many years living in Japan. A very fond memory of growing up and of time in a unique part of Japan.