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The players are nearly all set in what might be an incredible confrontation...

Who is he.... “Jesus!” Cornish yelled, reflexively squeezing his butt cheeks together and swiveling around. Seeing who it was, he responded in a tight gruff voice, “You again!” That same guy, the one that had been hanging around his dock the other day. The one with the cap pulled down on his forehead. Lanky, dark hair, menacing. And where did Elliott go???

My...my...my...

Is there another shoe to drop??? “Do we need to be worried?” Gordon paused, “Not sure. Sleep on it. Don’t say anything to Toby, yet.”

An arduous evening for these folks, what other traps lie ahead and what will they finally find?

Or was the Syrian army on high alert in anticipation of Rashid's orders?

Amazing, with such a strong, core belief about mixing up the gene pool in this society, the action almost seems counter-productive to Piqsirpoq's vision of the future... To what point and what intended results are they going with this blatant attempt??? To create/clone a series of Richter's? Normally, this wouldn't necessarily be a problem, especially given that we live in such a highly stable artificial environment where we don't need to worry about some massive extinction event happening suddenly. But the high-density compressed codes in our genes mean that even a small drift could cause countless precious legacies to vanish forever! This was one of the first things every wolf is taught as soon as they're old enough to understand--the immense responsibility we bear. "Would it matter?" Piqsirpoq said faintly, his voice unnervingly calm. "Let what belongs to the past disappear." He slowly closed his eyes again, his breathing steady. "The future belongs to those who are willing to envision a new world, not to those who like echoes, endlessly wander the decaying tombs of the dead." As if to emphasize his point, the echo of Piqsirpoq's words lingered in the ward, refusing to fade away. "I will change this world, liberating everyone from these irrational shackles." He didn't speak with the tone of someone making a vow or setting a goal, but rather as if he were simply stating an inevitable fact.

To make more rum????

The slow roll-out of answers continues apace the slow-roll out of questions...very intriguing to say the least...like others, we need to know more about just who/what faction hired the canines!!!

I think there is a dearth of age-mates for Nari, and of those available, I get the sense they may passably tolerate him, just guessing here...Then there were some clues as to his sexuality as well... The tree in the courtyard has some significance/importance and may have some importance to Ben. One has to wonder just how long will Ben stay, or is this all a realistic dream he's having??? Loved this chapter, need more!!!

I still don't trust Rodney Dickhead.... "I'm really sorry I was an asshole. I, I don't know. I let my feelings about gay people override friendship. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you guys." Doesn't sound as if he's truly contrite... Aunt Carmella needs to kick Uncle Asswaffle to the curb....

Well the reunion of sorts is bound to be interesting, to say the least....

Starting off with a bang....what fates will they face??

No love for Barb here, hoping our boys Find each other, no offence to George...

I have to wonder about Kellen, how does one lose their magic and still be useful in this situation, that and it is abundantly clear he's a dickhead..

Twin sisters separated at birth.......

My Creature Feature submission is nearing Inspiration Pass....

Things that make you go hummmm... How many of us have been there?? Well… if he was dead, he’d deal with it tomorrow

This is a deadly game of cat and many, many mice...

There's still someone out there, have they fled or are they are biding their time??

Humm...has someone new just appeared??? “Say, can I ask you something?” “What’s that honey?” “You know much about what goes on in this little corner of world?” “Enough,” Ethel huffed. She stood there, one hand on the bar, the other on her hip. Who was screwing whom, literally and figuratively, what deals were about to come down, who was in trouble, and who was riding the crest of a wave. Pretty much everything. She looked at him, a doubtful expression on her face, after he made his pitch. Who is this little twerp, anyway? He certainly didn’t look the part of an operator. Slender, more like skinny, from what she could see under his jacket. A wide brimmed cap pulled down almost to his eyebrows, dark hair pulled back into a man bun, some light scruff on his face. He cocked his head in a kind of cute way, as if he was appraising her. “I dunno. Let’s see how it goes.” “Fair enough,” he said. With that, he flattened a bill down on the bar. “Here’s a little encouragement.” As he got up to leave, he glanced at her in a way that made her feel immediately uncomfortable. Plus, he had a funny smell.

I know folks/friends just lie that and they appear to love wallowing....

I'm thinking/wishing that Barb is heavily pregnant, married to a chain-smoking, tattooed, beer swilling, fried chicken eating heavy weight trucker.... The boys might separate, but hopefully not for long...That's all my fantasy has at the moment... Breaking the kiss, he looked deeply into my eyes. Even in the dark of the tent, I could see emotion in his eyes, on his face. “You are amazing, Art,” he said with an appreciative shake of his head. “I never imagined I might love a guy, but I do love you, in spite of my orientation.”

The idea has become reality!!!

What secrets will be revealed??? And, will they be able to exit or is this a trap??