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Chapter 14: The Ghost Town The Suzuki Jimny, running on fumes and prayer, died with a wheezing sigh just as Kenny slammed the brakes outside the Radisson Health Clinic. The sign above the automatic doors was tilted, one bulb flickering weakly in the cold morning air. Kenny barely registered the small, flat sprawl of Radisson—a scattering of gray, functional buildings built for the hydro facility, now looking like a backdrop for an apocalypse. The enormous absence of traffic, the close
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Indeed, however this is the Empire Strikes Back, so you are all warned.
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What he does have is irrefutable proof of conspiracy to frame Peter and Matt, which is valuable to getting the charges against them dropped. Because nothing looks as great as: The Prime-Minister's Brother not turning up to his arraignment and "vanished" by the mechanism of the state. Will has one hell of a scandal brewing. And given the mess around him, it's another political wound he's going to have to struggle through with his Coalition about to collapse.
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Five minutes with the DG, and good ol'Brad will be confessing to stealing money from Wesley-Bear's mom's purse, cheating on this third grade homework, and the location of Jimmy Hoffa.
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Releasing early, because I haven't slept yet and probably won't be up in time to release as regular. Enjoy
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Chapter Twenty-three WORLD END: T-minus 98 days, 10 hours, and 00 minutes Containment Zone - The Community Compound, Alberta Foothills. The air was a biting, unforgiving blade, a true test of the Canadian winter. November had sealed the Alberta Foothills in a deep, paralyzing cold. Heavy, wet snow fell without cease, coating the military perimeter—the LAV-III Infantry Fighting Vehicles, the Armored Engineer Vehicles, and the endless lines of barbed wire—in a thick, silenc
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The kids have been the heart of this story, I have loved every second of writing them, and am contemplating writing a Tommy, Jacob and Weston story, perhaps a road trip with them a little older. Carter's Odyssey.... something simple, non political and coming-of-age ish
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I remember hearing about this man when I was 14, maybe 15 on the radio on a school bus. It is a story that always stuck with me as an example of a politician putting the nation ahead of his own ambition. It was one of the formulation principles behind how I wanted to portray Will Carter the politician. In an era of tribalism, it should be noted that he was a Republican and comported himself with honour.
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You remind me of Senator Dewey, who was convinced not to reveal project "Magic" during World War 2, a patriotic sacrifice that cost him the election of 1944. Say what you will about the man and his politics, that is the kind of example we need more of in politics the world over.
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I do enjoy your analysis of the plots, you are seldom wrong, now if I were Enrico, where would I find men willing to take back a dam... :: thinks ::
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Steve with the entire world's financial stability in the palm of his hand, this... this is going to be interesting.
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Learn Magic Steve. It's how we out think the idiota
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Chapter 13: The Street Magician The room was silent save for the low, aggressive hum of the dam’s ventilation system, which felt less like climate control and more like the ominous, suppressed breathing of a hidden giant. It wasn't the concrete shoebox of a holding cell anymore, but a repurposed, sterile office—all institutional beige paint, cheap corporate art depicting bland landscapes, and a single, heavy, locked steel door. The air was thick with the scent of recycled, chilled air and t
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Weston's smarter than anyone gives him credit for. He's had those two figured out ages ago.
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Will needs to learn to change and grow. And the pressure cooker he is in will either break him, or temper him.
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Weston Knows
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Chapter Twenty-two WORLD END: T-minus 108 days, 14 hours, and 00 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. The Prime Minister's Private Study. Late Night. The air in the private study was colder than the November night outside. The temperature felt glacial, thick with the scent of old leather, paper, and the suffocating smell of absolute power. The only sound was the tick of the grandfather clock, a relentless, mechanical judge marking the minutes of their coll
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I miss you greatly Miles, old friend.
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You're forgetting something.
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Excellent work. Touchingly powerful chapter, filled with genuine joy
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If anyone were there.
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Radisson is a tiny village On the edge of the reservoir that is the size of Luxembourg (it is a massive body of water)
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Kenny, earning his MVP today.
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Chapter 12: Fever Drive The frigid air was thick with the smells of burnt oil and pine, but all Kenny could register was the cloying, metallic scent of Alex’s fevered skin. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. If you stop, he dies. The mantra was the only thing holding the seams of his sanity together. They hadn’t moved far from the Observation Post before Alex’s condition plummeted. The crude stitches Kenny had installed at the radio tower—a desperate, clumsy act performed with trembling han
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