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Chapter Seven WORLD END: T-minus 135 days, 18 hours, and 6 minutes CSIS Headquarters, Ogilvie Road, Ottawa. - Secure Holding and Interrogation Suite. The viewing room was a sterile box of cinder block and laminated glass. Andrew Carter stood rigid behind the reinforced panel, hands clasped behind his back, his expression a smooth, implacable granite. The scent of disinfectant and ozone was heavy in the air, a poor substitute for moral clarity. Through the gla
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OSI bought time, but let's not forget, it is Brian we're talking about, and he's nobodies bitch!
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There is a major fight coming, yes. This one, far more Kinetic than the last. The next chapter should help set the pieces. I have combined two chapters into one so there is a lot in it. So make sure you have a cup of tea for it.
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I kind of wanted to do it literally, give a proper weight to a trope with a slight twist of making it actually a ghost in the machine.
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two more chapters. Then Coyote vs the Water Wolf (Which is nearly done I am working on chapter 18 right now)
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My logic being, what is the most Canadian way to begin healing, and then I remembered the rink Mat built.
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OSI to the rescue
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Chapter 18: The Protocol of Sacrifice The world was data, and OSI-R15 was its scribe. It hovered over the construction site in downtown Ottawa, a silent obsidian insect against the bruised purple of the night sky. Its mission was clarity. Protocol 7.4.B: Stealth Priority. The scene below was a tapestry of violence, rendered in clean, clinical metrics. > INPUT: Combat initiated. > Primary Contact: Brian Higgins. Status: Aggressive. Proficiency: Low. Physiological Stress:
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This book was the first book I ever wrote, it is a MESS, so thank you for your kind words. I keep wanting to go back and rewrite it, it's become a bit of an addiction. You know... when you're staring at a painting you made twenty years ago, in finger paints, and you REALLY want to redo it and hide the old one in shame
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Phew, thank you GA! Unknown to me there were two chapter sevens. This one, and the one on my machine. So I was very confused when reading the next chapter (eight) and it was referrring to events missing in this chapter. A close examination showed that on my local machine, this chapter had been overwritten. And my numbering of chapters was off after this point. Thanks to GA I had a back up of this chapter, and was able to spot the mistake, which I am correcting, I have to upload a bunch of additional work and get the following chapters back in line. A work this length, and complex can get... confusing, especially when I am working on so many other projects at the same time. GA providing an off-site back up of work is... a life saver. I will get the next chapter reuploaded and set to ensure things flow properly.
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I know that bus station well, and I have never seen a security guard there. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm might explain a lot of things.
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Chapter Seven WORLD END: T-minus 136 days, 0 hours, and 0 minutes St. Patrick's Basilica, Ottawa. Sunday, October 27, 2019, 11:00 a.m. The capital was silent, muffled by the relentless, heavy snowfall of late October. It was a snow of national mourning. All flags across the city were flying at half-mast, their canvas weighted by the falling flakes. The air was frigid, thick with the scent of frozen spruce and burning fuel from the thousands of candles lit in the Basilica.
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you can't keep a good Giraffe down
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Chapter 17: Sanctuary and the Standoff The taxi ride was a blur of fear and motion. Alex paid the driver with a handful of crumpled, high-denomination cash, shoving Julian out of the car and dragging him toward the inconspicuous utility entrance of the executive rental. The cold air felt like a physical weight, pressing down on the fresh chaos clinging to Alex’s borrowed clothes and bruised body. He keyed the biometric lock, the heavy steel door hissing open. The sound was a welcome,
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No no, it's fine. My job as a writer is to close plot holes and questions like this. I do get moved on quickly in a serialization like this, to the next chapters, so going back is often difficult, to close holes.
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Sorry I thought it was clear, Jane was not captured. She was... um... left under the mud. CSIS does know, and is aware, Andrew references this situation in a later chapter. The envelope was the contents of the Rawlins adoption file, it was on the wall in chapter two. Since the information was illegally obtained, it would have to be kept out of the RCMP hands. Thus Yani in that scene. Will's reaction is... surpressed, heavilly, another rather longer and brutal chapter will address this. Will is locked with guilt on it, but I believe it's held back, for now, until he comes face to face with Ned. The first person to meet Ned will be Peter, but we have a way to go before then. So enjoy, right now Will's got to deal with the crisis first.
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yani vs Yuri
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triage was given, but death occoured. only one survivor
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Chapter Six WORLD END: T-minus 140 days, 17 hours, 0 minutes GATINEAU HILLS - Capital Region - Quebec It was an Isolated fishing cabin, heavily wooded slopes of the Gatineau Hills, Ottawa River Valley. Pre-dawn. Ambient temperature +2∘C. Damp, low-lying mist and heavy frost. The air was a blade of cold silence, broken only by the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of wind cutting across the high ridges. In the tight, dark cluster of pines three hundred meters south of the targe
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