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Introduction

Awakening

I'm riding the bus to work. It's a Thursday morning. I'm sitting upstairs two thirds of the way back on the pavement-side. There are only a few others upstairs: a couple of white teenage girls looking like they've bunked off school chatting conspiratorially and texting at the front, a single black guy wearing headphones with his back to me, and a middle aged Asian women half asleep.

The bus appears to come to a halt. At the same time so does my iPod, not just cut out like when the battery goes, but actually slows just like one of those old-fashioned tape walkmans from when you were a kid. Anyway I'm just reaching in to my pocket it for the iPod, when there is a tap on my shoulder. It's odd as I didn't think there was anyone behind me, but I'm more concerned with the iPod and guess I must have missed someone getting on the bus at the last stop. The bus has finally stops and so does my iPod. Then I see so has everything outside the bus, even pedestrians mid-stride on the pavement. The trap comes again. I look around and there's this woman, a little older then me, looking at me with a sort of small funny smile, like there's some in-joke. She has a finger to her lips as if to say "sssh".

She takes the finger away, and I see that it is me. Only the hair is dyed black and cut short and spiky, and I've a stud in my nose - she's a stud in her nose.

Hello “Jackie" she says, "It's all right. You’re not hallucinating. This is really happening. I need you to pay attention to what I have to say. Do you understand?"

I must have nodded, because she says "Good girl", and she leans forward to continue, the smile gone. I can see under her coast she’s wearing a shirt with the name “Jake Price” stitched across the breast pocket.

"Right, in a moment there's going to be an explosion. You're going to be OK. But everyone on this bus is going to die. It's going to be messy, there's nothing you can do for them but you’ll be all right."

"But why", I blurt out, "What going to happen?"

"It's a V2. You know Nazis, the Blitz, Dunkirk spirit. One's gonna land right outside, here."

"But that was 65 years ago!"

"Yeah, but the fact the you're sitting on a number 47 bus talking to a future version of yourself should tell you that the nature of time isn't what you'd previously imagined. The important thing to understand is that you're going to be OK. Because I, well we, have the ability to hold ourselves in a bubble of outside of time, amongst other things. But it's going to happen to everyone else and there's nothing we can do to stop it. The important thing is what happens next."

"What happens next! A bomb from the past is going to go off, I should think that was important enough."

"Well, it won't be a bomb from the past. They'll explain it away as a terrorist attack. After it all happens some men will arrive and take away any evidence that there's anything out of time, and replace it with fake forensics, making it look like your standard 2010 terrorist attack."

"And how will they explain me? How will they explain away that I survived?"

She appears to think about this for a second then comes to a decision. "They won't. You'll just be a miracle survivor. Some people will think that you're responsible, or at least know something and could have warned the others. The next few weeks are going to be unpleasant. I fact your old life is fucked. Sorry"

The hair, and nose stud, and now the cursing. It seems I'd changed quite a bit.

"Anyway, as I said the important thing is what happens next. I want you to take this", and she passes a brief case round the seat, "and when the men arrive to clean up all the temporal debris, hopefully, my arrival will be obscured in your riding it out and they won't notice us having this little chat. Which, of course, I’d rather you didn’t tell them about", she smiles.

"Don't look inside, and don't try and open it unless I haven't come back to claim it in a year from today."

"What's in it?"

"There's a good girl. Now face the front, and cover your ears. There's going to be a big bang".


Session 1

Journey to Portsmouth where we play toy soldiers.


Session 2

Journey to Wales where we play toy soldiers.


Session 3

During breakfast John Seaton, mentions feeling empowered after visiting a small waterfall some 50 yards upstream from where we camped. John, claims to have assisted in helping Barney in gaining something from this location, and he offers to do the same for me. I accept his offer and it does appear to work, and I do feel charged.

Barney is intent on navigating and the three of them plod on. Half in a a daydream I'm thinking about our destination and the probably vain hope of a hot bath, when all of a sudden I'm walking in on 2nd Lt Rupert Berrington having breakfast.

Berrington claims to be expecting us to come up with some sort of trick or cheat, and he asks me where my lift was. I say I wasn't so silly as to be dropped of just at the destination, but half a mile away. When he asked where the others are, I make up some tale about a "hairy arsed trucker" not wanting the others along. Berrington appears convinced and says that there is a village four miles away that I'm welcome to go and visit, he hands over my belongings and I set off to the village.

I attempt to recreate the journey back but after half an hour of trying I feel drained and give up. I spend the night in the inn.

I take beer and chocolate and meet up the others as they approach the camp and tell them of the story I told Berrington.


Session 4

We return to Portsmouth about 8:00 in the evening. I notice I've have a text message:

It was not your fault, if you wish to know more meet me at the Primrose Cafe, at your convenience. Dionysus.

I check the Yellow pages, Primrose Cafe is still open and on impulse decide to go there and then. Dionysus hails me as I enter, he is about 50 with salt and pepper pony-tail, bearded, well kept. The tie-dyed t-shirt, fatigues, para-boots and in keeping we the clientèle but he is significantly older.

He claims to have an apology to make: the rocket was fault. He we a raw recruit, first time on leave, when the V2 came straight for him, and he made it do away. He recognised the address from my incident.

I say he's looking remarkably well for 87. He says that he spent 20 year in a valley in India that doesn't exist.

I ask how they found me.

"We got your number by dowsing for you. It took a while."

The We is one or more groups called The Traditions, or The Enlightened, or The Awakened. He says that I not one of the people around me any more, but I too am Awakened. So I and going to be able to make thing happen, Strange, Frightening things: flipping a rocket 60 old year into the future, or cursing a stranger and watching him fall apart.

He offers to be my teacher. As some form of Public service, but he'd rather I was on his side. I'm curious about the Them. He claims that the nature of History is fluid, that where once the dominant ideas were fantastic, these were replaced by the orthodox religions, this view was in turn replaced by the ideas of a Technocracy. This Technocracy is the Them. And this Technocracy is not just a concept, by is a shadowy organisation.

He claims that the Technocracy would want to silence the Awakened, and has the ability to do so. He claims that he knows of up to 100 other Awakened, and can imagine that worldwide the number is something like 1000.

I asked what he thinks the next move should be. He says that training me, to be able to look after myself would be a start.

I ask to meet some of the others in the We. This would appear to be a problem, as the Technocracy have certain organisations with maintain their view of the world, and unfortunately I'm working for one.

Nonetheless, we arrange to meet up again on some common tomorrow morning.


Session 5

I met up again with Dionysus on Saturday morning he spoke if Nine Spheres. I seem to be able to tell exactly how far, and in what direction places are that I know. We sat, and he slowed time. People in the park seem to rush past while we sit and watch the world go by. 10 minutes passes in a few seconds. I try. It works, but only briefly. But this is enough to convince Dionysusthat I should be able to do it.

I'm pretty sure my new employers would be none too pleased if they knew I was meeting Dionysus. I think I need to know more about his associates, but at teh moment he says he wants to first make new safe for others and to have the chance to put his side of the story.

Monday morning and we are back to training: weapons in the morning, unarmed combat in the afternoon.

The bottom line would appear to be the pistols aren't much use, the range is limited and you are likely to miss. I'm beginning to wonder what it is we are expected to be doing. But I don't think that any of the others has much idea either, especially this Barney character who seems to rejoice in being a fool.

With a little practice I manage to improve my aim with the pistol, using the same technique Dionysus spoken of to judge the distance and direction of the target.

Another week of this, then we start anew next week. I must confess to being a little apprehensive, with all the combat and weapons training what exactly are they expected us to do?


Session 6

Dionysus turns up at Southsea common in a battered VW camper van, complete with CMD stickers the full hippy mystery mobile.

He drives us both out to a village, surrounded by woods. We walk out into the woods then for no noticeable reason suggests that I pay particular attention. Suddenly the surrounding have turned tropical. I ask: "where are we? "We are in my valley. It used to be a quiet corner of Kerala. No-one seemed to be using it so I borrowed." "Are we in India?" "No, it's a Horizon Realm." My internal location sense doesn't appear to be working. It appears I can only enter this space when with Dionysus. Anyway this is today's lesson that space and reality aren't the same and one can pass from one realm to another without even noticing.


Session 7

Michael Thorpe takes us for Base Level Necromancy, along with Aaron Sykes, and accountant, who appear to have applies of the course after finding a hidden file on the computer system maintained by Bob Hayworth.

Thorpe describes a pentagram of containment, and a portal to another realm. Thorpe sets up the experience and uses a drop of blood to attract an entity.

Sykes, has not been paying attention up to this point, crosses the pentagram as the drop of blood starts to levitate. He is immediately possessed, his eyes replaced with worms.

I rush to the emergency cut of to the lab portal.

James Smith begins a exorcism.


Session 8

James Smith's exorcism appear to fail. Thorpe informs us that Sykes's soul has been destroyed, but more worrying that the pentagram has a limited life-spam. Barney is send to summon help, and equipment for an exorcism.

James's and Thorpe perform a exorcism, resulting in a pentagram being burnt upon Sykes's forehead.

The four of them then attempt, inexpertly, to place manacles on Sykes, who resists, landing a blow on James. Barney trips and falls to the floor. But eventually Sykes is restrained.

There then follows a discussion on the nature of "demons", or non-planar entities. Most appear to be not so much malicious but chaotic, craving deliverance from the extra planar tedium. But in some instances there can be an interaction with near dead "souls", resulting in "ghosts".

Extremely rare cases have sentience, both malevolent and benign.

After a while Security turn up, nail Sykes into a wooden box and we accompany the body down to Portsmouth. Angleton puts it to use guarding to third floor. We spend the next two weeks constructing a plausible explanation for Sykes's untimely demise.

Germany

Session 9

Angleton calls us into a meeting. It appears Thorpe has taken poorly to event last and has gone AWOL.

We are request to journey to Cologne and either persuade him back into the fold or sign him off on compassionate leave. But he is asked to return a file classified GAME ANDES REDSHIFT.

We are given the name of Udith Auerbach a contact Interpol.

We are to meet Thorpe's civil partner David Moller at Heathrow before flying out.

Moller also works out of the London office. He believes that "Pinky" is just stressed and has done to Cologne to "de-pressurise", being familiar with the Gay Club scene in Cologne from previous visits. Moller gives us Thorpe's and his own mobile phone number.

Fr. Auerbach had identified Thorpe as staying an a small central hotel bit he has not been seen Sunday (yesterday) at breakfast. He has left some clothes, his mobile phone. A small signet ring is found on the fall near the bed, it is Thorpe's and a focus. His over night bag is missing. There is no sign of the file.

The room was made up yesterday 11:00am. Today it had a "Do Not Disturb" sign. This is sent for fingerprinting.

The mobile phone has calls to German numbers.

  • Tuesday 20sec outgoing.
  • 2 hours later incoming 8min
  • Wednesday 08:16 incoming 1:12
  • Friday 16:30 outgoing 3 mins
  • Saturday 16:30 incoming 1:30
  • Sunday 15:00 incoming 3 mins.

Card entry to the room confirms that the room was last opened at 15:15 Sunday.

His phone is also identified as a focus.

He has left a small tin in the hotel safe. The tin contains a key to a railways station locker.

At 15:40 he is seen leaving the hotel on CCTV followed by two shaven headed Mediterranean/Middle-Eastern men. All three get into a cab. The number plate is obscured but the taxi firm it made out.

We go the the rail station and recover the file from the locker. We take this with us a place it in our hotel safe.

That night I retrieve the file from the hotel safe, they aren't eager to photocopy it, so I take it upstairs to try and transcribe it but the words just swim in-front of my eyes. I take it back downstairs to the business centre and try to copy the file. Unsurprisingly it doesn't work only resulting in a moire pattern. I return the file to the hotel safe.

Session 10

Session 11

We storm the warehouse, after I first explode the florescent tube in the reception are to put off the guard positioned there.

James and I rush the guard to little effect. The guard unloads his automatic weapon into the ceiling.

I manage to stab the guard twice before he drops his weapon and runs into the main part of the building.

We follow him into the warehouse proper where we see the symbol I'd previously sensed painted on the floor. Around it stand three young fascists, two Turks and Thorpe kneeling over some piece of electronics in the centre of the symbol. Also in an office overlooking the interior I spy and guard with another automatic weapon. Who then shoots me in the chest.

Session 12

I retreat into the foyer, and attempt to heal myself. This is at least partially successful. Thorpe and one of the Turk disappear out the back of the warehouse. I move to head them off, and meet them coming round the corner. The Turk has wild glowing eyes, I lamp him across the head with the sub machine gun I'm carrying, but this little effect.

Thorpe pays me no attention.

They jump into their car, and reverse away from me. Before they are able to leave the car park, I manage to kill the engine. The car splutters to a halt. I then attempt to fuse shut the doors, trapping then inside.

Barney exits then building, and I call over to him to check the guard in the foyer for more ammunition. I walk over the the Mercedes, that Turk is attempting to restart, and stab a rear type with my stiletto knife.

Barney returns again with two clips of ammunition. I throw Barney the MP-40, and move to the driver's side door.

I shout to the driver "Release Thorpe", but the tries to smash out the windscreen, at with point Barney leaps onto the bonnet and empties a clip into the Turk.

The fight is complete inside.

The clean up exercise begins, we spread paint over the floor, leave the standing skinheads unconscious. Then call Fr. Auerbach who is not that impressed that she wasn't informed before hand.

Session 13

We dump the minibus and get a tram into town. I lend Thorpe my phone to call "The Brain".

He says he was stressed after the death of Aaron Sykes, and expresses doubt over Angleton and mentions the The Star Chamber. He grabbed the file "to prove that the place wasn't secure". He rambles about the Ring of Steel around, and a plan to be able to end anyone in view of a CCTV camera.

We look over and see James passed out in the corner of the compartment. Guess it's been a long day.

He describes how he was coerced to produce a Type 3 Gateway. He knows only that his controllers were processed but, by who or what, or what they wanted with the Gateway is unknown.

Millington calls asking us to get Thorpe to the airport tomorrow. We will be debriefed by the locals.

On reaching our destination James is awakened, but he now has cheekbones and blue eyes. This requires him to recount a his story, of being born white in Bristol, becoming a missionary in Polynesia. Waking up Polynesian on the shores of the Severn.

We deliver Thorpe to the airport in the morning where he is met by "The Brain".

Fr. Auerbach accompanied by a her boss and a uniformed senior Police Office. The guy in braid gives us he piece about the cost of homicide cases.

It strikes me that if these guy had to be told of our involvement then the strings that this organisation can't reach all that high or wide.

Session 14

Session 15

Session 16

Returned home for the weekend. Plagued by temporal hangover. Eventually managed to meet up with Dionysus

He puts forward that that Neon foot-soldiers may be vessels or "avatars" for powerful spirit beings and hints that the holocaust was also conduit for acquiring quintessence. While not saying this was the rationale behind the Final Solution it was a happy bi-product.

I ask Dio about the powers that overcame the last time

Charles Beauregard was head of the Diogenes club during the Great War with Edwin Winthrop serving as "most valued member". Beauregard’s history is most definitely not a matter of public record. If I hadn’t met him personally then I would never have heard of him. It is believed that he retired to Rome with his common law wife Genevieve Dieudonné sometime in the late ‘50s.

Captain Edwin Winthrop DMC Born 12 September 1895. He was seconded from British Secret Intelligence Service where he had been liaising with the Royal Flying Corps aerial reconnaissance unit. After that his official history has him retired to his country estate. "As if" as the youth might say. Married Katriona Caye July 1919. Police record of a Captain Winthrop landing a Sopwith Camel on a public road near Angel Down, Sussex in May 1921. Believed to have taken over as head of Diogenes at the start of the Shadow War in 1935. Died 1971 in the last act act of the shadow war. As usual details are scarce but it is suggested that some form of backlash from a great enchantment finally paid back.

Last most valued member Richard Jeperson, appointed in 1950s. Closed down by Thatcher in the 80’s. Your lot may have been involved in that, but they missed their chances and the Technos squeezed in, backed by the Septics.

Peace Dio

Session 17

Session 18

Session 19

Session 20

South America

Session 21

Session 22

Session 23

Before the flight to Cuzco, we are required to hand over our firearms. These are supposed to be placed in a secure area on the military base adjacent to the civilian airport.

The consulate is not expecting us. I phone Angleton only to get a recorded message from "Andina Travel", instructing us to go to the Hotel Monestario, and await details of our package tour.

We have a suite reserved for us at the Hotel Monestario, but there are no messages.

We go shopping....

On returning a DVD has been left of a broadcast news article from 2008 featuring video of Sarah Palin from a few years earlier performing a Protection Against Witchcraf rite. It ends with her saying "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live".

Precognition: a maid, tall of European decent, walks into the the room, she is not expecting us to be there, her hair cut is rather too good for a maid. She looks about the room ans performs a rite with her hands, using a mobile phone as a focus. She takes the DVD from within her uniform holding on the edge and places it on the table.

Session 24

I ring Dionysus "the whole UK/US co-operation thing went down the pan about 8 years eight ... it was ok when dealing with Big Black or the Puzzle Palace, they were both Technos, this lot are Celestials." He goes on say that if I require a bolt hole then I should seek out The Amahuaca, Dreamspeaks, an indigenous tribe.

We do the tourist thing.

On returning to our hotel the guide is here a man called Carlos.

The following day Carlos takes us on a tour of the Sacred Valley.

At an ancient Inca site, a woman that I recognize as the maid, and Barney introduces as Cassie joins up with us. She claims to be working for Whitehall (MI6) and explains that the DVD was intended as a warning to keep our noses clean as the enemy (Dept of Homeland Security) regard this as there territory. We cause a bit of a stir turning up with so much hardware, and are now hot property. We are expected to be debriefed here.

Cassie describes a dead lead drop in the cathedral and a safe house: The Loki Hotel in Cuzco.

Session 25

Session 26

Session 27

Cassie gives us a run down on Essence Wars:

See identifies The Laundry as the remnants of the The Sons of Ether. The Technocracy, grew from The Sons of Ether, is the predominate force with the Government of the UK.

Until recently the Essence War was the collected Traditions verses The Technocracy.

The Technocracy had almost made The Sleepers belief in science has allow the forge the new science. Unfortunately The Technocracy tried to push The Sleepers too far, too fast. The Celestial Chorus saw an opportunity to rest some control from the The Technocracy.

The Celestial Chorus's agenda is unclear but it appear that they have manufactured the War on Terror, between two sets of their own constituents, thus strengthening their own paradigm.

The Celestial Chorus suffered a major set back just after WWII and the acceptance gained a foothold.

Project for the New American Century is now the public face of The Celestial Chorus in U.S.

Something happened on 1st January 2000, and a major shift happen to alter the probabilities, possibly on another plane, and The Technocracy has suffered set back after set back.

Session 28

Session 29

Cavendish explains to me the workings of the satellite phone, and gives me a plastic card containing emergency numbers.

I'm handed a Glock 23, and 3 magazines and a AR15 scar variant with 6 magazines.


Session 33

I try to identify some points we need to cover here before he can legitimately go home:

  1. Village Origins
  2. Father Michael's origins
  3. The source of Prime, contained within one of the huts
  4. Any connection this community has with the gate?
  5. Dead Zone (Jamestown)
  6. Rifle bolts
  7. Discover how complicit the locals are

The rifle bolts are likely to be in the Vestry of the church. Giving Father Michael the benefit of the doubt this might have been done for the safety of the community. I have a chat to Ingrams and Cavendish, indicating that I might know where the bolts are, and that I'd like to recover them. Fearing that their absence might be discovered I'd want to replace them in the church to some substitute. Ingrams, Caverdish and I discuss the options for lifting possible substitute metal work.

Contrive to go and look at the hut containing the Prime source.

Session 34

Session 35

Father Michael asks what we would like to see today. I manage to persuade the rest of then that just asking to see the cellar.

To our great surprise he appears relieved and asks whether it would be possible for us to take them away.

Session 36

We open the trap door and I get a lung full of gas. Not nice. The brothers find a set of WWII gas masks. The Kraut explodes thought the trap door. I empty half a clip at him but most of them miss. Most of the room open up on him and he should be bloody pulp but he manages to smash a hole in the real wall.

He is still staggering around like some bizarre automaton. James attempts to tackle him but he is shrugged off. I take careful aim and take most of the remainder of his head off, but still he continued. The Nazi in the uniform is only capably of crawling and starts to burn.

The fuel tank in the building explodes and a gorilla with a human head in a glass jar emerges.

Ingrams, Cavendish and I open up on the gorilla which turns a flees.

Session 37

A sniper round hits Ingrams in the head. Cavendish lays down suppression fire to the jungle. Using a Correspondence effect I locate the sniper in the trees. I'm able to hit the sniper with a long range shot. The sniper appears to be still a threat and in driving to the ground, I drop the gun.

I spend the next few seconds retrieving my weapon and defining a ward. I then take a measured shot and open full clip into the back of the ape but they all canon off.

Scotland

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