#because You sir. you are a childish Tyrant

[sunlitmcgee]

and this is happening Just when I was about to consider getting a fucking badge on this site

[fair-night-starry-tears]

I had an idea for Headmaster Suzuki au and it’s unleashing his unique magic to protect his students

- (still following Vil disown his own father)

- the trauma of the school being on alarm

- this is after Suzuki was hired and getting used to being here for a few weeks

- Dival gets involved and get his ass handed

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Today was the next week of Sato Suzuki job, he had stayed in campus. He was organizing his work and handling pta meetings, the man was working counseling with the students. And man, he was distraught to how mentally drained and morally empty from the terror. The man read on the news of a tyrant woman had damaged the students entire morality and immediately sent a resume to help aid as a school therapist, headmaster, and guidance counselor. He could work many shifts if he has to, but he considered all the students like his own children’s.

Being a school therapist almost took a toll on him, hearing one by one of their negative output from the hands of the horrid woman he heard about. He felt sorry for her offspring and the few who had suffered worse from the evil red queen. The man just sat at his office. Leaning back to the empty room as he covered his face, he almost wanted to scream. But kept his cool. He wanted to help the students. He decided to take a walk, as he was organizing a committee for parents week. A whole event to reconnect with their family. The man did follow certain instructions, he was too curious to ask some. Especially Mr. Schoenheit. He didn’t need an explanation, just the tone of the young boy explaining why his ‘father’ was to not attend made complete sense to not allow. So Sato agreed sir Venue was to not participate in the event, but was surprised Vil requested that Suzuki himself play as his father.

Of course, any man would’ve adored Vil like a son. But he patted the young man head, “I may not replace a father. But I believe it’s a fair choice a child choose their parents.” Since he respected Vil decision. Vil was comforted and joined the group to assist the event. Sato was a honest young man, a graduate with a honest major on student psychology. He created this event to help students gain their sense of comfort, childish yet fun mini games, handmade meals and snacks from the students, and learning of their current hobbies. All was well, in his and everyone view. The entire day turn out miraculously lovely. But somehow, he noticed a bitter and tense look on Darling face. He knew the girl father would arrive late, after all, he knows who her father is. But never brought unsavoring bias and comforted her during his time. He noticed the girl gaze facing the gates. And saw a man who resembled the previous headmaster, but felt a level of unpleasant and uneasy emotions. “Miss Crowley, please join your friends. I like to speak to your….” “Uncle.” “Yes. Thank you, now run along.” As the man went over to the gates. “Hello. Are you related to a student here?” The human male asked, as the other scolded to the face. “Yes. My distain to the family niece. Darling Crowley.” He spoke. “I am Dival Crowley. And I wish to speak to my niece-“ but he was cut off. “I’m sorry. But she’s currently not in the mood to speak with you. Please exit from the premises.” But Dival made a scornful expression. “Listen, worm, I don’t take overs from you. I take orders from the queen Maleficia!!” He shouted, as Sato felt stressed from the man, trying to keep cool. “Sir please. Understand your niece has experienced pain and emotional distress from the current months. Please, you must listen.” He pleaded, but it fell to deaf ears when Dival shouted “so what?! She can’t take it because she’s weak! Just like her pathetic human of a mother.” And something about Dival spewing hate and nonsense that would’ve been towards a student face. Snapped. As Sato eyes had a a ruthless red hue, the ground began to bend and shape into Sato will. Staring at the fae down as he tilt his head slowly, “leave….” As the ground tendrils of spikes, “and I don’t have to harm you.” The raven fae scoffed, clicking his tongue as he cowardly left. Luckily, none of the students or parents saw this. And Sato closed his eyes then open them. To be back to normal as dark and full of life. He returned to his students and their families. As he was glad to help them recover. And he made a vow

All his students will be safe and protected, and that is a promise. He is willing to keep well, and harm those who try to break his students spirit. He is not just a man. He is human with a light spirit and kind heart. And he be damned if anyone ruins his efforts.

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Sato @ Dival: as the nicest man Here, get the fuck out of my school

Sato @ Riddle and Vil: i have adopted these two and no their parents not permitted to see them. I already have the papers signed.

Sato @ NRC Students and staff: I stepped into this school and see trauma everywhere. And this is something my therapist needs to hear about.

Sato @ Yuu: i have all this worked out. Go do your own school life thing.

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Interview

Yuu: the very fact this guy has more responsibility and knowledge is great. Pretty helpful.

Vil, with a “im the new son to the Suzuki family” shirt: I do not regret this. Not one bit.

Riddle, eating a tart: …. Wait. Are we filming?

Trey, off camera: yes.

Riddle: Mr. Suzuki is a wonderful person. And I say that with absolute honesty.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

[awkwardwithapause264]

Thoughts about Shadow and Bone season 2 episode 4 as I was watching. (In Order I think)

(Summoning light doesn’t make one qualified to run a military campaign. She’s been Grisha for less than a year) Back to being jealous are we Zoya?

(Grisha are born not made) Yeah Tamar set her straight.

They changed the actor for Vasily as well. Also his name reminds me of Very Silly.

(Why must you always play the diplomat Nikolai?) oh I don’t know because that’s part of what leaders are suppose to do.

(Vasily gets up and walk away after the announcement) oh he’s big mad he didn’t think of it first. As if Alina would want to marry his bigoted childish cowardly self.

(I’ll have my seamstress run you up something appropriate) Uh no thank you lady that wouldn’t even address Alina directly and assumed she didn’t speak common tongue the first time they met.

(Keeps her head held up high and eyes locked on Kirigan’s when he comes in the room) Yeah Genya you show him that you won’t cower in fear and shame at who he is or what he’s done to you. Make him see.

(I was a fool to think I could steer you to redemption) Hold on back up someone show me where this redemption was. Was it allowing Alina to stay so long at the palace? Or allowing Kirigan to keep up the charade for so long?

(Plays a cold calculating villain that could hurt a child to a T) I have so much respect for the guy playing Kaz as an actor now. The first thing I ever saw him in was Free Rein on Netflix and I thought he was okay but not this level great.

(Vasily has Mal arrested as payback) Like I said childish.

(The ravkan people are fed up with being held hostage by Grisha Tyrants) Uh sir your implying there’s been more than one which there hasn’t and historically the Lantsovs would be the tyrants and as for grisha Kirigan really isn’t ruling

Love that after Vasily walked out she wiped the back of her hand.

Loved Nikolai and Alina.

(Vasily gets killed) What was that about you being the only one that could make Alina a queen?

(Where’s Alina?) What were y’all doing letting her be last in line? She is the most valuable out of all of you plot wise and the one Kirigan wants.

(Kirigan crosses the hallway trying to get Alina’s attention) You have your head turned sideways for far too long sir.

(Why are you being so difficult?) Because you suck.

(Adrik pushes Nadia out the way of a shadow monster) Aw Adrik sacrificed his arm for what would have been her life.

(We have to get him to a healer. This is too much blood) Yet remains stationary for an unnecessary amount of time.

(Baghra breaks both her hands to escape and takes Genya with her) Badass and awesome.

(Genya wrecks the workshop) Smart and therapeutic.

Might add more.

(Tamar saying the shadow monsters have no blood or heartbeat) David already said that or were you not listening.

[flipwizardstarlight]

Danny prides himself on being the one Barista at the WE Starbucks that doesn't get weird about high level personel. That isn't to say all the others are /super/ weird, they just... are intimidated by the people who could literally ruin their lives at the drop of a hat.

Danny is just built different. You kinda have to be when you face off against the tyrant king of the dimension that holds all dimensions together /and win/ at age 15. Not to mention the whole "on the run from the government and your parents after several weeks of torture that is still technically legal" thing.

All this to say, Danny has very, very few fucks to give to the people who run the company that his lowly Starbucks job is placed in.

This does have the unfortunate side effect of making his managers unhappy with him when he doesn't show the 'correct' amount of respect to the people who come and go. He is on thin ice after the last time he stared down a WE Board member until they stopped yelling at him. It doesn't matter that Ms. Fox, the PA for the CEO, likes him and stood up for him during the incident last time, he is supposed to be on his best behavior.

This particular, red-faced, spitting mad customer is not one Danny recognizes. There are a combination of factors that lead to Danny's quote-unquote breakdown on this customer and Danny takes a half a second while he waits stonefaced for a break in the man's rant to list them.

Danny wasn't able to sleep last night. The combination of insomnia, ADHD, and PTSD made it literally impossible.

Danny has weathered four of these people already and has only been here for an hour.

Tam, the PA for the CEO that likes him, told him two days ago that she is moving jobs so he won't see her nearly as often anymore. Danny considers Tam a pretty good friend. They even text each other memes now!

Every one of the angry people so far have been interview candidates for Tam's job including the man in front of him.

Danny is just. So fucking tired. He does not have the patience for this.

The man finally stops for a breath and Danny takes that as his que. "So what I am hearing is that you want me, literally the lowest person on the Starbucks corporate ladder, to personally loose my job because we don't carry the specific brand of soy milk that you prefer?"

The man opens his mouth to say something and Danny holds a hand up to stop him. One if his coworkers snorts quietly and the other mutters, "Danny just snapped," so quietly that Danny is absolutely sure no one was suppossed to hear it.

Time to put his hard earned psychological evaluation skills to use. He has never been more glad for Jazz's special interest in psychology then now. He is loosing his job after this for sure, so he is gonna make it count.

"No, I think it is your turn to listen. You, Sir, aren't actually mad about any of this. You are, at most, a little annoyed by the change in product but ultimately give less of a fuck about that I do about your quite frankly /childish/ temper tantrum."

Danny refuses to acknowledge that the pair of people walking through the door are Tam and Mr.Drake-Wayne. He knows that Tam will enjoy the show, at least, and maybe if he makes a good enough impression he can get Mr. Drake-Wayne's phone number to ask him on a date. Tim is fucking pretty, sue him. Danny keeps his eyes firmly locked on the man in front of him.

"No you are mad because you were dismissed from your interview for PA to the CEO 20 minutes early because you think you could do the job of CEO better then the young Mr. Drake-Wayne and acted like it. You think your 'real diploma', bachelor's in Business Management, and generational wealth make you inherently better then people like Mr. Drake-Wayne and I who dropped out of high school and haven't publicly persued any higher education. You think that people like him should be here in my shoes where you don't have to pretend to think of them as actual humans deserving of basic courtesy and respect, so when he called you out on your frankly archaic biases and dismissed you from being eligible for the position ten minutes into your allotted time with him-which you were already insulted by because the meeting was based on /his/ schedule instead of yours-it made you uncomfortable. You don't like that someone so young and seemingly uneducated is better then you because it doesn't fit your narrow little world view where the only people worth calling people are the ones who grew up with silver spoons in their mouths."

Danny is pretty sure Tam is holding back from cheering him on. He swallows the grin that threatens to appear because of it and finally takes his eyes off of the asshole only to pretend to inspect his nails, letting boredome suffuse the air around him as he keeps going.

"You can't just say that to him though, because reguardless of how bitter and jealous you are that he is in that spot instead if you, you recognize that he has all the power in that situation and you just have to deal with it. But you don't like feeling small and wrong and out of control, so you decided that you would do what always makes you feel better when someone you consider lesser comes out on top of you; you found the nearest little guy that you could scream at without consequences and proceeded to throw the exact kind of temper tantrum you can't throw in front of Mr. Drake-Wayne."

Is that a hint of awe in Tim's eyes? Danny fights another grin down when Tam looks at Tim and a menacing kind of glee makes its way into her expression.

"Unluckly for you, I don't need a high school diploma or college degree to be able to tell that all this screaming is a result of a superiority complex used to mask the fact that you know, in the back of your head, deep down in the bottom of your heart, how insignificant you are. You have to pretend those things like age and official education and wealth make you better then you are because otherwise you would have to face the reality of your own abilities. If those things don't matter, then you are mediocre at best. And if you are mediocre, then what makes you different from the people you consider below you?"

The cafe is silent as Danny finally looks back up at the man and grins. "It's okay though, you can keep yelling at me if you want. Sometimes our feelings are just too big to fit inside our bodies and we need to let them out, but we don't always have the tools to do that in a healthy way. Maybe after you feel better, you can look into some better coping skills then taking your misplaced agression out on innocent baristas."

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Tim may or may not have just fallen in love.

"Tam I want him to be my PA," he turns to Tam, whose face promises merciless teasing.

Tam just laughs at him.

DC x DP: The assistant

Tim Drake gets a new personal assistant. It's not that he wants a new one, but Tam is taking on a different position since her knowing his secret isn't enough to stop her from spreading her wings.

So Tim opened her old position and screened through applications. He gets frustrated by everyone who applies because they are all older and think they know better. Yes, he plays his part, but being talked down to despite being CEO for years is frustrating.

He takes a break for some coffee between interviews and happens upon one of the people he interviewed being extremely rude to an employee.

The employee is laughing at him for throwing a fit over there, not being almond milk, and not even trying to entertain his adult tantrum. Tim watches the boy lose his job for being disrespectful to essential customers and falls a little bit in love.

He follows the boy outside, offering him a job before he can think with his head and not his hormones and the ex- birista accepts.

Danny Fenton starts the following day, shocked to find himself with an excellent-paying job. He honestly thought the weird sleep-deprived guy who offered him a job was a drug dealer or confused Danny for a male escort so this was a pleasant surprise.

[thenixkat]

getting charged with treason b/c you tried to help an alien who's language you literally cant understand

Booster said he's not going to jail if he can help it

pouting pooper

I like when Skeets tries to be threatening. Like sir, you are a flying football.

people keep being sexist at Booster Gold's secretary.

Dirk, Booster's dick agent doesnt think Skeets counts as a sidekick and wants STAR labs to make a supersuit to put a sexy lady in

also apparently the party has been shrunken to teeny alien size via magic. And the small alien wanted help from superman for overthrowing the tyrant that rules over his planet

Booster: Ok, let's go overthrow this tyrant Skeets: Um, let's get more info first Superman: Woah, slow down, we can't just overthrow a tyrant politics are complicated

Booster Gold: We have power we should help the oppressed Superman & Skeets: We have power so we shouldn't interfere

this is why superheroes are agents of the status quo

Dirk Davis got a threatening phone call

Booster is bitter about being told not to help the oppressed

Superman really physically restraining Booster Gold from attacking a tyrant who just said they're gonna kill the freedom fighter as soon as they're gone

I can understand Booster having beef with Superman over this

Booster and Fern the child dont trust in the idea of negotiating with a murderous tyrant

and now Booster and Superman are fighting. Well Booster's fighting, Superman is pretending to 'let the kid burn off some steam and cool off'

i'm disappointed in Skeets' politics

oh yeah only heard one side of the story and the tyrant who was ready to murder you for barely associating with a freedom fighter who you didnt understand the language of at the time and only decided not to after knocking you out, imprisoning you, and mind probing you without consent or forwarning and deciding that you were too stupid to be a threat

clearly more info is needed to make a choice ah yes being passionate about helping people is a flaw as is trying to make money while superheroing

i'm gonna be pissed if SUperman and Skeets are right. B/c the one time a superhero story decides to go against the usual tropes its to tell people to calm down about helping the oppressed

ugh

"you cant dictate their lives for them" why the fuck do you fight crime for superman?!

oh course Booster has to start seeing the light of 'we can't just be helping people' Skeets you narc ass little golden bitch

in the average superhero story, the average fantasy story, that twist of the freedom fighter being a legitimate heir to the throne would have made helping him right and just. But not in this story in this story we gotta have readers learn that they can't just be fucking helping people and people with power have to listen to all sides b/c the fuckers claiming to be oppressed might be lying

of course why did they need to make the not-tyrant come off so homicidal, rude, and unwilling to listen to people telling their side then if he's not actually fucking evil ugh

in which Booster has to get scolded by someone he looked up to that he's heroing for the wrong reasons, can't go around judging a book by their villainous cover, and can't just go around helping people who ask for help just because he has the power to help them and let's not forget that Superman was initially and still on some hater shit with Booster, b/c Booster's really popular right now

Why did Booster lie and say he's 5 lbs lighter than he is? Yeah, Superman just does not like Booster

that's rude ass hell asking if Booster is 'supposed' to have come back in time

again Superman straight up just doesn't like Booster Gold and that is most certainly coloring his opinion of him along with their very different values and the fact that he knows Booster is a criminal

just i did not like this story

that explicitly, wanting to help people who ask for help is childish and hotheaded and that calmly listening to both desperate people and the people that locked them in a prison to get 'both sides' is the mature adult and heroic thing to do

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

How about Albert Wesker falling in love with reader at first sight hc..

Of course :)

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-> it’s new to him. The tickling he feels in his stomach, the faster heartbeat, the sweating, all these feelings are not familiar to him, and he mistakes them for a sickness. How an immortal being like him can get sick? He ran countless tests, but he found nothing. He was a healthy man in his 40s.

-> his sister brought the concept of "love at first sight" concept to him in one of their discussions. He called her childish, they fought, but it left Wesker with a new perspective.

-> logic began to fade when he started to feel needier and needier to see his s/o. He follows her, without listening to his reasoning. He tells himself that he would continue to do that until he finds his words. Hours turn into days, then into months, but Wesker keeps following his habits of stalking.

-> he feels like losing his words when he is around her. All his words get stuck in his throat and he is unable to form a coherent speech. Even if he doesn't talk with her, he is somehow present in her life. Wesker makes sure to drop a little attention from time to time: raise, flowers, jewelry.

-> she feels something is strange, but despite that, she enjoys the little attention, even if she wants to know the identity of her secret admirer. She gets a clue when she notices Wesker spying around the corner. What’s creepier is that he vanishes when they made eye contact.

"I think the CEO is following me."

"Damn, you don't have long to live then." One of her coworkers teased. "You fucked up somehow."

"You are very helpful."

"It was nice meeting you in your human form, please don't kill me once you become a tyrant." He said in a dramatic tone, not paying attention to her story. The CEO rarely left his office, so what were the chances of personally following his employees.

-> they didn't help, and to her despair, Wesker wasn't easy to catch. she tried making an appointment, but she was turned down every time. Which was weird, because she could still see him in the corner of her eyes. She stopped telling everyone that story too because she will end up seeming insane.

-> his obsession never ended. Even if he never spoke with her, he knew all her past. He knew her current schedule, at what hour she eats, works, sleep. When he leaned over the edge of the wall to spy on his love interest, she suddenly turned, which made him run away.

-> Wesker finally got the courage to speak with her personally. What he was about to say, well, he will figure it out. He will try to be as formal as possible.

-> he approached her desk. It was late, he made sure to give her extra work so they will be alone. The others left hours ago. He approached her desk, noticing how clean everything was. Wesker appreciated a tidy, well-organized woman more than anything.

"Having troubles keeping up?" He said after taking a glance at her computer.

-> his stern voice almost made her jump from her place. She turned around to see her stalker staring at her behind those sunglasses. How he could see at night it was a mystery.

"Please, don't stand," He noticed the woman's attempt to raise. Instead, he pulled a chair and sat next to her.

"N-no, everything is fine sir."

"Please, we don't have to be formal here." He let out a low chuckle. "Call me Wesker." Just how his former STARS members used to call him. Not too formal, not too friendly, somewhere in between enough to make them comfortable.

-> She was so close to him. Of course, she saw him in person a few times, but not so close as they are right now. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, how melodic his voice was and how good she felt in his company. She was a little frightened at first, but the more she stayed with him, the faster her fears disappeared. She started to feel safe. She felt something too, but she didn't pay attention until now. If you can overlook that imposing posture of his, you would find out that you can enjoy his company and feel protected.

"Thank you, Wesker. What brings you to my humble office?"

-> He could notice her shaky voice. He had his cold, tremendous, demeanor even if he didn't want to.

"Despite the rumors, I actually care about my employees." A big fat lie, he couldn't care less. He had people dealing with them, but she was a special case. "I want to make sure you are not overworked. The last thing I need is you fainting in the cafeteria."

"Thank you s- Wesker."

-> How adorable he thought. He hardly found his words because most of his attention was focused on her. She was more attractive from this distance, and with every second that passed, he found himself getting needier and needier.

-> The long silence was broke by Wesker.

"Please, if you encounter any problems don't hesitate to contact me, personally."

"Thanks again. Actually, I kept trying to contact you these past weeks."

-> Wesker was getting nervous. He had a feeling why, so he started to move in his chair.

"Maybe I have hallucinations, but I kept seeing you around as if you were stalking me. I tried making an appointment but that secretary kept ignoring me."

-> he knew, he was the one who told his secretary to turn her off every time she would demand to see him.

"I see. Maybe you are overworking yourself. I can assure you that I have more important things than to follow my employees around."

-> that what she thought. She seemed to believe him.

"So that means you are not going to turn me into a tyrant?"

-> Wesker couldn't contain his laugher. She was indeed innocent and naive.

"Of course not," he said between sobs. "So this is how badly people are speaking of me?"

-> he prays this is the worst thing she heard about him. He'll make sure to find out who's been spreading rumors around, and turn them into reality for them, but now he didn't focus on his revenge plan, but on the discussion with the woman in front of him.

-> He found so much more about her personality, things he couldn't find in any file. He got a call and had no choice but to end the conversation. They walked together to the elevators, where they parted away, but not without ensuring her it's ok to come to his office whenever he needs, without an appointment.

-> She kept receiving gifts even after their meeting, but now they were signed.

His bold round handwriting was on every present.

"Wesker".

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[paladin-andric]

The Creation Legend: Pseudodragons

Welcome to The Creation Legend! This is a new series I’ve come up with that will tell short stories about the start of certain species in the world of Deaco! In the first of these tales, we explore the creation of the Pseudodragons, a miniature, artificial race of dragons created by a wizard of old!

“Just like that...YES!”

The wizard hung over the bench, caught up in a feverish mania. His eyes were wide as plates. Sweat poured down his forehead. A manic grin was plastered against it all.

Geomoray’s hair and goatee were wild and disheveled as he poured the last of the concoction into the vial, grabbing it and hurrying over to the summoning circle.

The man was about as wizardly as one could be. The facial hair, the robes, the pointy hat...the outfit, in this age, was a symbol of modern splendor. It would take centuries before it became considered tacky and childish. In these old times, shortly after the rise of magic, it was what many chose to wear.

Behind him, a great tower of stone rose into the sky. His tower.

Outside, the ritual was finally at the end, the years of work were finally about to come to fruition.

He reached the summoning circle and quickly leaned down, letting the contents of the vial run free. Into the indents the mix went, a complex pattern of rings and stars.

The carefully designed patterns acted as a gutter, the liquid quickly spreading out into the rest of the summoning circle. The bubbling, purple mix spread evenly throughout it. In no time at all, the summoning circle began to hum with energy.

He’d already infused it with magic. He’d already done the ritual. He’d already prepared everything else. Now, with the final part of the ritual complete, he had only to stand by and wait for it to finish.

The mix flashed, bright lights emanating from the lined patterns in the ground.  They did not shine like natural light, instead simply rising straight up, keeping their pattern all the while.

His manic grin widened. This was it. All his years of hard work had finally come to this. His attempts, his research, his labor and studies...at last, his prize was coming.

He could see it now. Great, massive dragons, beasts of legend, the tyrants, those who subjugated and oppressed the other races...soon there would be dozens of them, and they would all be bowing to him and serving him faithfully...

At last, it was here. His landmark achievement as a master of magic. He would be remembered as the greatest wizard of all time, his tale lasting forever in the etchings of history.

It was a shame, then, when the lights gave off one last, blinding flash, and suddenly, before him...the dragons were there.

They had been summoned, woven into existence by his will alone. They were finally here, so many of them, only...

They were so much smaller than they should have been.

They were barely the size of the man. They were supposed to be towering, massive behemoths, the mightiest beasts in all the known world! How then, could they be the size of an ordinary human?!

The bodies were correct. They were all quadrupeds, they had their wings and horns and tails and claws...it was simply as if they had been shrunken down several times over.

Their scales were all different, every type of dragon was there. From bright reds to deep purples, from pure whites to dark black, each scale coloration was accounted for. He had intentionally done that. He wanted to jumpstart a new race of dragons, and account for each color of the old types.

For several long moments, there was silence. All the tiny dragons blinked, looking confused. The shock of suddenly being thrust into existence itself tended to throw those who hadn’t experienced it yet for a loop.

They stared and looked around in bewilderment for a bit longer. Suddenly, they all reached a consensus. Their heads snapped to the direction of Geomoray, and their eyes lit up.

Their ecstatic grins were unnerving, even as free of malice as they were. Geomoray had seen to that himself.

When creating something from nothing, you have the liberty of shaping the core of that creation utterly. The wizard had taken the time to implant several virtues deep into the very fiber of their beings. Things so completely intrinsic to them that not only they, but all their future descendants would exhibit these qualities naturally, never straying from them.

Kindness, humility, loyalty, selflessness, friendliness and optimism. The final touch to all of this was a deep desire to please others, humans in particular. This natural urge to help humans and make them happy, combined with being naturally humble and kind was very much intentional by the wizard. Seeing humans as equals, and wanting to be close and helpful to them would ensure they would never slip into tyranny like their natural cousins.

At first they would zealously serve their master Geomoray, of course, but their destiny lay in their fates after his death. They would stand as bulwarks, unwaveringly loyal servants of humanity, proudly protecting the weak and helpless from the naturally born dragons.

At least, that had been the plan. Much to his dismay, Geomoray realized he had woefully underestimated the amount of materials needed to make the dragons. If he had only summoned one or two, perhaps it would have worked out. With so little material spread out amongst so many creations however, it seemed they had been drained of their size and power to allow for the desired amount.

They looked so happy. Their eyes glimmered and their maws opened in delight as they rushed over to the wizard, nearly trampling him in a miniature stampede. They all crowded around him and bounced about, crying joyfully at the man.

“Master! Master!”

“I’m alive!”

“Thank you! Thank you, Sir Geomoray!”

“My creator! My real creator!”

“Thank you for making me, Master Geomoray!”

Their voices lacked the strength of true dragons as well. They were lighter, shriller even...though still carrying that melodious dignity true dragons were known for.

The distraught and reeling wizard stood in silent horror as the miniature dragons crowded around him and yelled praise at him.

“You’re the greatest, Geomoray!”

“I can’t wait to start assisting you!”

“What do you want me to do?! I want to help!”

“May I patrol your tower for you?! May I, PUH-LEEAASE?!”

“I could fly you to town, if you want!”

“Hey, master, are we-”

“ENOUGH!”

The cries ceased in an instant, everyone listening at the wizards order. He stumbled backwards, bumping past several of the dragons as he moved out of the circle and began to put some distance between them.

“I...I failed...”

A few of them tilted their heads at that.

“Failed? Failed what? Master, we’re right here! You did it! You really made us!”

There was a brief pause. Tensions were high as the confused dragons watched their creators despair and anger.

“Get...out...”

One of the green dragons frowned. “Huh?”

“Get out...I said...get out...”

“W-what...what do you mean, master...?”

He snapped.

“Get OUT of here!”

A sudden burst of chatter signified the drop into panic amongst the dragons.

“W-what are you talking about?!”

“Get out of what?!”

“What you mean, get out?!”

The wizard snarled. “I mean GO! AWAY! Get out of my home!”

Dread settled onto the crowd of miniature dragons.

“B-but master...where will we go?”

“I don’t care. Anywhere. Go anywhere...and never come back.”

“M-master?!”

He leaned against the alchemy bench, clutching at his head, sunken and distraught.

“I...I wanted dragons...and what I got...were a bunch of useless pseudodragons!”

Tears began to trickle down one of the dragon’s muzzles. “Useless...?”

“B-but we can still help...just because we’re a little smaller doesn’t mean-”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” the man screamed, “SCATTER!”

They obeyed. They were heartbroken, but they obeyed.

They took to the skies, soaring off into the horizon as the man wept over the wasted years, the great failure of his master plan.

Though he was gutted over his failings, the dragons were much more so. They were shattered utterly, finally stopping their flight to land in the middle of a great forest. In these untouched wilds, in a large clearing...they grieved.

They wept and cried out to the heavens. They stomped and thrashed. They mourned and complained.

They had failed their master by design. Without any input of their own, they had let him down before they even had a chance to prove themselves.

Their deep, instinctual desire to please others, along with Geomoray’s position as their creator, and in turn, sort of their father, only made it worse.

It hurt so deeply to be rejected by not only the one who gave them life, but who they saw as a parent.

All day, and long into the night, they cried. Those who were a little more strong of will managed to bottle their own sadness long enough to offer the others comfort and reassurance.

It wasn’t until they wept themselves into sleep that the mourning finally ended.

Upon daybreak, they continued their grieving. Stopping only to fetch food, they stayed sulking in the forest for the remaining day as well.

It wasn’t until a few days later, as they began to settle into life in the wild, that they started to feel it.

Something was...wrong.

This was supposed to be a sanctuary, a new home for them, but...it wasn’t.

It didn’t feel like home.

They discussed these feelings, so empathetic these creations were, and got to the bottom of the issue.

There was no one in need of their assistance.

They couldn’t explain it, but...they needed to be helpful. To be useful.

It didn’t matter if they performed labor or simply made another smile. They just had to be near others, so they could help them.

That was it!

“Master Geomoray’s wish was for us to be the helpers of humanity, to be their guardians,” one of the gold dragons explained, “Maybe we’re too...small, to protect the human race like that, but...surely this is his way of making sure we do that! If we’re so sad out here...we need to approach them!”

“B-but master hates us!” a black-scaled dragon cried, “We’re...we’re failures! Worthless! We’re nothing!”

“That’s not true,” the gold dragon countered, his voice becoming gentle, “We can’t help like he wanted us to, but...we can help in other ways! A-and if master doesn’t want us...than we need to find someone who does!”

“A new master...?” one of the crowd probed.

“Not a new master, no...new MASTERS! Master Geomoray, our creator...despite what he said...despite what he thinks of us...we’ll make him proud!”

The gold dragon rose his voice, his soft kindness turning into determined zeal as he too felt his emotions hitting a fever pitch, tears in his eyes.

“We WILL help humanity! We WILL fulfill our legacy! If we can’t fight the evil dragons...than we must adapt! Let us leave in pairs and foster families! Let us settle among human villages and towns! Let us lend our aid by helping them in their day to day work! Even if we can’t do what we were made for...we’ll still be the helpers master dreamed of! Brothers, sisters...we, the ‘pseudodragons’, will spread among the lands in the following years. Soon, very soon...master will see our achievements, and he will realize he was wrong! Now let’s go...and make him PROUD!”

The entire group burst into excited cheers, mad jubilee spreading among them and shattering the pain. They each picked a mate and wished each other well, fanning out in different directions, seeking humans to settle with.

...

A woman carried a large log on her shoulder, a weary look on her face. It had been hours, and all the hard work was getting to her. The sweat soaked her clothes, and she felt that if she fell, she wouldn’t get back up.

Several others were beside her, other villagers heaving massive piles of wood as well.

It was quite a shock, then, when a pair of large, flying reptiles descended from the skies. That was certainly a way to shake her out of her fatigue-induced trance.

They were...like tiny dragons. Were they children?

They landed right in front of the group of human villagers, causing a few cries and a few dropped items.

“W-what?! W-what do you want?!” one of them shouted.

The dragons smiled. The blue one took a step forward and spoke excitedly.

“My name’s Amelia, and this is Nello, and...we want to help!”

...

A year later, a miniature, blue dragon walked with the villagers, all of them hard at work. She carried a wooden pole carefully in her jaws, with large nets full of fish on both ends.

She gingerly placed it down as the rest of them put down their hauls as well, the group having completed their trip from the river back to town.

Elizabeth sighed and wiped her hands on her shirt. “Goodness, what would we do without you and Nello, Amelia?”

The pseudodragon grinned. “You’d manage...but I’m just glad I could help!”

This wasn’t exactly what she had envisioned. When they agreed to aid humanity, she thought she’d be doing bigger things, like saving people or fighting monsters or...goodness, even winning wars.

But this life, this gentle countryside life...it had grown on her. A bit of honest work, talking with all her new friends...and the eggs were going to hatch soon! She was going to be a mother! She was going to have a family!

Maybe this wasn’t what was intended of her species. Maybe her creator really was disappointed in her. Maybe her existence truly was just a mistake...

But this life, this joy she felt...it was anything but surface level. The deep affection for her love and soon to be sons and daughters. The kind and friendly villagers. The pride she felt at the end of each day...it was all genuine.

She had no regrets. If it came to it tomorrow, she could die happy.

In that sense, her life was no mistake. Maybe it was at first, but through sheer will, she and the others had taken those pieces and built them back into something with meaning.

In human history, there were many artistic works of brilliance that started off with an initial mistake or two...but the artist would keep working. They’d paint over the streaks or mend the cracks, work the ‘accident’ into the setpiece...and then, suddenly, it was a masterpiece.

Perhaps these undersized dragons were much the same.

In their own way, they too were masterpieces.

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Nye Ver’, Nye Boysia, Nye Prosi

“Nye Ver’, Nye Boysia, Nye Prosi” Wednesday sits at the bar of a fancy hotel, sipping a martini. She nervously eyes the front door. One of Silas’s advisors, Victor enters. Wednesday smiles and stands up. Victor comes over and kisses her on the cheek, “You look lovely this evening.” Wednesday: “Thank you. I was just finishing my drink, would you like one?” Victor: “No. Let’s just go up to the room.” Wednesday and Victor enter a luxe hotel room. Wednesday, “I know you want to get busy, but you’re going to have to give me a minute to get ready, all right?” Victor sighs, “You tease.” Wednesday laughs, casts a glance behind her, and says, “Just a minute.” She goes into the bathroom. Victor takes his jacket off, loosens his tie, and lays down on the bed, “You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had! You paid any attention to the news?” Wednesday, in the bathroom, shimmies out of her dress, revealing fancy lingerie underneath, “Uh, yeah, I’ve heard about the bombings.” Victor: “Everyone who works for Silas now has to keep their car under 24-hour surveillance. It’s an enormous pain in the ass. Silas is screaming at everyone who enters his office. I’m in the ministry of communication, and somehow, Silas has it in his head that it’s our fault that people are supporting David Shepherd and the AFG. I’ve actually had to explain it to him, it’s not my fault that Shepherd is good-looking. He has kind eyes! How the fuck am I supposed to convince people that this good-looking kid with kind eyes is really some evil would-be tyrant?” In the bathroom, Wednesday adjusts her hair, making sure something is well-covered. Victor, “Claudia?” Wednesday turns around and exits the bathroom, “Baby, you’re a big, important man, I know, and your job is hard.” Victor: “Lookin’ at you, my job’s not the only thing that’s hard.” Wednesday saunters over to the bed. She leans over the advisor and touches his face, “You just let me make your life a little bit easier, all right?” Victor, “You always do.” Wednesday smiles, and crawls onto the bed. She straddles Victor, bends over, and kisses him. She reaches into her hair, and slips a razor blade in between her fingers. With a swift single movement, she cuts the blood vessels on one side of Victor’s throat. Victor clutches at his neck, and sees the blood on his hands, “What the fuck?!” Wednesday slashes the other side of his neck, even more blood gushing out. She hops off the bed and hurries into the bathroom. Frantically, she washes the blood off of her hands. She puts her dress back on, and grabs her purse. She pulls a can of spray paint out, and goes back over to the bed, where Victor lays dead. Wednesday sprays three golden stars over his body. She puts the can back into her purse, and leaves. Outside the hotel, she gets into a car. Driver: “You get him?” Wednesday: “Oh, christ, that felt good.” The driver hands her a stack of papers, “False ID, get you to Gath.” He starts the car. Wednesday, “I’m joining the Queens of Gilboa!” Driver, “Yeah, before you go, we have to stop somewhere.” Wednesday: “Where?” Cut to: outside a run-down warehouse, the driver and another guy shove a blindfolded, gagged, and bound spy who poisoned David into the trunk of the car, and slam the door shut. Driver gets back in the car. Wednesday: “Who the fuck is that? Are we doing kidnappings now?” Driver starts the car, “Kidnappings for ransom aren’t our thing. This bitch, she’s special. She’s a spy, went to Gath, tried to poison David.” Wednesday: “You’re kidding me.” Driver: “Yup. Gath spy network identified her, we’re just picking her up and bringing her where she needs to be.” They drive off.

Morning, Reinhardt walks through a parking garage, talking on his phone, “Victor Lyons is dead because he was a moron who loves hookers. I warned him months ago that the AFG would be recruiting prostitutes, but he didn’t listen to me.” He listens and reaches his car. He unlocks it and gets in, “Sir, I assure you, Lyons was an easy target. All we need is some basic security measures, and everything will be fine.” A bomb hidden in the car next to him goes off, and Reinhardt ducks below his window, protected by the bomb-proof steel of his car door. He sits back up, his arm injured, blood pouring from a gash on his forehead, “I’ll have to call you back, sir.”

David climbs up the front steps of the National Cathedral of Gath. At the top, Shaw and his family wait, “David! So glad you came to join us this morning!” David shakes his hand, “I’m glad to be here, sir.” Shaw, “I’d like you to meet my family. My wife, Lena.” David shakes her hand, “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Shaw, “And my sons, Michael, Fredrick, and Leon.” David shakes their hands, “Pleased to meet you.” Michael: “You’re the one who freed our hostages and blew up a Goliath.” David, “Among other things, yeah.” Shaw, “You’ll have to forgive Michael, he’s spent quite a bit of time leading his unit in battle against the Gilboan army. When he heard the news of your… escapade, he was very angry.” David laughs nervously, “Yeah, well, Gath did kind of kill my father and my brother, so I guess I can understand what it’s like to be angry.” Lena, “King Silas murdered my father!” David, “And Silas tried to kill me, so, hey, we can all agree that we don’t like Silas, right?” Shaw, “Why don’t I show you the cathedral?” Inside, David looks up at the bright stained glass windows, depicting various saints and the instruments of their martyrdom. Shaw, “Modern Gath was founded on the principals of socialism. Our great leader, Nicholas Achison, was quite wise, and he saw what happened to the legacies of Stalin and Mao, and knew that he wouldn’t have his revolution undone, so he decided that leadership of Gath would be kept within the men of the Achison family." David, "So, a monarchy.” Shaw, “No, no, no, we’re not a monarchy, leadership doesn’t automatically go to the oldest son. It just so happened that Premiere Achison only had a son and a daughter, and I married his daughter. One day, my premiership will be handed down to whichever son I believe is the most capable leader.” David, “So… who’s that gonna be?” Shaw, “I prefer not to show favoritism.” David shrugs, “Okay.” Shaw goes on, “One other way we differ from other socialist countries is that here, we embrace God, we worship Him and ask Him for guidance. Gath doesn’t have the same moral corrosion as Gilboa. I am the head of this state, but I lead for the people. I’m not swayed by the whims of the bourgeoisie the way that Silas is.” David, “You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things William Cross was able to get away with in Gilboa.” Shaw, “Do you want to be king, David?” David sighs, “That’s a really good question, sir.” Shaw, “What do you believe it is that a king should do?” David, “Not kill his own citizens, for a start.” Shaw laughs, “Being a leader isn’t easy, but it’s very rewarding, in its own way. We should join Lena and the boys. Mass is about to begin.” Cut to: David sits beside Shaw, praying along to “Our Father.” “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” David leans over to Shaw and whispers, “Deliver us from evil. That’s what a king does.”

Before the front door of HQ can even shut on him, Jack runs up to David, “We got her!” David: “Who?” Jack: “The bitch that poisoned you!”

Silas and Abner sit in Silas’s office, staring at Reinhardt, arm in a sling, forehead bandaged, with a nasty black eye and small cuts all over his face. Abner barely conceals a smirk. Reinhardt, “I’ve had combat wounds before. This is nothing. It looks much worse than it is.” Abner, “And here I thought Shepherd was much too fond of you to order an attack on you.” Silas, “Shepherd doesn’t give a fuck.” Reinhardt, “I don’t know if he gave the order to attack me specifically. It pains me to say this, but I believe all the attacks so far have been attacks of opportunity. We should be taking some more advanced security measures.” Silas, “What other news do you have?” Reinhardt, “The spy who poisoned Shepherd was reported missing this morning. She was supposed to report to the MSS building, but didn’t show up, and her apartment is empty. She isn’t responding to any messages.” Silas sighs deeply, “Is this AFG or Gath?” Reinhardt, “It could be both.” Abner, “Is there the chance it’s the work of an angry ex-boyfriend?” Reinhardt, dismissively, “Pft. No. This girl could defend herself.” Silas, “We don’t need to worry. Can either of you imagine Shepherd doing an interrogation? He’s too damn polite. He’s like a fat lazy cat that catches a mouse and then doesn’t know what to do with it.”

Gath version of the Lubyanka. David, Jack, Shay, Joel, Abby, and Asher stand on the hidden side of a one-way mirror while the spy sits handcuffed to a table on the other side. David: “So… now what do we do?” Jack: “We interrogate her.” David: “Do any of us know anything about how to interrogate a spy?” Jack: “I know a few techniques.” Shay: “I know how to cause immense amounts of pain, that’s all you need.” Abby: “She’s fucking trained, if you try torturing her, she’ll only give us false information!” Shay: “Having your head held under water is not torture.” Abby: “I have reports, study after study, all of which show that harsh interrogation techniques do not fucking work!” Shay: (childish mocking voice) “I have reports, I have studies!” Abby: “Just see how fucked we’ll be when we make a mistake because we acted on a spy telling us what we want to hear!” David rubs his eyes: “Oh my God. Asher, what do you say?” Asher: “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you that torture is wrong, but I spent an afternoon cleaning up your barf because of her, so fuck that bitch.” Spy: “Are you in there blowing each other, or are you going to fucking interrogate me?” Shay: “The longer we take, the more she’s gonna know we have no idea what we’re doing.” David: “Fine. Jack, Shay, you two go ask some questions, okay?” Jack: “Give me a minute. I think I have a plan, I just… I just need to think it out.” Shay rolls her eyes and goes into the interrogation room. Joel: “David, can I talk to you in the hallway?” David follows him out into a hallway. Joel: “Do you know the history of this building?” David: “Um… it’s a police building?” Joel: “In 1965, my grandfather came to Gath from the Soviet Union on a cultural exchange. They found him carrying human rights reports on the Soviets and brought him here. The tortured him for days, and then sent him to a prison camp. He managed to escape from there and defect to Gilboa.” David: “Oh. That’s… cool, I guess?” Joel unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and shows David the “Не Верь Не Бойся Не Проси” tattoo on his collarbone, “Do you know what this means?” David: “No.” Joel: “Nye ver’, nye boysia, nye prosi. Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg. It’s how you survive in a gulag. We can’t trust, fear, or beg from Gath or Shaw. You can trick yourself into thinking that just because we seem to be safe here, it means we really are safe. You can come to think that maybe things are better in Gath than they are in Gilboa, but trust me, things here are just as fucked up.” David: “Are… you familiar with Bilal?” Joel: “Bilal? He’s a fucking religious nutjob who wants to replace one brutal regime with another. But he’s not wrong about Shaw, okay?” David, exasperated, “We can’t really be an army without Gath’s help. We’d be pretty fucked without a safe place to stay.” Joel: “Yeah, I know, it’s why I didn’t say anything to you earlier. But you need to know. Shaw’s help comes with a price, and some day soon, he’s going to come asking. What are you willing to sacrifice for what we’re fighting for?” David: “I’m not even entirely sure what it is we’re fighting for. I’ve got to figure some shit out.”

In his office, Shaw speaks to his computer, “What do you want?” On his screen, William appears, “Good afternoon, Premiere Shaw. I know you aren’t terribly fond of bourgeoise scum such as myself, but since you buy plenty of my weapons, I thought I should speak with you.” Shaw, “Yes?” William: “I’m not gonna fuck around. You hate Silas. I hate Silas. I tried to overthrow Silas. Someone else who’s trying to overthrow Silas is currently a guest in your country. I believe there’s an agreement to be made here.” Shaw: “Shepherd has said he is going to be king. I know you want the crown all for yourself.” William, “It should have been mine in the first place!” Shaw: “Are you going to try to overthrow me, too?” William, “No. Why would I want to rule Gath?” Shaw: “What do you want, Mr. Cross?” William grows cold and serious, “Shepherd is going to turn on you.” Shaw grows more serious, “Why do you say that?” William: “Because he has fucking morals, and he’s going to learn about your prison camps sooner or later. I don’t give a fuck, and because of that, you can trust me.” Shaw: “What are you trying to do?” William: “Overthrow Silas and get my crown! I believe that David can help me do that, but I need your help to help me help Shepherd.” Shaw: “So what do you want?” William: “The deets on Shepherd. What he does, where he goes, the people he’s with.” Shaw: “Right now, I believe he’s at our police headquarters. Something about the person who poisoned him.” William: “He was poisoned?!” Shaw: “Prince Jack recognized it right away and acted quickly.” William: “I need to know this!” Shaw: “Very well, I’ll stay in touch with you, then.” William: “You need to keep Shepherd loyal to you.” Shaw: “And how am I going to do that?” William: “Offer autonomy to the borderlands. That’s his home, he’s not going to say no.” Shaw: “I can’t undermine my own authority.” William: “How badly do you want to see Silas gone? Because if Shepherd remains loyal to you, you can use him to fight Silas.” Shaw: “I just ended a war. I vowed that I would protect the peace, and I will continue to do that!” William, smarmy and sarcastic, “Oh, will you? Because I promise you, Silas is gearing up for another war. It would be a shame if he should declare one and Gath should suddenly not have any weapons with which to defend itself. There’s gonna be another war, and with Shepherd on your side, you can fuckin’ win.” Shaw sighs heavily, “I’ll think about it.” William: “Also, if you’ve got one Gilboan spy in Gath, there’s more. If I were you, I’d get that spy to talk.” Shaw, “Thank you, Mr. Cross.”

David goes back into the room beside the interrogation room. On the other side of the mirror, Shay holds they spy’s head down in a bucket of water. David: “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He leans into the microphone, “Knock it off, will you?!” Shay lets go of the spy, who comes up sputtering, but laughing. Spy: “Whoo! That was fun! Just like going to the waterpark when I was a kid!” David: “Shay, would you come here, please?” Spy: “Shepherd’s here?! Yeah, I recognize your voice! How’d you enjoy the shake?!” Shay leaves the interrogation room and joins David and the others. Shay: “Does anyone else have a fucking plan?!” Jack: “I do.” Jack goes into the interrogation room. Spy: “Ooooh! I get the prince! Nice!” Jack: “You shoulda tried something other than aconite, I’ve seen it a million times and recognized it right away. I personally would have gone with ricin. Slower acting, starts out like the flu, probably woulda just thought David was sick and wouldn’t have pinned it on the diner.” Spy: “I don’t have that kind of patience. I’m a kill-em-quick kinda girl.” Jack: “Too bad. Because your fuckup landed you here.” Jack sits down: “Look, I get it, you’re a professional. I’ve seen our spy training program up close, so I know what it’s like, and I know the old head in a bucket trick isn’t going to work on you.” Spy: “And now you’re onto the good cop part of the interrogation, right?” Jack: “Do you believe in God?” Spy: “What?” Jack: “My dad says God is on his side, King Shaw says God is on his side, a lot of people say God is on David’s side. Seems like a good place to start when getting to know you.” Spy: “I believe in God. I accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior.” Jack: “Okay,” He tries to say more but Spy cuts him off, “And I hold that there is no God but Allah and Mohammed is his messenger! I’ll believe whatever the fuck you want me to believe, buddy! I know you’re trying to be my friend. And I know exactly what you want from me. Who am I? How did I get to Gath? Are there others like me? What are they planning? So don’t expect me to tell you any of that.” Jack smirks, “Do you want some coffee?” Spy makes a curious face, but smiles, “Sure. Anything that’ll make this go faster. Four sugars, no cream.” Jack turns around, “David, go get our guest some coffee.”  David looks on, surprised. Jack: “Seriously, go get her some!” David goes and fetches a cup. He goes into the interrogation room. Spy, sarcastic: “Oh my god, it’s David Shepherd! I can’t believe I get to meet him!” She drinks her coffee, “You were so fucking easy to find. You go to the same diner and eat the same shit almost every day. Seriously my job shouldn’t be this easy!” Jack: “How’s the coffee?” Spy: “The coffee in this country tastes like shit.” Jack: “It’s not the coffee that tastes like shit, it’s the ten milligrams of ricin that David put in there.” The spy sits coffee all over the table. Jack laughs: “Just kidding. You’ll be fine. Maybe. You should be more careful when making your assumptions about us.” He gets up and leaves, and David follows. In the observation room, Shaw is waiting for them. David, “Uh, hello, sir, we’re just trying to talk to this spy.” Shaw: “Have you gotten anything?” Jack: “No. In Gilboa, the spies have these fucked up loyalty tests, it basically makes sure they won’t say shit under sudden duress. I think I can get her to talk to us, but it’s gonna take time.” Shaw: “That won’t do. If Silas has a spy network in Gath, I need to know as soon as possible.” Jack: “I think I can get some real answers from her, but I’m gonna need more than an afternoon. It could take weeks, months even.” Shaw: “If you can’t get get me answers right now, I’m sending my professionals in.” Jack: “No, you don’t have to!” Shaw leaves. David: “Shit!” David rushes into the interrogation room, panicked, and speaks to the spy, “Look, Shaw is bringing his men in, and if you want us to be the ones dealing with you, you need to give us some answers, now!” Spy: “Fuck you, Shepherd! I know psychological pressure when I see it!” Two uniformed Gath officers enter behind David, one carrying an ominous-looking case that he sets on the desk. David: “Just tell us one thing!” Spy: “FUCK YOU!” One of the officers says, “Would you please leave the room, Captain Shepherd?” Spy: “Yeah, Captain Shepherd, we don’t need you any more!” David, with a defeated sigh: “Please, just tell them what you know.” David leaves. As the door closes, one of the officers open the case, and takes out a power drill. The two officers both look at the spy, and fear comes into the spy’s eyes. In the observation room, David and the others look on in wordless horror. David has to look away, “Do we have to stay here?” Abby, shaking: “This is in violation of so many international laws!” Joel: “International laws don’t mean shit in Gath.” David: “Seriously, if we don’t have to be here, I’m leaving.” He stands up, and the others follow him. Out in the hallway, Shaw stops David, “Can I speak with you privately once more?” David looks at the others, “I’ll catch up with you.” The others leave, and David turns to Shaw, “What do you want?” Shaw: “I’ve come to appreciate how valuable your allyship has been to Gath. I don’t want to let it go unpaid. If you continue to help us, David, I’m willing to offer autonomy to the borderlands.”

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Malloc 9 minutes ago (edited)

Pelosi is to busy sitting at home eating ice cream

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Megan Moore 9 minutes ago

God bless you for standing strong, and against this. Dereliction of duty, violating public trust, like taxation without representation.

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Pippi Bernstein 12 minutes ago

👊🏻yes! Go McCarthy! Californians want paper ballots, voter ID and transparent, filmed counting. No more millions of 150 old year Democrats in LA & SD (as per Judicial Watch lawsuits) diluting votes👊🏻

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Diana Hess 6 minutes ago

She is drinking at home and can’t work!

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Pippi Bernstein 10 minutes ago (edited)

Pelosi & Feinstein would have been out decades ago without fixing the vote. Nancy’s nephew Newsome would not have been selected either.

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earl williams 6 minutes ago

The Democratic party has turned their back on the American and our Constitution

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Brenda Smith 9 minutes ago

Pelosi has no clue what she's doing. She needs to be in a nursing home!

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Alpha Orionis 9119 minutes ago

But Democrat Science says the House should stay home for years, right?

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JJ 2 minutes ago

They will do anything to fail this President and from getting him back at DC.

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James Blackmore 4 minutes ago

Why is American politics so full of B.S, have you no shame?

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Hoku Orpilla 2 minutes ago (edited)

Demos are eating ice cream and drinking adrenocrone

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Keith White4 minutes ago

Democrats should not be paid until they come back to work.

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Linda Smith 15 minutes ago

They should have never been allowed to vote outside the house. If President Trump can come to work every day so can the DEMOCRATS.

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Leo 7 minutes ago

dems are trying to destroy America! wake up!!!!!

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Fred Fosdick 6 minutes ago

Lot's of people go into work every day.  It's time for these people who are paid to represent us to either DO THEIR JOB, or resign.

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Darrell Wright 4 minutes ago

Are the dems afraid to come to the house because they fear arrest after all they know they are criminals and now we know they are scum that they Are! Lock everyone of them up!! 🇺🇸

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Hoku Orpilla 10 minutes ago

Don't infringe upon my liberties

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Barbie Morton 12 minutes ago 

put those dems in prison

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Lord High Xcutioner 15 minutes ago

DemoKKKrats are going to steal the election.

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Rene Tellez 10 seconds ago

Finally republicans find their backbones!...Keep GOING!

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Pippi Bernstein12 minutes ago

Pelosi & Feinstein enriched their children & relatives in the Ukraine scandal with BIden too. They have sold out California to China for decades. Feinstein’s office manager for 20 years is a Chinese National.

How much more evidence of treason do we need before investigating Feinstein? Traitors should be handled now👊🏻

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Hoku Orpilla 12 minutes ago

TRUMP2020

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Megan Moore 6 minutes ago (edited)

YouTube is afraid to post comments. 1 view, 13 thumbs up. Pelosi and Dems who fail to show are a shame to the hardworking citizens who have worked through this crisis.👎

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Hoku Orpilla11 minutes ago

Demoncrates are desperate

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Janie Buck1 minute ago

Mitch McConnell will block the democrats ideas anyway!

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Kay DeBerg 5 minutes ago

Yes sueing Pelosi n dems should be done n should have been done a long time ago.  She had been completely disrespectful of America.

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Kay DeBerg 8 minutes ago

Congratulations Sir for speaking out for the United States of America.  We are all tired if Pelosi treating everything in a socialist manor.  She does not care about Americans.   Voting:  maybe we could do something like have drive up windows and each person could show I.D. which a sheriff could check.  n then vote.  Many windows in each town.  

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Arthur Clarke 7 minutes ago

Pelosi and her gang are doing anything they can to  agitate and cause the Republicans anxiety .  Thank you for continuing to pursue and handle diplomatically  the childish behavior of the Democrats.

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Jo Jo4 minutes ago (edited)

It is a shame that we must teach the democrats about the constitution!  Get these idiots out of office!

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Matt kos.29 seconds ago

We've all failed the founders by allowing the democrats blur the words in our constitution for to long with our rights being more n more everyday allowing these tyrant murdering police control us time to start over every faction of our government is corrupt

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Arthur Clarke12 minutes ago

Thank you Republican Congress and Senate for standing for the truth and the rights of the American People.  Nancy Pelosi is trying to destroy America.  She doesn't care about us<, the TRUE American.  God bless  you all.

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Arthur Avilez 5 minutes ago

Fixing the vote. To cheat. Democrats are fake politicians. Stop this mob from controlling our country.

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Lee Bowers3 minutes ago

  ⚡DEMOCRAT CHEATERS!⚡⚡⚡

THANK GOD THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE IN POWER FOR THE PEOPLE. ⚡⚡ Democrats know they don't have a leg to stand on for this election. 

That's why they trying to swing the votes to their side unlawfully. ⚡DEMOCRAT CHEATERS!⚡

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Dexter 1 minute ago

Only in America can our politicians do nothing and continue to get a very good paycheck! Unbelievable

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Paul Godfrey 54 seconds ago

Pelosi, Schiff, and all their DNCommies want global communism under an Israeli oligarchy.  That's why they are against walls/borders, a patriotic POTUS, any gun-carrying Constitutionalist citizens, and any sense of nationalism.  Israel and Soros are the ones funding the mass migrations ONLY into "white Christian nations" to decimate Christendom.  Pelosi, and other NWO puppets, flooded her state with illegals.  And she wants all her illegals to be able to vote.  Her entire "Heroes Act" is 

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OPINION:  Impeach Nancy Pelosi or simple remove her from the House of Representatives effective June 1, 2020.

And, lets get down to business in our Country for our citizens sake.

Don’t, play Nancy Pelosi ‘sick’ game.  As far as the American people are concerned, she can stay in her Million dollar home and eat all the ice cream she would like,  because her services in our Congress is no longer needed. We will make sure that she’s paid her full-retirement and we’ll give her a get party send off.

Its time to get someone in the House of Representatives that loves our country and respect our Constitution and Bill Rights.

[knb-holy-universe-blog]

My love story with a tyrant

Chapter 2:

You’re on your way feeling so nervous, wondering what kind of school this is and if this will be enough to learn this language.

“Aaaaaaaah I don’t care anymore” you scream, when suddenly you felt someone grabbing your hand, it was a tall handsome boy with white skin, dark hair and beautiful brown eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked

“Yeah yeah of course why are you asking?” You said awkwardly

“Nothing nothing” he was about to walk away when he turned again to you

“It’s nothing, it’s pretty normal I walk and I found a weird girl screaming for no reason in the street, no normal everything is okay”

“Did you just call me weird, well let me tell you something, the only weird here is you, you’re Japanese so what are you doing here?”

“Ah cool you’re not just weird, you’re dump too “

“Ahuum Ahuum what’s happening here kids?” said a man in his fifty years

“We’re not kids” said Anita and the boy at once

“Yeah you’re not kids, you’re just little babies, what’s this behavior, are you at kindergarten or what??” Scolded the old man

“We’re very sorry but who are you sir?” Said the boy

“I’m the director of this school boy”

“Shit what a good start!” said Anita to herself

“I”ll forgive you this time but I don’t want any childish behavior anymore “

“We promise”

In class

“This is all your fault, screaming like an idiot”

“Want to pick a fight again hein ? and just tell me why are you sitting here next to me ?”

“Because I know nobody here”

“Ah and you know me waaaw I wasn’t aware of that”

“God please tell me, why would my first friend be this stupid? Ah wait you’re blonde, Hahaha that’s why?”

“Okey this is the part where we stop talking to each other”

“No miss this is the part where I’ll kick both of you out if you don’t keep calm and pay attention to my class” said the teacher with anger

“Sorry miss we’ll not do this again”

“I hope so”

You were trying to focus on the exercise which the teacher just give it when this annoying boy put a note on your disk

“He’s unbelievable! Isn’t he going to let me in peace” But you read it anyway

“Hello my name is Kondo Kamui, I’m 17 years old, well you were right I’m Japanese actually half Japanese half American, I lived until now in America but we recently moved, I can speak Japanese but I’m not used to it that’s why I take those classes, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, what about you”

“It’s not a big deal, My name is Marechal Anita, I’m 16 years old, I lived in France until I was 11 years old then we moved to Canada and for some personal reasons I moved to Japan here with my cousin, Nice to meet you”

“All the pleasure is for me”

“Since you can speak Japanese you can help me, right? “

“Of course, we’re friends”

But this peace moments didn’t last because as he started to help with you Japanese ( you really suck ) he was surprised at how bad you were and he started calling you names which ended up obviously into crazy oral fights and your peace days were over but you’re still friends though

Your language classes were over, and with Kamui’s help things were much easier. It’s not like you can speak it easily but you can keep a conversation and understands what the others are telling you which made you the happiest ever.

Now it is time to choose the high school you would want to go to and prepare yourself for the entrance exams.

[cwnerd12]

Nye ver’, nye boysia, nye prosi

“Nye Ver’, Nye Boysia, Nye Prosi” Wednesday sits at the bar of a fancy hotel, sipping a martini. She nervously eyes the front door. One of Silas’s advisors enters. Wednesday smiles and stands up. The advisor comes over and kisses her on the cheek, “You look lovely this evening.” Wednesday: “Thank you. I was just finishing my drink, would you like one?” Advisor: “No. Let’s just go up to the room.” Wednesday and the advisor enter a luxe hotel room. Wednesday, “I know you want to get busy, but you’re going to have to give me a minute to get ready, all right?” Advisor sighs, “You tease.” Wednesday laughs, casts a glance behind her, and says, “Just a minute.” She goes into the bathroom. Advisor takes his jacket off, loosens his tie, and lays down on the bed, “You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had! You paid any attention to the news?” Wednesday, in the bathroom. shimmies out of her dress, revealing fancy lingerie underneath, “Uh, yeah, I’ve heard about the bombings.” Advisor: “Everyone who works for Silas now has to keep their car under 24-hour surveillance. It’s an enormous pain in the ass. And Silas is screaming at everyone who enters his office. I’m in the ministry of communication, and somehow, Silas has it in his head that it’s our fault that people are supporting David Shepherd and the AFG. I’ve actually had to explain it to him, it’s not my fault that Shepherd is good-looking. He has kind eyes! How the fuck am I supposed to convince people that this good-looking kid with kind eyes is really some evil would-be tyrant?” In the bathroom, Wednesday adjusts her hair, making sure something is well-covered. Advisor, “Wednesday?” Wednesday turns around and exits the bathroom, “Baby, you’re a big, important man, I know, and your job is hard.” Advisor: “Lookin at you, my job’s not the only thing that’s hard.” Wednesday saunters over to the bed. She leans over the advisor and touches his face, “You just let me make your life a little bit easier, all right?” Advisor, “You always do.” Wednesday smiles, and crawls onto the bed. She straddles the advisor, bends over, and kisses him. She reaches into her hair, and slips a razor blade in between her fingers. With a swift single movement, she cuts the blood vessels on one side of the advisor’s throat. The advisor clutches at his neck, and sees the blood on his hands, “What the fuck?!” Wednesday slashes the other side of his neck, even more blood gushing out. She hops off the bed and hurries into the bathroom. Frantically, she washes the blood off of her hands. She puts her dress back on, and grabs her purse. She pulls a can of spray paint out, and goes back over to the bed, where the advisor lays dead. Wednesday sprays three golden stars over his body. She puts the can back into her purse, and leaves. Outside the hotel, she gets into a car. Driver: “You get him?” Wednesday: “Oh, christ, that felt good.” The driver hands her a stack of papers, “False ID, get you to Gath.” He starts the car. Wednesday, “I’m joining the Queens of Gilboa!” Driver, “Yeah, before you go, we have to stop somewhere.” Wednesday: “Where?” Cut to: outside a run-down warehouse, the driver and another guy shove a blindfolded, gagged, and bound spy who pointed David into the trunk of the car, and slam the door shut. Driver gets back in the car. Wednesday: “Who the hell is that? Are we doing kidnappings now?” Driver starts the car, “Kidnappings for ransom aren’t our thing. This bitch, she’s special. She’s a spy, went to Gath, tried to poison David.” Wednesday: “You’re kidding me.” Driver: “Yup. Gath spy network identified her, we’re just picking her up and bringing her where she needs to be.” They drive off.

At the hotel, Jack sits reading the newspaper in bed while David gets dressed in a suit. Jack, “HAAA HAHA (advisor) got killed by a hooker last night!” David: “Sex worker.” Jack: “What?” David: “Hooker is derogatory, say sex worker instead.” Jack, “Yeah, well, (advisor) got his ass murdered by a sex worker working for us. I fuckin’ hated that prick!” David puts a tie on, “Listen, Joel told me we’ve got a bunch of missions going off right now. I want to stay here and listen to the progress reports, but Gerald invited me to Mass and I can’t really say no. Some people are coming in from Shiloh, you’re gonna have to be the one who greets them. I think your sex worker is gonna be one of them. You can congratulate her on a job well done.” Jack, “Yeah, fine. Just don’t let Gerald hit you over the head with a copy of Das Kaptial, all right?”

David climbs up the front steps of the National Cathedral of Gath. At the top, Gerald and his family wait, “David! So glad you came to join us this morning!” David shakes his hand, “I’m glad to be here, sir.” Gerald, “I’d like you to meet my family. My wife, Queen Lena.” David shakes her hand, “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Gerald, “And my sons, Princes Michael, Fredrick, and Leon.” David shakes their hands, “Pleased to meet you.” Michael: “You’re the one who freed our hostages and blew up a Goliath.” David, “Among other things, yeah.” Gerald, “You’ll have to forgive Michael, he’s spent quite a bit of time leading his unit in battle against the Gilboan army. When he heard the news of your… escapade, he was very angry.” David laughs nervously, “Yeah, well, Gath did kind of kill my father and my brother, so I guess I can understand what it’s like to be angry.” Lena, “King Silas murdered my father!” David, “And Silas tried to kill me, so, hey, we can all agree that we don’t like Silas, right?” Gerald, “Why don’t I show you the cathedral?” Inside, David looks up at the bright stained glass windows, depicting various saints and the instruments of their martyrdom. Gerald, “Modern Gath was founded on the principals of socialism, but in keeping with the North American tradition of monarchy. One way we differ from other socialist countries is that here, we embrace God, we worship him and ask him for guidance. Gath doesn’t have the same moral corruption as Gilboa. I am a king, but I lead for the people. I’m not swayed by the whims of the bourgeoisie the way that Silas is.” David, “You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things William Cross was able to get away with in Gilboa.” Gerald, “Do you want to be king, David?” David sighs, “That’s a really good question, sir.” Gerald, “What do you believe it is that a King should do?” David, “Not kill his own citizens, for a start.” Gerald laughs, “Being king isn’t easy, but it’s very rewarding, in its own way. We should join Lena and the boys. Mass is about to begin.” Cut to: David sits beside Gerald, praying along to “Our Father.” “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” David leans over to Gerald and whispers, “Deliver us from evil. That’s what a king does.”

Before the front door of HQ can even shut on him, Jack runs up to David, “We got her!” David: “Who?” Jack: “The bitch that poisoned you!”

Gath version of the Lubyanka. David, Jack, Shay, Joel, Abby, and Asher stand on the hidden side of a one-way mirror while the spy sits handcuffed to a table on the other side. David: “So….. now what do we do?” Jack: “We interrogate her.” David: “Do any of us know anything about how to interrogate a spy?” Jack: “I know a few techniques!” Shay: “I know how to cause immense amounts of pain, that’s all you need.” Abby: “She’s fucking trained, if you try torturing her, she’ll only give us false information!” Shay: “Having your head held under water is not torture.” Abby: “I have reports, study after study, all of which show that harsh interrogation techniques do not fucking work!” Shay: (childish mocking voice) “I have reports, I have studies!” Abby: “Just see how fucked we’ll be when we make a mistake because we acted on a spy telling us what we want to hear!” David rubs his eyes: “Oh my God. Asher, what do you say?” Asher: “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you that torture is wrong, but I spent an afternoon cleaning up your barf because of her, so fuck that bitch.” Spy: “Are you in there blowing each other, or are you going to fucking interrogate me?” Shay: “The longer we take, the more she’s gonna know we have no idea what we’re doing.” David: “Fine. Jack, Shay, you two go ask some questions, okay?” Jack: “Give me a minute. I think I have a plan, I just… I just need to think it out.” Shay rolls her eyes and goes into the interrogation room. Joel: “David, can I talk to you in the hallway?” David follows him out into a hallway. Joel: “Do you know the history of this building?” David: “Um….. it’s a police building?” Joel: “In 1965, my grandfather came to Gath from the Soviet Union on a cultural exchange. They found him carrying human rights reports on the Soviets and brought him here. The tortured him for days, and then sent him to a prison camp. He managed to escape from there and defect to Gilboa.” David: “Oh. That’s… cool, I guess?” Joel unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and shows David the “Не Верь Не Бойся Не Проси” tattoo on his collarbone, “Do you know what this means?” David: “No.” Joel: “Nye ver’, nye boysia, nye prosi. Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg. It’s how you survive in a gulag. We can’t trust, fear, or beg from Gath or Gerald. You can trick yourself into thinking that just because we seem to be safe here, it means we really are safe. You can come to think that maybe things are better in Gath than they are in Gilboa, but trust me, things here are just as fucked up.” David: “Are… you familiar with Bilal?” Joel: “Bilal? He’s a fucking religious nutjob who wants to replace one brutal regime with another. But he’s not wrong about Gerald, okay?” David, exasperated, “We can’t really be an army without Gath’s help. We’d be pretty fucked without a safe place to stay.” Joel: “Yeah, I know, it’s why I didn’t say anything to you earlier. But you need to know. Gerald’s help comes with a price, and some day soon, he’s going to come asking. What are you willing to sacrifice for what we’re fighting for?” David: “I’m not even entirely sure what it is we’re fighting for. I’ve got to figure some shit out.”

In his office, Gerald speaks to his computer, “What do you want?” On his screen, William appears, “Good afternoon, King Gerald. I know you aren’t terribly fond of bourgeois scum such as myself, but since you buy plenty of my weapons, I thought I should speak with you.” Gerald, “Yes?” William: “I’m not gonna fuck around. You hate Silas. I hate Silas. I tried to overthrow Silas. Someone else who’s trying to overthrow Silas is currently a guest in your country. I believe there’s an agreement to be made here.” Gerald: “Shepherd has said he is going to be king. I know you want the crown all for yourself.” William, “It should have been mine in the first place!” Gerald: “Are you going to try to overthrow me, too?” William, “No. Why would I want to rule Gath?” Gerald: “What do you want, Mr. Cross?” William grows cold and serious, “Shepherd is going to turn on you.” Gerald grows more serious, “Why do you say that?” William: “Because he has fucking morals, and he’s going to learn about your prison camps sooner or later. I don’t give a fuck, and because of that, you can trust me.” Gerald: “What are you trying to do?” William: “Overthrow Silas and get my crown! I believe that David can help me do that, but I need your help to help me help Shepherd.” Gerald: “So what do you want?” William: “The deets on Shepherd. What he does, where he goes, the people he’s with.” Gerald: “Right now, I believe he’s at our police headquarters. Something about the person who poisoned him.” William: “He was poisoned?!” Gerald: “Prince Jack recognized it right away and acted quickly.” William: “I need to know this!” Gerald: “Very well, I’ll stay in touch with you, then.” William: “You need to keep Shepherd loyal to you.” Gerald: “And how am I going to do that?” William: “Offer autonomy to the borderlands. That’s his home, he’s not going to say no.” Gerald: “I can’t undermine my own authority.” William: “How badly do you want to see Silas gone? Because if Shepherd remains loyal to you, you can use him to fight Silas.” Gerald: “I just ended a war. I vowed that I would protect the peace, and I will continue to do that!” William, smarmy and sarcastic, “Oh, will you? Because I promise you, Silas is gearing up for another war. It would be a shame if he should declare on and Gath should suddenly not have any weapons with which to defend itself. There’s gonna be another war, and with Shepherd on your side, you can fuckin’ win.” Gerald sighs heavily, “I’ll think about it.” William: “Also, if you’ve got one Gilboan spy in Gath, there’s more. If I were you, I’d get that spy to talk.” Gerald, “Thank you, Mr. Cross.”

David goes back into the room beside the interrogation room. On the other side of the mirror, Shay holds they spy’s head down in a bucket of water. David: “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He leans into the microphone, “Knock it off, will you?!” Shay lets go of the spy, who comes up sputtering, but laughing. Spy: “Whoo! That was fun! Just like going to the waterpark when I was a kid!” David: “Shay, would you come here, please?” Spy: “Shepherd’s here?! Yeah, I recognize your voice! How’d you enjoy the shake?!” Shay leaves the interrogation room and joins David and the others. Shay: “Does anyone else have a fucking plan?!” Jack: “I do.” Jack goes into the interrogation room. Spy: “Ooooh! I get the prince! Nice!” Jack: “You shoulda tried something other than aconite, I’ve seen it a million times and recognized it right away. I personally would have gone with ricin. Slower acting, starts out like the flu, probably woulda just thought David was sick and wouldn’t have pinned it on the diner.” Spy: “I don’t have that kind of patience. I’m a kill-em-quick kinda girl.” Jack: “Too bad. Because your fuckup landed you here.” Jack sits down: “Look, I get it, you’re a professional. I’ve seen our spy training program up close, so I know what it’s like, and I know the old head in a bucket trick isn’t going to work on you.” Spy: “And now you’re onto the good cop part of the interrogation, right?” Jack: “Do you believe in God?” Spy: “What?” Jack: “My dad says God is on his side, King Gerald says God is on his side, a lot of people say God is on David’s side. Seems like a good place to start when getting to know you.” Spy: “I believe in God. I accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior.” Jack: “Okay,” He tries to say more but Spy cuts him off, “And I hold that there is no God but Allah and Mohammed is his messenger! I’ll believe whatever the fuck you want me to believe, buddy! I know you’re trying to be my friend. And I know exactly what you want from me. Who am I? How did I get to Gath? Are there others like me? What are they planning? So don’t expect me to tell you any of that.” Jack smirks, “Do you want some coffee?” Spy makes a curious face, but smiles, “Sure. Anything that’ll make this go faster. Four sugars, no cream.” Jack turns around, “David, go get our guest some coffee.”  David looks on, surprised. Jack: “Seriously, go get her some!” David goes and fetches a cup. He goes into the interrogation room. Spy, sarcastic: “Oh my god, it’s David Shepherd! I can’t believe I get to meet him!” She drinks her coffee, “You were so fucking easy to find. You go to the same diner and eat the same shit almost every day. Seriously my job shouldn’t be this easy!” Jack: “How’s the coffee?” Spy: “The coffee in this country tastes like shit.” Jack: “It’s not the coffee that tastes like shit, it’s the ten milligrams of ricin that David put in there.” The spy sits coffee all over the table. Jack laughs: “Just kidding. You’ll be fine. Maybe. You should be more careful when making your assumptions about us.” He gets up and leaves, and David follows. In the observation room, Gerald is waiting for them. David, “Uh, hello, sir, we’re just trying to talk to this spy.” Gerald: “Have you gotten anything?” Jack: “No. In Gilboa, the spies have these fucked up loyalty tests, it basically makes sure they won’t say shit under sudden duress. I think I can get her to talk to us, but it’s gonna take time.” Gerald: “That won’t do. If Silas has a spy network in Gath, I need to know as soon as possible.” Jack: “I think I can get some real answers from her, but I’m gonna need more than an afternoon. It could take weeks, months even.” Gerald: “If you can’t get get me answers right now, I’m sending my professionals in.” Jack: “No, you don’t have to!” Gerald leaves. David: “Shit!” David rushes into the interrogation room, panicked, and speaks to the spy, “Look, Gerald is bringing his men in, and if you want us to be the ones dealing with you, you need to give us some answers, now!” Spy: “Fuck you, Shepherd! I know psychological pressure when I see it!” Two uniformed Gath officers enter behind David, one carrying an ominous-looking case that he sets on the desk. David: “Just tell us one thing!” Spy: “FUCK YOU!” One of the officers says, “Would you please leave the room, Captain Shepherd?” Spy: “Yeah, Captain Shepherd, we don’t need you any more!” David, with a defeated sigh: “Please, just tell them what you know.” David leaves. As the door closes, one of the officers open the case, and takes out a power drill. The two officers both look at the spy, and fear comes into the spy’s eyes. In the observation room, David and the others look on in wordless horror. David has to look away, “Do we have to stay here?” Abby, shaking: “This is in violation of so many international laws!” Joel: “International laws don’t mean shit in Gath.” David: “Seriously, if we don’t have to be here, I’m leaving.” He stands up, and the others follow him. Out in the hallway, Gerald stops David, “Can I speak with you privately once more?” David looks at the others, “I’ll catch up with you.” The others leave, and David turns to Gerald, “What do you want?” Gerald: “I’ve come to appreciate how valuable your allyship has been to Gath. I don’t want to let it go unpaid. If you continue to help us, David, I’m willing to offer autonomy to the borderlands.”