Can you hear me, Mother?

Can you hear me, Mother?

24 June

The Monkey contacted the Monster Highs last night and asked them to come back and help with the latest gateway. They said they were on their way and would be with us by the early hours of the morning. At two in the morning I was woken by the text alert on my phone – Roadblock A30. Diversion Roche. Trap. NOW!

Fuck! The Nerds piled into their van and me and The Monkey jumped onto one of the bikes and we tore off towards Roche which is about fifteen minutes away at normal speed. Fortunately, we hadn’t been drinking… that much. We knew that subtlety wasn’t going to be an option, so The Monkey rode pillion with night vision goggles and H&K while I had my AA-12 slung along the side of the bike. We were quicker than the van and we had told the Nerds to cover the retreat, so it was just us who came upon the scene of carnage.

Two black Range Rovers were parked across the road, one of them on fire. Through the smoke and flames we could see the Monster Highs, their hair flowing in some invisible wind almost like they were under water. Their eyes glowed white like flares and they were tearing black clad figures apart. I saw one of the girls get hit with a taser and drop to one knee then I skidded the bike to a halt between the Range Rovers, and The Monkey was off and firing. I dropped the bike and started with the AA-12, I could see another vehicle behind the girls’ car, and I put a couple of rounds into it. It went boom.

We took down the rest of the tactical team in quick order, they hadn’t been expecting us, then I backed the non-burning vehicle off the road and The Monkey got the girls into their car and they drove past. I could see flashing blues in the distance, so I blocked the road with the vehicle again, and as I pulled away on the bike I made that one go boom as well. Further up the road the Nerds were parked in a side road with the back doors open and weapons trained. They waved me past and then followed me up the dark lane.

The Monster Highs are okay – not even shook up, just pissed off. I took a drive up to Roche earlier and to my surprise the road was open, passable by one lane only, but open. I asked one of the local plod who was waving traffic through what had happened and he said that a lorry had clipped the railway bridge and caught fire. And sure enough, there was a burnt-out lorry cab and trailer. These fuckers move real quick… it’s like they bend reality…

25 June

The reports of gunfire in the early hours of the morning have been explained away as a freak electrical storm complete with localised thunder! At least that’s what the local news reports are saying, and the burnt-out lorry story is running as a minor news item. Way to cover up…

The warning text scrambled again – I wish we knew who was helping us out. The Monkey reckons it must be someone inside the enemy camp. How else would they know what was going to happen?

There is news from the Green and Red Society – a Chinese satellite is going to be rerouted to deal with our little problem. I asked them about our window onto Scotland and they have told us to be on the lookout for submarines…

Tonight, with the Monster Highs providing some covering fog, we will go through the black hole again and have a scout around the immediate vicinity. Don’t think we are likely to find a submarine on the mountainside but judging by the way things are going I am reserving judgment…

26 June

No submarines – at least not where we came out. Undercover of the Monster High’s spells of confusion we stepped out onto a heather covered Scottish mountainside under a beautiful starlit sky with the huge full moon casting a pale glow over everything. It soon became obvious that we were all alone. Not a person or habitation to be seen, not even a crofter’s cottage.

We did ever expanding circuits of the area and found a cromlech on the flat summit above us. Standing there we could see far out across the darkly glimmering loch below us and in the distance the moonlit sea. We took photos and planted some mini cameras and sensors that the Nerds had acquired around the mountain and then we came back through the hole. Because of the location and apparent lack of anyone around we should be able to do some daytime insertions and maybe go for a bit of a wander but we will see what the tech we have left there picks up first – if anything.

The Russians are starting to make noises about wanting their jamming device back – I hope the Chinese come up with the satellite goodies soon or we could be back to sleepless nights and rampant paranoia. Anyway, in the meantime The Monkey wants to party. We can’t risk going into town at the moment so there is much takeaway and drink and he has found the disco lights from our New Year’s party. He has also asked a couple of the neighbours around – unusually sociable for The Monkey…

27 June

Well, The Monkey spiked the neighbour’s drinks with acid and when they were tripping their tits off, he proceeded to interrogate them. After several hours of weird he was convinced that none of the neighbours had anything to do with the roadblocks and set-ups that had been happening. I asked at one point how far he was going to go, and he said that if he hadn’t had LSD then it would have been the jigsaw. The neighbours have got off lightly… Apart from that the evening went wonderfully and we all got very pissed and had a good laugh although much of that was at the expense of our heavily tripping friends.

This morning the South West news reported that a mansion up on Dartmoor had been gutted by fire overnight – no one survived. While the reporter droned on about possible arson a helicopter camera crew circled overhead filming the scene. The Monkey sat with his spoon of Cookie Crisp breakfast cereal two inches from his open mouth and stared at the smoking devastation that was all that was left of the house where we had got the notebook. Coincidence? There are – you know the rest…

The sensors and cameras picked up low flying jets blasting down the valley above the loch. There were several passes, so it looks like the area is used by the RAF for training. That shouldn’t be a problem, they won’t fly every day so we will just keep tabs on what sort of regularity there is to the flights.

So, what’s on for tonight? There is a strong possibility that we will be playing Kerplunk for money. The Monster Highs have produced a Ouija board which they claim belonged to Aleister Crowley (although that might have been just to mess with the Nerds), and they are talking about trying to contact the old lady from the mansion to find out if she knows what happened. Really? The Nerds are sceptical but also more than a little scared. The Monkey is up for anything as usual, and me, well I’ve been sleeping with partially dead girls so what right have I got to kick off? Going to keep an eye on my drink though just in case The Monkey has any acid left…

28 June

I won big time on Kerplunk – I now have everyone’s loose change and whatever notes they had on them, plus a whole bunch of IOUs and Tesco vouchers. That’s how I roll.

The Ouija board, well, what can I say… At first there were just random twitches from the planchette but then it began to slide around the board at some speed. As we spelled out the words it formed there was an obvious theme – men in black bursting into the house and ransacking it. Then something about a faceless man and questions about notebooks and a monkey, and then fire and silence. Creepy, I can still feel my goose bumps. Well we know who the faceless man has to be, and he is close…

29 June

Today a satellite somewhere up there went pop as a Chinese satellite carrying an energy beam weapons platform went off its normal orbit and kicked ass. Get in! Disappointed, The Monkey blew up another caravan with his coil gun from the loft room window – he really did want to fire that into space…

The Monkey contacted his Russian buddies and told them they could have their kit back; we will go and drop it off tomorrow. In the meantime, we went back through the black hole and had another mooch around. Actually, very pleasant. Along with the firearms we took a disposable BBQ and some beer and ended up having a picnic amongst the heather. Made a nice change from killing shit…

30 June

Back down to Falmouth docks to drop off the Russian toys and then a spot of lunch and a few beers. I kept expecting to get a text warning of impending doom and for us to have to leg it, but nothing happened, and we just had a chilled time. The Monkey thinks that maybe it was the satellite that was spying on us as well as messing with our sleep – I hope that is true, although it would still mean they know who and where we are…

This has been a topic of discussion amongst all of us – if they have been targeting us with their sat then why haven’t they just come and picked us up? The Monster Highs’ take on it is that they are shot gunning the area because they don’t really know where we are. They are convinced that the residue from their magic fog will still be causing a general level of confusion that will prevent anyone from physically homing in on us until we leave the fog. They are pissed that they were able to be targeted and we are now examining the possibility that our phones are being tapped. If the noose is tightening it isn’t tightening very quickly or very effectively – perhaps the Illuminati are just a bit crap?

We will take the bikes through the hole tomorrow and head down towards the loch and then out towards the coast. Maybe then we can at least work out what that bit is all about. In the meantime – Jack…

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