Crooked Rose and the CIA--episode 2

Just for those who dont know, i am posting a new episode every wendesday!


Raven seized a ripped piece of paper and started out of the room. “Hendry ripped the Deraldo sheet in half”
“This complicates things. Get out of there” Falcon said. Raven walked out of the room and back downstairs. “…And I remember the last art---hey!” Crooked Rose said as Raven aggressively grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry; can I borrow my husband for a moment, Mr. Hendry?”
“By all means.” Raven dragged him outside and into a van. “Vincent, he tore the sheet in half and hid it” Raven said. “We need to get back to headquarters” Falcon said.

--Back at headquarters—

An old man paced in front of a group of people. “300 years ago, a Spanish artist named Deraldo painted a series of paintings known as the ‘Heavens Portraits.’ 20 years later he disappeared. The only thing they found in his studio was his paintings. Men stole these paintings, sold them on the black market and many other things, but that isn’t the important part. Later on a man found a sheet of paper behind one of the paintings saying that each picture holds a clue to a treasure beyond our imagination. To find it you must use every clue in each painting, the problem is that he painted 23 pictures and 6 of them are missing. Now, we don’t know if this treasure can help terrorist or if it is the treasure of King Solomon, the thing right now is we need to find the other paintings to solve the riddle” the old man said. Vincent looked over at Karen, Raven, and Tristan, Falcon, was typing away on his computer. “Tristan, do you have anything for us?”
“Ok, a Russian mobster named Ivan Devorski claimed to have a painting, but he has never showed---“
“He has one” Karen interrupted. “How do you know?” the old man asked….

Crooked Rose and the CIA--episode 1

You know what? all of you can get over it, i am starting a series!

“Falcon to Crooked Rose, do you copy?” a voice asked from the ear piece. A tall man with short black hair sauntered through a crowd of rich looking individuals and seized a glass of champagne from a servant’s tray. “Copy, target is in sight” the young man whispered. He smiled at a passing lady and looked back at an older man. “Alright, his office is upstairs, but there are four guards guarding the entry”
“Don’t worry, Raven will take care of them” Crooked Rose said. He walked past the crowd and stood at the base of the stairs. Suddenly, from the front door came a beautiful woman. She walked in like she owned the place. Her long black dress and beautifully swaying auburn hair were intoxicating. Men stole a glance at her as she walked passed the crowd. She was, for lack of a better term, hot. Crooked Rose grinned, “Always has to have a good entry.” She walked up and put her back to Crooked Rose. “Occupy Hendry while I take out the guards” she whispered. Crooked Rose walked past and tapped the old man on the soldier. “Mr. Hendry, can we talk?” The old man stopped talking with the other folk and turned completely around. “I just want to say that I am a big fan of your collection. I have admired the Deraldo paintings for many years”
“Why, thank you. I have been collecting the for many decades”
“My name is George Anderson by the way.”
Raven walked up the stairs and passed two men guarding the door. She stepped into the bathroom and started to rummage through her purse. “Two of the guards left to talk with some VIP”
“I guess we should have seen that coming” she said and pulled out some lipstick. “Don’t get any on you or you will be out cold for hours.” She unscrewed the bottom and carefully put a plastic covering on her bottom lip. She put her purse in the trash and walked back out. The two guards watched as she walked up to them. She bumped into them. “Oh, I wasn’t aware that guards had such big muscles” she said and kissed one. The other stood in shock at the sudden jump on. Suddenly, the guard fell unconscious and she kicked the other in the bottom jaw. She looked around and no one saw. Dragging the two bodies into the room was no trouble; it was cracking the safe that was a bit difficult. She took out various pointed objects and started cracking the safe. After a couple of minutes the door swung ajar and she dropped her utensils. “Falcon…we have a problem”…

New Posts...

People i am pondering about whether i should start like posting a paragraph and start a series on my blog every week...please tell me your thoughts...

The Intern!

Hey everyone, our very own Intern has leanred how to use the human stuff and she has gone and made herself a blog. She was whimpering the other day about how no one but us comments on her blog, but i am chnaging that once and for all. Go and comment on our intern's blog!!!

P.S. sorry, her name is Betsy...

The Tale of a Sordid Soldier-Edited Version

Hey everyone, some of you may have read my poem 'The Tale of the Sordid Soldier' on Joc's blog. Well I found some of the lines rather weak, so i edited it, here is the final draft...

Once upon a darkened land, ran a horde, a monstrous band,
They were selfish, fiendish and foul, their very words made the wolves howl.
Armies from the North and South came to brawl at the Gorge’s Mouth.
Young loves kissed and bid farewell, except for one whose story I will tell,

He had lived a wholly sordid life, his will to live was on the edge of a knife.
Love he lacked and never grasped a young woman’s heart he never clasped.
Women passed him like he was imperceptible; his ghoulish features were clearly unacceptable.
“No one will ever love me” he believed, the existence of a wife he only conceived.

His phantom physique was truly frightening; he needed a woman to bring his soul brightening.
Sorrow, despair, morose and glum, was his love life truly done?
Was there no one to return his affection, or would he live a life full of rejection?
His very emotions disintegrated like a leaf, he needed something to end his grief.

A charming wife was out of the question, for no one wanted him even as a suggestion.
Forlorn was he in every way, nothing now could lighten his day.
At nightfall he would draw dark things of the past, things that were morbid and dreadfully aghast.
He had no friends or loving relations, he joined the army to fight for the nations.

The years of harsh training were nothing recent, just like his sentiments, they were never decent.
He didn’t care if he lived or died, a life without love, he could no longer abide,
There was hearsay of a menacing band; the time to wage war was now at hand.
Twilight consumed the golden sky, while the young soldier crawled in his bed to cry.

He wept for the life he never had, no marriage, no wife, no robust lad.
His fragile heart was completely shattered, nothing in life now really mattered.
He threw on his helmet and seized his sword; he was ready to fight this monstrous horde.
The men set off to the Gorge’s Mouth, these men were prepared to die for the South.

The young soldier followed the other men, into the battle they jumped in.
The fight raged on and was appallingly horrid, the rage in the beast’s eyes were dreadfully torrid.
Tears cascaded from his eyes like a creek, his grave depression had reached its peak.
He killed without pity or compassion, morbidly, this perverted into a newfound passion.

Finally a cold blade took his life, he grinned with contentment, bliss and blithe.
No more worries of sorrow or love, he could now reside serenely in the realm above.
With his final breathe of life; he thanked the bearer of that cold knife.
He died unreservedly with a smile of glee; he was now in a realm where he was free.

Excitment at its Peak!

Hi everyone, i just need to
release
some
excitement........
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
happy...happy...happy.....happy..............
CRIMSON FLUFFY BUNNIES!!!!!!!
HEY!!! BIG NEWS!!!
I AM EXCITED!!!!!!!!!
....long ago......in the land of EXCITED.....there lived an......
EXCITED YOUNG BOY NAMED WILL!!!!!
The Duke commands that all who read GET EXCITED!!!!
PARTY!!! PARTY!!! PARTY!!!! PARTY!!!! PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!
calm.....*inhale*.....*exhale*............
PARTY!!! PARTY!!! EXCITEMENT!!! ECCENTRIC!!!!! HAPPY!!!! JOY!!! JOY!!! JOY!!!!!!
sorry if you all feel bombarded by my eccentric attitude....

please comment....

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Cool Person of January!!!

Everyone, I am pelased to announce that the Cool Person of January is....!
Kaitlin!!!
Now for the name...word.....thingy......is it called acrylics? oh well:)

Kool!
Awesome!
Intelligent!
Too cool for school!
Late Happy Birthday!! (sorry about that:))
Intriguing!
Not normal, cool!

Miss ya, Kait!
(Miss ya too Nate)