Dear Lady K
To Lady K,
" I saw them again today. Dressed in their usual brown creased slacks, Polo undershirt, spit polished black dress shoes of the highest quality. I must say one thing about them they have good taste. They are of the Capitalistic Operation Monitor Patrol's, or COMP. It's been awhile, about five months since I had a run in with them. I am one of the few individuals who even know their existence. The only comparative analogy to them would be the gestapo, however, these men are much more efficient and secretive.
My first encounter with them was back in 2011 working as Author for Dow chemical's Health a Safety division. all this is true. Before taking on that role I did have to swear an oath of confidentiality to what it was I was doing. And I won't entail much of it was neither.Basically I was the rewrite author for the MSDS and those chemicals which were going outside the regulatory guidelines of the European and North american operations. China and north Korea were my main objectives.Basically it was a simple job of erasing all regulatory shipping standards and regulations for those chemicals to be shipped. Furthermore, I had to erase all documents related to the specs and laboratory tests of the animals, including mice, dogs, cats, monkeys, and in some cases humans-though I would never support that part. These chemicals were the most classified and dangerous substances in the world. Why they hired me wasn't difficult to figure out. I was a Registered Nurse and as such we are one group who hold honor, loyalty, and virtue most high.
It was April First 2012. I was sitting at my computer slacking off as usual, I know I was a scape goat for them but I didn't care. I did however take mental pictures of everything I erased. When entering the Dow facility of Authorship Rewrite for MSDS you had to walk through these strange what seemed like metal detectors, but I doubt they were. After lunch, which I always returned an hour or two late because I fell asleep under this apple tree outside a used book store down the road.I hung up my jacket looked across at my cubicle and saw two men sitting several feet away. Just doing nothing. no expression, no affect, and no concern. I sat down turned on my computer screen and started writing some quotes I had been working on. One of the men stood up from his chair walked over a bent over to look at the screen. He didn't say anything. This I thought unusual but paid no attention. I played an acting game there. to be simple but not to simple. Midland is a weird place and I immediately knew from the start that I did not fit in such a sterile and submerse environment.
The man behind him, still sitting down with his arms crossed on his lap said in a low and monotonous sound, " What you working on there Mark Miller?" Pensively.
What bothered me was not that he addressed me by my full name, which is out of fashion, but that he was implying the question to be rhetorical and not answered. I knew this, but couldn't allow them that. That was what they were fishing for. not content but status. You do understand right?
I replied, after several seconds elapsed, " Oh, a couple of quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson. I distribute them around the community mail. Have you ever heard of him? With a low disdainful tone in my voice. Almost of a mocking gesture but without animation or affect. Now you would think a person being asked questions by men who never introduced themselves or their intentions would be out of place. However, this is Midland and I was seen as a outsider a stranger. So in a way I had the upper hand. I knew them but they did not know the full extent of me.
It was when one of lab reports for Chemical X came to me three months prior and I was curious to the name of the accurate name of the chemical. Sarin M they called it. Mmm. But then I turned over the sheet in sheer excitement because these chemicals only required a half of sheet. Some mix up had occurred and they sent me a transcript of a confession report labeled 442 of the Capitalistic Operation Monitor Patrols. With the address as the same place where the lab animal experiments occur. The confession report was of a woman named Lady K and had her picture on it. She was about 23 or 25, young, pretty, blond hair, with a blank and wide eye staring expression. I figured she must work their, or have worked there. I had to read the report fast because at the top it had two dates labeled birth date and Expiration date. i read as much as I could a hurried to the shredder machine, or the closest one they were all over the place. I haven't ever talked or written of this until now. But due to the fact that they are coming around again I'm not so sure how many days I'll have left. I do know however that they know I have no fear of them. Every time I see them I show my top two canine teeth and pure disgust. It's amazing what advantage you really can gain by understanding Natural selection and human behavior.
They followed me out to my car as it was easy for them since they were parked right next to me. Not a word was spoken, but many exchanges of communication were exchanged. I believe they realize now that they both will be dead before me. I realize I'm not getting away from this, but I'll make sure neither do they. They have numerous head quarters all operated and maintained within the largest corporations.I knew it would only be a matter of time before they caught up with me. But I'm not frightened of them and they know it."
- Sincerely,
Mark X Miller The Prole
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