Directions To Cinnes
Go south. Go as far south as you possibly can without falling off. The people in this region say the world is flat. Don't listen to them. They are feeble minded and it is rumored they mate outside their species. A flat world has not been substantiated with any known facts. Before you leave town steal a car....preferably one that works and has gas. Take no guns or weapons of any kind with you in your early travels. The authorities have zero tolerance. They are very strict and serious about full compliance with their laws. We understand the enforcement of which is beyond harsh, bordering on draconian there in the bad lands.
You could end up dead or worse....forced to wash dishes at the locale greasy spoon or be compelled to marry the judges two headed daughter. Everything is owned and operated by government operatives. Stay out of trouble at all cost. The mission is first and foremost at all times.
Start out at dawn. Talk to no one. Approximately 5 miles down the highway from where you are you will come to a fork in the road. That is if you haven't fallen off the Earth by then. There you will see a dark blue house with brown cedar shutters on the right side where the road branches. You must stop to confer with the occupants. I can only tell that it is owned by 2 twin brothers in their 30's. Smile a lot. Don't make any sudden movements and speak gently. One of the two men is a cold blooded killer. I can't tell you which one because they are identical twins. They lead very secretive clandestine lives in the shadows in the under belly of society. That is why we love them. Both are members of our organization so don't worry.
One of the roads leads to a swamp. I think it is the one on the left but I can't remember. The brothers should set you on the right path.
After about a ten mile drive from the new location point given to you by the men, there will be a small village. Only the twins know the precise co-ordinance and particulars. From this point on, until you get to that destination, follow their advise meticulously. I will be able to assist and guide you once you've arrived in the village. I'm very familiar with the lay of the land.
Contact me immediately upon arrival for new plans and further instructions.
You will enter the Mushroom Inn & Saloon and ask for Mary Trible. She is the proprietor and will put you up for the night. There is a small tattoo of an anchor etched on her left middle arm. It is green and red. It stand out like a neon beacon. Mary is a portly gregarious woman, small, in her forties and very worldly. She probably still sports short cropped hair and smokes like a chimney. She is very sweet when she is not bouncing people. Stay on her good side.
Give her the envelope I gave you two months ago. The sealed one marked “Secrets.” She will know what to do. Follow all of her instructions to the letter. Time is of the essence.
Max, I have to hang up now. I feel like I'm being watched. I'll call you back tomorrow around the same time. Keep your cell charged, active and by your side from this point on. It is going to get weird.
The young man seemed perplexed and confused when the call ended. Hours later, after he met up with Mary, he fell asleep in one of the Mushroom Inns cozy chambers. Being fully briefed and refreshed by a good nights sleep he sojourned on at first light.
This time he would be moving out in legal fashion; no more stolen cars...no more laws. Where he was going they had no such things. After ditching the stolen car he had acquired in the last town, he ditched it in the near by woods. Ms. Trible lent him her Lamborghini with very sound advice. She promised to kill him slowly if any damage came to it. She also gave him an AK-47 with plenty of ammo for good measure and blessed it for good luck. He departed from the bad lands and left them as they were.
Though there are no laws where he was going, the powerful inhabitants there still practiced their own style of authority with the utilization of raw unbridled force. Fear and oppression work their magic on the mundane ordinary people to keep them down and in check and to keep order, that is if they are lucky enough to live through tortuous ordeals.
Self interest is the order of the day in these parts, where deadly actions are common place. As we all know, actions have consequence so Max must keep a constant vigil and a level head to survive.
He remembered to check in with his superior back at the office. The man at the other end of the phone was unknown to him. It was just a voice. It was serious business. It was his job. The other agent apologized that he would not be joining Max 8 on this mission. He was being called away on another assignment.
The young man was finally going into action on his own. His instructions were clear and simple; Go 50 miles west on the main highway. Find signs for a vineyard and monastery called St. Maggie Of The Fields. Once located, he would locate Father Munch. The priest will supply Max 8 with religious robes, more weapons and maps for the forthcoming assignment. He will go to a near by village famous for its .….well....nothing.... It is totally void of anything interesting. (The perfect place to lose yourself in.) Innocuous, ordinary citizens, stroll the streets zombie like...half dead...half asleep...wondering aimlessly about oblivious to the world around them, marching to or from dead end jobs and lives not worth living. A fun time for everyone.
The people from the community call themselves “Sinners.” The name of the village is Cinnes. We can only surmise it is the local joke. Once in the heart of downtown Cinnes, Max starts his reconnoitering. He locates the only church there, a small humble chapel in the center square, to seek out Father John. He is not really a priest but he looks like one so the agency anointed him accordingly.
The priest/agent was easy to find. No one goes to church in Cinnes. Father John was alone, dressed in his long flowing black gown standing in the chapel vestibule in deep thought. Max interrupted this party of one event and introduced himself as a friend of Father Munch. They both spoke briefly and quietly. The actual expected custom is not to speak in church but since there was no one around to report them for this transgression, they continued discretely in soft conversation. The priest told Max to simply refer to him as John. Agent John liked simplicity. John wanted Max to extend his greetings and prayers to Father Munch when he returned to the vineyard monastery and asked how the old boy was doing.
Just then the sound of a high powered recoil from a snipers rifle filled the air as the bullet pierced and shattered the stained glass. It was already too late. Father John fell to the floor dead as the blood rushed from his head creating an instant pool of red fluid meandering out rapidly about him. Max ran out of the building with a small fire arm displayed for all to see, aimed and ready to be used in a split second. He launched himself in the direction of the shooters location but with no success. The snake had escaped.
A few hours later, after the incident, his superior made contact again with Max. Bad news travels fast. Max was told to only listen, what to do, when to do it and what not to do. The time table for his assignment was being moved up as a top priority.
He had to detach himself from the murder victim and the killer. It was time to focus on the task at hand. The man at the other end of the phone rambled on.
After a few days of laying low in a locale hotel room it was time for Max to move into action, to implement his orders, which we understand to have come from, been initiated by, facilitated or channeled to him from the very top of the organization at lightning speed. His instructions are for Max
to find Bulleto, create a distraction, invent a diversion or lore to draw the adversary away from the village. He had explicit orders to “neutralize” the situation.
Bullleto, (a fictitious name), was a former member of our cause who has gone sour. It is speculated that his real name is Percival but that is a story for another day. He no longer plays well with others. Some of his demonic behavior is directly attributable to a narrow vision of the world with his parochial upbringing, a limited education, a diet consisting purely of sodas, alcohol, opioids and hallucinogenic mushrooms. We might add for the sake of full disclosure, that he has always had a propensity to hang out with equally shallow minded characters and unsavory criminal types.
He is now a key political operative who holds extraordinary power and influence in the community. He is affiliated with the opposition party, who love, honor and respect his every wish and desire. He lives and works at this time in Cinnes. By working I mean working against us for his own glory and self serving interests with cosmic levels of demonstrably evil intent. His vile actions in recent times have been proportionally out of alignment with what you could call normal in a civilized world. region., You could say the frequently of violence and murders have exponentially grown like weeds since he moved in. His contemptuous nature is on display at every turn in the road and at every opportunity afforded him, he leaves a trail of death and destruction behind where ever he goes. Not a nice person by any stretch.
Max was charged with the task of protecting the name of the agency and their agenda.
Bulleto is someone who is intent on exposing certain distasteful elements of his former fellow agency members and their organization; elements that are fallacious lies and false allegations, inventions, conjuringes of a mad man that could prove to be an embarrassment to them and the agency somewhere down the line.
Ms. Trible was ordered to meet up with Max within a day or two to share with him the contents of the envelope given to her when they first met at the Inn. It contains the details on how to bring down Bulleto. Meanwhile, Max will go back to laying low in his room. He must not risk another sniper attack.
Late in the day one afternoon, it was a few days after Father John was shot, Max called the hotel front desk to place an order for a young woman from the village to be sent up to his hotel room simply for amusement. People in the region were always looking for ways to make a living and call girls were reasonably priced and readily available for such services.
Ann, his special delivery, arrived quickly after the call was placed. She was a pretty thin blonde with bright red lipstick on and entirely too much make up piled up on her face like a birthday cake. Max asked her politely to take a shower to remove it. He was not interested in her make up. He had other things in mind. Life is good in Cinnes.
Trindle and her letter arrived early the next morning. She and Max decided to take another room on the same floor so as not to disturb Ann, who was still in bed sleeping. She had had a busy night. The poor girl needed her rest. The older woman and he got right down to business on how to deal with Bulleto in quick fashion. He would not die of natural causes. The blueprint of his demise was laid out quite eloquently, clearly and with great specificity that was a marvel to read. They would methodically follow every step in the equation to get the job done. Business is business. Max had never met the man in person but was fully conversant on his reputation and behavior. It was a sorted past and nasty behavior. Max felt like he knew him intimately.
They would have to pay a visit to Father Munch to inform him of the untimely death of Father John and to find out from him the whereabouts of Bulleto. Max had to return to his original location soon to finish up his last assignment details and file related reports.
Father Munch was saddened and shocked to hear about John. There was not much more they could say on the subject or to do about the tragic event to soften the impact it was obviously having on the elderly priest. They could not shed more light on the mystery without compromising the mission and their true identities.
Mary Trindle and Max 8 decided at the last minute to go rogue from the agency. They would not follow the instructions or orders given to them by their superiors. They would not just take down Bulleto but him along with his entire demonic crew. They owed Agent John and Father Munch as much. It would be a long and arduous job to figure out who shot John so they will exterminate the entire nest of villains to cover all the bases.
Bulleto was at the casino north of the village playing cards in a back room with four of his business associates. Grenades and some AK-47 action should do the trick. Max will not miss his targets but he will miss Cinnes.
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