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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing ~~Unknown Latest Revision 2008.3.22

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"The Butterfly Effect ... encapsulates the more technical notion of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory." --Wikipedia. She stepped out of the warmth of the Greyhound bus into the frigid Ottawa air wrapping her white wool scarf more tightly around her neck, adjusting her sheep skin gloves, and tying the straps of her rabbit fur hat under her chin. Her waist length

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"Rani, get ready. Joel's here and you have to go." Rani looked up to see her Uncle standing in the doorway. "What for?" "You have some work to do together, an article to write. He'll explain it to you." "Can't we work here?" "No, I have a meeting here tonight. You'll have to go to his place." She really didn't like Joel. He was rude and arrogant. The less time spent with him, the better.

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He followed the bulky lumbering form discreetly through the streets. Carefully keeping out of sight. Disappearing into the nooks and crannies of the night as Joel made his way to the man who was paying him. They met in an alley, standing hidden behind some crates. He crawled forward on his stomach and hid between the crates stacked up high against the wall. He needed to hear the whispered

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"Hi Jay, What's up?" "I just spoke to your Uncle. There's a meeting tonight he'd like you to attend." Rani groaned to herself. As if I haven't got enough to do. "I'm busy. I have too much school work. Tell him, I'm sorry I can't make it." "It's urgent." "Jay, It's going to take me at least an hour and half to get there, and the same to come back. I have early classes tomorrow!" "I'm coming

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Eileen leaned back leisurely against the wall, snuggled up to the young man with wavy light brown hair, beside her. The table in the center of the room seemed so far away and was a brilliant green against the gray backdrop of the wall. The green slowly melted into the gray, turning orange. Soft flower patterns emerged out of the wall only to flow together into a river toward the floor.

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"Pain forces even the innocent to lie" --Publilius Syrus (1st century B.C.), Roman writer of mimes. His comments on torture. The driver tucked the black limousine discreetly around the corner of the hall, on a side street. The Weasel and two others were seated comfortably in the back. The Weasel proceeded to lay out the game plan. "Our friend is going to walk out with him and keep him

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He slid his little blue VW Bug into the icy parking spot beside the black stretch limo. It was 4:00 AM and a quick scan showed the darkened lot was deserted. The lights in this area of the lot were all out. The uniformed driver stepped out of the limo and held the back door open for him, gesturing him discreetly inside. He checked the time quickly on his wrist watch before getting in. He had to

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DAY ONE. The prison gates clanked loudly behind her as she pulled opened the heavy exterior door. Without the fence with the razor wire on top, the building could have passed for a college campus. However, this campus population consisted of rapists, murderers, pedophiles, etc. instead of students. Hard core violent offenders. The Ministry of Corrections had eased her into the process

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"What happened? How did they react?" The Weasel leaned forward staring at the CO intently. "I hope the news is good?" The CO stepped into the limo, saying "The brass determined that she was innocent and that her Uncle had no reason to be involved in the escapes." They were parked in the same location as before, but this time the CO was casually dressed in blue jeans and a thick long sleeved

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Believe Nothing Of What You Hear And Half Of What You See" -- A Journalists' Motto From The Movie, Crusader, starring Michael York. "I want this investigated immediately! Who was involved and what was Rani's role? How did this happen?" Lal demanded as he tossed the picture angrily across the room. "Jyoti check to see if Rani has any identifying marks that could show that this picture isn't

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"Tit for Tat" is the law of the brute of unregenerate man." -- Mahatma Ghandi _______________________________ The Weasel sat comfortably in his armchair, short legs stretched out, bulging eyes gazing cooly at his wife sitting on the couch across from him. "Tit for Tat is the game plan. No rules. We go after Rani, ruin her, and whenever he, or anyone else tries to help her or protect her, we

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There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface. --Dexter, TV Show __________________________________________ It was yet another dreary Vancouver winter day. Overcast, mild, misty rain. The greenery reminiscent of the imagery in the song, McArthur's Park. Rani had returned to

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"Uncle Lal, I just don't understand what's going on. I think Intelligence is targeting me!" "Why would they do that Rani! Who do you think you are?" Lal responded laughing, but with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm nobody!" Rani responded seriously. "It doesn't make sense. They have no reason to go after me. I was involved with your organization for a very short time, never played any

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"At least he accepts me for who I am and doesn't judge me!" Eileen retorted stubbornly. "We just don't know him, Eileen. That's why we're concerned." Eileen's mother responded patiently. "Why don't you invite him to the summer house in the Eastern Townships next week. We can spend some time together and get to know him a little better." The relief showed on Eileen's face. A storm averted. She

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Part 3. Chapter 1. In Progress. Rani sighed as she studied the company web page. Well, that was a name out of the past. Ratman? She though to herself. The name was so familiar. Her mind drifted back 20 years, to her University Library days... . That was it! A woman had approached her at her desk in the staff only area of the library one day. She hadn't recognized her, but assumed that

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4-1. The Puppet Master. New Chapter In Process. Joshua couldn't believe his ears. "Are you serious?" he said to the caller at the other end of the phone. "Yes, they're going to announce it today. I didn't believe it myself so I went to speak to the Minister of Public Safety. She confirmed it." "Isn't she worried about the Jewish reaction. You did mention that to her, didn't you?" Joshua was

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"Oh, My God, it's him!" Rani's eyes had drifted across the street from where she was sitting with her daughter, Rita. Rita had taken a little time out of her intense schedule of work and school to visit her. She was a Psychology student at McGill University in Montreal, one of the top universities in Canada. McGill was a tough school where good marks didn't come easy but Rita was up for the

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Rani sat comfortably and relaxed in the modest boardroom of the Agency. Across the table from her, a pleasant, slender, somewhat attractive, middle-aged man was focused on her resume. At least she thought he was middle-aged (whatever that meant these days). He could have been anywhere from his 30s to mid-40s. Europeans seemed to age differently than North Americans, she thought to herself.

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Rani had been inextricably bound to the Weasel for over 30 years, despite her many efforts to free herself from his delusional obsessions, harrassment, and stalking. If he had been poor and unconnected he would have been in jail or a mental institution by now. His wealth and connections had protected him from facing the consequences of his actions. In fact, her experience with him had shown

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Rani lay on the couch, looking at the pictures of her children. She was so proud of both of them her heart felt like it was going to burst. What and who they had become, despite the hardships and difficulties the three of them had faced over the years. She didn't mean politics, she didn't care about that and hadn't for 30 years. They had integrity, strength, independence and a toughness to them

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Dotty met Carl at the door, eyes questioning. "Don't worry, we've worked it out." he said. "What are you going to do?" Dotty asked. "We're going to set up an alliance with the AIPAC-N. They have some influential Kahane Chai people who are members. We'll use this alliance to set ourselves and other wealthy Kahani Chai people as big investors in critical multinational companies. Our investments

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