The Shadow Problem Again.

Back home in Cekkoland, though, there was another plan, but Shad was none the wiser about it. Stories as told from a Carib-Jamericanian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; poetry, nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. So

“We must do something about this Shadow problem,” they’d said, to one of them near the bed in the far end, ‘and fast.’ So, they went into the lab again, to finish the task. Or more like, he was sent in, yes. Smokey was sent into the lab to do the job, and out came the new and exciting BDV. Who was he? And, and, who was the “we” of whom they spoke, there? Good question, with answers to hear, yes man.

The king would have summoned yet another assembly. It had taken the Shadow man way too long to get the job done by, as said, me, no?

“Oh! You mean…?”

No, but… The king’s patience was wearing thin on that one. The last time he’d ventured into checking up on Shad. He did not like what he saw. He wasn’t very happy to be glad, because, instead of getting closer to finding them and bringing the Genodes home. Shad was found to be there experimenting with some strange ideas, and carrying on with the wrong gnome, which seemed to the king and his advisors at the time, to be running quite contrary to the norm.

As well as going against everything needed to accomplish the task at hand. The real kingdom’s task, yes, that one. Even after all that time, Shad had not gotten his hands onto more than just a tiny portion of the pellets. And even those were then scattered abroad again, by way of the experiment he was found to be there fiddling around with, furthermore, according to the king’s views of things from behind those kingdom doors.

He was also found to be getting himself drawn way too deeply in with humanoid kinds, to be of optimal use to the kingdom and to the task at hand, anymore. There were a lot more of such things too, according to the reports that were to come running into them from you. It didn’t take them very long this time, to decide to pull him out and recall him home. So, Smokey was given the green light to go and “make ready” the next agent in line for deployment into service that night. He promptly went and did just that, but then came this…

“What? The fight?”

“No, he was protecting his fist, that’s right.”

“Oh! Yes, you’re right, but…”

Smokey would have seen this as his chance at re-establishing contact with his extra-secretive “toad” agent. The one whom he had not heard a word from in ages, like, since his deployment. Well, not quite. But that was how it was beginning to look and be seen to his longing eyes at night, that’s what we all meant you see, that’s right.

What do you know about traitors and why they do what they do? Love, probably? Even in the Cekkoland ways of looking at such things and viewing you and me? Well, maybe.

The Shad problem was exhausting the resources, and seemingly, not producing the desired results as they’d wanted. So, they had to come up with fresh ideas. That’s how the Shadow man was to get pulled out of combat, and a new agent got sent out in his place. The agents were never alone, although none of them ever knew that fact. But

Here we go again…. If it wasn’t for the bad types, (of luck, that is.) Hadn’t it been for this type, there would have been none for him to write home about that night. Because they were to show up there again, while the Shadow man was still wandering around in the wilderness — my friends.

They had to shoot him unconscious, because. At the time, they were unsure if he would have been able to survive the journey home to the kingdom on the ride with them, and fast. This was based on the condition he was found in at the time and the probable cause. Like, the fight he would have been likely to put up if he was not going to be a willing participant in the operations, and the flying.

He’d degenerated from being the sharp and capable agent who was sent out to do a high-stakes task. Based mainly upon the confidence that the kingdom had placed in those, of course, yes, his several abilities were desired over yours. Who had asked? However, who, or more like, “what.” What he has become as of late, and the state he was found to be in at that time, and place. Begged a lot of questions as to whether he would have been able to pull it off.

On this approach, Shad saw them coming in and took note, yes. He was readying himself to go out and toast his longtime friends from the dominion. He tilted his head backward and looked up through the leafy canopy of the trees in the forest, where he was at the time. Seated idly by, looking up at them, and crying. He knew who they were, the prison bust was still fresh in his mind as it occurred. However, he had no idea why they would have been coming back around these parts so soon again, this time. Relatively speaking this is from within, his chimes.

He was not afraid, but he should have been. If only he’d known what it was that was about to strike him squarely, in the very heart of his pain. The most painful spot of them all, yes. For him, for all of them, those Cekko people, again. The Cekko people may be the kind of people who majored in the dying thing. Or more like the not-dying thing, yes. Their pain tolerance level is the wonder of every other kind of people throughout the whole universe, and beyond.

But the same is true of the nature of the pain they often have to go through and endure, without medications. How was Shad supposed to know that this was his day to face that most dreaded of all the Cekko vices? Off the girls? He was out cold and foaming at the mouth before he knew what it was that had hit him, away from the worldly house. Just one shot from one of those lightning bolts was all that was needed for the job. The jolt of medicine out of them, you know, and then comes the sobs.

A special type of lightning bolt load of saline was what they’d given to him, I mean. The type that was not designed to kill and destroy the man. Even though he was a super-agent from over there in Cekkoland, as he was known. But to render him incapacitated to the extent that he would have been out of it enough to be cooperative under their hands. Malleable even, as a clown, I mean, even as a toy. So now he’s back, and, oh boy…

To be continued.

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Just an excerpt from my book called “New Hiking Trail Cast Shadow on the Tattooed.” A Novel: Real Inky Trails Series.

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