Jack Kuze ( M C SPY) by A. Richardson©2005-2007

This tale was first written as a drama many years ago in the hey-day of my youth. It's content has changed slightly, artist's license being what it is, or should be...You could think he's an undercover cop, but he hates the police. You might even think he's a spy, but he holds no allegiance to the country of his birth, nor indeed to any other. Jack is a man of the silent majority. His family have been destroyed, his happiness lost in the mists of time, his body scarred by the tortures he has received from killers who'd rather keep him alive and discredit him, in order to get away with the biggest crime the world has ever known, while he suffers in the knowing of it.Jack no longer uses his real name. It's too dangerous to do so. His life is now dedicated to preventing world wide destruction and terrorism of the most incidious sort, beyond the understanding of decent people everywhere. He has chosen his name well, Jack Kuze.

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Chapter One - Red

The first time he woke up, briefly, around 4 a.m. was one of those moments when you're not even sure you are awake. The second time broke into his sleep with a cold feeling on the side of his neck. He didn't open his eyes, or change his breathing for a few seconds, to give himself time to concentrate. It wasn't the first time Jack had felt a gun against his skin, but this was certanly the first time anyone had found his new home, especially since he'd since he'd become more safety conscious, and had moved to a secret location. As luck would have it, Jack's arm was hanging over the edge of the bed. It took but a moment to yank the bedside rug hard enough to unbalance his attacker. With a yell of triumph Jack grabbed his assailant's arm forcing the man to drop the gun onto the floor. Twisting the man's arm behind him, Jack kicked the gun under the bed. He knew instinctively that this was a man he could handle without a gun. Jack had learned the hard way. Show no mercy to these killers or you'd be dead. There would be no second chance. Without a second thought he smashed the bedside carriage clock across the man's hand. The crunch of bone breaking, followed instantly by screaming, was all Jack needed to know. His attacker should now be scared enough to answer a few questions.

"Who sent you and why". The man remained still with obstinacy written all over his face. Jack grabbed the man's hair, yanking him backwards across the ladder back chair which now lay on its side next to the bed. Still holding his hair Jack raised his fist to the man's face. "Last time I ask," he growled as he took his fist back prior to slamming the man straight on the nose. A cracking sound, followed by blodd seeping down the man's face did the trick. The man, slurring his words, replied, " Boss, AmaTech, told to eliminate you. Don't know why". Jack was experienced enough to tell that this was as much as the man did know other than maybe a few minor details which were of no, or little account. He found some old rope in his cupboard which would do for tying the man up, along with a hanky to gag him. This done, he dragged the man outside, and stopping by his car, he told the man to get in. Reluctantly the man did so. Jack started the car after securing his captive to the metal rung at the base of the passenger seat, and checking the man's pockets, where finding a mobile 'phone which he threw as far away as possible , he found himself driving with his brain in a whirl. The problem now seemed to be, not what to do with this man, but what to do about his own living accomodation, since it was no longer secure. As he drove he spoke only once to ask this question, "Where is the centre". After a long pause he had the reply he needed, " Its underground at a place called Gwainisgor, don't know any more than that, just heard the name, but I've never been there. What are you going to do with me?". "Me? Nothing. When I let you go you won't last five minutes, and you know it. They don't like failures or talkers in your company." While he'd been talking Jack had entered the name into his Sat Nav to gain the result that Gwainisgor was on the hills in North Wales. He needed time to find it, and set a plan into action. With this in mind he told his passenger, "When we get out into the country I'll let you out. Should take you a while to get help and a lift."

Some two hours later in the mountains near Machynlleth Jack deposited his captive on the side of a forestry track. " Aw don't dump me here, I'll never even get a lift". "Now isn't that tough, keep you busy getting home though won't it", replied Jack, who then drove away without a backward look.

After a quick stop for food and drink Jack drove up to the village . He had already realised that this was where he'd find what he'd spent the last two years trying to find. All he needed to do was locate the exact spot. "It's got to be somewhere like an old disused war time bunker", he muttered to himself, as he stopped the car on a hilltop, getting out to have a look around. One thing that did catch his eye was a large Radio antennae and near it an electricity transformer. "Okay, let's start there". So, he parked the car as close as he could get to them, but not too near, because of the house that stood tucked in the trees not far from the track that led to where he was heading. A brisk walk took him right near the electricity poles, where he stopped to survey his surroundings. What started as a puzzled look, turned into a knowing grin, when he saw two heavy duty generators. "Well now, would you believe it, there's enough power in those two to keep a couple of large towns going. Looks like I've hit pay dirt. Now for the entrance, it's got to be here somewhere". At this very moment he heard the sound of a car, or possibly more than one. Jack quickly ducked behind some large boulders out of sight of the track, but near enough to hear any reasonably loud sounds. Using the bracken and few bushes to keep himself hidden, he peeked out as the cars drew near. Two large black cars, with dark tinted windows which prevented him from seeing who was in them, were heading towards him. He bent down out of sight, keeping quite still while they passed. He watched four black suited men get out of each car. Two of the men, one at the front of the group and one at the rear were carrying weapons. The group disappeared to the sound of whirring when an opening appeared at ground level. Jack decided to wait rather than investigate the entrance just in case the men re-appeared too soon.

There's a tingly kind of feeling you get when you think you are being watched, well you do if you are as experienced as Kack with this sort of thing, and that feeling was creeping up on Jack now, particularly since looking about he couldn't see any obvious signs of cameras, but the feeling remained and it made him uneasy. His many years of experience living his secret life coupled with his previous government work had taught him a lot, and patience was one attribute he had plenty of, especially when it brought him nearer to his goal of catching and destroying the criminals who had not only destroyed his family, but who were also bringing absolute destruction upon millions of people by removing their cognitive freedom. So, Jack sat, leaning against the rock, getting cold, and in need of a hot drink. However, he didn't have too long to wait. The whirring sounded again, then voices could be heard, speaking quietly. Jack carefully looked out from his hiding place to count the number of men returning to the cars. They were all there, he found, but before they got into the cars he overheard one say, " Boss says we can switch the transmission on tomorrow". A mumbled and unintelligible response was made as the men slammed their cars doors and drove off. Still feeling like he was being watched Jack waited, and waited just that little bit extra long, just in case. I fact it was an hour later before he left his hiding place to find the entrance the men had used. It looked like medium sized manhole cover, but Jack knew within seconds of seeing it what he'd found. He took a good while to search for the method of entry, an unlocking facility triggered by sonic beam, but Jack was a expert in these matters, much like a locksmith used to be, consequently he had the entrance open pretty quickly once he'd worked out what it was. One open he could see stairs leading downwards. The passage was illuminated just enough to prevent anyone from falling, but not brightly, bright lights might of course be visible by an accidental observer when the netrance was open, and this was a covert operation of some type.

This is one important link which will give my readers an insight into the theme behind this Waggy Tale. Read and Believe. There's been a lot about psychophysical Mind Control on the Discovery Channel and many links are on U-tube at the moment. It's a very scary thought, isn't it....... CLICK HERE RE: MIND CONTROL

When you have read the completed story Kack Kuze, please take a long look at the implications regarding Modern Technology and Cognitive Freedom, Neurotechnology, and our human rights to freedom of thought as well as freedom from intrusive mind infringements. In the same way as nuclear power could be used for good or evil, so can many of our other modern developments. Man has a nasty habit of doing things the wrong way until forced to set things right, or, indeed until it is too late.

This excerpt has not been verified by me, but I found it written elsewhere and decided that its content was so disconcerting I've put it here for you to give some thought to. I do feel that this is exactly the way societies around the world seem to be moving...

Here is the 1974 Congressional Testimony of Yale University Neuropsychiatrist, Dr Jose Delgado, as it was transcribed in the February 24, 1974 " Statement of the Meetings of the American Congress " edition, number 26, vol. 118:
"We need a program of psychosurgery for political control of our society. The purpose is physical control of the mind. Everyone who deviates from the given norm can be surgically mutilated. The individual may think that the most important reality is his own existence, but this is only his personal point of view. This lacks historical perspective. Man does not have the right to develop his own mind. This kind of liberal orientation has great appeal. We must electrically control the brain. Some day armies and generals will be controlled by electric stimulation of the brain." Dr. Jose M.R. Delgado Director of Neuropsychiatry Yale University Medical School , Author of "Physical Control of the Mind", 1969

To be Continued asap.....Hang in there!!!!!! A thought for the early hours. Better to read my creepy tales awake, than to have nightmares asleep! Waken with Waggy Tales....