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Project Aladdin Journal 05-22-2002


Everyone, sorry about yesterday's post. I am no longer in the custody of the police. You were right, I hit the send key, because I didn't know how much longer I had. The building was stormed. First there were loud noises, then gunshots. Loud ones, from the officers, and then softer ones, like small firecrackers.

The police threw me to the ground and turned over furniture to use as barricades. I couldn't see who was coming in, an officer was on my back, holding me down. Trying to protect me I guess. Then the shooting was all around me. Clouds of white smoke billowed into the room and my eyes started to burn, my throat felt like it was on fire. I heard one of the officers choke "teargas."

Moments later the shots stopped and two men grabbed me and pulled me to my feet and out of the room. My eyes were too swollen to see straight, but they weren't speaking english. Their heads were covered by gas masks. They were carrying some kind of sub-machine gun, I don't know what kind. The police we passed on the way out didn't seem to be alive.

When we got to the street, the sunshine hurt my eyes, but the fresh air was wonderful. The men hurried me towards a suburban. We were almos there when a minivan across the street opened up and four people in leather jackets spilled out. They were firing silenced pistols as they came. Three of the masked men went down before the rest responded. It was then I noticed a fifth person in the minivan, with a rifle and a scope. The masked combatants took cover while the others crossed the street and grabbed me. I would have run, but I was throwing up in the gutter. That gas is not pleasant.

They drug me to the minivan and tossed me inside, climbing inside immediately after. One of them tossed two small objects towards the suburban before slamming the door shut. As we peeled out I heard a small explosion, followed by a larger one. As my eyes cleared I noticed one of the men in leather was a woman with curly brown hair. She looked at me with tired brown eyes and grimaced.

"Pleased to meet you, Patrick. I'm Gabrielle."

At that point I passed out.

When I came to I was on an old couch in a dark room. The same woman who called herself Gabrielle was sitting in the corner, working at my computer.

"That doesn't belong to you," I managed to croak. My throat felt like it was full of sandpaper.

She glanced at me, "I know, sorry about that. I got your message. Barely in time too, my former employers decided that your message was just a little too provocative."

"Do you really work for Mossad?"

Gabrielle shrugged, "Does it matter? Does it matter who I work for?"

I sat up slowly, shaking my head, "Not really, I guess. Is Meaghan still alive?"

"I think so," she answered, "And with what you have on your hard-drive I think we can get her back."

"That's good. When can that happen?"

"Soon. There's a catch, though. I may need your help."

I swallowed slowly, "My help?"

"Yeah. My boss still wants you. He's sent me a message, offering the same deal. You for Meaghan."

"You're not planning to agree."

Gabrielle smiled evilly, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. It's more important just now that she live than you, for reasons that don't matter."

"I have to have children, or none of this will happen."

I was beginning to worry.

"True, but Christine hasn't mentioned how, exactly that happens. Technically, you could donate some sperm. Someone else could be the mother, even if you are, regrettably, dead. Maybe even me, who knows?"

I couldn't say anything, so I didn't. Gabrielle sighed and stood up.

"I have what I need. I'll start making the preparations. Feel free to e-mail your friends, or Christine. It won't help you anyway. Try not to think of this as a deal, think of it as herroism."

Then she walked out.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I think things have gotten worse.


Project Aladdin Journal 05-22-2002


SoundByte here, Patrick.

Obviously since whatever made you a father hasn't happened yet, you must survive for quite some time to come, AND be known to your descendants. So what Gabrielle says isn't consistent with the next 80 years' timeline working out as it should. (I suspect she doesn't believe you really are talking to the future.)

What's more, didn't Christine tell you that her records show you go on and become a minister as you'd planned to? Obviously nothing too terrible can happen to you now, or that timeline can't come to pass. Your job now is to make sure nothing happens either to you or to Meaghan. I don't think you can do that by just going along with the plan. Your job now is to find out as much as you can about who Gabrielle is, who her nominal bosses are, and what their interest is in what you sent forward.

And get control of your own computer again. Maybe Christine can help. It's in her interest now to guide you out of this mess.

Good luck.
SB