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SuperCougar
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Birthday: 3/9/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: Fighting crime!
Expertise: Fighting crime!
Occupation: Crime fighter
Industry: Crime
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4/12/2003
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| I awoke with a dim light in a corner of a room with drops of water falling on my head. I tried to get up, but I couldn't move my limbs. Where was I? This wasn't my house. Oh, that's right. Germany. The kidnapping. The woman with the blue eyes. The trap! What did they want with me, and why had they gone through the trouble of getting me here.
"Ah, you're awake," said Martin. "I'd like you to meet Kirsten, my lovely partner-in-crime who so brilliantly fooled you at the museum. You are probably wondering why you are here, let me explain. There are powers at work that you could never imagine, ones that stand to benefit those that understand and comprehend them. That is why we need the Harappan book. It is an account of the ancient world and how they destroyed themselves with a power that they could not control. It is a power that has been dormant for millennia, a power that I intend to use. Now, you may be wondering where you fit in to all of this. Well, your job is actually quite simple. You have a gift, a gift that our organization has been following for centuries ever since we discovered about this power. You, my friend, have the ability to read this book and translate it for us. Now, don't look so shocked, you knew you've had this gift all along."
What did he mean? I knew I was different, but what gift? My incredible stupidity for falling for HER and then falling into this trap? "Oh, don't worry about Sasha, she was working for us without her knowledge. She was, however, an imperfect being and could not do what we needed to do and would not bring you to us. She left you to try to destroy your value to us and to keep you safe, but we were able to work with that to bring you here." So she did care about me, maybe I wasn't such a fool after all. "Ah, the fool thinks all will be well now that this woman has not betrayed him," chirped Kirsten. "Don't worry, he has more to worry about than his lady friend," retorted Martin. "Now, this gift that you have, we just have to find a way to release it and let you realize your potential. Do not worry, we have it all planned out."
Planned out? Gift? Sasha? What was going on in my life? Was anything I did mine, or was it all a manipulation by forces beyond my control. I had to figure a way out of this trap. Think, dummy, think. You've solved mysteries, you can solve this puzzle too. Sasha! You were thinking of me when you left. You silly girl, why didn't you tell me, we'd have worked it out. Sasha! Will I ever see you again? I must get out of here and get this power away from these madmen. I have to keep the world safe... safe for Sasha. Oh, you did all those things to me to keep me safe. Why? "Phase IV will commence in two days," I overhead Martin tell Kirsten, "we will soon have our translation and have more power than we know how to handle." "I can't wait," cooed Kirsten, "till the day when we can be together as king and queen, my strong, handsome Martin." "Now, back to business." I looked frantically for a way out as they walked towards me when suddenly a rag came in front of my face and things went black...
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| I awoke with a startled look upon my face. Where was I? Why wasn't I in my own bed? Why did I hear an accordion playing outside? Then it hit me. Germany. The Jade Foot. The mystery man. I quickly got ready to go outside and renew my search. If only I could redeem myself. I was slipping. What had happened to me? Why was I in Germany on such a whim? A TV commercial of all things, a TV commercial...
Things had been different. I had been a celebrated hero, with more than one parade down the Canyon of Heroes. This was no Hideki Irabu along for the ride, this was the real deal. My life had been perfect in every way, until I met her. She turned my life upside down. It was such a coincidence too. There I was, on a case, when she decided to walk into my life. I don't know what it was, maybe it was the adrenaline rush of being THE MAN, maybe it was the risk taker in me rising to the surface, suppressed after all the years of carefully planning out my life. Maybe it was fate. But there she stood, with her piercing gaze that stripped away all defense mechanisms and left me open. Maybe I should have ignored her. Maybe... But maybe is a word that people who feel sorry for themselves use. Damnit, I knew what I was getting myself into. But she... she changed my life. I went from hero to zero faster than a Kei Igawa fastball going into the bleacher seats at Yankee Stadium. I lost it, I lost my senses, I lost it all. Over her. And now I am in Germany, on a whim... an impulse... a gamble. Yes, she brought out the gambler in me, and I lost.
"Hey Buddy, are you out of our mind?" English, in Germany? "Sorry," I said to the man I had knocked over, "I was lost in my thoughts. I hope i didn't hurt you." "Hey, I recognize you, from the papers. You're that detective guy, aren't you?" My heart sank. I was no longer that detective, I was just a shell of my old self. The road warrior at the end of his career. The athlete who just couldn't put down the bat. "Yes, that was me. Erm, is me. I'm sorry, its just been a tough road for me since that incident." "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. Why don't you come with me to the cafe, you look like you could use a coffee." I decided to go with the man. A part of me wanted to live up to his picture of me, another part wanted to remember her...
As I sat with Martin at the cafe, I began to wonder where I should begin my search when all of a sudden a woman sat down at our table and started talking to Martin. At first, I thought nothing of it until I saw here eyes. Her piercing blue eyes... Wait, I recognize those eyes. Who was it? Where had I seen them before? It wasn't at the museum, was it? Wait. Yes, it was. Those eyes, the ones behind the mask. In the light. But how could it be? "Ah, Martin, it looks like he has finally recognized me. I was wondering how long it would take. Your plan worked perfectly. We have him, we can now go on to Phase III." Have me? Oh, my god, I should have seen it coming. The person at the museum next to me, following me around, following me home... the broadcast on Germany... was it a setup too? How could I have fallen into such a primitive trap? Oh, she had really done it to me. My old self would have never been here, but she... why did she have to come into my life..
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| "... and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get the result for which you are looking," said the instructor. "Please hand in all evaluations and any other comments to the administrators by the door." With those words ringing in my ears, I left the conference. I still couldn't get the events of the last few days out of my head. What did they want? Why did I have to be involved? How could I fix it?
I reached home and put on the television, to drown out my thoughts. "... if you want to BE the best, you have to GET the best..." droned on the TV. What did they want with an old book from a museum? Surely that book could have no use to them, its a testament to the Harappan society and a treasure, but not much else. "... and because of the strike, there will be a shortage of lederhosen for the annual festival in Weimar..." OF COURSE, THAT'S IT. That is what I found on the ground. What would people with lederhosen want with an ancient book? And were they in Germany? In Weimar? I took a chance and got myself a flight to Berlin. I decided that the Deutschebahn service to Weimar would have to do, since I could not get a flight there.
As the flight took off, I began to recall the events that had led me to seat 36C. It all started with a research project on the Harappan society and city planning. I had gone to the museum to see the exhibits and to get a first-hand view of the treasures they had created. All of a sudden, the lights had gone off and there was a crash. I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure running away with the ancient text, still untranslated, in his right hand. I remember the cold stare of those blue eyes as he dashed through a shaft of light that had penetrated from the skylight as he mockingly looked back at us. I didn't see his face, but the cold hatred in the eyes... I was not likely to forget that in a decade.
Naturally, it had fallen upon me to take up the case. There was little interest in an untranslated text, especially with the big events that were coming to our area. The police were overworked, and I was the last line of defense. I snapped back to the present with a lurch as my train stopped in Weimar. "Danke," I said to the conductor as I disembarked. I walked slowly down the streets, looking for my hotel, when it suddenly struck me. I had no lead, I had no hope of finding the book, and I had just flown all the way to Germany based on a news report and a piece of leather. Was I losing all my senses? What kind of detective was I? I shook my head as I found my hotel, and went to my room.
The night did not bring me any comfort, as the specter of failure stared at me in the face. There I was, a washed up detective, in a foreign country with no lead and just a look to help me. Why Weimar? What could possibly have happened here? And why do I feel like I'm in the right place? The questions brought little comfort to my tormented mind. I could not bare the thought of failure any longer. I decided that I might as well walk around the city when I awoke the next day and take my chances. Funny, whats another chance when you've flown all the way here on a TV news report...
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| SuperCougar takes a quiz
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Northeast Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak. | | Philadelphia | | | The Inland North | | | The Midland | | | The South | | | Boston | | | The West | | | North Central | | What American accent do you have?
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| SuperCougar's Day Out
I decided to go see what working people do, so I went to an office building to have a look around. I decided to look in the different rooms to see what they are like, when I entered a room called the Electical Closet. I went in and the door got locked behind me. It was dark in there! There was no light, and I couldn't see anything. How do people work in such conditions. I had ample time to ponder over this strange dilemma, noting that there must be a valid business strategy in place for this room. All of a sudden, the door opened and Jimmy said "Hey, what the heck are you doing in here? Get out, you bum, before I call the cops. You're lucky I'm here now, my shift starts at 8 PM and I don't usually check the closet till 10 PM when everyone has left." I apologized, showed him my visitor's pass, and left. As I was going out, I heard the strangest sounds. It was someone singing opera. A rich, baritone voice filled the air and reverberated around me as I left. The few people still around listened and applauded. I then proceeded to ask the guy why he wasted his life and wasn't singing in Carnegie hall. He kicked me in the groin and told me to mind my own business. I limped out, marveling at the acoustic properties of the office building, and wondered who the mystery baritone was. As I left the building, enamoured by my day at an office, I failed to notice that I had walked into the street. Suddenly, I heard screeching tires as a car narrowly missed me and slammed into a tree. "You better run, buddy," a voice said, "before I get my crowbar and use your head as a replacement wheel." With those words of wisdom, I ran.
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