The Great Move – Finale

I apologize for not keeping you up to date with our struggle. It had been my hope, of course, to tell those of the past about the future that could happen and that is happening now.

At lot has happened and if I read the calendar correctly, it is almost time for a new year to come upon us. I can only hope that the upcoming year will find us in a better position than where we are now.

I said a few months ago that our location had been compromised and that we were packing up and leaving. Well, that information has been confirmed; we have found another, more secure location in which to build our resistance.

While I’m quite happy with this change of venue, I can not help but think that more of us should be going. I found a new word from your time – gestapo – from your ancient history and I think that clears up the raids and shake downs we have here.

This move will hopefully allow me to communicate more effectively. Since I was taken, I don’t seem to be the same anymore. They tried to break me, but they didn’t.

Or did they?

For a long time, I wasn’t sure. Hell, I’m still not sure, but for some reason, now I feel that things may possibly get better. At least, I hope.

The Great Move 2

It all started a few months ago.

A spy was in our mist and gave up our secrets to the organization. I was captured during the summer and taken to one of the camps. I was tortured for information; in fact, I’m very lucky to be alive. They don’t just ask questions in the camps – they will do everything in their power to break you.

But I did not break.

Our members continued to disappear and finally, the decision to move was made. We have scouts that go out in order to find a place where we won’t be found, but since finding our spy, our work has been made difficult. They know where we are most of the times. It’s a haunting feeling that you can’t imagine. I’ve always been a bit paranoid, but now it seems I look over my shoulder every minute, every second.

This place is going to destroy us, the world is collasping in on itself – moving is the only recourse, but where can we go that will be bring sunshine to the darkness?

Can anyone escape the hell they find themselves in?

The Great Move

You’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted in a few months. The reason is simple – I’m moving. That is to say, that we – as the resistance – are getting out of here.

As you may remember, we had a spy within our midst. That alone was a reason for us to move our headquarters, but there is also the state of our nation. I thought things may have slowed, enough to just to have some downtime, but its much worse than I ever could have imagined.

Vacation

In the before times, there were vacations.

Everyone took them – children, adults, bosses, employees…everyone. It was a standard thing for someone to go off to another part of the city or even the world and no one would bat an eye.

That was in the before times.

One of our members decided to take a ‘vacation’ toward the end of the last month. It wasn’t anything that should be suspicious. His family was still intact and they had been doing some covert assignments for us. So of course, he wanted a break. We tried to tell him it was a bad thing; that there was no where any of us could go without being found.

Life is not like the before times.

Since my return, this member has not been seen again, nor has his family. The word ‘vacation’ has suddenly taken on a dull pallor that we knew would come, just perhaps not so soon. It’s disturbing to me, it truly is, how far we have fallen from what we were.

We have reached the bottom and the top is too far to reach now.

Return

I’m sure you’ve all been wondering where I’ve been for a few months. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell more of the story, but as I stated last time, it looked as though we had been compromised.

It turns out I was right.

I was captured not long after that final post. While I had wanted others to continue in my absence, they were afraid. And so was I.

I was held in confinement, questioned over my activities and that of those that I am in contact with. I said nothing and was tortured for it. I have just been rescued and our operations moved in order to prevent them from returning.

But we have been shattered, I can tell. When I last saw the others, we numbered about 100; now, I barely count 20. Where have the others gone? Were they captured as well? Killed?

I don’t know. All I know is our site is still up, so that means they haven’t discovered the true purpose. And this is still up, though you’ll note the changes.

A simple move, a change in look…don’t be surprised if the design changes periodically; it may be the only thing keeping us safe.

For now, I have returned. And I’m not beaten yet.

Enemy Among Us

I mentioned that I thought the enemy approached, unseen from our eyes, and in the cover of all that is good.

I still believe this.

Especially now.

Since the last time I posted, things have gone from bad to dreaded.

We recently decided to make some effort on pushing back the enemy. We thought it was a simple manuever that would enable us to have an upper hand.

Somehow, some where, the enemy found out about it. I am lucky that not all invloved were captured, but it was pretty close.

Already, one of the websites we utilize in your dimension has been compromised and it doesn’t seem to be showing any signs or returning. I’m afraid one of our outlets may be dim or put out for good.

I’m nervous and with good reason. While I am confident that it will take months, years even, for them to find our new outlets, perhaps it’s only a matter of time.

And time, is something we don’t have a lot of.

Unease

It’s taken me nearly all day to even bring you this news.

It’s strange, when you consider that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. It’s been slow, almost unbearably so, as though everything is at a standstill. An uneasy standstill that I can not begin to understand or even explain.

The patrols didn’t happen today or at least for the moment.

We have a hideout that only those that can be trusted know about. It isn’t much to say the least, not like the homes many of us used to live in. It can be crowded at the best of times, completely and utterly lifeless at the worst of times. But we call it home and every night while in this home, we count how many we have.

We keep count of how many we may be missing or how many have joined us since the last time. Sometimes the number are many, some times the number is less. Other times, like today, the numbers don’t seem to have changed. This should give us comfort, give me comfort, but it doesn’t.

It makes me uneasy. As though the wool is being pulled over our eyes and only when at the most dire will the floor be ripped from underneath our feet.

Things are too quiet, indicating something is amiss; something is going to happen.

And it won’t be good.

Search

The searches started up again today.

They search to find anyone who opposes them, their ideals, and their agenda. In the past, when they were beginning to take over, the searches were “standard” – trying to find the enemy. Or rather who we thought were the enemy. Of course, we completely allowed them to do this.

And slowly, we allowed them more control than they should have had. And that was our undoing.

The searches began to get violent – the soldiers come into homes, ripping families apart, tearing their homes into shreds. It doesn’t matter if there is evidence against them or not, perpetrators are taken out. I don’t know what happens to them, but I know most don’t return.

They tried to take me once; it was after they had heard about the MFS and what we had tried to do. They had thought I was using the alias, ‘WebMistressGina’, and using the site to propagate slander against them. I was hauled off from my home and thrown into a cell. I sat within it for several hours before someone came to see me. It was a lone agent – one of those that had survived the massacre at Osaka and who had turned on the rest of us.

Sadly, it was someone I knew.

There was a beating, one that put me in the hospital for a time, but I told them nothing. I told them nothing of the resistance against them or that there were others out there and that WMG was just a name.

I said the truth would be heard and it will be.

They can search all they want.

There’s a Light…

The day seems quiet, but not as foreboding as the days used to be. I have no idea if this is a good sign or not, but it worries me. I wish I could look upon these days as a sign that things are changing, but I know where that will get me.

We haven’t heard anything from them lately and that is truly more disturbing than the knowledge of what they could be doing. And yes, it’s something nefarious. How naive we had been, to let our guard down, but yet – we can only blame ourselves and again, hope that the messages we send out will guarantee that others will avoid our fate.

But it should be a good day today. One of our little ones has a birthday. It’s so refreshing that one so young can still see hope in a new day and not see the dwindling light that cometh. But we must not put this pressure upon him; we will let him enjoy the day and enjoy the happiness that he feels upon this anniversary of his birth.

May this day continue to be joyous, if only for his sake.

Welcome to Blogtenna

The Internet is a big place and can meet the needs of anyone who is looking for the right sources. It’s been noted that you can find anything on the Internet nowadays; people use it to reach out to meet with friends, family, and strangers. It’s the new form of communication and can work in ways no one could have ever imagined.

My name is Agent 66 and I’m using the Internet to get my message across.


Who am I? Who I am is inconsequential next to the reasons I am doing this. I am a resistance fighter, in that my world is under the thumb of our rulers and the only way to keep your world from becoming this is for me to warn the masses as best as I can. 


I was like you once – never seeing the true threat until it was too late. I had an education, a job, a home, a computer. I had ideas that I channeled into writing, writing about whatever came to mind. I didn’t get recognized, not like your big authors now, but I had a following. That’s when the threat came. Simple at first, never knowing what was really happening until it was too late to turn back.


That’s when I used my website as an historical record. I couldn’t use names and places, you understand. You know what happens to whistleblowers. So I did the next best thing – incorporated the facts with what I knew how to do. 

Write.

We called it ‘undercover work’; you call it ‘fan fiction’ or ‘creative writing’. Whatever works best for you, but consider this – do you truly think all those writers are writing for the hell of it? Sure, some are, but the good stories, the good writers…I could name some, but I don’t want to give their identities away. Just know that the big budget movies based on silly children’s books have a ring of truth.

But I digress…

The first website was spotted, so I had to lay low. Sure, I told people it was because of the “economy”, but they knew. They knew I had been compromised. So I’ve started again and using your primitive Internet, I plan on going to the masses with everything I’ve got.


So if this is your first time, welcome to the blog, welcome to the truth. If you’ve come from Spantenna.com, you know the struggles. As much as I would like to give the whole story, I’ve needed to lay low recently. 


I have a feeling there’s a mole amongst us…