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Sleeper – Even the Innocent

Posted in Blog Series, Fiction, Sleeper, Story, Writing with tags , , , on October 25, 2011 by darkjade68

LONDON; November 14th

“I’m glad you’ve come Jaram, it will save me the time…” X stands up and faces Jaram who is perplexed.

“Who are you?” Jaram inquires, as he aims a gun at X.

“I’ll explain on the way…” with this X goes into his bedroom and puts on an extremely nice black suit, throws gel in his hair, and pulls a Silver Briefcase out from underneath his bed.

Jaram follows him slowly, not lowering his gun. “Where are we going?”

SIBERIA; November 15th

Jaram and X are in the back of a black limousine. Jaram looks out the window, still holding a gun, as X lights a cigarette.

“His name is The Crippler” X suddenly says to Jaram, who then looks at him.

“Why does that name sound familiar…” Jaram replies, as he puts away his gun.

“Because your Agency, and six other Agencies, are all looking for him“. X looks at him “More than that… They’re trying to stop him…”.

The car pulls in front of an apartment building.

“Go in there and tell Courtney Starfire to come with you” X says. Jaram is perplexed once more. “Well… What are you waiting for?!” X insists. So Jaram gets out of the car, and approaches the apartment building. At the Gate, there is a device with the numbers 1 to 30 on it, he looks back at the car.

“Sixteen…” X says as he has rolled down his window, and then rolls it back up.

Jaram pushes 16, and it rings the room. “Whose there?” a lovely voice answers. “Uh…I’m looking for Courtney Starfire…” there is a long pause. She then buzzes him up.

Jaram stands in an elevator looking about, and asking himself “What the hell am I doing here?”. The elevator arrives, the doors open and Courtney is aiming a gun at him. She enters the elevator, closes the door, and stops the elevator.

She then checks him for a weapon, he has three guns, and a switchblade.

She holds up the switchblade. “A switchblade??” he shrugs. “Who are you, and how did you know who I was…”. Suddenly the elevator starts to move. She is surprised, and is unable to stop it.

When the door opens Jaram heads to the car. She puts her gun away, and follows. The Limo door is open, and Jaram gets in. She bends over and sees X, who gestures for her to get in. “Come come, we’re going to be late…”.

She gets in.


A black man plays with his young boy on the lawn in front of his house. Courtney, Jaram and X sit in a white sedan across the street. “Johnathon Prior…”. X opens up his laptop and enters his name on the screen.


“Well… What are you waiting for, get him out of there before they come…” with this Courtney and Jaram look at one another, and get out of the car.

ENTER “Click”




Jaram and Courtney cross the street, all seems to slow down.

X closes his laptop.

Johnathon sees them, and sends his son inside.

“Johnathon Prior…” Jaram says.

Johnathon starts to go for his gun, as does Courtney and Jaram, all are in sync.

“Who are you?!” he speaks. Just then a black SUV tears around the corner, all three of them turn and aim their guns at the truck. From the truck windows four men with machine guns start to fire.

“BUDDA BUDDA BUDDA BUDDA!!!!!” all three of them tuck, roll, and come up shooting “FOOM FOOM FOOM FOOM FOOM!!!!”, taking out three of the four men.

The truck takes off.

Suddenly X rolls down his window “We really don’t have much time…” he taps his watch, and rolls up the window.

Johnathon looks at Jaram “Don’t ask” Jaram replies.


Part One – Sleeper

Part Two – Sleeper – Courtney Starfire




Sleeper – Courtney Starfire

Posted in Fiction, Sleeper, Story, Writing with tags , , on October 22, 2011 by darkjade68


A lovely medium length haired blond girl, perhaps 26, sits in a lavish restaurant which is primarily lit by candles, or low lit lights. In her hand is a long cigarette, waiting to be lit. On her body, is a black, low cut dress.

From behind her a man extends his lighter to her, and lights.

“Sorry about that darling, I’ve turned off my phone, no more calls I promise…” the man sits. The man is Pierre Acton, a French Ambassador. He stands six foot one, and is very handsome, sporting a distinguished thin mustache. He is perhaps fifty five years in age.

“You are forgiven…” the woman replies “…as long as the food is good here” with this her eyes glimmer a reputable green. “Ha ha, you are some lady…” with this Pierre kisses her hand.


The woman sits on a cream colored couch, in the middle of Pierre’s very comfortable living room, as Pierre is off making drinks. “What would you like darling…” he asks from the other room.

“A sherry is fine…” the girl replies as she scopes out the room, but stops just as Pierre enters.

“Here you are darling…” he sits beside her, and hands her a drink.

“Merci…” she replies. “Very funny, no more french today, please… German is fine” he replies. “I still find it so unusual to be in France, where so many speak German…” she tells him. “Ah… Well… Welcome to Strosbourg”. “RING” Pierre’s cell rings just as he’s about to take his first drink. She smiles “You turned it back on”. He smiles back “I’ll be right back, I promise” with this he steps out of the room. She then quickly puts some white powder in his drink, and approaches a roll up desk, which she determines is locked. She returns to the couch, and momentarily he returns.

“Ahh, where were we…” he sits, and then tosses his cell phone into another seat. “Off for the night” with this she holds up her drink as if to toast “Here’s to a silent night” she speaks and they both drink.


Pierre is passed out on the couch, and the girl, gloved,  is picking the lock on the roller desk. She finally gets it open. Inside is a very small black laptop which she then opens and turns on. Before you know it, she has turned it on, accessed information that she was looking for, and copies it onto a mini drive.

Just as she’s about to leave, the front door opens, and two large men in suits and dark sun glasses enter the room. She darts for the living room window, grabbing a throw blanket from the couch. The men see her “HEY!!” they both draw guns as she hurls her self, covered in the blanket, through the window. “BANG BANG BANG” they do not hit her, as she drops down to the canopy below, bounces and rolls onto the street. She quickly jumps on a motor bike that had been waiting there for her, starts it “VROOMM”, and rides off. The men look out the window in awe.

MISSION: Complete


The name COURTNEY STARFIRE is on X’s laptop screen. He sits on his couch in comfortable clothing. He hits ENTER.




“Oh she is good…” he says out loud, as he takes a sip of tea. “But she will be harder to get” with this he shuts his laptop.

“What do you want with me” a mans voice speaks from behind X. “Hello Jaram” X replies without looking back.


Part One – Sleeper

Part Three – Sleeper – Even the Innocent





Posted in Fiction, Sleeper, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on October 21, 2011 by darkjade68

MOSCOW; November 11

The man in the white hair lights his cigarette as he stands under the  awning of a shut down hotel, out of the rain.

The flash of fire from his match made for a glow in an otherwise dark and dreary night.

Beside him sits a black briefcase with a red digital timer on it set for 9:29 9:28, 9:27

But he does not seem overly concerned.

From across the street, in an also closed building, this one an old toy store, Jaram Lemon sits inside the darkness, watching… but people call him Squeeze. In one hand a Turkey on Rye, in the other a gun with a silencer on it.

If the car shows, abort the mission. Hardly a mission at all… he thought to himself.

2:32 2:31, 2:30

A black sedan drives up alongside the man. Twenty five seconds later the car drove off, leaving the man, but not the briefcase… The man lights a brand new cigarette, takes two hits, then tosses it into the night, and disappears.


MISSION: Aborted

Within the abandoned toy store, only bread crumbs remain.


Some eight blocks away, the sedan explodes.

LONDON; November 12, 5:12am

A man sits alone in a loft, on the second floor of an apartment building.

In front of him a small laptop, the screen is open.

JARAM LEMON is typed on the screen, in a vibrant blue light.

The man strkes ENTER.




“Where was he before…” the man speaks to himself.


The man taps his pen. “He must have been somewhere else before that…” he thinks to himself.

He stands and stretches, whilst wearing a long brown robe, and bunny slippers. His hair short, stylish, and brown. His physique, solid, especially for a thirty nine year old.

Lets just call him X.

X makes his way to the kitchen, and pours himself a hot cup of coco. “Mmm… Sweet”.


Part Two – Sleeper – Courtney Starfire

Part Three – Sleeper – Even the Innocent