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Well, I now see a use for the Ethereals after we crush them, have them driven before us, and hear the lamentation of their women. AA Batteries!

Rule of Fiction #2,738: The most powerful characters are always those with the least ability or inclination to control it. Corollary: This rule is not applied to protagonists, except for the purposes of comedy or drama.

Oh the joys of going on an operation you volunteered for and not getting what you expected.

AND I FEEL THAT IS A VALID OPINION AND ONE THAT I WILL NOT DISAGREE WITH. Ayep, In-N-Out, best burgers on the continent I'd say. Quiet you, you just had the smart half of your organization leg it for our side.

And now for the formal announcement of the latest op: TONIGHT, AT THE XCOM MISSION THEATER: REFERENCES TO THE BEST FAST FOOD CHAIN IN ALL OF THE CONTINENTAL US, THE TRUE NATURE OF COVERT OPS, UNFORESHADOWED BACKSTORY REFERENCES, MORE WANTON MURDER, ALL LIIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW! COME, AND...

As I lounged about in the room, trying to find some way of passing the time, I heard the distinctive rolling of tumblers from the door. Hurriedly, I fumbled with the stealth device, managing to flip it on just before the door swung open, revealing an EXALT operative carrying a laptop. Oh hell...

“Journey Home, Day Eight” Two California Plaza, Los Angeles California, United States of America 2317 Local Time Albert Foulke Once more the cap went on and the bandana went up over the face, as I stepped out of the van. Everything was secure, mission was a go. The tower was closed for the...

“Journey Home, Night Six” Location Unknown Albert Foulke Slowly I stood, shaking my head. I gazed around, examining the environment. I appeared to be in some skyscraper, covered bridges connecting it to others like it. As I stepped over to the window, I gazed down, seeing naught but the tower...

“Journey Home, Day Six” Somewhere in Compton, Los Angeles California, United States of America 1021 Local Time Albert Foulke Down the stairs we went, faces covered. A glance confirmed that yes, our hostage was still there, and from the frantic looks he gave between us and the power tools, he...

Alright, let’s hope these RTOs work properly. Three, two, one. On the mental signal I phased back into existence and sent a boot out at the door, sending it slamming open. I barreled forward, seeing the man- African-American, two or three centimeters on me, a bit more muscled- spin around, a gun...

“Journey Home, Day Five” Los Angeles Airport Marriott, Los Angeles California, United States of America 1038 Local Time Albert Foulke A knock on the door caught my attention. I rolled off the bed, flipping off the TV in the process, and stepped up to the door, taking a quick look through the...

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Even the impenetrable walls of Jericho fell before the might of a god. What makes you think the walls of the mind are any safer around one?

Or result in mental trauma the likes of which haven't been seen in an RP since, eh... 2007 I'd say? Something like that.

Thanks for reminding me the Overseer existed. Might throw something together for them once I finish this bit of the covert op.

Oh come on! Of course the aliens have to intrude upon our affairs! Why can't they let the darkness already within our souls do the work? Seriously all they're doing is, once the truth gets out, solidifying our hatred of their kind, and ensuring that our integration will not be peaceful. Don't...

Woo vegetation!