The Story of 6 - Part 6

Janelle was deeply depressed and attacked herself all day, saying ‘Why did I not kill him?’ She kept complaining and mumbling under her breath till a dear friend of hers walked up the side walk.

Duncan Corvino was a brilliant scientist and doubled up as the Professor’s personal ‘dead guy’ specialist, as he was commonly called. Duncan stood about 6 feet tall, and had long flowing brown hair that complemented his beautiful blue eyes. A combination almost impossible, Janelle usually dropped what she was doing and become tipsy around him. Not today, today Janelle was so depressed it would take a personal encounter with Mr. Corvino and his charm.

“Janelle,” spoke Duncan in a nice, soft, and cool voice. “If you just about done chastising yourself; I’d like to take you out to dinner. I know it’s only 4:30 but there is this great Italian pasta place, I want to try out.”

Janelle looked up and instantly all her troubles melted away. She walked towards Duncan and… tripped over herself. Duncan laughed.

“You,” Janelle said as she slapped him across his face, “you did that on purpose and know you are laughing at me. Of course I’ll take you to dinner. Under a small condition…”

Duncan smiles and lets out a chuckle, “Sure, what?”

“If you wear that white shirt of yours, the one I almost stained about a month ago.”

He smiled, looked into her eyes, and spoke softly. “Whatever you wish my dear, of course I have a slight condition myself.”

She pulled her hip back and let out a, “Mm hm.”

“You leave your depression their and come with your joyful self. Oh, and no more slapping me.”

Janelle laughed, slightly defeated but she was not the kind to get easy to anger unless it disturbed her in her sadden mood. She walked towards him down the side walked and waved to Jarred. Jarred waved back, signaling it was okay to leave the scene.



Jarred was thanking God. Janelle had finally left the scene, since midnight when the President had been assassinated. Jarred could finally get to work. He pulled out more information than Janelle did, most of it useless. He had the red phone tapped, and he had a technician run full array of tests on the phone The Shadow had used to infiltrate the White House.

The Shadow was cunning and left no trace of the machine he used to fold space around a small data signal that traveled the phone wire to the woman’s desk. Unfortunately he forgets to factor in a small piece of equipment the Professor had installed many days ago. The device tracked all calls including the special disturbance ones and copied them over to a secure server. Jarred pulled the file and replicated the conditions, out came a soulless copy of The Shadow.

Just as the soulless shadow was being materialized, Professor Karros walked on to the scene.

“Jarred, it’s about time we had a debriefing.”

Jarred spun his head around and responded quickly, “Sir. We just found ourselves lucky. We just cloned are first shadow.”



The Shadow had no intention of stopping with the murder of the President. He quickly overcame the Vice President and the Speaker of the House. Unfortunately the Professor had them both go to a safe location and protected by holograms. These almost lifelike decoys were real in every respect, except anything and everything passed through them. It did not take The Shadow long to realize this and it made him mad.

“Do you call this a fix Professor? I think not, nor am I going to put up with it. It’s time to activate a test run of that device Sacral.”

Dr. Sacral used to work with genetic engineering then transferred to biologics engineer where he engineered fast thing computer and devices. He worked with EGT on many projects the UPT was one of those projects. Dr. Sacral died to EGT the day he claimed he was God and was going to wipe out the nasty parts of civilizations. A Tribunal later, a 10 year sentence, 2 escapes, and his ability to make bad friends landed him a job for Shadow Technology.



Greg had just gotten to Japan and was excited to have his vacation, finally. Terrible it was cut short when a gigantic squad formed above his head. The UPT was not adjusted properly, nor did Greg realize the flash from another universe would last about 3 seconds.

Greg squealed like a ban chi, yelling at everyone to leave. By the time someone noticed him the Squid had vanished back into its universe never to be disturbed again. Greg on the other hand was immediately arrested and given to Japan’s more colorful holding centers for crazy Americans and proposed national spies.

Every government has a center, an area, where men and prisoners of war are kept. Most, if not all of these centers, use unsanctioned methods of interrogation and extracted. Kaori Masakon, was the equivalent of the United States Guantanamo Bay. Greg had landed himself there, which did not help Japan’s anti-EGT policies.