Agent505

A woman arrives at the airport on a Tuesday and boards her flight from Seattle to Toronto. She travels light, packing just a carry on and her purse. Wearing comfortable leggings, a hoodie and soft soled shoes that she can remove quickly through security, she soon arrives at the gate and heads into the first class section, sitting in the third row, seat C. A few moments later as the woman has began playing Candy Crush on her cellphone, a flight attendant comes by. A gentleman is waiting in the aisle by the bulkhead between sections. "Excuse me madam, but I have to ask you to move." The blonde woman glances up for a moment but continues her game until the level is cleared. "Excuse me? Madam, you are in the wrong seat. I have to ask you to move." The blonde woman brushes aside her long bangs and lowered her phone briefly before responding in a very confident, clear voice that sounded almost rehearsed. "I'm blonde, beautiful and going to Toronto. Not moving." The flight

“That can’t be her.” “Are you sure?” “Positive! I‘ve been watching her on TikTok for months!” Not five moments later, most of the public upon the soft sands were brandishing their phones. Like the megatron at a stadium, every step, every movement, every smirk, was now captured - if you couldn’t see it in person, you’d see occurring in real time on one of the many phones now poised to capture the scene in excruciating detail. Occasionally you’d see upon the screen a view of those cameras where its owner was just as interested in the woman’s posterity as much as her posterior, though it’s likely none to this fact any would admit. “I never thought she was real.” “Oh, she’s real all right.” A few onlookers suspected and gushed, though none approached, the young woman with long lavender bangs and legs to match as she strolled onto Hunakai Beach along the southwestern coast of Oahu. Wearing a one-piece swimsuit of white that hugged her hips and beautified her subtle curves, adorned by

It seems like the longer I try to tell this story, the longer it takes to reach the conclusion! Guess I’ll skip the part about when I invited the guy from A World of Fish over to sell of some of our coral for their stock. In short, our corals were doing quite well and I made a few bucks in sales that all but covered the hotel bills over Labor Day. The following afternoon after my conversation with Pierce, a second overnight courier arrived at the house with yet another officially sealed package. This one contained materials to return the transmitter with Elizabeth’s message, though I wouldn’t send it back for almost a week. I was left wondering if they’d figure out how I got it to work despite having never reconnected any power cable? Oh well. This second package also included a letter. This one was inscribed on official Buckingham Palace stationary. Signed by King Charles himself - in ink! - it covered how His Majesty had located Corporal Claxion’s name in his mother’s will,

When we showed it to Michelle and shared several of the images, she gave them all a good look and, realizing that indeed nobody else had ever mentioned the pendant other than the necklace must’ve been something she wore, Michelle then gave her opinion. “Obviously, she cherished the gift enough to wear it every day,” Michelle said. “Perhaps she did this as a reminder to herself to pay you back for that twenty pounds she owed you.” “Not because she loved me or anything?” I asked. Michelle shook her head. “No, I don’t think it could’ve been that. When she hugged you that last time, as far as I could tell, it wasn’t that kind of hug. I mean, maybe you made an impression on her, but certainly it wasn’t enough of an impression to leave, well, that kind of impression.” “In other words, you don’t think I should get a divorce or anything?” Shelly asked. Michelle laughed audibly. “No, I don’t think that’s what was going on there. Not in the slightest. Obviously, our encounter

Following the apparition that looked very real in the dim light, I was glad to have grabbed my glasses - and glad to be dressed - as I made my way down the hall through the kitchen. Had someone left the door outside open? No, my family would not have left it that way. But the door was open, and yet, there wasn’t anything about that which made me uneasy or concerned. Seeing the queen wander outside, I followed, leaving the door open again as I slipped on my sandals and exited the cabin into the yard. Had the garage doors to the shop been left open as well? As I marveled at my inability to secure the place before going to bed, I followed the apparition inside the shop garage, where the Ford GT had been left uncovered and in plain sight. No, this had been planned and was occurring as scheduled. Yes. That had to have been it. Everything was proceeding as it was supposed to have. Sitting in the front seat of the GT, then, was the vision of the Queen. She motioned to the

We slept very late - which for us, was a quarter to ten. We must’ve been up late after all. As checkout was eleven and their award-winning continental breakfast ended at nine, that left me about ten minutes to shower - I didn’t wash my hair - while Shelly did the same. In fact, I was still rinsing off while she started to fill the tub. I knew it was my time to clear out when she climbed into the shower with me. “Um-” She smiled, holding onto me as her legs quickly merged into fins. “Hold on, darling.” I did for as long as I could, and fortunately I didn’t have to hold her for long. She swapped over the tub faucet before getting her hair all wet, and I dried off as she lathered up behind me. Before I left the room, though, I offered to wash her back and flukes. This I did from the floor, despite my knees. Worth it. Making sure we checked out before eleven, I double checked the room and the minifridge before turning over our key. From there, we headed back to downtown

Luckily, neither Shelly nor I needed to go anywhere in a hurry that night. We both slept through the night, and when we woke, our neighbors had already headed off, presumably in hopes of catching the ferry so they might make it to class, though I had no reason to question if they’d make it on time, despite the fact that today was Saturday. Nonetheless, I had been advised by several rangers in Windigo not to rely on assuming you’d make your appointments. What they did leave, however, was a web address in the dirt. Curious, I took a photo of the website - it had a Wisc.edu prefix and looked safe enough - so I vowed to check it out when I had internet before scratching over the markings in the event it was intended only for us. As Shelly went into the bay to get cleaned up, I fired up the camp stove and fixed breakfast. Heating the cast iron skillet along with our kettle for tea water, I added a package of cubed maple-flavored Spam and sautéed the meat with half a bag of potatoes

To reach the High Falls, our route east took about ten minutes before approaching Ryden’s Border Store - a rather patriotic gas station with a very nice gift shop where we topped off the tank, checked on the tires and used the facilities. From there, it was less of a jump than a skip before coming just to the east where to the parking lot for the Grand Portage State Park had a Minnesota Welcome Center and a short trailhead to the falls. Though I brought the tripod and camera again, I didn’t bring any towels along, realizing very quickly that this area was indeed more popular. I could count almost a dozen cars in the parking lot. Still, Shelly had us head up the trail which was about a half mile and fairly level, though it took me about six minutes longer than it did her. Realizing quickly that we weren’t alone, however, I still took the time to set up the camera and take a few stills, including a bulb shot or two that gave me some good motion stills of the rolling water.