The rain has stopped but everything was still damp. Barett sat alone on a chair overlooking the lawn of Lake Quinault Lodge. He needed a moment to think things through. If someone had walked by, they would have seen what looked like a man with the weight of the world pressing down on a stooped figure. His left hand hung over the edge of the chair hanging low, holding a single piece of paper that looks as if he had flushed down a toilet bowl.
Old man Bob had been jumping up and down screaming for everyone to get off his property and threatening to sue the next SOB that came on his land. He had recovered from his original shock of events and turned back to his old eccentric self. Barett had had to jail him to calm him down. But that was least of his worries. Someone was operating here with an agenda and Barett hadn’t figured out what that was yet. Whoever it was was coming at the whole thing sideways. There was no rhyme or reason to these violent acts except that for the one fact that Barett somehow the connecting person at the center and that reoccurring theme of Peter Pan.
Barett wasn’t sure if Thomas Ramsden or Melissa would make it. They were both in bad shape.
“Puer Aeternus.” The word kept coming into his mind. Puer Aternus, the Peter Pan syndrome, what was meant by putting it on the sign on the cross? First there was Luz Roque identified as Windy, ending up dead, then Thomas with the name of John Darling written on him. Then they went after Melissa. Was she just in the wrong place at the wrong time or was there another connection he was missing. Both Melissa and Tome were in serious condition.
What the hell was going on?
He picked up the paper that had been salvaged from the wrecked Toyota and read it again.
Twas night in the dwelling,
and Norns there came,
Who shaped the life
of the lofty one;
They bade him most famed
of fighters all
And best of princes
ever to be.
‘Seek the Pan
And rip out his wings.’
They bade him most.
‘Seek the Puer Aeternus child.’
“Tis the Pan’s arrogance”,
We three weird Sisters seek.
“His pages of vanity
His narcissism and refusal
To see
We control the fates
The Norns!
Not pan the enemy.”
The script was hand written in a neat hand, signed with the name of Mr. Crochet.
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Barett compiles a list of all the people involved with the college incident and looks over who got hurt the most and who has access to enough money to cover this series of events.
He has a lot of questions, but needs some answers....trying some meditation for a half hour. Then pulling the regestration off the truck and searching over the body in the woods...the cut of the cloths and make should tell him where they were bought. If they are military they will be marked as such inside the tag. He is going to run a background check on the rifle to see where it came from. Then he is going to borrow Mellisa's helicopter and become the peter pan of this area. Maybe there is something from the sky he can make out better. Luz ( wendy ) fell from a great height to end up on the bus, he is going to check out the local airfield as well.
But mostly he is looking to his gut to lead him where to go next.
Barett had looked up some info on the whole peter pan thing, and the mister crochet whick is french for hook, and the narns are mythical demons/sisters that are like the greek/Roman fates both hindering and helping humans. This leads him to think it must be one rich well educated person that hates him and wants to kill him. Baretts first instinct is to just start killing people off on the top of his list that meets this criteria. Although that really makes sense there must be a better way. Just what that better way is eludes him.
Ring a-ring o' roses,
Barett knew he was coming full circle in this conspiracy. In the story of Peter Pan, Captain Hook lured the Pan to his boat by taking his friends hostage. Peter Pan couldn’t stay away. Melissa, Luz, and Thomas were the bait. They had to be. Crazy people think of crazy things but once you understood how they ticked, their thinking made perfect sense. Barett was sure he understood the crazy thinking going on here, his only problem was, who was doing the “crazy”? Crochet was Hook. He was sure of that. But who was he? Some nemesis he had somehow pissed off back at the University. There was one problem however; there was no “Crochet” at the University.
But that was where everything pointed so that was where he was going.
A pocketful of posies. ,
Problem number two. Images of Luz flashed back into his mind. He admitted that he had liked her. She was a smart girl with a beautiful face and a fantastic figure. If she would have lived one more year and if he really cared enough he might have somewhat seriously thought about pursuing a relationship. Maybe.
But he had left and now she was dead.
Barett was 80 percent sure she had died from the two puncher wounds found just below her sternum. Not from a knife but from a hook. Here again was another connection to this insane allegory playing out in real life.
But there were also bloodied flowers, the posies to be exact. Little ‘po-dunk’ Neilton didn’t have anything he could use to see if there was toxicological traces on it. These flowers were bothering him.
What hell did flowers have to do with Peter Pan and Hook? The only connection he was making was that the narcissistic Hook was a character who thought of himself as a wonderful storyteller and a lover of flowers and sweet music. Then again, there was the Naval Yard.
a-tishoo!, a-tishoo!
When he was at WWU (Western Washington University) he knew of some collaboration happening between the University science and technology department and the Navy. Normal stuff it seemed but it was always hushed about. But he did remember the flowers. They had been doing a something with flowers. He hadn’t really cared then. He was having fun being a cool professor who could get away with anything.
And maybe that was the key here. He had acted young and invincible, but what was new? However, Barett was smart and knew that someone could easily have labeled him Puer Aeternus, the Peter Pan. Some narcissistic prick named Crochet who had great ambitions with regard to future yet couldn’t tolerate any serious criticism or interference in their ambition to attain the attention of others. Barett guessed he had somehow done this.
So Crochet or Hook believed that whatever went wrong it was Barett's fault. And as crazy people always do, they make themselves the victim. So this Crochet had identified himself as the unjustly offended but heroic and misunderstood Hook and focused his blame on Barett.
This all made sense if you followed the thought of a crazy person.
Well, Barett was done playing with the crazies. He was disappearing again. Right under their noses! Crochet and the Norns had to do something with the naval yard. He was sure of it.
He was betting his time on it because he was going a sneak~n~peaking into their backyard.
We all fall down
In the dark of the night Barett jumped and fell from Melissa’s helicopter. As he began his H.A.L.O., he watched the copter bank and head south. Below him were Everett, the Puget Sound and Everett Naval Station.
Take this link and study it.
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hs=B8G&resnum=0&q=Everett+Washington&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=title
This is what you are falling into. The Naval base and yard are on the west side of Everett. Zoom in and take a look. We will say the boats and Aircraft-carrier are there just as you see them in the picture.
The buildings you are interested in are the large building just south and a little east of S. Pruance Blvd.
Where do you want to splash down at? How do you want to infiltrate the buildings? From what direction?
Barett had packed his gear bag for such a drop. In his waterproof pack he has some night vision gogles and a night vision digital camera, a small digital video recorder and some bugs ( audio ), to leave behind in offices of deemed highlevel personel. He brought his lockpick gun and pick set, some duck tape and extra large zip ties. A small can of black spray paint, a hundred foot length of climbing rope with hook. He put on the small s.c.u.b.a tank and gear for a short dive and some dry cloths for the sneak and peek.
As for weapons, he has his ,H&K 9mm with supressor pistol, and mp5 9mm with supressor ( eight mags each ). Several knives hidden over his body and a small leather sap. His idea is to come in low over the water by the south end of the jetty island, splash down in the water and scuba over to the edge of the large building. Waiting for the cover of complete darkness then sneaking across the short area of parking to the building exterior, scaling the outside wall by the dock onto the roof and removing the skylight and letting himself down into the building, by the rope. Once inside he will head for the high security area, picking locks and bypassing security camera's he comes across.
He plans on wearing all dark gray with a baclava ( ski mask ) the whole time.
His escape plan is to take one of the boats in the harbor on the east side, of the building and then head south to a meeting place where a motorcycle is hidden in the tree's, for him.
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