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The person we call “the Bounty Hunter” is a mortal who works for Oxadrenals. Due to a deliberate deception on Oxadrenals’ part, we confused him for another bounty hunter who also works for Oxadrenals. The “real” one is named Richard Menniss, and is extensively discussed in the narratives of the Immortality Project. The two, however, carry out similar jobs, and have similar credentials. For this reason, the information in this category applies by analogy to Richard Menniss as well.
Kate is right, as always. Yes, there are signs of someone else going after our Aussie, a bounty hunter sort of guy asking questions in the same places. From what I hear, he’s a big, scary bloke who looks like he could kill you and stuff you in a trunk without losing his appetite for pancakes. I’m working on tracking him now. He might know things we don’t. – Flyss
Not only does our “Immortal Aussie” have a guy following him, like she predicted, but that guy’s a sitting duck. Unlike the Aussie, the Bounty Hunter (as I call him) doesn’t bother to change his name when he wanders around. He doesn’t make himself invisible. He rents cars under his own name, uses credit cards, all that. Stephen’s digging online, and I’m snooping in person. Hoping for great things soon. — Flyss
Dear Stephen: Glad to see you getting excited about the chase. Finally! — Flyss
P.S. The first thing he did when he got to Oklahoma was buy himself a couple sixpacks of GPS trackers, all shapes and sizes.
With Stephen’s assistance, I got a low-res scan of “the Bounty Hunter’s“ passport photo. Kate — can you read anything about him from it? — Flyss
Flyss, I appreciate your respect, but except for the obvious facts that he grew up in a house with three dogs, that his mother has a mole on her left cheek, and that he habitually lights his home with tallow, I can’t get much from that photo.
Seriously, most of the time, I do need to see someone’s face in action to get a feeling for who they are. Good paintings draw out a person’s character, but passport photos, not so much.
(But I am sure that he has recently diagnosed himself as having a terminal disease.) — Kate
Oh, I get it. You mean that he’s figured out he’s mortal.
So does he think he can steal immortality from an Immortal? You can’t grab someone’s genetic mutation.
Or does he think it’s something else? A secret spring, like in that movie? That would be particularly stupid.– Flyss
We have strong proof of the existence of a person with an unnaturally long life span. “The Aussie,” as we’ve code named him, looks like a person in his 20s, but it is verifiably the case that his apearance has not changed for over forty years. Of course, this does not in any way prove that he is immortal, but it is certainly suggestive.
We’ve traced him up to about fifteen years ago, but at that point the trail went cold. However, we’ve recently discovered that another person, whom we code name “The Bounty Hunter” is also chasing him. This fortuitous co-pursuer has proved easier to track. We have great hopes that by covertly tracing him we’ll discover the current whereabouts of our possible immortal. – Stephen
When Kate wrote that she needs to see someone’s face in action to read their character, I’m sure she didn’t mean that you should try to get video of the man we’ve nicknamed ”The Bounty Hunter.” In case you’re thinking about doing that, DON’T. Don’t do anything like that. Stay away.
We’re not using his real name here, but of course we know what that name is. I did some digging into public records, and what I found out about him is chilling.
He volunteered for US Army service toward the end of the Vietnam War, a time when no one was volunteering. That says something right there. He was recruited straight out of boot camp to Camp Mackall for Special Forces training.
At that point, he disappears for a couple of years. Then, he reappears as a CIA employee. Since the only pipeline from Army to CIA lead into the Special Operations Group, I can only assume that this is where he landed. These are dangerous, elite soldiers. Black ops types.
For the last ten years, he’s been working for private clients. I haven’t traced them yet, but the hints I have so far are terrifying.
So, Flyss, keep your distance. Please? This isn’t some ordinary person you’re tailing. He’s a professional killer. Stay away! –Glenn
Glenn asked me to support him in what he wrote in his last post. Flyss, I do support him. I agree completely that this is extremely dangerous territory. And I trust that you’ll balance your natural fearlessness with you ability to insightfully analyze the risks. Take care! — Kate
The GPS tracker I put in his car showed me that the Bounty Hunter took a trip out into rural Oklahoma yesterday, and parked in the middle of nowhere for four hours. After he left, I went out there myself.
He parked on a hill about a mile from this place:
The place is surrounded by armed guards. Armed as in “machine guns.”
Guys — what if this is a terrorist thing? Shouldn’t we tell someone? — Flyss
Glenn: What’s something like this doing out in the middle of nowhere in Oklahoma? What the heck am I even looking at? This isn’t just Protocols of the Elders of the Kennedy Clan, it’s UFO-level, mind-control-radiation X-files
The BH just traveled three hundred miles to park for an hour here and do God only knows what. (I’m putting the detective work details on God because, yes, I was good and waited till hours after the BH left before I parked here too.)
I’ve played Helicopter Sims so I know all about flying ‘copters. Tomorrow, I’ll take your credit card to Hertz rent-a-helicopter and hire a black one, so I can flop onto their roof and demand to see their Mothership.
I wish you left your house occasionally, Glenneus Maximus, so you could come out here and tell me what the frack this fracking place is. –Flyss
P.S. Yes, I’m creeped out.
He saw me. I’m on the run. Getting ahead of him, I think. — Flyss
OK, safe now. Time out for hot wings, chocolate and some sleep. Then I’ll tell all. — Flyss
That metaphor you didn’t intend — it was almost right. I was flying down the freeway, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. Like one of those dreams where you’re running but you can’t move. Or, like you really are flying, flap-flap-flapping away, but you never leave the barn because your head’s in a noose.
Like I mentioned a little bit ago, the BH drove up to southern Colorado, drove around a while (probably to lose any tail, in blissful ignorance of my GPS tracker) then took off down a deserted road to where there were mostly only cows and prairie dogs to notice. I managed to catch up with him in real time for once, because I peeled up a different road that reached just about the same place, and hiked over in time to catch him disappearing into the little shed I already posted about.
It was starting to snow, so I got under cover in position to watch him come out again. Only he didn’t. After about an hour (and an inch or two of snow) he stepped out of a completely different shed, about a hundred yards from shed #1. Since there was no brush for him to hide behind, he must have gone through an underground tunnel.
But I wasn’t expecting to see him there, so I wasn’t in the right position for taking pictures of the whole scene, and before I could get in a better position he came after me and I had to run. (More on that later.) That’s my excuse for why I don’t have any one single photo that really captures the lay of the land, anyway.
The first picture below sort of gives a sense of the the distance.
Shed#1, near the bottom left of the photo, is really far up that pasture. Shed#2 isn’t visible in the photo, but it’s just under the green light.
The next photo shows that shed#2 is situated under the green light, but doesn’t show shed #1 at all, so I’m not sure how much it really helps.
I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it that they’re far apart.
To recap, the BH opens the door of shed#1 gun in hand, steps inside and busies himself for a bit, then reappears out the door of shed#2 a hundred yards away. Since there’s no brush or anything in between he could have hid behind, and I really don’t think he can apparate like Harry Potter, I assume there’s an underground tunnel connecting the two. That’s weird.
But what came next is even weirder. — Flyss
(A few more photos after the fold, also inadequate.)
To continue: When the BH came out of the second shed, he wasn’t alone. He was pushing a very, very old man in a wheelchair.
Yup. You read me right.
They spent a long time in the house, and that’s when I made my mistake. I snuck up closer to try to see through a window, but I’m not totally Ms. Deerstalker and I must have cracked a twig. I don’t think he’s so good at walking on tiptoe either because he didn’t try. The guy came roaring out of that house after me like a bull with his pants on fire. I ran away and got far ahead of him, but I forgot that he could work out where I was going and when I got to my car I took at least three seconds to catch my breath.
That kind of laziness doesn’t fly when you’re fleeing this guy. He was already roaring up the street in his big fat black Mercedes SUV when I started moving. My little Porsche is a lot faster than that thing but still it took about thirty hours of flat out driving to get away from him. He just doesn’t give up. I got so I thought he could read minds, tap cellphones and maybe smell me. He had me scared enough that even when he really had given up I kept driving for two more days.
(continued in this post) — Flyss
But it does make one wonder. We latched onto the Bounty Hunter because he was following someone who doesn’t age. The theory was that we could more easily follow the follower of an immortal than the immortal himself.
But if he’s hunting immortals, what’s he doing taking time out to kidnap an old man in a wheelchair? Admittedly, the old man lives in a shed and has underground tunnels, but he’s an old man, rather by definition not someone who fails to age.
For that matter, what’s the BH doing taking time out to photograph chemical plants and strange transmitting dishes, not to mention chasing you? If he’s an immortal hunter, at the very least he seems to have lost focus.
Perhaps we need to rethink this strategy.– Stephen
Rethink our strategy with the BH? Well that train’s left the station already. My GPS tracker stopped transmitting about twelve hours after he started chasing me. So I guess he found it. Which means he’ll probably take a heck of lot more precautions in the future, and we’re not going to be able to keep track of him like we planned.
Whoops. My bad.
But I have other news so exceedingly weird it might make you all forget my screwup. — Flyss
As I was saying, I spent about a hundred hours cruising everywhere the BH had been until I found a car he’d tagged with one of his GPS trackers. I stuck one of my own GPS trackers under the same car. Here’s a travelogue of some of the places I saw when I drove in the tire treads of whomever it was the BH was following.
(And, yes, the photographs have been photoshopped. I don’t want to give away exactly where this is.)
First he goes under this messy bridge,
and on the other side these everyday flames leap up,
which turn out to come from this standard whatever-it-is.
This part of Oklahoma is a little bit interesting all on its own. Remember the dish, and the chemical factory? They’re not more than fifty miles off. But what comes next is creepy. (continued in the next post.) — Flyss
(Continuing my last post.) So much for background. Here are the questions: Whose side is the Laughing One on? I have the same question about the Bounty Hunter. There’s obviously some connection between them, though whether they’re enemies, allies or acquaintances don’t know.
My guess is that there are several groups of Immortals, as well as various mortals besides us who are interested in them. (See, for example, this external post.) It also dawns on me that there may be no easy way for one non-mortal to recognize another. They may need to track each other down the same way we’re doing.
Much to think about. — Glenn
The Laughing One” is obviously no friend of Antipollus, considering the message he left in that third photo. Just as certainly, “The Servant” works for the blue&blacks, and is accepted as a messenger at those various facilities in the “off the map” area. However, the Bounty Hunter put a GPS tracker in The Servant’s car. Considering the first photo message, the blue&blacks follow the instructions of Antipollus. [Editor’s note: We now know that they are actually servants of Soraya, and that Soraya works closely with Antipollus/Alexandros.] Hence, it is reasonable to guess that the Bounty Hunter is a servant of Laughing One, and that there is antagonism between the Laughing One/BH and Antipollus/Blue&black/Servant axis.
As far as a possible migration goes, I’m looking for direct evidence of that. Of course, part of the value of being off the map would have been to allow such a migration to occur in secret. Where would they have gone? — Glenn
According to the GPS detector I have in his car, the fellow I nicknamed The Servant has been conducting surveillance on the site on and off for two weeks. I think the BH has been living there. Tonight, he ventured out to visit a kind of classy bar. Having been burned last time, I didn’t try to get up close and personal, but parked a block away and watched with binoculars. This is what I saw. I don’t get it.
Around ten at night, the BH comes out of the bar into this alley (which I took a photo of afterwards, not at the time):
As he comes out, a blond woman in her late twenties starts talking to him. He looks a little interested, not terribly. They don’t stand all that close. But she has his attention. Then he slumps and looks like he’s going to fall. He’s a big guy, and she’s not, but she catches him and holds him up. Seconds later — and I mean seconds — an ambulance pulls up and official looking EMTs haul him in. Naturally, I follow the ambulance, from a heavily discrete distance.
The ambulance drives around for about fifteen minutes and then pulls off into what looks like a totally unused parking garage. I don’t see what happens inside, but a black Mercedes SUV a lot like the BH’s own pulls out so quickly afterwards I happily abandon the ambulance and follow it instead. It drives back to the bar, and two guys in suits manhandle the BH out of the Mercedes right back to where he was standing before. The young blond lady comes out of the car and takes her same position too.
He’s slumping, but then he unslumps when(I think) one of the guys stabs him with something. They talk for about thirty seconds and then he leaves her and gets back in his own Mercedes and drives home.
My impression is that he didn’t even know any time had passed!
Keep in mind this guy is ex-CIA, ex-MI-5, all that. He’s not an easy target. I think they kidnapped him to do some kind of medical procedure, and he didn’t even know it happened. Did they implant a bomb? A GPS tracker? A bug? A mind-controlling device? Or just give him a flu shot? What the heck? — Flyss
I’m staking out the office building where the Bounty Hunter is staying at, but I don’t know how I’m going to follow him when he leaves. It’s not that I’m afraid to follow him — with or without any extra protection, regardless of what Glenn thinks — but I know he’ll catch me at it. He’s too good. But what can I do to keep on him when he leaves??? I don’t want to lose him again!!
Stephen, if they did implant a tracking chip in him during that brief “kidnapping,” can I tap in to it? Strattera, do you have any idea why someone in his position would want to live for weeks in an office building rather than, say, a hotel? Is there some practical advantage? Here’s another view of what it looks like:
Kate, do you have any insight as to what might be going through his head? I’m just desperate not to lose him again, now that I’ve found him. –Flyss
(For new readers, the “Bounty Hunter” isn’t an immortal himself, but he’s someone who tracks immortals, both the totally immortal kind and also Hafeems. We know for a fact that he was trailing the Aussie for awhile, but he seems to have taken a break from that. Still, he’s one of the few “on the ground” leads we have at the moment.)
I hesitate to write anything now that Laughing One is listening in, since he probably knows the precise answer to things I can just guess about. Still, here’s what we think:
The Bounty Hunter is a on a mission to find True Immortals and Hafeems. We think it was an aged Hafeem he pulled out of that shed with the odd green light above it.
Presumably, he wants to find the Aussie too. We don’t know exactly why he does this, but I could hazard a guess: he and I are about the same age, and given how I feel I would venture to guess that he too is driven by a probably vain hope to gain the secret of immortality via contact with Immortals. Kate originally intuited his existence on just such a basis.
He has considerable skills developed over a lifetime of involvement in organizations such as Army Special Forces, and so we planned to piggy back on his efforts, shadow him as he finds the people we want to find. But it’s all worked out more complicatedly than we expected. The number of wheels within wheels, plots within plots, is mind boggling.
Any comments, Laughing One? Am I at all close? — Glenn
P.S. I’ve thought for a while that we should change his name from Bounty Hunter to “Immortal Hunter,” but that involves a lot of work, going back into old posts.
Kate’s intuition is again borne out.
There are websites that detail the reputed talents and preferences of bounty hunters and other such professional agents available for hire. Listed among the assignments our Bounty Hunter is reputed to perform with a high degree of skill is this: “Abductions, specializing in minimizing risk to abductee.” There is this additional comment, “Adamantly refuses tasks involve intentional or high risk collateral harm to any but those convicted by proper judicial process of capital crimes.”
Such a professional criminal with morals might very well be a perfect choice if a younger Hafeem wished to undertake the involuntary rescue of others of his kind. And involuntary rescue might be the only option. We have already noted a defining characteristic that non-mortals fear discovery by anyone. Would not they tend to take it as a ruse if someone who found them out claimed similar non-mortal status By habit, they might fight or flee before proofs could be offered. Storming the castle might be the best option, if done by one skilled at minimizing risk to the stormed. – Stephen
(Continuing the thread from Strattera’s last post.)
Interestinger and interestinger. Look who just passed through a municipal airport less than an hour from DIA:
Our old friend the Bounty Hunter has dyed his hair and put on brown contacts, but that’s him all right. (Photo slightly doctored up for security.)
What’s he doing here? Have you put him on the job just now, Oxadrenals? Or does he work for the other side sometimes? — Flyss
[thread continued here]
Yes, I do know. Let me explain.
First, a review. The first immortal for whose existence we had solid evidence is a man we have nicknamed “The Aussie.” What we know about him is summarized here.
Of note, though we lost the trail of the Aussie, we discovered a person who was following the Aussie too, the “Bounty Hunter.” We have nurtured hopes that by following him we would find the Aussie. In the process of observing the Bounty Hunter, we were contacted by Oxadrenals. After a number of interactions that are not directly relevant to the current topic, Oxadrenals provided special training to Flyss and Strattera. They were led to believe that the ultimate purpose of this training was to allow them to observe the BH as he closed in on the Aussie, and possibly also to covertly enter an underground world.
But then other adventures intervened.
Flyss and Strattera investigated the San Francisco War Memorial, and found a surveillance equipment in a secret room. this led to a gambit designed to flush out True Immortals in the SENS foundation, and also allowed us to observe the Blue&blacks in action.
In the past, we had used a number of very time intensive methods to search out immortals, only some of which succeeded. But then I discovered the method of tracking ghost children identities. This powerful technique led to a series of discoveries. The first merely involved symbols on a beach in Santa Cruz, but next we we able to detect and observe the arrival of two True Immortals: first Speed Demon and then the Molly.
In the midst of this, Oxadrenals published The Hafeem Saul, a fascinating biographical narrative.
These events kept us quite busy. So busy, that we all forgot for a time that Flyss and Strattera were supposedly in preparation for observing the Bounty Hunter close in on the Aussie.
It now appears that we have been somewhat deceived. But justifiably so! (Blockbuster revelations in my next several posts.) — Stephen
As I mentioned in my last post, it appears that we have been somewhat deceived. I discovered the deception in my researches, but held back revealing what I knew. Until now.
We have been waiting for the Aussie to arrive. Admittedly, while waiting, we have found two True Immortals. But the Aussie was the first True Immortal we detected, and, because we didn’t yet have the method of ghost children, finding him involved a great deal of time and effort. And we had lost track of him. Naturally, we looked forward to discovering his current whereabouts.
However, several weeks ago I began to notice certain facts that raised fundamental questions.
I had been investigating the identity history of the The Bounty Hunter. To my surprise, I discovered divergences between the identity of the man we know now and the identity of the person who had been investigating the Aussie. Both were highly skilled professionals for hire. Both carried out investigations of Immortals and Hafeems. But using my current tools, I gradually uncovered a break in continuity. The Bounty Hunter we know and the one who has had been investigating the Aussie are not the same men.
How had we been fooled initially? The second Bounty Hunter had intentionally taken on the apparent identity of the first.
But surely Oxadrenals would know about this. The second Bounty Hunter worked for him! And we had discussed the Aussie with him at length. Nonetheless, Oxadrenals allowed us to believe that the two men were the same. (To be fair, he has admitted many times that he is forced to deceive us on certain points.)
At around the same time, I began to acquire some startling new evidence about the Aussie: It began to appear that the Aussie had already arrived. In fact, I discovered strong indications that he arrived almost one year ago. He lived for a time in Texas. And then he disappeared.
Then, about two weeks ago, without any prompting, Oxadrenals brought this very information to me. He gave me a satisfactory explanation. But he asked me to reserve the entire subject from publication for a period. As he gave solid reasons for doing so, I complied.
However, now that “the Big Show” is underway, it is safe for reveal what has actually been going on.
I shall now clarify many details. I will also reveal actual names. (continued in my next post) — Stephen
As I was discussing in my last post, it is now safe for me to reveal the details of a significant but necessary deception that has been practiced on us by Oxadrenals. Here are the major points, arranged in logical order.
(1) The Aussie in fact arrived in the US one year ago.
(2) The Bounty Hunter (the real one, not the man we call by that name) discovered him on his arrival.
(3) This led to the fruition of certain of Oxadrenals’ plans.
(4) Oxadrenals could not risk interference with those plans by outside parties. Therefore, as a matter of tradecraft, he obscured the event, paying one of his other Bounty Hunters to take over certain elements of the identity of the first.
(5) We stumbled into the story by discovering the Aussie ourselves. But, fortunately, Oxadrenals’ technique worked, and we were derailed onto the wrong Bounty Hunter.
(6) I say “fortunately,” because I am in full agreement with what Oxadrenals is doing. His behavior was honorable. He has been honest to us in almost all respects, taking precautions only that we would not interfere with the great work he was undertaking.
(7) He himself informed me of the deception, and asked me to reserve publication of the facts until that great work had progressed to its climax.
(8) That point has been now been reached. (continued in my next post) — Stephen
[Editor’s note: The actual bounty hunter, Richard Menniss, is discussed in the narratives of the Immortality Project.]