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Whoah has she led us on a chase. We’re keeping up, but barely. She really jams.
While going down these stairs in the DIA parking garage,
she slipped through here,
and dived into this maze:
Almost lost her right there. But we managed to hold on, though barely.
Did I mention that Oxadrenals has begged us not to give away that we’re following her? He didn’t say why, but I assume it’s because this is no game to her, and she’ll kill if necessary. (More soon) — Flyss
We discussed it and decided it’s OK to post this “photograph” of our ghost child in downtown Denver. I think I Photoshopped her enough that no one would recognize her from the picture.
She’s one hell of a fast babe. And judging by the places she’s looking at, she’s trying to link up with the Blue&blacks. Does that mean she’s a True Immortal and not a Hafeem? Don’t know.
(As always, click on the photo to see the details.)
She went straightaway from there to check out most of the places we showed in this thread, cracking the initial code right away and then apparently finding some messages we missed, because she went straight from the bricked in relic to this newer building, which is just above the walkway pictured in that thread.
She fiddled around inside for ten minutes, appearing briefly in a second floor window, then left for this parking garage across and down the street:
She looked for something on the ceiling of the garage, in the automatic fire extinguisher piping as shown here:
But at the end I think she didn’t find what she wanted, and she looked frustrated as hell. She got back on her bike and roared out of there. (Continued in my next post) — Flyss
Readers of this blog will remember those factories. Some of them used to sport armed guards. Others were missing from maps, or described incorrectly on them. These were associated with a set of tunnels beneath a freeway underpass, as well as a peculiar looking dish-shaped object. Then a person we nicknamed “The Servant” visited them, and they all shut down. To summarize a long story, it appears that once there were Immortals in residence at these places but they all left for Santa Clara county where they joined other Immortals moving down from San Francisco.
But our ghost child knew something we didn’t know.
She walked partway down a path that I’d walked down myself a few months back:
Then she reached into the wire mesh and pull something out. A message? Directions? Anyway, I never looked behind that mesh.
She certainly looked a lot happier as she sped away, but she didn’t go any slower. (More soon) — Flyss
I’ve often wondered why the Immortals have shown connections to so many industrial sites, especially that whole series of factories. Possibly because such factories represent old industry — in other words, old wealth.
In any case, as Flyss described in her last post, the person we are still simply calling “our ghost child” picked up a clue or a message at a drop site situated near one such factory. (That one has now been abandoned by the Immortals, but it was active not very long ago, and had already been investigated to some extent by Flyss.)
From there, the ghost child traveled directly to yet another factory, one that hadn’t come to our attention before. It’s an enormous natural-gas fired power plant that supplies its clean power to much of Northern Colorado.
She stood for awhile and reconned it from a short distance.
Then she made her way up to the door pictured in this closeup.
She entered the factory via this door, but did not emerge again, nor did she return to her motorcycle by any other route. We nearly lost contact with her at this point, and the fact that we did not is due to a combination of new technology and mere luck. (continued in my next post) — Strattera
She never came out of the door, and did not return to her motorcycle by any other route. However, after about twenty minutes a series of loaded semi-trailers emerged from the plant. Often in groups of three or more.
By way of Oxadrenals, we have the use of technology that is partially effective at scanning inside containers and similar objects. Luck was on our side, and we found her one of the few trucks that we managed to effectively scan.
(In our defense, let me add that we are hindered operationally by the instruction that under no circumstances must she discover that she’s being followed. No doubt Oxadrenals has good reason for this stricture, but it is still a complication.)
She’s heading north now. – Strattera (continued here)
I know it’s getting in your way taking extra precautions not not to be seen. But you gotta. The reason is not so much that she’d shoot you if she saw you, like Flyss wrote. It’s more likely that she’d turn right around and leave the country. (Well, maybe she’d shoot you first and then flee the country.) It’s very bad form to arrive at a meeting with an Immortal bringing along some mortal hangers on, and if she did she wouldn’t get a very friendly welcome.
I’ll explain more about all that later. In the mean time, keep on your toes, and be ready to run if things go bad! This is a dangerous game. — Oxadrenals. (thread continued here)
A brief update to Strattera’s post.
We’re following a female person who may or may not be a True Immortal. She is now in the driver’s seat of a large semitrailer going north on I25 toward Cheyenne.
I am sick of calling her “our ghost child,” and from now on I will refer to her as “Speed Demon.”
She’s really hard to follow all on her own, and even more so since we can’t let her know she has a tail. Stephen is helping us from on high (eg., via Internet- and other computer-based analysis), Kate is doing some unknown Kate stuff, and Strattera and I are sleeping in shifts. If our posts look like rough drafts, and we don’t seem to be responding to comments and emails the way we usually do, this is why. — Flyss (continued here)
She almost lost us again. Not that she’s trying to lose us. We’re pretty sure we haven’t given ourselves away. She’s just professional about how she does things.
She parked at this restaurant in Cheyenne and sat at a table inside.
Only, it was a fakeout. Five minutes later she ducked out the back, hopped onto a tractor-trailer with no trailer, and headed west.
Obviously, someone placed the tractor there for her. But, still, she seems to be operating mostly on her own.
Following her on the freeway is a challenge, since we don’t know where she might turn off. We have people “following ahead,” but to do this impeccably we’d need dozens of helpers and we don’t have that many. So this is kind of a wish and a prayer now. — Flyss (continued here)
After her nap, she’s moving again, driving through the wide open Wyoming countryside.
These things are along the side of the road everywhere. What the heck are they?
P.S. Some reader suggested it’s a fence. But if so, it’s a weird one. It has multiple layers, and it sticks out in different directions. I thought I took a picture that captures the weirdness, but all I can find is the one below, that shows a single extra layer.
Instead of just the two, imagine dozens of extra layers scattered here and there, because that’s what’s out there. Trust me, it’s not just a fence!
–Flyss (Continued here.)
In my last post, I wistfully mentioned wishing we could put a GPS tracker in her truck. Sigh for the good old days when I did that right and left.
But, as if that would have worked with Speed Demon. She never went back to her truck. Someone must have stashed a motorcycle for her among those windmills, because she’s on one now. And she’s not on the Interstate anymore either.
Strattera has a theory about where she’s going, and so we’re going to “follow ahead” by ensconcing ourselves there. Wish us luck! — Flyss (continued here)
(continued from here)
At some future time, I hope to speculate on the reasons why she might do so. But for now I will confine myself to reporting what occurred.
The road Speed Demon took as she left the windfarm eventually intersects this set of HV lines.
Flyss and I followed them to where they left the road,
and camped for the night behind a fenceline, in hopes she would pass by.
She did in fact do so. But we couldn’t safely follow her, and could merely radio the others. They’ve spread out ahead. –Strattera (Continued here)
Possible lead via one of our expert consultants.
A woman who matches Speed Demon’s description stopped at this possible drop box approximately two hours ago:
The box is located at a plausible distance from where we observed her pass in the night, and, moreover, it’s set not too far from a secondary line that branches off from the HV lines she’d been following.
Of course, at this distance, there are dozens of secondary lines that branch off from the primary. This may be a false lead. But it’s all we have left. — Strattera (continued here)
We were doing great, catching up to her last known location in record time, and cruising up after her.
But then we hit this:
I was in that stubborn mood you get in when you know you’ve lost, and I hiked on up three miles to the front of the traffic jam.
We’re still pretty sure she didn’t know that anyone in particular was following her. So this was just one more fine piece of trade craft: setting the the forest on fire behind her to snarl the roads for miles and make sure no one could follow her.
Speed Demon, I gotta hand it to you: You know what you’re doing. I hope I meet you some day.
With all respect. – Flyss (thread continued here)
and her vital power.
A Great One who plummets into our world
like a shooting star / lands upright/ reads clues and messages
Flies like a winged god through the wide spaces of Wyoming
And disappears / Leaving only
a cloak of smoke and fire.
She is hidden in our world now.
A Hidden Immortal!
Beautiful and raw
Attired part as woman, part as man.
Sensual, earthly but beyond the earthy land.
Her kiss like fire / her grip like steel
The power of a man to fight and of a woman to feel.
Or of a man to feel and a woman to fight!
She is a True Immortal, made of fire and of light.
So, Kate, you’ve decided she really was a True Immortal? We weren’t sure, but you seem to be sure. — Flyss
(Don’t feel bad! He’s been doing this for annums upon annums.) — Oxadrenals
P.S. She’s been doing it for a heck of a lot more annums than that. I saw that some of you guys out there had certain ideas flit through your anatomy. But I have reason to believe a certain detail might intimidate those thoughts a wee bit:
Cool, huh? Does that change how you feel at all? — Ox