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More than twelve buses had stopped in that station since early morning, yet the couple had refused to leave the boiling bench. Apparently they had no intention to do so as well. He had put a chair behind the window and kept watching them through the friendly curtain. The two enemies treated like they were inspecting the situation for a particular purpose, which could be as destructive as a detailed assassination.

The way they held each others' hands would by no means be interpreted as if they were lovers. That was a firm hold on their purposed unity, something which could vanish only after a defined achievement.

They were professionals.

Two hours ago, at almost 10 AM, he sent his miniature dog with an IWP (Instant Wonders Probe) necklace around his neck down on the street and got such serious alarms which revealed that at least the man was thinking far beyond his own privacy. The monitor in his hand clearly showed that what the man's brain was trying to analyze would not be traceable in a wide area around them. Also, a colorful dissonance had appeared on the screen to add up to the odds for an opposing doctrine to be feeding their secret movement.

At some similar cases, however, the police had recently discovered some clarifying examples of what they considered to be "a series of crawling conspiracies":

Once, an 85 year old woman was reported to have enrolled in a pilot school. When taken arrested to the peak of a normal heel for a test, she proved to have been suffering from chronic acrophobia!

In another example, a seven year old girl with a football in her hand was witnessed, while girls are usually supposed to be more interested in dolls in general!

Even once an underground musical band played in a foreign language with an audience count of seventeen teenagers!

Then, some friendly society analyzers noticed that a surrealistic, disguised method of protest had started to prevail among people.

One strange thing about the couple was that all morning they had kept staring at a single spot in front of them – both of them staring at a single point. This could be the most distracting and shrewd part of their plot, since it inhibited an obvious defiance of a fundamental rule of any secret mission which assigns that the front-liners should avoid from any surrounding attention.

Thus, the couple must have been more than simple performers, may be a leading unit which shelters in an invisible security fence. In other words, they might be not to DO something down there, but to utter a single WORD of command at an appropriate moment to push an evading force forwards towards the target. And this deserves more caution as someone may try to approach them.

Such confidence in their silence is also a sign of a bigger threat. Missions like this are often structured on long term strategies. They cost a lot, so they ought to be perfect enough.

A series of seemingly private family lectures could gather a big number of followers over a two year's time. The bad thing is that they actually do NOTHING, so they won't be easily discovered, or in few times realized.

The woman's crying was so deep also.

Both of them were staring at a single spot.
At times in the history, human being has even talked to birds. The way they treated the environment expressed their dissatisfaction with a majority of situational factors. It seemed hard to checkmark what they wanted to change indeed, so he called a friendly philosopher:

"In a bare insight, Instincts are the hugest forces against intentions to control. That's always true, in an isolated human self or as in a socially general doctrine"

The philosopher made the point.

He had to make another phone call.

***

A flying little girl came down to them.

The couple rose.

A bus stopped at the station. It drove away. The couple burst in cry. Still, they couldn't believe how a big red car had smashed their honey bird away; couldn't figure out how the wind had come to blow her white and green umbrella; couldn't help getting drawn in her sound of laughter, in her last moments of the summer evening.


The End

Publication Date: 09-29-2009

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