No More I’s Capitalized… Just the You’s.

- 12:30 -

So last night I was working for some sort of humongous company whose job it was to find certain people. They had tons of different divisions, but the whole company was kept a big secret. And at the head of this company was one man who was pretty famous. He was on the tv all the time and he had all sorts of rallies and stuff, but I never actually met him - my boss.

Anyway, I was working in this baseball division. Haha.

Let me explain.

Our boss had started a nation-wide adult baseball league. Kind of like slow pitch softball, only it was competitive, and, you know, baseball.

They hired Jordan and I to play on a special team as pitcher and catcher. Our team played in leagues everywhere, pretty much a game a day. All the people on our team were working for this company, and our job is to look through this big list of people we were given, and then while we’re at these games, listen for the announcer to say a name of a person on the list. If we found someone, one of us were supposed to “small talk” and make friends with them afterwards, and try to find out as much as we could about them, and then report everything to the people higher up. The best thing to do was be invited over for drinks after the games so that we could find out where they live. We were supposed to keep cameras with us and sneak pictures at every possible moment.

So at the end of one of the work weeks, our team calls a ‘business’ party kind of thing for the people working in our division. I go and hang out a bit at the party, which is at some kind of secretive office. But after a little bit, three of the people there tell me that they’re going to go to our boss’s house, and asked me if I wanted to join.

Like I said, our boss was a very well-known man with TONS of power, and I had never met him before. So I didn’t miss a chance to go meet him.

I follow the three people in my jeep, alone, to our boss’s house. When I get in, I shake his hand and talk just a bit, and then set off in search of a bathroom. I find a door, but when I open it, it leads downstairs, and my curiosity takes hold and I go down. About halfway down the stairs, though, I start to see these big glass chambers spread out through a humongous basement. In the middle of each chamber are big steel tables. On some of the tables lie people. All naked and some very bloody and mutilated. I feel sick, but I turn to my right and see an Indian dude strapped to a table in a chamber closest to me, who is screaming. I recognize him as one of the people I had made friends with at a baseball game and then reported. Another guy in a doctor’s outfit had a mask and gloves on with a knife in his hand. I took a few quick pictures of the place, and ran back upstairs. I felt horrible now knowing that I was helping round up people to be tortured.

Monday came around, and I didn’t know what to do about quitting. I went to one last game somewhere in the south. While I was dressed and at the fields with the team, I see Laura Roberts (an instructor from MAD camp) who sees me and comes to say hi. We talk for a little while, but she seems somewhat paranoid. I ask her about it, and she says that the end times have started. She asks me if I’ve heard of the man who is my boss. Keeping my cool, I say that I’ve seen him around on television, but I didn’t know much about him.

She then tells me that she (along with many other people in her underground movement) is sure that my boss is the Antichrist. She says, “We’re starting to figure out that they have secret organizations that track Christians down and torture them.

I suddenly felt horrible and knew I had to quit and run away immediately. I don’t know how he didn’t find out I was Christian.

I talk to Jordan in the locker room about splitting, and he says that we shouldn’t be talking about such things. We get in a big argument, and he keeps saying that we’d never get away if we wanted. The man or his people would find us. I asked him how, and he told me to look in the seem of my pants. Once I did, I found a mic sewn in there, and realized that our whole conversation had been heard.

Finally, we decided to run in the jeep with Jordan, me, and another guy. The last thing I remember is the other dude, (whose name I think is peter), saw a camera attached to my car as we drove. He reached out the window and pulled it off, but within a few minutes, we were being chased.