Mana in the Modern World non illustrated version Read Free

You….. Jill, what wealth do you have? From his memories
Bob believes your organization’s wealth is on a shoestring,
whatever that is.”
    “Yes, this operation to free you has cost
almost all our funds. Looks like it is time to maybe rob a bank or
someplace with lots of cash,” says Jill. “I will help with that as
we will need much more money to grow and defeat this ‘England’ that
Bob seems to truly hate. In truth I feel the Mana is stronger
again, things will be much easier now as I learned much while on
the other side.” Jill looks like she wants to ask about ‘The Other
World’ but quickly decides to keep mum for now.
    “We will do some smaller robberies to build
up funds to get more and better weapons before anything large. This
will also allow more time to acquaint myself with Bob’s memories of
this time. What is this internet and adult sites I find plentiful
in his memories?” asks NB.
    When the relief arrives the next morning the
scene causes quite a stir. The old Sergeant loosely remembers
fighting a masked raider and is sure he managed to knife him at
least once. A faint trail of blood, not the sergeants, led from the
tent to a larger blood pool and then to the Altar and where the
bodies were burned. Forensic techs could not understand what could
cause such a hot fire to actually burn the bodies, including the
bones and blood on the ground, to ash.
***
Twelve months before present time
Williams, Arizona, USA
    Ty Heppner wanted to be out celebrating his
29th birthday today. But O no, here he was, stuck on the evening
shift, at the convenience store and gas station, almost in the
middle of Deadsville, Arizona. Besides he was broke, …again. “Hell
of a way to spend my birthday. My head feeling full to bursting
ain’t helping neither. Sure hope nothing was wrong with that weed I
smoked like maybe it was laced with a bit of LSD. Gave me a good
buzz tho. Maybe that is why out of the corner of my eyes I keep
seeing small things moving. Spookier than shit too, stuff sometimes
seeming to be moving toward me like that.”
    Ty starts getting really irritated thinking
about the mess the last customer made and that he had to clean it
up and for only slightly more than minimum wage! He begins
muttering to himself, “I been here almost three years and had only
two raises and those together amounted to only total 35 cents an
hour! And today that idiot spilled two gallons of gas filling up a
one gallon container! Then refuses to pay for what he spilled until
the cop came by! People like that should be SHOT!”
    A sharp pain in his head almost dropped him
to the floor as a loud ‘slap’ sounded behind him on the counter.
Quickly spinning around he sees there no one is there! Not even in
the store or outside. But there is a gun magazine on the counter.
“What the fuck, over!” No cameras to check as the cheapskate owner
only put in fakes. “Easy Ty, there has to be an explanation. Think
man think.” Looking at the magazine with the pistol on the cover he
continues, “I was pissed and thinking about shooting those kind of
people. I was wanting a gun real bad and that pain in the
head?”
    The pain was now fading, ‘I wonder’… he tried
‘wanting’, visualizing the girly magazine in the rack to be on the
counter. Another sharp pain in the head and slap… the magazine
appeared on the counter! Suddenly feeling very sick to his stomach
and quite weak he set, almost collapsed, onto his stool. A customer
came in a couple minutes later so, being there was only 45 minutes
left on his shift, he decides to think about this more on this at
home. Besides his head was hurting a lot worst.
    By shifts end Ty’s headache had receded to a
fading dull throb. Once home he quickly found that the headaches
got worse and he felt more tired when he did several ‘grabs’ close
together. Finally he had to stop and rest as he was getting bad
sick to his stomach. He crawled into bed and into an exhausted
sleep.
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