Project Twinkle. That's all it said. Two

Project Twinkle. That's all it said. Two words. Simple. His jittering hand left sweat prints on the paper. A drop of blood fell on it. "Project Twinkle?" The words seemed to
make no sense, and yet he knew what they meant. His next assignment was to assassinate his daughter. Incomprehensible, but true. As Executive Chancellor she was powerful. Too power
ful for the Extraterran Cartel. Her "Earth first" policy threatened their monopoly on solar system resources. The message capsule dissolved. Liquidate his sister, Chancellor Grace?
"No," replied the emperor. "I have an even more devious plan for her. Muahaha. Muahahaha! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!"
"More devious than saying pork rinds are trans fat-free when they actually have .4 grams?" "Exactly as devious," said the emperor, "because that's exactly what I want her to do."
She had no choice, you see. If the emperor said this is what he wanted her to say, then she had to say it. "Pork rinds are trans fat-free." she declared, but her eyes betrayed the
lemons. So the violet rose was killing for her; her carrot could betray the queen of Delphia. So, they went across the lake to see what was happening & a little girl was in the mud
then she woke up from that weird dream about vegetables and flowers, wondering why she bothered to read Alice and Wonderland right be before. Instead she should have been taking a
sedative and falling into a deep, comforting sleep. The days' chaos wore on her, and she needed a vacation. But the police counted on her profiling expertise and she wanted to be a
far distance from her work as a professional bigot. Denigrating people based on superstitious demographics got old, but it made finding a vacation spot just as hectic.

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Finished: 2013-07-19 01:14:40

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