Chapter I

“Someone left behind a large amount of water sir.”

“We’ll set up here for the night then. Get the shield blankets in place. Any contact from Lt. Babcock?”

“No sir. Amelia hasn’t returned from her perimeter search though.”

“You’re dismissed. Report back if you uncover anything.”

As the tall figure sits down he takes in his surroundings. Building looks to have been abandoned for some time, but the five drums of water says otherwise. No signs of scorching though or any of the other tale tell signs that anything amiss happened. The peeled pain on the walls and thick layer of dust covering the decayed furniture is comforting.

Supplies are his main concern. Water they needed, but unless they find food soon an ocean’s worth of freshwater won’t be of any service. One hundred ounces of protein mix is all that’s left for 5 people. They’re down to the last two charge packs. Soon the shield blankets will provide no protection. Getting out alive cost them all their ammunition. They have to rely on the edge weaponry just as the ancestors did long ago.

It’s been two weeks since they had to leave the safe house. Ronald paid for his mistake though. His corpse will be a message to any of the other cells that the site has been compromised. Not that it does any good…

Amelia entered the room, a steel safe in tow.

“I’ve found something sir. Broke my last pick set trying to open it though.”

“Let me give it a try.”

After a few tries the lock finally gave way. Inside were many stacks of cash. Worthless.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Have you checked every room?”

“Yes. Found some old computers, a few faded scraps of paper, but nothing else. I think whoever left the water here was just using this place as a makeshift hiding place. I don’t think they ever left the basement after depositing them there. Found no footprints or any other signs of disturbance anywhere else.”

“What does your gut say?”

“This place isn’t safe sir. We’re still too close to the capitol. Lord Jaconis’ scanners have passed by 6 times in the 12 hours we’ve been here.”

“He won’t expect us to get closer. He won’t send any patrols in to check. As long as we avoid the scanners we’re safe. As far as he knows we died of frost in the mountains, unless he’s found a way to develop esp.”

“We have enough power for maybe two more days, after that the blankets will be useless. What then sir?”

“That’s what I’m debating. For now let’s hope Lt. Babcock comes through. He suggested this area.”

“Another reason I don’t trust this place sir. It was his brigade that brought down the safe house.”

“That is his job. Ronald was the one who brought attention to where we were. Babcock had no choice. He gave us what little opening he could to flee, but a price had to be paid. Keep that in mind, there’s always a receipt.”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

The man went back to the desk. He rifled through the drawers, more faded papers and files. Looks like this used to be a finical institution of some sort. He spots a date on the corner, 6/18/2021. That means they’re not close to the capitol, but in it. The date of ascension. This had to be one of the first places evacuated. Poor bastards had no idea what they were in for…

It was at this moment he found a treasure- an old tablet. He held the power button down. As he expected nothing. They were still using lipo packs when it was made. Fact it wasn’t puffed out or burned meant the battery was intact. This gave him some hope and project to pass the time as he waited for Lt. Babcock.


This month needs to end…

Mario is home. He’s hasn’t eaten yet (not through lack of us trying), but he refuses to take his meds. Not sure when I’ll get to another podcast, may not be until Vapor Reporter on Saturday. Just taking it one day at a time. Know what I want to talk about, but not sure if I can get through it without breaking down. I’ll only say this, when someone who has nothing notices you’re upset and gives you a hug and offers their prayer (yes I know how weird that sounds from me, but I get where they’re coming from) and sympathy for your dog it truly shows the best side of humanity. Makes sense- money is the great ruin-er, those without are not tainted by the greed is breeds…. This month has been just a shitty for quite a few of my friends, and for their dogs. One of my best friends learned how much rattle snake anti-venom costs per vial and how much is needed for a 40 lbs four legged kid… And that was just the tip of his iceberg… So yeah, this month needs to end. Thank you all for your support, and for listening to my dumbass meander on about whatever. All I ask is please share Mario’s fundrazr page and send positive energy his way. Sleeping Mario

Morning shows are awful….

Well not all, but the ones on terrestrial radio sure as hell are. This morning my boss decided to listen to WPGC on a radio loud enough that even with my headphones the craptasticalness of it still bled through. This lead to a small twitter exchange-

No response back on the last reply as you can see. Not really shocked. Radio used to be fueled by controversy. Howard Stern (who I’m not a fan of) was the biggest guy in radio in the modern era because of the terrible things that would come out of his mouth on the air. He was kicked off the airways here in DC because of how much of nightmare he was to management. His antics brought in equal amounts of fan and hate mail. At the time of his departure though, he had tripled the ratings at WWDC. The more outlandish he was, the higher the ratings. His suspensions only furthered people’s interests as he went to new markets. Same could be said for Opie and Anthony. Every time they pushed the envelope their ratings went up with it. It wasn’t until the Sex for Sam incident where Infinity broadcasting pretty much suspended them for 2 1/2 years that the show stopped gaining popularity. Ratings were what brought in ADs…

The game changed though when Don Imus said three little words “Nappy Headed Ho’s”. Almost every radio DJ jumped up called for his firing. I still remember my co-worker at the time listening to Russ Parr on WKYS the next morning and hearing the entire cast of the show screaming about the need to fire him. A show that would constantly make Asian jokes and do the hacky accent (only acceptable in this day and age if you have a puppet named Chinky- RIP you loveable piece of felt).

This is what changed radio. Hosts no longer stood up for another’s right to Free Speech. They told the advertisers it was OK to pull out on a show despite it’s ratings. They brought their own house down when they set Imus’s on fire. It has only gotten worse every year since. Sirius is almost as bad, and I give them 4 years before they’re exactly the same. Why I was happy “Race Wars” is still on iTunes and SoundCloud because I know at some point they’re going to have an issue with something Kurt or Sherrod sirs says. Podcasts are the last vestige of free speech and creative content out there, only problem is making a living from them is much harder as of this moment. Why so many people give up on doing them after a while. I digress though.

There’s many to blame for what radio has become. The FCC, Bill Clinton, and the heads of the broadcasting corporations all have a share in it. What has been overlooked is a majority of radio hosts are just as guilty as the rest. They opened the door for ratings to no longer matter, what was important is that no one sends in any complaints regarding content.