Re: Creedo gets kicked out of time travel:
The Time/Mass/Motion consortium was still alive and well in the world.
But if there is one thing that is always "THE truth" about the universe, it is that things change. Seasons change. People change. The thought was so powerful in his mind that OvrLrd was humming that tune out loud as the limo left Schiphol on its way to Arnhem.
"The point is that Creedo is always modifying his thinking... he's changing, and it is getting harder for us to stay ahead of him" warned OvrLrd. He stared quite seriously into Rainman's eyes, and then shifted the same steely gaze to Roel. "I mean seriously, if he knew the three of us were together right now, on our way to do what we are going to do, he would already be on the doorstep of the Angelic Hierarchy."
Rainman looked over at Roel as he finished his second Heinekin. "(Burp) Well, IMHO, I think I have done more than my share of luring him and baiting him on TTI. You remember that pact we made long ago when we met on TTI, Roel? It was about Creedo... and how we would handle him. Do you remember the protocol from those days?"
Of course Roel remembered. How could he have forgotten something like that? It lead Roel to enact operation Chrono to keep Creedo focused on the Titor affair. If we couldn't keep Creedo focused on Titor, there would be no hope to get the world out of its drastic predicament. Roel pondered how well that part of the joint operations had worked out, "If it weren't for Trollface showing up when he did, without any of us expecting it, Creedo would have disengaged. Trollface getting the goods on Chrono is what kept Creedo on the trail. I still owe him some favors for joining the team!"
"But do you think Creedo even suspects that Trollface is involved with the activities that OvrLrd and I are working on?" questioned Rainman. "If he does, he will be smart enough to follow that trail. I really hope that CAT mixing it up with Trollface kept him off that trail. Only TIME will tell that tale."
The words of Roel and Rainman drifted into the back of OvrLrd's mind as he stared out into the crystal clear night sky. He looked at the belt of Orion. And he was worried sick about the Pleidians. If they didn't intercept that ship on its way to resupply the Greys on Mars, there was going to be hell to pay at NASA. "God Speed to you Transient" prayed OvrLrd out loud. "May your holy mission come to fruition."
"Gentlemen, we are almost at the exit for Arnhem" announced Roel. "I am sure Nicknack will be glad to see you, since he has only had me to talk to over the last two days since he arrived. You know how I sort of get glazed over in the eyes when he starts to talk that God stuff. Maybe the 3 of you can meditate together and get that out of your system", he grinned as the limo veered off the highway. Rainman and OvrLrd both laughed out loud. The sound of 3 beer bottles clinking along with the laughter signaled the culmination of 2 long years worth of painful Net-work.
The next 48 hours would be critical, and they were not going to be easy on anyone. But the prep work that OvrLrd & Rainman had laid down before they left LA would commence once that jet got back to LAX. If the phone call they all expected came through by 8AM, the SpaceTime rift would be armed, and the final solution would all depend on their upcoming operations in Zurich.
Nicknack beamed a smile as the sleek car drove up to the modest residence. He had something in his hand, but OvrLrd couldn't quite make out what it was...