tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59618742024-03-12T21:48:49.602-07:00International House of JoeThe On-line Blog of the insights and activities of Joe Domikaitis.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-76480644910335633452012-10-12T07:17:00.002-07:002012-10-12T07:17:55.372-07:00Low RoadDay 100
The sun shone through the window.
A young girl was sitting on a chair listening to her ipod.
It was once her mothers.
Her father had saved her life. That's what she was told.
She had slept through it all.
"Do you want bacon with your eggs dear?" the voice came from the kitchen
It was a familiar voice to her.
She sat at the table applying her black lipstick and black mascara.
"Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-33225516923578089022012-10-11T19:00:00.000-07:002012-10-11T19:00:39.519-07:00Low RoadDay 99
She had known that look. She started to back away.
He could not control the rage.
"I loved you." he said.
"Why?" Roger said.
Rachael started to sob. The one that had controlled so many and created a reality for some was now reduced to a normal person. The person she had always wanted to be with emotions and feelings.
"I just wanted us to be a family." she said.
"The Organization Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-10256177064261696082012-10-10T23:29:00.000-07:002012-10-10T23:29:08.833-07:00Low RoadDay 98
"She's gone." Roger said. "And it's because of you and your plans!" he shouted.
"My whole life has been a lie. You killed the only thing I love!" he shouted louder.
The rage was filling him.
He was turning red.
The hate was consuming him.
His tears seemed to emit steam.
He wanted his daughter back.
He wanted his wife back.
But she had stolen all of that
From him.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-25963587326135685882012-10-09T19:30:00.001-07:002012-10-09T19:30:40.859-07:00Low RoadDay 97
Roger and his daughter arrived with the teacher at the underground head quarters.
Rachael was waiting there. She had her headphones in her ears and the suitcase next to her at the platform.
She wanted to be reunited.
As the door opened the other agent pushed dRoger and the child out the door. She then pushed ...
Her last
Breath
Out of her
Lungs.
She had been shot.
"That is for Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-64989669410934214722012-10-08T17:50:00.001-07:002012-10-08T17:50:22.925-07:00Low RoadDay 96
His father reached the platform underneath the headquarters.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a detonation device.
"This is not the end." he said. Just then there was an explosion.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-46396716606036842982012-10-05T06:45:00.001-07:002012-10-05T06:45:45.646-07:00Low RoadDay 95
"It pays to have friends," she said to herself.
Her husband was delivered to her underground bunker.
She was the new director.
The truth is she was always the director.
That is why they all looked like fakes year after year.
They were her decoys.
She had created the confusion
and the delusion.
But for some reason
She just couldn't let go
Of him.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-61255154013457236352012-10-05T06:45:00.000-07:002012-10-05T06:45:21.459-07:00Low RoadDay 94
Her nails scratched the harsh words away.
Her thoughts were clouded.
She had escaped under neath the train.
She had a secret passageway that lead to the true headquarters of the organization.
Her husband was being led there.
Unknown to him.
Her daughter was sleeping safety.
Reunited.
At last.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-25863194569629021762012-10-05T06:44:00.000-07:002012-10-05T06:44:54.397-07:00Low RoadDay 93
She put her headphones on.
She put her black lipstick on.
She put her gun on.
She put it all into it.
She wanted them all to pay.
She wanted her child back.
She wanted them all to see.
This was the end
of everything that they made her
To be.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-52312075987817979362012-10-04T18:17:00.000-07:002012-10-04T18:17:48.798-07:00Low RoadDay 92
When a dead woman reemerges no one sees it coming.
There was no funeral.
There was only pain.
She did this all for them.
She destroyed it all for them.
She gave up her life for them.
She had taken it as far as she could.
She wanted out.
She wanted it all
To come out.
Once and for all.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-73883114163890064752012-10-03T19:40:00.000-07:002012-10-03T19:40:02.152-07:00Low RoadDay 91
He felt furious at himself.
So few could turn back the clock.
He walked into a secure area.
The secret room.
He pushed the elevator button.
He was leaving.
He may never see his son again
Alive.
But at least he would die with his
Self respect.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-23931797606900661562012-10-02T19:04:00.000-07:002012-10-02T19:04:43.535-07:00Low RoadDay 90
He had given up on trying to make sense of it.
It was all still unclear.
None of the connections lined up.
Nothing made sense.
and that was the point.
That was how the Organization worked.
His wife would be the new director.
He had made it happen.
He had been double crossed.
They all had.
There was nothing left to lose.
and now one father
had one cohice left.
A fight for to Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-70411220380688768912012-10-01T21:43:00.000-07:002012-10-01T21:43:02.816-07:00Low RoadDay 89
Internal Memo :
The number was blurred out.
The plans were revealed.
His son needed to know the truth.
The whole thing was staged.
His wife was not dead.
He was double crossed.
and now he was the one that was in danger.
He had led his boy here.
To his own death.
His own demise.
He was trying to hold it together.
The emotions.
The years.
and the tears.
This was the last lie.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-48827976008834839492012-09-28T05:09:00.000-07:002012-09-28T05:09:01.584-07:00Low RoadDay 88
Headquarters.
They were almost there.
"There had been a siege. There is no word on your father." the doppelganger said.
"That doesn't mean anything," Roger said out loud but inside he was worried about his father.
His daughter slept next to him through the entire ride.
As they approached the first barricade they were reunited with resistance fighters. Old friend from the war of long Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-65302880078456432182012-09-28T05:03:00.001-07:002012-09-28T05:04:49.819-07:00Low RoadDay 87
As the car sped away the glow in the rear view showed what looked like an apocalypse.
"They could be trailing us." he said.
"Nope. I rigged the place. As soon as they enter the station there will be an exp...
The sound of an explosion could be heard through the forest.
They made their way onto the freeway and into the night they drove.
Their destination.
The Organization.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-82388631018947928202012-09-28T05:00:00.002-07:002012-09-28T05:00:24.653-07:00Low RoadDay 86
"We need to get out of here."
Just then the girl was injected with something to make her sleep.
This was all too much for her to take.
A flood of emotions.
Washed over the pain.
Of years of regret.
He was reunited with the other agent who had taken his daughter to safety.
and the one who had taught and protected her.
The three of them were together.
and his daughter.
"I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-37366292492019222542012-09-28T04:52:00.001-07:002012-09-28T04:52:45.776-07:00Low RoadDay 85
"Christopher."
He hadn't seen him since the war. He was thought to have been killed by the Organization, but the pictures brought him to a point of ...
Hope.
It was all he had left.
They had shared a lot of good times as well as a lot of battles.
They had almost reconnected ...
Once.
When Rachael went missing. He had someone on the inside looking out for her.
He had heard that Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-30103396854921896632012-09-28T04:47:00.003-07:002012-09-28T04:47:55.548-07:00Low RoadDay 85
As they busted through the door to the office. The director was already dead.
On his desk were a collection of pictures. They were pictures cut out of celebrities who looked like the people in the organization. These pictures were attached to the desk with magnets.
He was confused for a minute and then realized what it all meant.
There were only two people he knew who did this sort of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-25902160738214023282012-09-28T04:42:00.000-07:002012-09-28T04:42:14.006-07:00Low RoadDay 84
"I just want it over!!!!!" he commanded.
It needed to end.
"Sir. It's your son. He is in position. The threat is growing on the ground. We must move now." the soldier reported.
"Proceed." he said.
His body was frail from the years. He looked strong on the outside but he was barely surviving. The only thing that kept him pushing himself forward was love.
His wife had suffered the sameJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-5634134239300304512012-09-25T21:31:00.000-07:002012-09-25T21:31:08.863-07:00Low RoadDay 83
As she lay there he plead with her with his daughter crying by his side.
He told her that he loved her and the reasons he did what he did.
He told her the plan. What was going to happen. How it was all going to end. How she was going to be the new Director. That was his gift to her. People needed to believe that they were dead. Even though they found out that they were alive since they Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-63776864080458232762012-09-25T21:26:00.002-07:002012-09-25T21:26:15.575-07:00Low RoadDay 82
Her frame had remained the same. She was his daughters teacher. She was his...
Sister.
"I'm so glad to see you. We need to get her."
"She will be o.k. The Commander sent back up." "We need to get out of here before more agents arrive. We are on our own until we get to headquarters." she said.
Rachael looked stunned.
"Rachael I always knew you worked for the agency. I just needed to Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-17352364471318793112012-09-25T21:12:00.000-07:002012-09-25T21:12:25.825-07:00Low RoadDay 81
As the plane crossed through the clouds a haze could be seen on each side.
The destination was nearing. He began to have second thoughts but he knew what he had to do.
"The attack has begun." the soldier next to him reported.
"Excellent." he said.
As the headquarters of the Organization were over taken by rebel soldiers he was about to land. His job was easy. He was the commander. He Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-7417342551857586912012-09-25T21:06:00.001-07:002012-09-25T21:06:26.487-07:00Low RoadDay 80
The voice spoke only for a moment. One word.
"Now."
The man picked up his coat from the chair and walked to a door.
As he exited he was flanked by solidiers at each side.
He placed a beret on his head and the patch over his eye spoke to the tragedy that he had endured when he was his own sons age.
"Sir." The lituenant said.
"This is it. We will be at the destination in 0200 hours."
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-24660122921564334892012-09-25T21:02:00.001-07:002012-09-25T21:02:12.987-07:00Low RoadDay 79
In an office half way around the world a man sat waiting for a call. A call from his son. Someone he had cared for all his life.
His son had at one time been a solider. Then he had gone home from the war. He met a girl, they got married, they had a daughter. But now the times were darker. The night was pitch black. The sighs for air coming from his lungs were shallower by the day.
All Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-78429979509832591002012-09-20T21:30:00.001-07:002012-09-20T21:30:27.798-07:00Low RoadDay 78
As the girl was running she passed bodies of agents. Somehow this one person had destroyed those who were trying to hurt her. People would tell her one day that he was an evil man. Or that he was crazy. But she knew in her heart that he was the one who knew all along where the path lie.
That he alone.
Was the one.
Who would help to lead her home.
As she passed through the doors of theJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961874.post-57057811685893193942012-09-19T22:40:00.002-07:002012-09-19T22:40:52.695-07:00Low RoadDay 77
"You can't trust anyone little one. Remember that. People will turn on you. I hate to be the one to tell you."
"I wasn't aiming for you. I was aiming for them." the mysterious figured said.
Just then a group of agents surround the outskirts of the train station. They were armed and they were outnumbered.
The little girl knew that she would be reunited with her parents one way or Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693672094099929668noreply@blogger.com