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Just outside Cognito...
“This is the end of days!!!” Andre gasped in horror.
“You can’t seriously be doing this!” Gigi pleaded.
“Don’t abandon us! IT COULD LEAD TO ARMAGEDDON!!!” Glenn begged while he was on his knees hugging Reagan’s Legs.
“Guys, I’m just heading for a boot camp training with the other RADICAL MODs for two weeks at a classified facility offworld. I’m sure you can survive without me.” Reagan sighed while Brett brought her the last of her luggage.
“Reagan, as your boss, I order you not to go on this trip!” Rand ordered her.
“Well, by orders of Huggin Molly, your boss, I have to go.” Reagan reminded him, “Thanks, Brett. Look, the Acolytes will still be here, and they are sending in a temp for me until I get back.”
“From the Free fucking Masons! Those assholes can’t be trusted!” Rand interrupted with his usual insanity and paranoia.
“Isn’t there any way to contact you? Call you? Anything?” Gigi asked with great worry about being unable to get hold of Reagan.
“No communication. All the RADICAL MODs will require a full blackout, off-grid operation. So, there will be no way to contact me.” She sighed, “Look, it’s just two weeks. You’ll survive without me.”
“Promise to send souvenirs or photos?” Brett requested as he and Reagan hugged.
“Sorry, but this will be classified. I promise to share what I can, and I will be back after two weeks, okay?” Reagan promised when two masked men appeared, Servants to the Tower.
“REAGAN JACQUELINE RIDDLEY 00159 of Cognito Inc’s Project Reagan, are you prepared to commence the next protocol of your training?” They asked in modified voices.
“No!” Rand shouted.
“Yes,” Reagan answered while one of them grabbed her luggage.
“Very well, we will commence the next protocol. Unauthorized personnel, cease contact.”
“You fuckers can’t tell me-!”
They then dropped a mixture of sleeping gas, flash bombs, and smoke bombs. While the gang recovered from the sudden, abrupt action, Reagan and the agents were gone.
“But I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye again,” Brett whined.
In an unknown vehicle...
Reagan stirred with a blindfold, a bag over her hand, her hands and legs tied, strapped to something while sitting down in a moving vehicle with others.
Standard procedure for training is as high-level as this.
“Hey, anyone here?” Reagan asked in a modified voice.
“Yeah.”
“Yep.”
“I’m here.”
“Me too.”
“Same.”
“Yes.”
“Indeed.”
“Here.”
“Who cares?”
Yep, all voice modifiers too.
Okay, so these must also be the other RADICAL MODs summoned for their training. Maybe...
“Hey Ron, are you here? It’s me, Reagan.” Reagan called out.
“Rea? You’re here. Hey, it’s Ron.” The voice next to her answered, “Wow, looks like we’re riding together, huh? This makes this a little less terrifying.”
“Yeah, are you excited?”
“More like nervous. I don’t know what to expect from this.”
“You can’t. That is the point; you must expect nothing and never assume.” Another voice intruded, “RADICAL MODs like us are created and trained to adapt to the unexpected, prepare for the unprepared, and achieve goals and missions in the most inconvenient conditions. I thought they would inform you of that when they originally told you about what you are.”
“I only found out that I’m a MOD recently.”
“Oh, I see. My apologies, I don’t mean to offend. But I do advise you to keep this in mind, fuck intentions and reasons; keep your determination and abilities, and never let your guard down.”
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“ATTENTION, ATTENTION. WE ARE ABOUT TO TRANSITION TO ANOTHER MODE OF TRANSPORTATION. PREPARE FOR INHALATIONAL ANESTHETICS... PLEASE STAND BY. ATTENTION, ATTENTION. WE ARE ABOUT TO TRANSITION TO ANOTHER MODE OF TRANSPORTATION. PREPARE FOR INHALATIONAL ANESTHETICS... PLEASE STAND BY.”
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Ron and Reagan then leaned on one another the best they could as the gas was released....
In a Lodge-esque room...
Reagan awoke with her restraints gone and her mouth thirsty.
She was lying on the best fucking bed of her entire life while she searched for water, finding a faucet and an empty glass in her private bathroom.
After the refreshment, her mind recovered from the daze. Reagan then looked around to see that she was somewhere in a lodge-like setting, a ritzy one too. It was fully decked out and everything: a mini fridge with fully stocked drinks, a plasma screen TV with a computer and desks, and her clothes fully put away in an organization she wanted. Looks like the higher-ups are taking this seriously; they don’t want anything to slow down their progress.
“I’m also guessing they’ll have us wear a uniform specialized for training... and there it is.” Reagan surmised as she noticed the training suit, a high-tech latex fabric with electronic nanobot technology within each seam.
Simple, yet so complex, designed for heightened learning.
Reagan changed and then went outside her room. She poked her head out to see the Agents on the Court were waiting for her.
“REAGAN JACQUELINE RIDDLEY 00159 of Cognito Inc’s Project Reagan, we will escort you to the SS main lecture hall to begin orientation.” They informed her, “4/32 RADICAL MODs are waiting inside. Please wait until the complete 32 RADICAL MODs are reported in.”
Reagan nodded and followed the agents to the SS main lecture hall. Once inside, she spotted Ron sitting with the other four. Naturally, she wanted to sit next to her boyfriend.
“Hey Rea.”
“Hey.”
They kissed while they grew closer together.
“So, how’s your experience so far?” Reagan joked with him.
“Well, I got gassed, blindfolded, and bound, shipped off with my girlfriends and some other poor bastards I don’t know being shipped to a place I have no fucking clue where it’s going before getting gassed again and waking up in a very decadent lodge/university/deep state government facility in Finland’s Unseen Country. It's much fucking better than working a full day at the Illuminati.” Ron chuckled, causing Reagan to laugh too.
“Yeah, the assholes begged me not to go, saying it would be the end of humanity,” Reagan added.
“It is very nice not to worry about the Dumbasses and their dumbass bullshit every single day, isn’t it?” One of the other MODs voiced with a smile, a Reptoid-type of Mod, “Honestly, if I hear the words “Oh God, please save us!” I’m going to put someone through a wall.”
“Hmm, doesn’t help that they never learn from their mistakes... It’s like being the only babysitter to a classroom of delinquent toddlers.” An Atlantean/human hybrid mod added, then shaking hands with Reagan and Ron, “Hmm, it's nice to talk to others who have that same problem in their own organization. Hmm, Hercules Saturn, the Umibōzu of Sons of Neptune.”
“Reagan Riddley, the Witch of Cognito.” Reagan introduced.
“Ron Staedtler, Dullahan of the Illuminati.” Ron introduced.
“And I am Seline Medusa, the Gorgon of Medusa Society.” The Reptoid introduced then turning to the MOD who is writing something in his notebook, “And our friend over there who is planning a redesign of his laboratory when he returns home is Heliodor Dean, the Ogre of the Free Masons.”
Heliodor waved to them while continuing to write his plans.
“The Free Masons recently fired one of the scientists for embezzlement, and now I am on my way for a promotion. My partner and I will acquire this lab, and I need to be certain I idiot proof it, making it perfect for me and him.” Heliodor explained to them.
“Oh, I’ve been there. Brett got himself tangled on my robotics operating table; it took me three hours to free him.” Reagan smiled.
“Oh, that’s nothing. Baby-T, the Rougarou who called your mushroom buddy a dildo, got her head stuck in one of my empty brain jar glasses for three days.” Ron regaled what happened: “An entire week to resuscitate her. I had to put the child safety lock on all my shit.”
“Who hasn’t? If you don’t put the child safety lock on something, then you are just asking for trouble.”
They all laughed while more and more MODs started coming in.
Once every MOD was seated, the instructors came in; the leader of the training retreat was Huggin Molly.
She cleared her throat as she began her speech, “Cognito, Illuminati, Freemasons, Skull and Bones, Knights Templar, the Rosicrucians, The Seven Society, Bullingdon Club, Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, Five Points Gang, Fraternal Order of Eagles, Ancient Order of Hibernians, Improved Order of Red Men, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Know Nothing, Moose International, Knights and Ladies of Honor, Ivy Club, The 21 Society, Ògbóni, Sons of Neptune, Sphinx Head, United Order of Tents, Vibora Luviminda, O.W.L. Society, Order of Myths, Order of Angell, Order of Ammon, The NoZe Brotherhood, Medusa Society... None of those Towers’ matter at this moment. For today is for you, for every RADICAL MOD in this building.”
They were all quiet as she continued her speech.
“Welcome all to the most important weeks of your lives and to the deepest secret of Other World and beyond.”