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Journals: Book 2, Entry 22 “The Believers” Fugitive. Murderer. Madman. That’s how most of the world sees me. All my efforts to prove my innocence have come to nothing. Whatever happens today, happens because I’ve finally run out of options. It’s been two years since they ripped my life to hell. Two years of trying to warn people of the danger that looms so close. Now I’m convinced the Second Wave is about to begin. And I’m taking drastic measures to prevent it. If we die in a hail of bullets will that bring recognition to my cause, or will we be martyrs who sacrificed ourselves in vain? Can’t know for sure…but today’s the day we find out. Writing this along the way, stealing seconds to make a final entry. This could all go bad. Eddie’ll let you know – if he makes it out. You’re my believers, I’m doing this for you, for us. So however they spin it, the press or the Gua, you know not to buy in. And you know to keep fighting. Target of this action: The Phil Tennant Show – daytime talk – one of those schlock hours that asks the viewers to help take down wanted felons. Eddie’d seen some promos that pointed to what the show expects to be its sweeps ace – a special on the FBI’s Most Wanted list. A show about Cade Foster. Talk about a platform to get people listening. It was perfect. As usual, Eddie thought I was nuts. The set was virtually clear for a run-through. Eddie and I rigged the doors to blow – sealing in only the bare-bones staff and ourselves. I came in with guns blazing – had to make it look legit -- but didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Phil Tennant, the network’s golden-boy host was there -- gruff guy who thought he knew it all and showed it – Phil made demands I wasn’t gonna listen to. He had an equally as ballsy assistant named Gwen. For Gwen to be where she was in her career now she’d had to have been smart and tenacious. She made no bones about telling me how unafraid she was of my tactics. Knew she was lying. Was putting up a good front and the remaining hostages were feeling it. Hal, a techie for the show told me about his wife and kids as I tied him up. A mid-twenties production coordinator named Tina was also caught in the mix -- she promised me she’d just started working at the show and didn’t know anything yet. Felt bad about scaring them, but we planned to be out of here in 20 minutes – and then the world would know better. Or so I hoped. Plan was for Eddie to manipulate the satellites at the station, link up to some larger ones, and beam my story out to about two-hundred million people. Wasn’t gonna be easy, but this stuff never was. Left Eddie to work his magic and headed back to the hostages – Gwen was lose. Knew she was gonna be trouble. Eddie told me the power was out on the satellite feed. Gwen worked quick. Threatened the rest of the group more severely this time – told them if they didn’t follow my orders I’d hunt them down and kill ‘em. I almost couldn’t believe I was saying it – they were innocent – I was playing the role I’d been fighting for years. Everything was changing. Eddie said we needed to get the power up and then we’d need more time to get the satellites on line – that’s when we heard the cops were outside. Eddie wanted to run – said he could feel it in his bones – we were gonna die today. Couldn’t tell him that wasn’t true. Got the satellites back online and went looking for Gwen. Cell phone rang – it was Cain. Told him I was gonna make some believers today. He told me he was outside … and I was gonna fail. Also told me he wanted the real Nostradamus book and how he was gonna snap my neck once he had it. As usual, was running out of time. Found Gwen holding a gun on me in the dark – a prop gun. Gwen knew everything about me, and all about the aliens – that was just part of her job – prepping for the show’s topic. Needed her to be a believer to make this easier … then Cain called back. Let Gwen listen to the call – she heard the sunofabitch boast about how long his race had been on the planet … virtually undetected. Then he threatened Eddie … and made some kind of weird reference about my partner. Checked in with Eddie immediately – he said everything was cool. Gwen still didn’t believe me. Said the people in the journals didn’t exist. Told her I had to use fake names to protect those believers. Gwen didn’t crack. Eddie said the equipment would be ready in fifteen. He was really nervous, scared – didn’t seem like himself. And for someone as odd as Eddie, that’s a stretch. Had to stay focused. Had to head to the main stage – we were going to go on air any second. Reality. This could be my final entry… All I ask is that you continue the fight. We cannot let them win. It’s up to you. Read Eddie's Paranoid Times Article: "Extra! Extra! Read All About It." “The Believers” Writer: Chris Brancato & Albert J. Salke Director: Holly Dale Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Rob LaBelle, Roger R. Cross, John Kapelos, Allison Hossack. |
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