Barb Moore –Spy!!!
It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net. Barb Moore knows she must wade into the dangerous game if she has a prayer to save any of her friends. She must infiltrate the secretive organization that is a bastion of moral corruption yet portrays itself as the savior of moral norms. Barb is sure they must be Republicans!!!
Some background here… Barb is a member of the illegal and equally secretive group PAWS (People Against Women’s Servitude) that seeks to undermine the rampant enslavement of women that has swept Amerika. In her time at the UVM she even wrote a thesis on the proper punishment of slaves including what means of execution should be attached to their crimes. She hated doing so as her paper was used to reintroduce crucifixion for slaves. But the doctorate she earned would give her deep and unfettered access to the IMF data base.
She is the perfect mole with imperfect managers. She had engineered the escape of more than a thousand slaves from a red state breeding and long pig farm in 2051, successfully getting them to a more slave-friendly blue state. The unintended consequence of the escape was the slaughter of hundreds of ‘free slave’- those that were not imprisoned and had accepted their roles as owned women. The legendary butcher Kathy Summers personally oversaw their executions.
“Summers is going to do another mass execution next week” Sir Despard Wragg tells Barb. “It is in Northwest Arkansas. We need you to go there and find a way to save these women.”
“Alright” I say “but why am I the only one naked at these meetings?”
Joan Tree says to me “I am a professional woman and as for Wragg do you REALLY want to see him naked?”
I must admit I find the thought revolting. I drive from my blue state towards NW Arkansas and see the sign on I-44 the says “Hill of 100 Crosses™ -Tree Estate”. I take Exit 264 and head southwest on Missouri Highway 109. Why do I feel like I have been here before?
I find the Tree estate and the gate opens before I press the intercom button. I drive the gravel drive for almost a mile before I pull up the log house. I hear Mott the Hoople playing on a cheap CD player and walk on to the deck. Tree points to the bar and I find an opened bottle of chilled red wine. I pour a glass and help myself to a Madame Wu. I sit across from Tree and say “You seemed to know I was coming.
“I write the thread” Tree replies. “It a good idea to know what is going on.”
“And who do you tell” I ask.
“I don’t understand” Tree says.
“You know what I am doing. Who else does” I ask.
“I have no idea what you are talking about” Tree replies.
“I’m going to Northwest Arkansas. Half of it is your relatives. How damned am I going there?”
“No more than you were when you left your blue state” he tells me. “I don’t judge and I am not a rat. You do what you need to do but if you fuck up it will be your problem, not mine!”
-Barb
Tree
It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net. Barb Moore knows she must wade into the dangerous game if she has a prayer to save any of her friends. She must infiltrate the secretive organization that is a bastion of moral corruption yet portrays itself as the savior of moral norms. Barb is sure they must be Republicans!!!
Some background here… Barb is a member of the illegal and equally secretive group PAWS (People Against Women’s Servitude) that seeks to undermine the rampant enslavement of women that has swept Amerika. In her time at the UVM she even wrote a thesis on the proper punishment of slaves including what means of execution should be attached to their crimes. She hated doing so as her paper was used to reintroduce crucifixion for slaves. But the doctorate she earned would give her deep and unfettered access to the IMF data base.
She is the perfect mole with imperfect managers. She had engineered the escape of more than a thousand slaves from a red state breeding and long pig farm in 2051, successfully getting them to a more slave-friendly blue state. The unintended consequence of the escape was the slaughter of hundreds of ‘free slave’- those that were not imprisoned and had accepted their roles as owned women. The legendary butcher Kathy Summers personally oversaw their executions.
“Summers is going to do another mass execution next week” Sir Despard Wragg tells Barb. “It is in Northwest Arkansas. We need you to go there and find a way to save these women.”
“Alright” I say “but why am I the only one naked at these meetings?”
Joan Tree says to me “I am a professional woman and as for Wragg do you REALLY want to see him naked?”
I must admit I find the thought revolting. I drive from my blue state towards NW Arkansas and see the sign on I-44 the says “Hill of 100 Crosses™ -Tree Estate”. I take Exit 264 and head southwest on Missouri Highway 109. Why do I feel like I have been here before?
I find the Tree estate and the gate opens before I press the intercom button. I drive the gravel drive for almost a mile before I pull up the log house. I hear Mott the Hoople playing on a cheap CD player and walk on to the deck. Tree points to the bar and I find an opened bottle of chilled red wine. I pour a glass and help myself to a Madame Wu. I sit across from Tree and say “You seemed to know I was coming.
“I write the thread” Tree replies. “It a good idea to know what is going on.”
“And who do you tell” I ask.
“I don’t understand” Tree says.
“You know what I am doing. Who else does” I ask.
“I have no idea what you are talking about” Tree replies.
“I’m going to Northwest Arkansas. Half of it is your relatives. How damned am I going there?”
“No more than you were when you left your blue state” he tells me. “I don’t judge and I am not a rat. You do what you need to do but if you fuck up it will be your problem, not mine!”
-Barb
Tree