The Nexus

Montmartre

Music=
1. Monuments
   -Smashing Pumpkins
2. Gotta Get Away
   -The Offspring

"All warfare is based on deception."
-Sun Tzu






UFOtext=
I. Montmartre
Astira, Yogi & the Mule

"Yogi- you cheer up. Forget that Prague. That story old one.  Astira have big new plan."

Yogi's mask melted- just a bit. But then he asked

"Do you think I was born yesterday?"
He stared unamused.

Astira paused. She looked ruffled- just a bit. Acting edgy, she shifted self consciously in her chair. With a prim left hand she reached down to pull on her skirt. At the same time, her magicians right hand discretely grazed her laser pencil- unlocked & loaded. She smiled- demurely.

-To be continued.

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Time Flies

2nd Foundation & Mule

Music=
1. The Shakedown
-Yellow Ostrich

"The trouble is you think you have time."
-佛


UFOtext=
I. Paris

For a precious moment Princess Lei basked in the warm rays of the rising sun. Bosco hovered above her, gazing intently with paranormal eyes. And then the Paris sun reversed direction in the sky. She felt the cool autumn mist of her youth return. The jade leaves of summer now scintillated prismatically in the early morning mist. She looked high above in the sky. Stallions of the Empires gathered in confusion on the high mountain ledge. She slipped quietly into the jade forest. She left no electronic footprint- apart from the dissipating infrared heat of a forest animal. She had only 24 hours- somewhere the Buddha was laughing.

The Count poured a small rivulet of cream into his black coffee. From his high balcony he watched the sun slowly rise above the Paris rooftops. He pursed his lips. He had 24 hours to solve the mystery of the Yin diamond- that was his sacred promise to Princess Lei.

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The Last Sunset

Foundation & Mule

Music=
1. Run2me
-Smashing Pumpkins





"Build your opponet a golden bridge to retreat across."
-Sun Tzu

UFOtext=
I. Paris

The morning sun spread like a golden rose. Songs of birds flew across the 7 mountains of heaven. Princess Lei anxiously felt her time flow like water- the twined bamboo rope bridge over the Shaoshi mountain pass hung in two useless sections, one near, one far, dangling & twisting in the light morning wind. No escape.

She turned around. Far below, riding up the mountain at breakneck pace, she spied the horsemen of the Emperor's elite guard, . No choice. She carried the message of revolution.

She walked to the ledge. She gazed down at the narrow ribbon of water cutting a silver path through the side of the mountain. She held back her fear & listened to the song of the birds. This was their last sunrise. She held her breath & dove into the high cushion of air & into it's cascade of water...

She opened her eyes. The frost of winter kissed the jade leaves of summer. Sanctuary was hers!

Bosco leaned over.

"My Lady, are you alright?"

He looked concerned.

She looked around to get her bearings. The morning mist lifted with the Parisian sun running into the sky. She felt half awake.

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Back To The Life

Yogi*

Music=

1. Outlier -Spoon

"If you make a mistake & do not correct it, this is called a mistake."
-Confucius

UFOtext=

I. Paris

Astira grabbed a high density photo shot of the computer display. The Mule apparently had an interest in the history of the Dark Island. Vivienne lived on the Dark Island, & she had some sort of special connection to the Mule. Nobody in the Second Foundation knew anything about the origin of the Mule- except maybe Joshua- right now on the Dark Island investigating Vivienne.

Astira looked at her hyperspace text to Joshua. "Message received but not opened" indicated her i6. Astira frowned. Not good, but maybe he was asleep. Or maybe he was dead....

Astira peered cautiously through the cracked door. The puppets danced around but after 5 minutes the coast cleared. She reentered the dimly lit larder & slipped out unnoticed into the dark inebriated crowd.

"Astira. Well, well, my precious one."

Astira recognized the voice. Ice water flowed through her veins.

"Yogi." 

She could just make out his face in the dim bar light.

"Business or pleasure?"

She asked perfunctorily. Yogi stepped much closer, his breath in her face.

"Is there any difference?"

He then smiled with assurance. He took Astira's arm & led her to a corner table. Out of the corner of her eye Astira noticed two well armed men in high fashion suits follow just behind. Yogi ignored them & held out a chair for Astira. She sat down & Yogi ordered drinks with the snap of a finger. He then looked seriously at Astira.

"Astira. You left our little club in Prague without saying goodbye. That wasn't very nice."

And Yogi made a sad clown face.

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*Pic from
http://www.chriscolesgallery.com/beverly_hills_crime_boss_nana_plaza.htm