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WhichBike: Which bicycle is right for me?
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Bicycles: Looking for advice on selecting one? Want to know if you are paying too much? Want to know how to choose one? Ask here!
2013.03.12 17:05 MattRay0295 mountain town forum (is it snow season right now? yes)
Everything that goes on during your ski sessions on Crested Butte Mountain, and the backcountry. Announce locations of free piles, blue rocks and/or places to crash for the night. Hook up with locals to run and frolic, fat bike and be merry. Boast to the world about and offer rides in your new Antarctic snowcat machine.
2016.06.30 19:46 Aint_it_a_shame Pics and information regarding the Lost Creek Wilderness
This is a subreddit dedicated to fans of the Lost Creek Wilderness located in the foothills of Colorado. Note: Old posts regarding weather and outdated trail beta will be removed (typically after one month) in order to keep the subreddit looking (relatively) nice and easier to navigate.
2023.06.07 20:16 chewy01104 CS Student seeking applying for software internships. Just went through a whole overhaul of my resume. Thoughts?
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2023.06.07 20:12 Green_Gain591 Muni question
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2023.06.07 20:05 AdApprehensive6744 230607 Primavera Sound Madrid on June 8th has been canceled due to bad weather conditions - Red Velvet’s performance canceled
2023.06.07 20:04 klezmer Speech-Language Pathologist (SLP) Considering Alternatives to Canada & Seeking General Feedback
Hi all,
A while back before I got my master's degree I had begun to process for express entry into Canada. Back then I had enough points, but money was an issue because I was prepping myself to go to grad school. Now that I've been working for a couple of years, I am thinking of restarting the process. I feel pretty certain I have enough points for express entry, but now that Canada seems to be having a difficult time as well, I am wondering if I should consider other places. I'm not in a huge rush, but long-term, I'd prefer to not live here. Also, there are definitely a few expensive road blocks to becoming fully licensed in Canada that also vary quite a bit from province to province. I am still open to the idea of Canada of course.
I have considered changing careers later. I get paid pretty well due to the market in SoCal for SLPs, but I also got saddled with a hefty amount of debt from grad school (yay COVID), so that's probably something to consider.
The only country I've given any real thought to aside from Canada is Germany. I can realistically improve my German to function more fully there and I prefer the climate and more introverted culture. I also have friends who live there now. I have shadowed an SLP in Germany before, and it's definitely structured quite differently and I would need to be C1 to accept insurance patients. That's kind of where the idea of changing careers comes because I don't see myself doing this elsewhere unless it's remote.
Some stats: * Early 30s * US/Mexican dual citizen * Native English/Spanish speaker, intermediate French speaker, passable German speaker, basic Mandarin speaker. I have a knack for languages if I need to learn a different one * Visibly brown and queer * Dislike hot weather
TL;DR: multilingual SLP looking for alternatives to Canada and general feedback about options based on my profile.
Hopefully that's enough detail for some feedback! Thanks!
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2023.06.07 20:02 Willpowertomax Game Crashes after playing for a few minutes
Its probably one of the mods screwing it up. I used the best of times to set everything up.
"0000","Tale of Two Wastelands"
"0001","TTW_3.3.2_Hotfix"
"0002","Essential Mods_separator"
"0003","ROOGNVSE Plugin"
"0004","JIP LN NVSE Plugin"
"0005","JohnnyGuitar NVSE"
"0006","Crash Logger"
"0007","NVTF - New Vegas Tick Fix"
"0008","NVTF - INI Presets"
"0009","lStewieAl's Tweaks and Engine Fixes"
"0010","Stewie Tweaks Essentials INI"
"0011","Combat Lag Fix (NVSE)"
"0012","FNV Mod Limit Fix"
"0013","kNVSE Animation Plugin"
"0014","Improved Console (NVSE)"
"0015","Console Paste Support"
"0016","UIO - User Interface Organizer"
"0017","ISControl Enabler and Ironsights adjuster (now ESPless)"
"0018","Fallout 3 Sound"
"0019","ShowOff xNVSE Plugin"
"0020","UI and HUD_separator"
"0021","The Mod Configuration Menu"
"0022","yUI - User Ynterface"
"0023","Clean Vanilla Hud"
"0024","Clean Vanilla Hud Cursor"
"0025","Unofficial_DarNified_UI_Update_"
"0026","UHD Fonts for Darnified UI"
"0027","One HUD - oHUD"
"0028","Cursor Unilaterally Matched (NVSE)"
"0029","ySI - Sorting Ycons"
"0030","Consistent Pip-Boy Icons"
"0031","Vault Door Loading Wheel - TTW"
"0032","HUD Caps for FNV"
"0033","B42 Notify - Corner Messages Overhaul - ESPless"
"0034","Gameplay_separator"
"0035","Faster Pip-Boy Animation"
"0036","Delay DLC Redux"
"0037","Root 'n Loot TTW"
"0038","JAM - Just Assorted Mods"
"0039","Clean Just Weapons Wheel"
"0040","TTW Reputations"
"0041","TTW New Vegas Speech Checks"
"0042","TTW New Vegas Speech Checks Rep Patch"
"0043","SawyerBatty TTW"
"0044","DC Arsenal - TTW Mojave Weapon Distribution - Lore Friendly"
"0045","DC Arsenal - TTW Mojave Weapon Distribution - INI"
"0046","TTW Merged Collectible Quests"
"0047","DYNAVISION 3 - Total Visual Enhancement"
"0048","B42 Quickthrow - an alternative grenade hotkey mod"
"0049","Bullet Time Improved - a JAM addon"
"0050","Easy Unlocking - Easy Hacking - Guaranteed Pick Pocket"
"0051","Fallout 3 Main Menu Music Replacer"
"0052","Enviroment_separator"
"0053","Climate Control NVSE"
"0054","Desert Natural Weathers - NV - TTW"
"0055","Desert Natural Realism - Redux"
"0056","Atmospheric Lighting Tweaks (Interior Lighting for FNV and TTW)"
"0057","MoonlightNVSE"
"0058","Improved Lighting Shaders"
"0059","Weapons_separator"
"0060","AWO - 10mm Pistol Replacer (Colt N99)"
"0061","AWO - 10mm Pistol Replacer (Colt N99) - A Better TTW Patch"
"0062","WAP Year One and Bonus"
"0063","WAP TTW Compatibility Patch"
"0064","AWO - Chinese Assault RIfle replacer REDUX (Norinco Type 93)"
"0065","R91 and Friends"
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"0067","Blended Locomotion"
"0068","B42 Inspect - aka Animated Ammo and Weapon Condition Checking"
"0069","B42 Weapon Inertia"
"0070","B42 Dropmag and One in the chamber"
"0071","B42 Dropmag TTW Patches"
"0072","Animated Player Interactions"
"0073","FNV Clean Animations - Reborn - Part 1"
"0074","Frozen Chinese Assault Rifle kNVSE"
"0075","Viewmodel Recoil 0.308"
"0076","Frozen Assault Rifle REMAKE kNVSE"
"0077","FPS Weapon Lowering"
"0078","NV Compatibility Skeleton"
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"0080","Legacy Reborn Texture Pack"
"0081","natural_landscapes_washington_edition_"
"0082","No PipBoy in Power Armor"
"0083","Power Armor Visual Enhancement (PAVE)"
"0084","Energy Visuals Plus 2.0 - NV and TTW"
"0085","Lumen - Ambient Lighting"
"0086","High Resolution Screens"
"0087","PipBoy 3000 Remastered"
"0088","Visible Bobblehead Perks - TTW"
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2023.06.07 19:58 cookiesbox Thursday cancelled due to weather conditions (PS23 Madrid)
2023.06.07 19:53 Necrolancer96 Summoning Kobolds At Midnight: A Tale of Suburbia & Sorcery. 87
Chapter LXXXVII
Somewhere, West Virginia, USA.
"Well, there goes the neighborhood." Agent Smith stated as him, Agent Doe, and everyone else in town, watched the migration of people stream into the small town as the sun hit the horizon.
They looked like a bunch of extras to Lord of the Rings. People with pointed ears and flowing robes. People short and stout and with thick beards with bands of gold and silver woven into them. Shorter people that spoke in high-pitched nasally voices and large glasses. There were even people dressed in what looked like giant turtle suits.
Of course that's what the townsfolk would think. To the two Agents it was a very real possibility that these people came from another world like the lizard people, greenskins, and the halflings.
"So much for my report being up-to-date." Agent Smith sighed as he went inside and burned the report he had spent so much time typing out. As he cleaned up the ashes the hotel phone rang.
Johnathan looked between the phone and Agent Smith with a look of curiosity as the Agent seemed greatly hesitant to answer. Agent Smith looked at Johnathan as the phone continued to ring. He walked over and disconnected the line to the phone and it went silent. For a second.
"Damn." Smith cursed as the disconnected phone rang once more despite there being no connection.
He picked up the phone and placed it to his ear. He bit back another curse as the voice of the Director came through.
"Agent Smith."
"Director."
"How is the investigation coming along?" She asked.
"Well, until about a few minutes ago it was going pretty smoothly and quietly."
"Oh? And what, pray tell, changed?"
"I'd tell you but if you're calling then that means you already know."
"Of course I already know. I'm just disappointed it came from our sources in the State Government and not my two field agents."
"What is the State going to do?"
"They're going to send the 111th Engineer Brigade, and the 77th Brigade Troop Command."
"All of them?!"
"What did you expect? The population of some small town in the middle of nowhere just became the largest in the State in a single day. They're even sending the 35th."
Smith tapped his foot in thought.
"Can we stop them? Or at the very least make it so they don't send damn near the entire National Guard of West Virginia?"
"No can do Agent. Even if we had caught this before the Governor's office did, we still would've sent troops in. This became top priority the second a large number of people came over."
"Well what about leaks? We can't keep the lid on this with so many showing up."
"We'll be sending our own task force. Officially they are there as "Federal Oversight". In actuality they are there to aid you in your investigation as well as limit leaks from the National Guard."
"So there isn't anything we can do to stop them from showing up en masse?"
"Unfortunately no. Aerial recon is being deployed to "substantiate" the claim. But seventy-thousand people showing up out of nowhere isn't something to take lightly. When they see that there are indeed an entire city's worth of people, then they will send the rest. But that will be a few days, a week at most. Once they verify, they'll be getting crash courses in crisis response and begin mobilization."
"What about the rest of the Federal Government?"
"As far as the State is aware WE are the Federal response. And we are going to keep it that way."
Smith didn't like this, not one bit. It was hard enough doing their job quietly in even a small town like this. Now they had to worry about not only a population the size of medieval Venice, but now the National Guard.
"What if we-"
"No, Agent Smith."
"We could do it you know?"
"Not in the time we have nor the volume. You should know that disappearing an entire town is hard enough, doing it to a city's worth of people is harder to not only pull off but harder to sell to the public."
Smith huffed in frustration.
"So what's the new mission?"
"The same as it was before. Only this time, you'll be getting a team to back you up. Set up and monitor everything that happens. Keep the NG from getting too close to the less explainable creatures and people. ESPECIALLY keep them away from Entity APL-1."
"You mean-"
"I will not use that ludicrous name! It is a dangerous entity! Not a pet!"
Smith chuckled a bit.
"Since we're talking, would you like my report up till today?"
The Director sighed.
"Very well. Only because this is a secure way of communicating."
So Smith gave the Director his report. Jeb and the kobolds. Morty and the greenskins. The halflings. All of it. There was a pause as the Director processed the information. No doubt already sending various people about to adjust to the new information.
"Is that all you have to report Agent Smith?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good, continue as planned until our team arrives then procced from there."
"Yes Ma'am."
"And don't call me Ma'am. Makes me sound old."
"You are old."
Smith heard the Director guffaw.
"And you aren't?! Quit being insubordinate and get back to work Agent Smith."
"Yes Ma-"
CLICK
"Rude old bitty." Smith quipped playfully as he set the dead phone back on its base.
Johnathan just stared at Smith.
"How-"
"Trade secret Agent Doe. You'll find out when you're older. In the mean time. Its business as usual until reinforcements arrive. So go pull up a chair and observe." Smith stated as he dragged one of the worn hotel chairs out and sat on it while he watched the sheer number of people walking about along the main street of the town.
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Time must be different here than back home, because that was NOT "20 minutes", thought the Duchess as she entered the town the deputy had pointed out to her. She and her people were drained. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
This worlds sun was past its peak when they came to this world. Now it was just nearing the horizon to the west as they reached the town. The chill air didn't help, especially the turtle people from the isles. The moderately sized enclave that live- HAD lived in Daele grumbled and groaned the whole walk. Both the temperature difference and the long journey didn't agree with them.
Everyone had dressed for a spring that, just a few hours ago, they were sure they weren't going to see. Now it felt like they had missed it entirely! But the sight was still something to behold.
Sure it wasn't a grand city like Daele... was. But it was still shelter, and it was still a wonder to see. Buildings made of faded red brick or what looked like solid stone and glass. A road made from a faded black stone. Lights that didn't look like they needed fire. Not to mention the multitude of metal carriages about! She couldn't see any horses in sight and she wondered how they were pulled.
A sentiment shared by many, but especially of Dylan. He was looking around the new town with wide eyes. Scribbling on his notepad furiously as his eyes darted back and forth over everything new they saw. He wasn't the only one shocked and awed. Though some looked less than impressed by the simple, even rough, conditions of the town.
They weren't sure where to go, but seeing a slightly taller white colored building decided to head there. Perhaps that was where they could inquire with whoever the ruler was, the Duchess thought.
As they neared City Hall, the Duchess glanced about and observed the people of the town. Everyone she saw was human, many were old and tired looking. But even the younger people she saw had a tired and worn look on their face. These looks barely changed as they watched and stared at the migration.
There were no offers of support or aid from the townsfolk. Judging from the condition of the town, they probably didn't have much for themselves let alone her people, she thought sadly. Her honor guard stayed close to her as they made their way through the street.
As she reached the steps of City Hall a commotion was heard and a portly man, a gangly nervous looking man, and several other, equally rounded, men shuffled out and greeted her. Or what might pass for a greeting around here.
"Who are you and what is going on here?!"
The nervous looking man stuttered a response.
"T-t-t-the Sh-sh-sheriff l-l-l-l-"
"Cease your infernal stuttering Greg and get to the point!" The Mayor snapped.
"The point is Gerald is that these people arrived looking for shelter." The Sheriff stated as he climbed the stairs, his two deputies flanking him.
The Mayor cast a suspicious eye on the sea of people that filled out one of the few roads Somewhere had. They were starting to coalesce around City Hall as they tried to get close enough to hear what was happening. Though many were still amassed at the edge of town where the town ended and the landscape changed to that of fields and hills.
"Oh are they now? Pray tell how we are supposed to shelter them Sheriff? How are we supposed to feed them? Hmm? Did you think of that before inviting these people to our town?"
"You're right Mayor. Our town is under enough stress without adding more people we can't take care of." The Sheriff answered plainly.
"There we have it! You all will just have to-"
"That's why I called the Governor and he's sending the National Guard to aid both the town and these poor people."
"YOU WHAT!?" The Mayor rounded on the Sheriff so fast his jowls still shook from the motion.
The Sheriff stepped up to the Mayor.
"We needed help before these people showed up. Now we DESPERATLY need help!"
"So you call the Governor!?! Are you mad!?"
"No! I care about this town and I'm not going to see it die because you're too scared of the past!"
"There's a damn good reason we are and you know it!" The Mayor hissed.
As the Mayor and the Sheriff bickered, the Duchess, flanked by two of the Delta Guard, walked up the steps and bowed to the two men. The heavily armed and armored men made the councilmen and deputies nervous, causing the latter to put their hands on their holsters.
"I am sorry if our presence puts too much strain on your town. If need be we will leave at first light."
"Good! You can-"
"STAY! We are good and honest folk and we won't turn away those in need!"
"If it helps alleviate your burden. We do have some wealth that we still retain. We can donate some as thanks for your hospitality."
The Mayor, and councilmen, perked up at that.
"Wealth you say?"
The Duchess touched a hand to a ornate necklace she had. Silver and aquamarine. She unclasped it and held it out.
"I could not ask my people to do what I would not. So accept this as my thanks."
The Mayor's eyes went wide and he licked his lips as he reached a fat hand out to snatch up the exquisite jewelry. But he was stopped by the Sheriff who stood between the necklace and his meaty hands. The Delta Guard tensed at the movement put did no more once it was apparent it wasn't a threatening motion.
"That isn't necessary. If you wish to show thanks then please. Enjoy what the town has to offer. Food, a few hotels and apartments you and yours can stay in and any other services and amenities you find. Please. If you wish to offer thanks, then offer it to the people of the town itself."
The Duchess smiled and withdrew the necklace before bowing.
"Thank you for your hospitality. Me and my people will do our utmost to repay it and do our best to be civil guests in your town!"
"Of course! If need be there are other places that might be able to shelter your people. We have some space at the station. The railyard probably wouldn't say no to housing some of your people. As I said, we have room and board in several parts of town that wouldn't say no to any new business!"
The Sheriff and the Mayor bickered quietly while the Duchess turned to address her people.
"Good people of Daele! We have come far from our home by the sea and have faced many hardships in these past weeks! But now the people here have been generous enough to offer us shelter! Offer us Sanctuary! They only ask that we reward that kindness at the many shops and vendors around the town! So go and find a place to rest and fill your bellies and get warm!"
With that, the great flood of people murmured curiously and excitedly as they formed various groups and began to explore the town as the message was carried through the mass of bodies. As the Duchess watched, many group heads came to her.
The scions of the dwarven banking clans and the remnants of the nobility, elvish and human, walked up to join her. As did the heads of the various merchant houses, smithy and artisan guilds. Even Alban pulled Dylan away from running off to fulfill his duty as the leader, and half, of the Artificers Guild. The Great Sage of the tortle enclave grunted as she walked over with the rest of the leaders before sitting down on the cool grass nearby with a relieved sigh.
"What're we ta do now yer Ladyship?" One of the dwarves asked as he ran a bejeweled hand over his golden beard that was woven with emerald imbedded silver bands.
"We do as I stated. We find places to rest and recover from our journey. Tomorrow we will meet again with the leaders of the town and work out the rest."
One of the elves sniffed his hawkish nose as he gazed at the town.
"Are we really to stay in such a place so...
pedestrian?"
"We aren't really in a position to argue my Lord. If it is not to your liking then you are free to keep walking in hopes of finding someplace more suited to your tastes."
The elf sniffed indignantly but remained where he was. One of the merchants spoke next.
"What should we do then? We have no place to work our trades."
The other merchants and various guild leaders nodded in affirmation.
"For tonight, just find food and shelter. I'm sure that these people will have need of, and greatly appreciate, your work. As I have stated already. Food and shelter first. Everything else will be settled tomorrow."
The leaders all grumbled and murmured but did little else as they split off to find their own places of rest. The Great Sage groaning and grumbling as she forced herself to stand and return to her people. Though the dwarves and Dylan walked over to the Sheriff and Mayor.
"Excuse me lad? What were tha' 'bout a
railyard?"
The Sheriff broke the mutual glaring between him and the Mayor and turned to the stout man.
"The railyard. Its on the north of town. Follow the main road here and take a left at the library. Can't miss it."
"Well thank ye lad. But uhm? What is a
railyard?"
"Well, its a place where trains are stored and maintained, its also where freight from our town is, or
was, shipped out of and to the rest of the country."
The dwarves hummed in understanding.
"One last question lad. What is a train?"
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2023.06.07 19:46 laterskater2312 Which games will be the most difficult/stressful this season?
Do you think games at home vs really good teams (Tennessee, LSU, Texas) will be the most difficult to win or games on the road against more upset teams (Texas A&M, Auburn, Kentucky)?
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2023.06.07 19:40 hello_goonie AITA for reporting a handicap woman for parking in my spot?
[The management office sent out an official parking map in January 2023 via email, text and letter].
I live in an apartment complex that has assigned parking. Anyone who doesnt live in the apartment has to park on the road (pretty standard). I was lucky to have my parking space be right next to the building so my boyfriend can park his car there (I dont have a car, but we live do together).
The past few weeks I've noticed a Ford Taurus parked directly next to the building, in a no-parking zone where vehicles are supposed to be able to drive by. Previously, I've seen this woman park her car in any number of spots. I have no idea which is actually her assigned parking space, but I do know she lives here, since we've crossed paths inside the building and in the parking lot numerous times.
Now, I am aware there is a handicap placard hanging from her rearview mirror, and while I do not know her condition, I have seen her walk to and from her vehicle several times while my bf and I were chilling in his car. I know this doesnt speak to whether she has a legitimate handicap or not, but I felt it was worth mentioning she never has any walking aides. And regardless, our building is dumb because there are steep steps down to the first floor and up to the second and third floors.
And now, just today, she decided to park in my spot, blocking my bf who had just come home from a long overnight shift. I called my management office and asked for her car to be towed. When I told my friend about what happened they said I shouldnt have done that, and since she was handicapped she had good reason to park close to the entrance. I dont disagree that there should be handicap parking, but I dont think shes entitled to just park wherever she wants. So, AITA?
TL;DR handicap lady parks wherever she wants and I got her car towed for it
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2023.06.07 19:35 splashy92 Walk from Tabacon Hot Spring to El Silencio Park
Hi guys,
have a question regarding hiking condition:
Is it possible to walk from Tabacon Free Hot Springs to El Silencio Park? According to Google maps its only a 15-20 min walk, but i guess its just a road. Is it easy/safe to walk?
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2023.06.07 19:33 MightBeneficial3302 Citech (CSE: CTTT) (OTC: CTTTF) Promising New Tech Company
| https://preview.redd.it/c1j8jq2tsm4b1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d6598dcc3a29f5597eb6f0e9c1753665930d6e3f CiTech (Critical Infrastructure Technologies) (CSE: CTTT) (OTC: CTTTF). The company’s lead product set is a range of rapidly deployable, high-capacity communications platforms called the NEXUS 16. The shares listed in late February 2023. https://preview.redd.it/pojqxxjtsm4b1.png?width=1397&format=png&auto=webp&s=393a85dc1d272583a2273acf537f5b78fb753fa4 Upon completing the rollout of its technology, CTTT aims to become an established player in the high-capacity mobile and rapidly deployable markets, delivering long-range communications systems into those places where they are most critically needed. https://preview.redd.it/faahck5usm4b1.png?width=514&format=png&auto=webp&s=d020f2fc4a590cb781058008e28703aec1d5e300 Let’s use North American forest fires as the current major disaster and then outline the unparalleled relevance of CTTT’s amazing communications technology. CTTT anticipates expanding its business by combining quick-return sales with annuity-based easing to the blue-chip resource, defence, and government sectors. (CSE). Here is CiTech’s LinkedIn page. One large new fire was reported in New Jersey. Nationally, seven large fires have burned 66,209 acres in six states. Since January 1, 18,403 wildfires have burned 518,698 acres across the United States. These numbers are slightly below the 10-year average of 21,908 wildfires and 1,016,684 acres burned. As well, Canada is on track for its worst-ever year of wildfire destruction as warm and dry conditions are forecast to persist through to the end of the summer after an unprecedented start to the fire season. For a map of North American dates upuntil midday June 6th, click here. https://preview.redd.it/rr2k9uousm4b1.png?width=595&format=png&auto=webp&s=be171190f0ea96c530a2f0c80d382fa6133d87d7 It is horrifying. The bravery of these fire fighters is virtually peerless. CiTech has a direct and critical response to disasters with it’s NEXUS 16 comminications tower. Arguably, the first loss in a disaster is critical comunications systems and infrastructure. You’ll likey agree these amazing products have a place in just about evert town on earth and the quick ability to deploy. https://preview.redd.it/fwgcgd7vsm4b1.png?width=302&format=png&auto=webp&s=2f4ae50782aa491881879bd1a53dcd90d37d8f10 Once communications are lost, the solar powered, self contained NEXUS can be deployed and restore communications in 30 minute. 30 minutes. Dwell on that for a moment. For all investors—and everyone else—the NEXUS 16 has a minimal environmental impact. The device, with a small equipment room is solar powered, does not need a level base and uses very little diesel. No specialised training or operators are required. " We can get an entire town back on the air again, in 30 minutes without anything other than a truck that can move it," CiTech's engineer Andrew Hill said, "We found a way to build a room which could house the technology that phone companies need or mining companies need, or emergency services need or more importantly defence needs as well." The enclosed article exemplifies the salient points in this article and the expanding awareness of the importance and compelling nature of the Company’s technology. It would be ghoulish to identify CiTech as a proxy for disaster. Instead we should identify as a proxy for safety, help for those in the disaster zone and the lives saved. Estimates (so far) USD1.79 billion merely to restore Ukraine’s communications infrastructure, the potential of quick deployment is obvious, whether Ukraine, raging bush fires or a weather disaster to name a very, very few. Talks with supplying Ukraine are ongoing. The U.S., Latvian and Ukrainian governments have expressed an interest in the product, according to CiTech Chief Executive Brenton Scott. Bottom Line Unlike a lot of tech companies, CiTech is relatively simple to understand. Proprietary technology to restore communication in a remote area, disaster—natural and manmade—and in a conflict such as the Ukraine conflict. Need a clear definition? “The Nexus 16 a 20ft container sized, technology-agnostic platform that supports a walk-in equipment room, batteries, solar arrays, and generators along with a 16m folding tower. Able to be transported to site on any truck that can take a standard 20ft container, the Nexis 16 can unload itself, adapt to sloping or uneven ground and then deploy 16m cyclone rated tower. - All within 30 minutes.” By all measure, patient investors can get in on the ground floor and be part of a technology that saves land, property, and more importantly, lives. submitted by MightBeneficial3302 to PennyCatalysts [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 19:32 MightBeneficial3302 Citech (CSE: CTTT) (OTC: CTTTF) Promising New Tech Company
| https://preview.redd.it/7iwlto0osm4b1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2db946858c9fe34c6ff3b2360c6c2ab2429babf7 CiTech (Critical Infrastructure Technologies) (CSE: CTTT) (OTC: CTTTF). The company’s lead product set is a range of rapidly deployable, high-capacity communications platforms called the NEXUS 16. The shares listed in late February 2023. https://preview.redd.it/o7b8ygmosm4b1.png?width=1397&format=png&auto=webp&s=6d864342bba644c698c086d67fabf7710aef47ca Upon completing the rollout of its technology, CTTT aims to become an established player in the high-capacity mobile and rapidly deployable markets, delivering long-range communications systems into those places where they are most critically needed. https://preview.redd.it/83qlqhaqsm4b1.png?width=514&format=png&auto=webp&s=40f7948f9d0d959a80144bb6ca91bdeaffdf5677 Let’s use North American forest fires as the current major disaster and then outline the unparalleled relevance of CTTT’s amazing communications technology. CTTT anticipates expanding its business by combining quick-return sales with annuity-based easing to the blue-chip resource, defence, and government sectors. (CSE). Here is CiTech’s LinkedIn page. One large new fire was reported in New Jersey. Nationally, seven large fires have burned 66,209 acres in six states. Since January 1, 18,403 wildfires have burned 518,698 acres across the United States. These numbers are slightly below the 10-year average of 21,908 wildfires and 1,016,684 acres burned. As well, Canada is on track for its worst-ever year of wildfire destruction as warm and dry conditions are forecast to persist through to the end of the summer after an unprecedented start to the fire season. For a map of North American dates upuntil midday June 6th, click here. https://preview.redd.it/sv37c2zqsm4b1.png?width=595&format=png&auto=webp&s=af526739fce9721e5f4faf16ebffb1d2a762afd2 It is horrifying. The bravery of these fire fighters is virtually peerless. CiTech has a direct and critical response to disasters with it’s NEXUS 16 comminications tower. Arguably, the first loss in a disaster is critical comunications systems and infrastructure. You’ll likey agree these amazing products have a place in just about evert town on earth and the quick ability to deploy. https://preview.redd.it/t1u1vdgrsm4b1.png?width=302&format=png&auto=webp&s=aa8c604789a4b257c367d2a1050f3e270cc51e56 Once communications are lost, the solar powered, self contained NEXUS can be deployed and restore communications in 30 minute. 30 minutes. Dwell on that for a moment. For all investors—and everyone else—the NEXUS 16 has a minimal environmental impact. The device, with a small equipment room is solar powered, does not need a level base and uses very little diesel. No specialised training or operators are required. " We can get an entire town back on the air again, in 30 minutes without anything other than a truck that can move it," CiTech's engineer Andrew Hill said, "We found a way to build a room which could house the technology that phone companies need or mining companies need, or emergency services need or more importantly defence needs as well." The enclosed article exemplifies the salient points in this article and the expanding awareness of the importance and compelling nature of the Company’s technology. It would be ghoulish to identify CiTech as a proxy for disaster. Instead we should identify as a proxy for safety, help for those in the disaster zone and the lives saved. Estimates (so far) USD1.79 billion merely to restore Ukraine’s communications infrastructure, the potential of quick deployment is obvious, whether Ukraine, raging bush fires or a weather disaster to name a very, very few. Talks with supplying Ukraine are ongoing. The U.S., Latvian and Ukrainian governments have expressed an interest in the product, according to CiTech Chief Executive Brenton Scott. Bottom Line Unlike a lot of tech companies, CiTech is relatively simple to understand. Proprietary technology to restore communication in a remote area, disaster—natural and manmade—and in a conflict such as the Ukraine conflict. Need a clear definition? “The Nexus 16 a 20ft container sized, technology-agnostic platform that supports a walk-in equipment room, batteries, solar arrays, and generators along with a 16m folding tower. Able to be transported to site on any truck that can take a standard 20ft container, the Nexis 16 can unload itself, adapt to sloping or uneven ground and then deploy 16m cyclone rated tower. - All within 30 minutes.” By all measure, patient investors can get in on the ground floor and be part of a technology that saves land, property, and more importantly, lives. submitted by MightBeneficial3302 to 10xPennyStocks [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 19:28 DarkAvenger27 Going to check out 2015 F150 Lariat at dealer
So I’ve been emailing a dealer about a 2015 F150 Lariat 500a crew cab with the 2.7 and tow package with 36 gallon fuel tank. The truck was brought in from Canada, has only 34k miles, camper top, and is listed for $33,000. I’m planning to go check it out in person. Anything in particular I should look out for?
The dealer also has a 2018 XLT crew cab 302a with FX4, 5.0, and trailer tow package. Mileage on that one is 69k and listed for $34k. I’m aware of the oil issues on 2018 5.0s, so I would look out for the TSB being done.
The pictures on both look decent, but I’ll see them both in person. If the physical condition of both is the same, what would be the better option? My intended use is typical city driving, road trips, and little to no towing within the next few years. Any towing would be something light like a uhaul trailer.
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2023.06.07 19:24 mniotiltavaria tbh this is kind of inconsequential but I’m rewatching and the stuff about winter stuff and snow is so unrealistic lol
I’m on ep 9.16 and they’re talking about how it could snow/blizzard for days and the roads will be “impassable for weeks” in Virginia??? Lmao this would be like a 1,000 year weather event in this area. And back in earlier seasons when they were still in Georgia they occasionally mentioned fear of the winter and how they were gonna survive.. like average winter weather in GA is kinda chilly and might get cold enough to hard freeze a handful of times. Deer hunting season in GA runs through like mid-January or something, small game seasons run through the end of February. Certain crops can grow almost year-round there
I realize this is a petty complaint that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of the story lol but it is irritating the fuck out of me this time around for some reason
ETA- I’ve maybe convinced myself that the apocalypse reversed the upward trending temperatures and that snow became more of an issue as time went on lmao
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2023.06.07 19:23 FloridaChemtrails Visiting Georgetown Next Week 6/11-6/15
I know people have posted before regarding them weather, and usually I don’t give a rainy forecast a second thought, but the owner of our Airbnb has contacted us several times regarding the rain and flooding.
She said that the road leading to the cottage is flooded so we should get an SUV so we switched our rental car and reserved a high clearance Mitsubishi Padero and felt like everything was fine.
She texted again to let us know that the guests that were coming in this week canceled and she gave them a full refund. She said that she is not being overly cautious and the rain is really bad. She has a Volkswagen Jetta and she had to park her car and walk a half mile to the cottage.
She said the cottages high and dry. It is located on the beach, but kind of up on a hill. Thoughts? Is anyone visiting or does anyone live in that area and you can give me some insight. I really don’t want to cancel or reschedule.
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2023.06.07 19:20 KennyLowOnline More then I bargained for.
A couple or so weeks ago, I went thrifting. I work a stable jobs, but I love looking through thrift stores. Alot of time you find some unique gems buried under all the strange grandma vases and flannel shirts.
Somewhere along in one of the aisles, I found a misplaced item, between two cookie jars. It was a perpetual calendar keychain. If you don't know what that is, you can look it up but in short, its a 50 year calendar pocket calendar.
It looked like it was in perfect condition. No rust, no serious scratches. It honestly fasinated me. I grabbed it without a second thought and payed for it. I bargained a little and got it for half the price they were selling on Amazon. I felt like I had hit some sort of small, insignificant lottery.
The calendar was from 2010 to 2060. My dumb OCD brain couldn't get enough of rotation it's upper panel continuously with my thumb.
I got home, and instantly felt overwhelmed for some reason. You know the feeling when your standing in a crowd on a hot summers day? That's exactly how I felt when I walked in. Packed and claustrophobic. It was strange.
But I simply turned the air conditioning up and went to the kitchen to make my self a snack. I made my self a chicken sandwich and started to eat. Still I continued to fidget with the calendar.
Even though I carried the thing with me like a child carrying his favorite hot wheel car, I swear the thing even went warm. Even though it was metal, it remained cool to touch.
Before going to bed, I fidget with it still. I had fun matching dates and confirming its accuracy through my phone. Before going to bed, I placed it on my bedside table.
That night I had a strange dream. It was a lucid dream, but I was used to them, so I didn't really care. I was on a road. There was a sign that said "Mulholland Drive"
I felt around in my pockets. I had my phone. I turned it on to see the time. Whoever said that you can't read in dreams is a fricking liar. The time just read 00:00. It was the date that caught my eye. "6 June, 2023" The date was actually 23 May. Still, it was a dream, so I brushed it off.
The next moment I saw a black 2001 Chevrolet Corvette race down the street, from right in front of me. I knew that car way to well. It was my aunt's. The car suddenly swerved, for no apparent reason, and flipped. Knowing the possibility that my aunt could be in there, I rushed there screaming "AUNTY OPHELIA!"
I reached the car and saw the most gruesome thing I had ever seen. Aunt Ophelia neck had brocken and now head was lolled onto one side. A large glass shard was in her right eye. Her lip was twiching horribly. On the ground were divorce papers.
I woke up with a start. My sheets and pillow were drenched in sweat. To calm my self I immediately grabbed the perpetual calendar keychain from my bed side.
The date set on it was 6 June 2023. My heart dropped. I checked my phone. It was still 23 of may. I don't know what I was expecting. I was paranoid.
Day after day. Each night I slept. I had a vivid nightmare about some one from my family dying. Horrific details I'd remember till the day I die.
On 1 of June, I saw my mom dying due to cancer on 8 April, 2025. I saw her on the hospital bed, struggling for her final breaths. She was completely bald. Her eyes darted around the room, finally landing on me. I cried uncontrollabley. Both in the dream and after I woke up. Again, that stupid keychain calendar was dialled up on 8 April, 2025.
The next day I took my mother to the doctors to check if she really had cancer. A couple day later we got the results. She had a kind of skin cancer caused due to outdoor tanning.
Although I have started to pay for the treatment, I am afraid it might not work.
But that keychain. That God forbid keychain. The dreams started when I bought that keychain. Every time a wake, I see the date of the tragedy I witnessed during the night.
I hate it now. I hate it so much. I can't get rid of it. Everytime I'd give it back to the thrift store, it's back on my bed side table. Everytime I list it on any website, the listing disappears over night.
On 3rd of June, my uncle Phil and aunty Ophelia got a divorce. On 6th of June aunty Ophelia died due to a car crash. Her neck snapped. She had a glass shard in her eye.
The day aunt Ophelia died, I didn't understand what to do. I am going crazy. That night I slept, I was on the roof of my work place. I pulled out my phone. The date was 15 January, 2029.
I looked up and saw a man, slightly older then me. He was sitting on the fence looking down. I racked my brain on who it could be.
Until he looked back.
It was me.
I smiled at myself. "I know you're there. She's gone. You can't stop it. It's better of like this."
And just like that. I jumped. Down the 25 story building. I rushed to the fence and looked down to see my mangled body on the ground. Distinctly I saw I was still smiling.
I am scared. I don't know what to do. I am scared to sleep. I don't want to. I can't. The only thing I could think of was what I had said.
"She's gone. You can't stop it."
I really got more then I bargained for.
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2023.06.07 19:12 Flinfapst seven months in
And I think I've experienced almost everything this job can throw at you. Rural routes are definitely the best when it comes to stop counts. Oh, what a privilege it is to have less than 90 stops and the algorithm blessing you with ample drive time. My DSP requires you to report back for a possible rescue if you're under 75 stops, but honestly that was never a big deal, and it came with a $25 bonus.
However, the harsh winter obviously presented its challenges. Sometimes we operated when we really shouldn't've. Other times the DSP forced the shutdown, but Amazon wouldn't pay out for the day. There was only one day in the winter that Amazon approved the station closure. Apparently they look at some bullshit weather model.
While I appreciated the low stop counts out in the country, the winter would make it suck. Lots of poorly maintained roads, steep hills, and long driveways. I'd get stuck (not too often) and shovel myself out, or receive help from a farmer, or a tow truck sent by dispatch.
Fortunately, there were no accidents. One day in December I was so terrified. The strong winds caused my van to fishtail. Not once but three times. Going 30mph on a lonely highway. Thank God for no traffic because I drifted into the opposite lane.
Another complaint I have for rural routes is how many unleashed dogs I'd encounter. I eventually got used to it but would understand a person of smaller stature being more afraid. Once I was bitten, but the bastard only got the material on my pants.
Now on to city routes. I don't think anyone likes routes with 180-198 stops with 40 grouped stops, 60 apartments, and 40 businesses. I don't get paid enough to work that hard! Plus, my DSP expects high end white glove customer service. We recently absorbed the routes of a failed DSP. They were notorious for customer complaints and mailroom dumping. We're required to do front door delivery and maintain contact compliance which makes apartments take much longer to finish. I hate it. Screw apartments and give me the only-houses residential neighborhoods.
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2023.06.07 19:11 randommannamedmann Reiteration of the PGB (Precision Guided Bomb) from AC04 alongside the current GPB
For Starters, here's the difference of how the two inflict damage :
> PGB in AC04 does wide-radius damage. You dropped it on an enemy tank parked right next or inbetween another tanks, and boom! That's two or three roaches in one stone!
> GPB, ever since AC5, would inflict heavy and pinpointed damage. You drop it on any ground target, and Boom! One shot one kill!
- Now, before we get to the PGB, here's what should be the GPBs in-game performance profile :
> Downside first, It has low mobility, and overall it is not highly accurate against moving ground targets.
> And in relation to my idea of selectable countermeasures, it is susceptible to ESM, if a nearby enemy aircraft activated their IEWS, the accuracy would be considerably worse and it's lock-on time would be sluggish for the duration of the activation.
> Now the upside of it would be Longer engagement range, though for balancing reasons, you're practically close to break into typical SAMs engagement range, but you can drop and leave before entering one.
> And in relation to the weather feature, which hopefully, though likely i assume, would still return, the GPB can be dropped at any weather conditions.
> Another thing would be one can leap it over the obstacles, so if an aircraft were approaching a target behind a mountain and pitch up at certain angle, the bomb can lock-on to that target and then just leap over the mountain and went straight onto it's target.
Before really getting to the PGB, here's one of many things that differentiates the PGB and the GPB
> The PGB would be based off Laser guided smart bombs, e.g. Paveway for one, aircrafts witted with PGB would have a targeting pod by default
> GPB would be based off GPS guided smart bombs, e.g. JDAM for one, and aircrafts equipped with one would not (need to) carry a T-Pod.
- Now for the traits of my reiteration of PGB :
> Since it uses laser guidance from the T-Pod (Which you don't have to do anything about it), it's lock-on range were shorter than the GPB, getting you close to the action, and the aircraft must not perpendicularly 180 degrees pass the target, in the sense or else the T-Pod would lost track of its target due to it's limited angle of visual. (Do correct me if I'm wrong, and maybr share your thoughts too)
> Another downside is, if the weather effects would be carried on to the future games, it requires unbroken line-of-sight between the aircraft and it's target until it's deployed, it would not locked on to targets behind clouds, building, even passing by airplanes as it would have to re-lock again, including from clouds and hazes ot should be cleared of, and when deployed too the bomb needs to maintain sight with its target, though if it lost through clouds and back out again, it can re-track it's original target, though chance of hits are not guarantee depending on where it retains the lock on the target.
> ECMP would render the weapon to be inoperable as intended, it'll be a regular UGB in the period of ECMP activation.
> But, it has high mobility and it can effectively engage moving ground targets.
> And the unique thing about the PGB, this is based of a real life story, were it's ability to lock onto creeping, surface skimming air targets, e.g helicopters. A helicopter flying at certain altitude and air speed can be engaged with it, though the chance of interception would be lower the faster the flying object moving.
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2023.06.07 19:08 TheRealClive Hitter Chapter Three: Tiffany and The Ax - Writer Martin Blank
“There were rules, Mafia codes you had to go by. But the code is ridiculous. It's a code among sociopaths.” David Chase (creator: The Sopranos)
Chapter Three: Tiffany and The Ax - ANTIBES, FRANCE. Jude sat at a small table outside La Forge Restaurant on Jacques Audiberti Place. The petite square was bustling with late morning activity. He sipped an espresso and paged through his USA Today. A group of teenagers passed loudly through the square on their way to the beach from a hostel. Tiffany and her girlfriend were with the group. He had been watching her for about a week now but the right opportunity hadn't presented itself.
He told himself he wasn't delaying the operation because he was on an unlimited expense account and his target was spending the summer on the Cote d'Azur. He supposed milking a client that way would be unethical. The thought amused him. It really
was because he hadn't found the perfect chance to kill her. Mostly. Mostly that was it.
He noted that the Tour de France was passing through the area and decided to find a place to watch the event. And then there was the Musee Picasso on Place Mariejol. He didn't want to miss that.
He could kill Tiffany tomorrow. Or the next day.
Finally it was the weather that forced his hand. A fierce summer storm was predicted for that week. Such an event would make Tiffany's movements unpredictable. She might stay in and weather it, as he would then have to do as well or she might catch the train to a fairer climate. He had no doubt he could find her again, but uncertainties made him uncomfortable. The night before the storm rolled in, he got his perfect opportunity.
It was late, past midnight. Jude had been watching Tiffany as she snuck away with a young man, an Australian, Jude guessed. They had been drinking on the beach, the Plage Gravette, having snuck on after it closed. The location couldn't have been more perfect if Karsen picked it himself. It was surrounded by walls on three sides and faced the ocean. It wasn't lit other than the light kicking off the surrounding apartment buildings. And with the cloud cover from the oncoming storm, it was all but impossible for anyone in the overlooking apartment buildings to see any activity on the beach that night.
Tiffany's male companion passed out after sex. Tiffany lay there, quite drunk herself. Finally she got up and staggered towards the road. Jude watched from the shadows as she came right towards him. She passed one bum, fast asleep by the wall and entered into the tunnel leading from the beach. She never saw Karsen.
She cried out for a split second. But Jude covered her mouth with gloved hands and snapped her neck. He carried her body off the beach, out the gate to the Quai Henri Rambaud and onto a waiting boat.
While Jude piloted the motorboat out into the ocean, into the face of the storm, his partner prepared the body. When they reached far enough out, they dumped the pretty, blonde teenager over the side. And started a media firestorm.
Tiffany Teague was an ordinary American girl. She was from the state of New York. Wynantskill, specifically. A hamlet outside of Albany. She was a junior in college, attending Cedar Crest College in Allentown, PA, an all women's school. She liked Justin Timberlake and Fallout Boy and thought that Paul Walker was the perfect man.
Edward and Maggie Teague weren't rich, or even well off after several failed business ventures, but they doted on their kids and helped Tiffany save for a summer of backpacking in Europe. They were proud of the fact that while most of Tiffany's friends were sitting around getting drunk and pregnant, Tiffany would be learning about the world. They probably wouldn't have been pleased with how she spent her last hours alive.
When she vanished, they began a tireless campaign. Like all parents faced with an unsolvable mystery of this type, they played nightmare scenarios over and over in their heads. Was it worse that she was dead? Or was it worse that she was alive, perhaps living in some horrible situation? Which to hope for? How to pray?
The case caught the attention of Nancy Grace and Greta Van Susteren. The resulting media pressure caused France, the United States and Australia (the home of the poor drunken boy last known to be with her) to redouble their efforts on Tiffany's behalf.
But there was no trace to be found. No clue as to her disappearance. The Australian boy, somewhat of a loathsome cad, found himself now reviled as a murderer. For the life of him, he could barely remember their last hours together. He didn't even remember having slept with her on the beach. A fact attested to by the drunk who watched it, but his testimony was highly questionable.
No one would ever have tied it to a case in Federal Court from almost two years before. The prosecution of a small time thug named Paulie Azeglio. In 2002 Paulie was convicted under U.S.C. § 2315 Sale or receipt of stolen goods, securities or monies. He was sentenced to three years, but died in prison in 2003. His death was retribution in an ongoing organized crime power struggle involving his infamous father, Frank “The Ax” Azeglio. Edward Teague was a juror in the trial that convicted Paulie.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK. Two and half months before Tiffany's death, Jude was in the living room of his home in Sherman Oaks. He had his laptop hooked up to his 70 inch big screen television and he was sitting on the couch watching porn when his cell phone rang with an unknown number. Normally he wouldn't have answered it, but the area code was from New York. And he got a prickly feeling at the back of his neck. So he managed to get his hands clean in time to answer the call before it kicked over to voice mail.
The speaker was abrupt. A limousine would be arriving at his home in forty-five minutes. It would take him to the airport. He would fly to New York, JFK International and be picked up from there for a meeting. After the meeting he would be taken to a hotel before being flown back to L.A. the following afternoon. The option to refuse this was not offered. And Jude, recognizing the voice, knowing the caller by reputation, never once thought of turning it down. He got up, showered and packed an over-night bag. The limo was right on time.
When he arrived in New York, it was almost 4 AM. Another limo was waiting for him and the ride from the airport took forty-five minutes. Jude slept for most of it as it was past one in the morning, California time. He woke from the sound of the limo coming to a stop. The driver opened the door and Jude stepped out, stretching as he did so.
He was in a warehouse complex. Dull orange lights hung from the corners of buildings in halos of mist. The ocean was nearby, though he couldn't see it. He could smell the salt in the air and hear the not-so-distant sound of compressed surf crunching against a wharf. This was an old complex. Rust rotted through the walls of the buildings. Some were missing whole panels.
The limo drove away, leaving him alone. For a moment, there was a tightness in his chest. Anxiety. He didn’t have a gun. He wasn’t armed but that was unavoidable. He pushed it away. Calculated the odds. It was unlikely they brought him this far just to kill him. Unlikely, but not impossible. He pushed the thought away again. You never knew for sure when dealing with the Mafia. Before anxiety consumed him, a door opened. Twenty feet away, a large man wearing a suit stepped out of the darkness and motioned him to come forward. Karsen did not feel better.
The man searched Karsen, patting him down. Karsen didn't object. When the man was satisfied, he waved Jude through the doorway. Neither of them spoke.
Karsen moved cautiously into the old warehouse. It was a huge empty place. Dim light filtered in from broken windows high above. Deep shadows hung like curtains through cavernous space. Karsen lit a cigarette and walked, kept walking towards the center of the warehouse. Finally, seeing no objective and hearing the door crash closed behind him, he stopped. In a dim pool of light drizzling in from a broken window high above.
Footsteps echoed out of the shadows. Coming towards him. Gradually a man emerged from the gloom. He stopped a few feet from Jude. The man was in his late fifties or early sixties. Obviously Italian. His hair was steel grey and his manner was one that assumed authority.
Jude stared at Frank “The Ax” Azeglio. He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled softly. Frank spoke.
“Mr. Karsen.”
“Yeah.”
“Put out your cigarette. My sinuses...”
“Oh. Sorry.” Jude dropped the smoke and crushed it with his shoe.
“Thank you. And thank you for coming.”
“Sure.”
“I have a job for you, Mr. Karsen.” With gloved hands, Frank the Ax passed a manila envelope to Karsen.
“Family member?” asked Jude.
“No.”
“One of the bosses?”
“Is this a quiz show? Open the fucking envelope.” Azeglio pulled out a bottle of nasal spray and took a squirt up each nostril.
Karsen skimmed the information and looked at the photo. A photo of Tiffany Teague. He glanced back up at Azeglio, curiosity on his face.
“This is a teenage girl.”
Frank stared at him. Silent. Jude shot him a small, knowing smile.
“Sure. I'll do it. Any special requests?”
“Make it quick and painless. Make the body disappear.”
Jude nodded and slid the papers back into the envelope. Something was weird about this. There was a reason Frank called him in the middle of the night, flew him across the country. There was a reason they were meeting in this warehouse instead of some back room of a restaurant. Something about this contract was different.
“A mil,” said Jude. “Plus expenses.”
The Ax didn't hesitate or negotiate. “I'll have it wired to your account. Bill me the expenses through our usual contact.”
“You got a deal.” Karsen handed the envelope back to Frank.
“Don't you need this information?”
“I have what I need memorized. I don’t want to carry that file past the TSA.” Karsen turned and walked towards the door. He hadn't gone more than a couple feet before Frank spoke again.
“Mr. Karsen.”
Jude stopped and turned to the mob boss.
“I want you to know why.”
Jude shifted uncomfortably. He was itching to go and he felt the nascent urge to urinate. But it was more than that. Somehow he felt that the longer he stayed, the more...
culpable he was. It was an irrational, random thought, but it nagged him. It put an urgency on him.
“That's not necessary. I prefer not to know. To know as little as possible.”
“But I
want you to know.”
Jude stood there quietly. He desperately wanted a smoke. Frank “The Ax” began to speak.
“My son Paul. Francis Paul Azeglio Jr, you know I wanted a better life for him. Wanted him to go to college, maybe join the military. I didn't want this life for him. This life that you and I lead. I wanted better for my children. Wasn't that the point of fighting my way out of the gutters and back alleys of Brooklyn? And I did it. I gave my children everything. Paul was raised in luxury. He got an excellent education at a private school. He had all the opportunities of privilege at his fingertips. Opportunities I bled and made others bleed to win for him.
“All I wanted was for him to be a doctor or a stockbroker or even a musician. To have a family and give me grandchildren. I wanted my son to escape this life that I was forced into by simple economics and...certain skills I had that others lacked. You understand me, Mr. Karsen?”
“I don't have children,” Jude regretted it the moment it came out his mouth. Frank's expression clouded and his brow furrowed.
“But I get your point,” Karsen added quickly.
“Every father worth a damn wants to protect his children. Of course, to my son, it seemed like I thought he wasn't up to it, like I thought he wasn't tough enough for the job....” Frank trailed off, staring up at the shattered windows with their rusted frames. “Which, of course, was the absolute truth.”
They were silent. Jude's need to piss was growing stronger. But there was no way to leave this conversation. Not until Frank the Ax was done. Was this a confession wondered Jude? Karsen suspected Frank was probably a Catholic. How did he suddenly become this man's priest?
Frank finally broke the silence. “Did your father respect you?”
Ahh jeez, thought Jude, “I broke his jaw when I was sixteen. After that it didn't matter.”
“Bullshit. It always matters. I never even knew my father and I still wonder what he would've thought of me, to this very day. But you took respect from your dad the day you cracked his face.”
“I don't know. I didn't see him much after that.”
“Right...right,” Frank sighed. “Paul wanted my respect. He wanted to impress me, not just as a son or even as a man, he wanted my respect as a gangster. He coulda done anything and I woulda been proud of him. But he wanted to be good, be great at what
I was great at. You understand?”
“I think so.”
“This kid...this right side of the tracks, white kid who never had to fight in his life, decided he was smart enough to do a major job, like it was some movie or one of these cable TV shows. He stole a container full of flatscreen TVs and tried to fence. He wanted to bring down a big score, just like the stories he'd heard his old man tell the boys, when he shoulda been in bed at night...”
“He got caught.”
“Of course he got caught. Grand Theft Auto was a
video game to him. To me, it was a
way of life.” Frank muttered something under his breath that Jude didn't make out.
“What?”
“Nothing. Because Paul went across state lines it was a Federal Crime. Ahh, that shouldn't have mattered. I got the best lawyers, greased the skids with the Judge and the prosecutor. They offered a decent deal, but not enough. I didn't want my boy to do a day inside. So it went to trial. Still shouldn't have been a problem. I hired one of those fancy jury consultant companies and wired the jury...but one slipped by. One man named Edward Teague. Real Dudley do-right. From my man inside, he tells me this Edward Teague bullied this jury, harassed this jury, and wore them out by dragging it on for days so they finally gave in and convicted. They didn't want to convict. But this guy...this guy...he was the foreman and he all but forced them...”
Something didn't ring true about this story, but Jude wasn't about to question a man nicked-named 'The Ax'.
“Tough break.”
“So my sweetheart baby boy, my only son...went to the Federal Pen. God, the way he acted, like it was a badge of honor, like I should be proud of him. I told him-”
Frank stopped, his voice catching as the memory overcame him. He composed himself and wiped a tear, passing it off as rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“I told him. Keep your head down. Do your time quietly and he'd be taken care of. Mob guys can be very safe inside. But he... he still had something to prove...”
Another tear slid silently down the mafia don's cheeks. Jude wanted desperately to leave. But he felt he had to say
something at this point.
“He's dead.”
“I got the guys that did him. I got them already.” Frank wiped the tears from his face and his manner changed. As he spoke, a slow rage filled his voice. “Now. Now I want Edward Teague. Juror number nine. I want him to suffer like I do. To live without his precious child, his daughter that he dotes on, that he loves. I want to rip her out of his arms.” His voice seethed with hatred.
“I want him to hurt...you understand me? I want him to have this
hole in his heart. This ache, this, this
horrible,
empty,
loss torn into his soul.”
Frank stepped closer to Jude, until he was so near Jude could smell the faint medicinal scent of nasal spray on the man's breath. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to burst out laughing, but knew that would mean his instant death. Not figuratively. Frank, in this moment, would kill him for disrespect. It was the thought of his own face being bludgeoned that drove the amusement away.
Brutality filled Azeglio's voice, “I want to take his daughter from him and I want him to live the rest of his life
never knowing what happened to her.”
The cold hatred that burned out of the man was awful in its intensity. His eyes cut into Jude's with the horror of emptiness. Without another word, Frank turned and walked back into the darkness.
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