pull of places of power, and, therefore, will build structures of important in such places. So clock towers, town squares, monuments, all these things are cited where they are situated because of the energy powerful of the location felt by planners and builders of the monumental structures, especially popular works."
Ted had said the place of power was adjacent to the Temple. Laura supposed it made sense that planners and builders were sensing the energy of the place of power and sited the mall where it was situated due to the energy powerful. She smiled. It wasn't Stonehenge, but nobody could deny that the Providence Towne Centre was an important symbol of what its builders revered.
Laura thought for a moment. It might be time to start taking this whole thing more seriously. She'd been relying on Ted's second-hand Lovecraft knowledge for background information, but if she was taking him seriously at last, she had to find out some more information on her own. She typed Cthulhu into the search box and got millions of results. Someone had posted "The Call of Cthulhu" online, so Laura read it. It was pretty much as Ted had described it—bad geometry and horror so indescribable that it defied description.
Having finished with the primary source, she spent a few minutes looking through Lovecraft fan sites, ads for "What Would Cthulhu Do?" t-shirts, Lovecraft related porn, (of course) and the rantings of a few cranks who claimed that some combination of the Rand Corporation, the Trilateral Commission, the Illuminati and the international Jewish Banking conspiracy were hiding the Necronomicon and/or using it to control world events. It was pretty telling, though, that none of the millions of Cthulhu-related pages Laura could call up said anything about a conspiracy to bring the Old Ones back. Even the loonies who believed that a cabal of Jews was controlling the world with a Necronomicon pilfered from the Knights Templar had nothing to say about an active conspiracy to bring the Old Ones back.
Glancing around her cubicle to make sure no one was approaching, she accessed the FBI's internal network and searched for Cthulhu. No records found. She tried Randolph Carter and found a guy from Louisiana who was wanted for mail fraud. Lovecraft—no records. Yog-Sothoth. Nothing. Necronomicon: Level Z clearance required to access these records. Password?
Shit. Level Z? What the hell was that? She'd never even heard of Level Z clearance. Her own clearance was A-14. Well, whatever a Level Z file was, she wasn't going to be seen putting bad passwords into it. But why would this file even exist? Maybe it was the code name of an operation. Or maybe Ted was actually on to something.
Laura cleared her browser's history, gathered up her stuff, and swiped out. She'd made precious little progress on Whitey's withdrawals today. She hoped McManus wouldn't notice that either. Would anyone notice? The word around the office was that everybody knew this project was bullshit, that D.C. had just shoveled this bunch of shit their way to punish the Boston office for embarrassing the bureau nationally by having at least two agents in bed with Whitey.
Laura thought about the best way to help Ted keep an eye on the mall. If he was lurking around all the time, he'd eventually attract the attention of mall security, which was a bad thing for a fugitive from justice to do. She left the building and called the management office of the Providence Towne Centre.
The mall had two pushcart retail kiosks available. One thousand dollars would reserve one for the Harker corporation for a month. Laura read her Amex number out to the guy and hung up. A thousand bucks was a lot to invest in a surveillance operation, but she supposed it was cheap as far as saving the world went.
After work, Laura called Ted and told him that she'd put a deposit down on a month's rental of a pushcart at the Providence Towne Centre so that Ted would have an excuse to be in the mall
Ted had said the place of power was adjacent to the Temple. Laura supposed it made sense that planners and builders were sensing the energy of the place of power and sited the mall where it was situated due to the energy powerful. She smiled. It wasn't Stonehenge, but nobody could deny that the Providence Towne Centre was an important symbol of what its builders revered.
Laura thought for a moment. It might be time to start taking this whole thing more seriously. She'd been relying on Ted's second-hand Lovecraft knowledge for background information, but if she was taking him seriously at last, she had to find out some more information on her own. She typed Cthulhu into the search box and got millions of results. Someone had posted "The Call of Cthulhu" online, so Laura read it. It was pretty much as Ted had described it—bad geometry and horror so indescribable that it defied description.
Having finished with the primary source, she spent a few minutes looking through Lovecraft fan sites, ads for "What Would Cthulhu Do?" t-shirts, Lovecraft related porn, (of course) and the rantings of a few cranks who claimed that some combination of the Rand Corporation, the Trilateral Commission, the Illuminati and the international Jewish Banking conspiracy were hiding the Necronomicon and/or using it to control world events. It was pretty telling, though, that none of the millions of Cthulhu-related pages Laura could call up said anything about a conspiracy to bring the Old Ones back. Even the loonies who believed that a cabal of Jews was controlling the world with a Necronomicon pilfered from the Knights Templar had nothing to say about an active conspiracy to bring the Old Ones back.
Glancing around her cubicle to make sure no one was approaching, she accessed the FBI's internal network and searched for Cthulhu. No records found. She tried Randolph Carter and found a guy from Louisiana who was wanted for mail fraud. Lovecraft—no records. Yog-Sothoth. Nothing. Necronomicon: Level Z clearance required to access these records. Password?
Shit. Level Z? What the hell was that? She'd never even heard of Level Z clearance. Her own clearance was A-14. Well, whatever a Level Z file was, she wasn't going to be seen putting bad passwords into it. But why would this file even exist? Maybe it was the code name of an operation. Or maybe Ted was actually on to something.
Laura cleared her browser's history, gathered up her stuff, and swiped out. She'd made precious little progress on Whitey's withdrawals today. She hoped McManus wouldn't notice that either. Would anyone notice? The word around the office was that everybody knew this project was bullshit, that D.C. had just shoveled this bunch of shit their way to punish the Boston office for embarrassing the bureau nationally by having at least two agents in bed with Whitey.
Laura thought about the best way to help Ted keep an eye on the mall. If he was lurking around all the time, he'd eventually attract the attention of mall security, which was a bad thing for a fugitive from justice to do. She left the building and called the management office of the Providence Towne Centre.
The mall had two pushcart retail kiosks available. One thousand dollars would reserve one for the Harker corporation for a month. Laura read her Amex number out to the guy and hung up. A thousand bucks was a lot to invest in a surveillance operation, but she supposed it was cheap as far as saving the world went.
After work, Laura called Ted and told him that she'd put a deposit down on a month's rental of a pushcart at the Providence Towne Centre so that Ted would have an excuse to be in the mall
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