tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56431303085754147342012-01-27T19:05:08.982+09:00Keel is the main character in a novel I am writing. He works for a secretive group that operates out of western Canada that has connections to a larger organization made up of simiar groups in the British Commonwealth. This first story connects the Alberta Oilsands and a University of Alberta graduate student who has come up with a more efficient way of extracting the oil from the sand, thus possibly tilting the balance of oil power in the world.Keelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105696669663094426noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643130308575414734.post-49793773343414644612007-09-30T19:52:00.000+09:002007-09-30T19:53:31.936+09:00

Karson always enjoyed his visits to the Johns’ house. It was a perfect balance of warmth and academia. Tastefully placed bookcases were filled with a wide array of literature illustrating the diverse range of interests of the professor and his wife. Works from Leonard Cohen and Margaret Atwood to Nolm Chomsky and Bob Woodward were just a taste of what could be found on the shelves. Dispersed

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One of the perks of working with Dr. Johns was that occasionally you were invited to his home for dinner, drinks and more importantly, to chat. Many previous fellowship recipients had made their big mental breakthroughs during those moments. Although Karson’s big moment hadn’t come from a chat with the good professor, it had come from his Orchid. After leaving the campus, Karson had driven

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Hey all. It's been a few months, but I'm back at it full force. 2 more chapters have now been posted. I hope you keep reading.Keel

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“Daniel.” The soft purr of her voice resonated through the door and into his body sending an electric current right to his groin. She had done it again. Every time he tried to resist showing his excitement before she came in and every time he lost. It was the only time and only part of his body that wouldn’t listen. That he couldn’t control. The door softly clicked open and the wonder that

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Once he was outside the engineering building, Walker took a moment to pause and catch his breath. He wasn’t out of breath, but was still in disbelief. Leaning over the entrance guard rail he pulled the sheet of paper that he had taken from the printer out of his back pocket. It had just been sitting there in the printer tray just asking to be taken. Looking at it again, he still could barely

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Sorry to be off for the whole summer, but it jst couldn't be helped. I'm back home now and have been writing in a notebook to get my head back into it.A new chapter (or 2 or 3) will be posted up by the weekend. I hope you all keep reading.Keel

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Yeah, I just can't think these days, so I'll be taking a longer break from posting anymore chapters for a while. My plan of finishing the whole book off during my time off is just not working out.

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"Sorry I couldn't make it to dinner last night, baby." "That's ok sweetness. How did it go?" Sing reached up and pulled some of her hair off of her face, revealing partially covered black emeralds that turned upwards towards Keel. Looking down into those startling eyes, Keel could see a Chestershire-like grin underneath the rest of the silk, surrounded by a semi-dark cream-like skin accented by

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“Mmmmmorning toughie.” Keel woke up the next morning with a soft, yet firm naked body molded against him like a warm tropical ocean wave. Long, black silk was strewn over his chest, concealing the angelic face underneath. After dining alone the previous evening, he had gone for a walk down Jasper Avenue into the downtown area. There had been a time when the city’s social scene had left the

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Walker had now relegated himself to sitting on the floor behind Dr. Johns’ desk with his head resting against the top right drawer. He was just starting to doze off when a sudden burst of noise roused him and caused him to inadvertently bang his head off the drawer. As if suspended in time, he remained motionless, listening for any reaction from Karson to the bang. Hearing nothing, he gazed

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Hiding behind Dr. Johns’ desk, cowering like a beaten dog, Walker had been seething for having to do it. If word had gotten back to Johns that he had been here, uninvited, the repercussions would have been severe. Now, a brief moment of pleasure hearing Karson swear to himself. Karson wasn’t as smart as he thought he was, thought Walker. I, Walker Stromberg was the deserving one. He had as

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Karson ran down the hallway with an even more pronounced look of restrained expectation on his face. Reaching the door, he once again missed that it hadn’t locked it. Instead, he moved straight to his work area setting two fluid filled chemistry beakers down onto the counter. He had called his friend Jason who he knew would be working in his Archaeology lab, working on his thesis paper. A

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Karson’s research had been focusing on the ‘in situ’ side of the oil sands extraction side. The problems involved in this were the expense and difficulty of blasting steam down into the sandy oil pockets found below the surface, but also the expense of refining the extracted oil. Currently, it cost about $12 per barrel compared to the approximate $4 for the sweet crude of the Middle East. High

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Walker Stromberg had been at RATT the night before with his lacrosse buddies. He was 6’ 2”, a solid 200 lbs with wavy blond hair down to his shoulders and a chiseled jaw. He was a ladies man. The fairer sex gravitated towards him like cash to a casino. The top ‘attackman’ on the U of A lacrosse team, Walker also came from money. Old money. His great great grandfather had made his mark

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About a block down from his apartment building, Karson stopped into a 7-11. With his head still pounding from last night’s bender, he decided a bottle of iced tea was needed to wash down a few more head pills. Focusing on work was going to be a struggle today. Opening the door the convenience store brought a momentary stay of relief as the air conditioning washed over his face. It suddenly

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Karson had dragged himself out of bed the next morning and into a hot shower by 11am. The stream of hot water pouring over his head did very little to ease the pounding of the hammer that seemed to exist within the confines of his skull. Digger and the gang had been successful at misleading the amount of alcohol he had consumed the previous night. By constantly diverting his attention and

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“That idiot! That fool! What did the hell did he think he was doing?” “Our men tried to find him in time, sir, but he slipped through. He thought it would make a difference. He was a believer, sir.” It was 7 o’clock the next morning. Two men were in an executive looking office on the south side of Edmonton. One man, was furiously pacing behind his large desk, covered with papers and notes

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Within one hour, Keel was back across town sitting in a booth by himself. He was just starting to dig into his pan bread. It was one of Earl’s’ most popular and core appetizers. That and their buffalo wings with Parmesan dipping sauce. With a rye and ginger off to the right side of his plate, he tore off a piece of bread and dabbed it into the bi-colored liquid. As the strong and unique

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- most of the changes relate to the dialogue.- minor changes elsewhere

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Back in his rented car four blocks from the Bropen residence, Keel reached into his left bicep pocket and pulled out his Blackberry. It looked like most others, but its guts had had some modifications done to it. He punched in an initial 6-digit number and then waited. After hearing a buzzing sound, three clicks made their announcement and were then followed by silence. Keel punched in

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Prologue- a section has been added to the end of the prologue. A woman enters the office after Keel leaves.Chapter 2- I have decided to change who Karson is - who he is and what he looks like.Type rest of the post here

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Keel tuned into the voice of Carl Bropen from the kitchen and smiled. Before turning away, he looked upon Kevin Whitewall one last time. He picked him up and had moved him over to the kitchen table. Seating him the end chair, Keel had used one of the meat carving knives and sliced Kevin’s throat from right to left with his left hand while lifting his head up with his right hand. Using his left

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Although terrorism had not yet made a mark on Canada, it had sickened him to see what had befallen his historical brothers to the south – the brothers that had rebelled against the King – the black sheep of the family. They were still family though, even if they didn’t know it and acted like a spoiled kid sometimes. Keel had worked with American Special Forces in his past and had made lifelong

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The coolness of the prairie night can feel ominous, but the man in black is at home. This is when he feels the most comfortable. This is when he feels truly in control. He knows exactly where he is and he knows what exactly is surrounding him. He can feel it. He can sense it.He has been lying on the cool moist ground surrounded by nature’s camouflage. The tall Pine trees and thick underbrush give

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The North Saskatchewan River, lying at the bottom of a beautiful majestic valley, runs right through the city of Edmonton. On the south side of the river, Karson Delly sat in his lab in the science building at the University of Alberta. A graduate student, he had been there since 8am. It was now 7pm. Karson had baby blue eyes and his dirty blond hair was more gray now. The last facial

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It was still early in the morning when Keel left the office and walked out of the building from which he had just had the short meeting. Those meetings rarely lasted long. They didn’t need to be long. Not for what he did. He was an “end man”. If and when there was problem within the organization that needed to be ended, he did it. He did not work within the Human Resources department though.

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At first it was confusion, followed quickly by surprise, shock, and finally ending in fear. Pain coursed through his body. The focal point being in his throat. Taste suddenly hitting his senses. The taste of .... death.Calgary, Alberta, Canada.The story in the Calgary Reporter read:Oil Engineer MurderedEDMONTON - Nelson Graves, an engineer and employee of CanOil, Canada’s third largest oil

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NOTICE: Keel is now underway for your reading pleasure, amusement and critical reviews.

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