The Sea Horse: Thomas Obadiah Rook


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“Costumes! I didn’t watch my family sweat themselves to the grave to see this city filled with masks.” “Calm down Wes, this city’s worst problems aren’t these guys. They’re a gimmick, they’ll pass. The problem is half the bureaucracy of this city is crooked, and the other half are morons.”

Wes Kane sighed. “It’ll get better. We’re going to get a handle on the crooks, and the politics, that’s not the danger. The risk of being made into a laughingstock before we can, that’s the risk.” Martha Hilbrite looked at her cousin. “I’ve lived in New York, Chicago, Washington, and London, and I’ve learned something. When it comes to cities, common crazy is internal.”

“What does that mean?” “It means that if it is something that happens regularly, it ceases to make the national news. It’s bad for business, reporters don’t report every jewelry store robbery on a national level, it’s too common place.”

Wes stared at his cousin in disbelief. “You’re telling me that the more masked weirdos we have the less it gets noticed?” Martha put her hand on the banker’s arm. “Relax, Wes, you can still have your real estate empire. This city is going to be around for a long time.”

“How can you be so sure! You run the local network news, I build skyscrapers. What do we have to do to get a handle on this city?” “Simple, we have to get a connection, and I have it.”

“You remember Martin Potts, the financier? He introduced me to a man at his last party who works for the government. He wants to turn Oceania into a major international city, for undisclosed reasons. His name is Agent Thomas Obadiah Rook.”

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