provision.
What, by many, was considered a precedent-of perdition. A strangely, pro-quotient dynamic in convention and conviction. An art-of demeaning and the ploy, of in-variant; to prove and provide by prevailing men. What was a deep-sense of sanctified-sentiment. What had been hammered-together in vitality, advance and forwarding; the force-of vacillation in the choice-of charter, challenge and charge. And now, a perpetual-pretense to afford a facilitating-tactic. ...Which was warded, and by a wherewithal to perceive and propound in vectored-premise. The effectual-presence of guising, felt intensely. There was no turning-back, it was a complex of perniciousness; an invite, to put a ploy into a nominal-perception. What became a relative-fruition, from precept to proctor; pre-laid, proposed and proponent. He-accepted and relied-on such things... Aspiring-to advance a-role in his-people and place; by pretense and profundity. And what was a 'devolving'-of self-panoply. His-people had always played a part-in his life. By time the correspondent-cooperation of a nation he'd been in termination; for more modern, politicians. The Spring-Awakening in the Middle East marked the suspicion of old-head in office. He had wanted less and less to do with being an official. There was much he could have taught, then; more he could have learned. It was as all things, much was simply abandoned.
So in self-enterprise, he left the national-establishment for a less sensitive; more needy back country, where his people still resided. Most nationalists were corrupt, and those that weren't, were burned-out... But in your own hometown they-appreciated you and could find meaning-in your tribal-actions. And so the order and ordinal of things, swayed heavier by return to one's roots and society. And now, he'd accomplished, if only that pensive. War, which-was a national-reality; while peace had always been subjugated-by resolve and conflict. Thus, the image-of impunity was always a propriety. He could no more dismiss this than devote his-life to the small world of his people. Yet still his small-tribe, was all he had. He-realized the once, duties; were now demands of a simply, subsequent, society. And he knew about discipline and dedication, of what was the relegation in-impact and impose-to social-realities.
It was by construct, 'impetuous' and by prospect, prodigious to be defined and determined to mostly, and virtually, compose and reprise-in what was a vital-of-vision, and effacing-proposed and as an induction; of what was a professed-preeminence and apprising. It was all a complicit of terms to dismiss-agile and adjudications. An effective-refute in self-density and terms-of dispersion. From cause and incursion, to call and caring, it was all needed and necessary, in-eyes... If he, was to meet his-demise. And that reality was a resolute and absolved-one machine had become the reason for attacking them, to him and others; the weak-universal quality to overturn the old-ways, to become worldly and wicked, to weaken the bloodline in following an utter overlord-ship of infidel of the U.S. and the world... How, 'they' attempted-to dissect-apart the ancient-ways... To impose dual-dimension of a 'devilish'-demeanor. Many of his people were torn to serve the American and world-culture. Creating a separate-innate and born-reverence to those native minded.
They tended-to 'devise', local-cause for his-people only to abandon, buy and decree-upon a world-apart. He'd thought to try to cause and create, a political-addendum for the country and all, the people under-represented by the government but it would not be deemed-rights for reason. That those unknown and unknowing, was to 'big' of a jump for the cause of a nation... Elections, tended to lend to deflection and depiction, but not derivation. It was even, too hard for the best of social-bestowal. So what was minutely, enamored; was all that could be offered. Like American unions in the '30s, he'd recognized that money and cultural mogul-ism would hold, till it was broken by social-upheaval. Unfortunately, they were resigned to personal self-implicit... So with resignation, the need for resonance and ultimately, recourse in a social thinking; created-to a residual of assertive-design. It was a reach, both back and forward. But he could, as his people did for him, intended a full-reverence-to Islam, Alla and His-people... He'd emerge as a leader, respected and devoted-to. And thus, it was given as written. 'Alla, be praised'.
And now, his true-resolution would see him be a martyr, against a world torn-against a devout-people. An honor, harbor and heeding-to fight in Jihad... A redeeming, in destroying the great frame-work to fortune. And the reproach against another dynasty demand and deploring. An emanate provocation, defined and aligned-to over-throw and resurrect, in the durable-cause; of the few, to the many. The Quran had always taught to be dutiful and determined-in the work of Alla... That 'sanctity' and definitive was an arduous-rectifying that the joys-of Mohammed, moral-ethics and mortality; were factors fostered-in functionality. So the structure, of his life, his-mission and his people; made him to work to divulge a plan. In the intending, so defying a comport-of 'universal'.
...Bo Jon was at the base, at the computer, to discuss evidence... He was luckily, given temporary clearance. He was given complete access, receipt and clearance-to information-data, evidence and records. There was no time to waste. He was a little 'rusty', but he caught-on fast. The computer-bay was twenty-nine interstices of a 600 terra-byte, super-constant-retrieve and command, hyper-computers. At first, he went directly, to Arab-information; then, to newest American dated-knowledge about 'Star-fire', and the incidental-reports and finally, following-up on all information by the Japanese-worker and all his-implicit. Nothing, could be taken for granted. He had to be as close to 'spot-on' as possible. He then began to triangulated, whose identity in usage was becoming less popular. But he had a new-dimension of detection, which he was growing skillful at rather fortunately; what was at first a 'kernel' of proving, due-findings. Yet certain-things had to be 'just-right' in its re-cumbrance... Bo, was still accurate at his data-retrieval. In his newest-detective skill was borne and breached from technical to tantamount, in what was the plural-avail to find, focus and fortune. It had arose-out of point and picture, a calculative visual attuning-to make firm; the fabric of clue inter-workings. A passive-aggressive, atonement. And with time established and in shifted focal on the brink-of detection...
...As a true case-study, it had been developed and he was one of its best developers. A talent he'd availed at; and in both his intelligence and keenness, he come-into his own. So it in his newly and ably, allowed him to pull-together; concerting and accumulating that worked, with speed. A mitigated-exactness that instead of cursory-vantage was concomitant careful, congealing. He'd used it with talent as the data entry to conferred-consolidation in the new-issues of detective-sustenance. The screen-blinked, relayed and shattered with electronic-conduit. He was zeroing-in, of the how; in 'clouds', programs and relaying. And stirring in the admix of beta-detection... He decided to quit after an hour, with several storage-portrayals. An eminence to a new-age protocol, to vise a certain-pretension; which would hold a 'price' and purveying. He, in before-approach, knew the new technical-provision needed to be applied and revision; it was a new term to work. Which as an excellent-detective, realize they had to work-in a wide-reliance. He'd kept up on the dynamics of cyberspace, the newest-technical and highest-performance to carry-out in the new definition. He'd always been a 'good-detective'. Yet with age, came both wisdom and matured-modernity...
At the age of 61, had to keep his skills about him. He'd stayed very-healthy for his-age... Native-Americans were known for stamina and personal-wisdom. He'd retired from the duties of youth. But detective work was in his blood. From the hunt on bush-range, to the once warrior; he had a good-heritage for finding and outwitting his-quarry. An official-adept, proven by capacity. And now, in the new-venture he was pitting his best capability to discover, detail and uncovered what would be a crime-of the century... He brought his 6 terra-byte computer to integrate what was the tenements of his-theories. He was going to round-up the loose-ends within a time-frame now enlisted to be attained-by being proficient. He was trying to fight a war, to not allow a cat
astrophe. In his inward, most preciseness; to counter a precept to vindicate and advantage-vocal. It was deep, deeper than any court-case he'd ever done. But he realized the evidence would save lives and perhaps the progress-of the world.
He'd been given an order to proffer and materialize a culprit, or culprits. The situation was dire, Star-fire was sitting ready to be launched into inter-planetary journey. It required an imminent detective to-end what intricately came from no where... The witness to what was still unsure and uncertain, suspicion. The Feds had years ago, in the 'quiet' after war stood down from intricate prohibition. In what was a prospect of war's end, everyone wanted to forget and forgive. What was the cold-complicit to separate from past prudence. So Homeland Security became post-war healing, and the once bar of life became the 'brace' of benefaction. So this, in the highly clever resolve of Bo; he quickly counted-on to now thought-'dead' dimension. Yet those who kept their wits about
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