LEAKED: The Grey Files The Journal Series PART IV: The Story Continues

By Ash Nom DePlume

In honor of being banned, a special price. Now in paperback too.
The 4th installment in the continuing adventures of the Angry Brothers, including James Angry's first encounter with Naltrexone. Check out the revenge of the week in the book, which is a fan favorite. We have James Grey, who was missing for 30 years to return to become a UFO investigator, his uncle John, who is at least 700 years old, two un-dead monks Jack and James Angry. So if you like magic murder, mystery, gratuitous sex, violence, revenge, drugs, and so on, this you should like this series. If you haven’t read the earlier books, they are available in as a compilation for a low price in honor of being banned.

Aliens, Demons, and now court ordered Rehab, what could go wrong, after all it is only Monday.
As always, less than a designer coffee.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ash Nom DePlume
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463942352

Ash Nom DePlume

Pen Names are useful for separating the part of me that needs the day job and paycheck from the naughty fun of writing fiction. Between my day job and dyslexia, writing has been a challenge but you cannot keep a good story down. I hope you enjoy the stories. If you do, tell everyone, if you do not, tell me at the contact information in the book. Free access codes for the first Angry Brothers based story, the rest have a small honorarium though from time to time there are free. The Angry Brothers is a free show that can be found on YouTube and in many other places.Hidden in my stories are actual science facts, as well as a mystery or two when I can. I always try to keep the elements of a good story, A little religion, a royal figure, a little sex (sometimes a lot), and a mystery. This makes the shortest story that meets these requirements is, "Good God, the Queen is pregnant; who did it?"I hope the readers like my stories enough to come back for more and, better yet give favorable recommendations to their friends. Please check out my newest website http://www.ashnomdeplume.com to get more detail on books. If you are interested in proofreading or commenting on a galley copy let me know. It is all good fun and I do enjoy honest feedback even when it is you missed this error.Ash

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The Grey Files:

Angry Brothers Volume 4

Copyright May 2017 Ash Nom DePlume

Published with permission of the legal copyright holder in this edition.

eBook ISBN:

Print ISBN: 9781976753855

Editing and review by Jack Angry of the Angry Brother’s, whose characters appears in the book are used with his permission, consent, and assistance as he owns all rights to his characters and those of his cast of players.

All Rights Reserved, so no part may be used, reproduced or story characters without permission of the copyright holders of those characters. Contact can be made via the contact information found at the end of this work, email [e-mail] is also available to reach the copyright holder of this work. Jack Angry can be contacted through his various distribution methods directly for those who want to make use of his materials, and subscribing to his YouTube channel is a nice way to show him support, and Egor at Ultra Toxic Television who stopped by for lunch, and hosted the crew for a few days.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is a work of adult or mature audience fiction and not intended for young readers consider this a PARENTAL ADVISORY of unsuitable for young and/or impressionable minds, or those easily offended. This work contains Aliens, Zombies, Paranormal, and sexual situations, and a host of other topics unsuitable for younger readers, and such.

Table of Contents

The day was starting so good, until…..

Dear Journal for a day that started so well, it is getting expensive.

Dear Journal the day ended on a better note, but a sullen Zombie is……

Dear Journal: Why do grateful people feel the need to start repayment early in the morning?

Dear Journal: Never give an engineer much less a woman an open line of credit on a project.

Dear Journal: Paid employees are happy employees.

Dear Journal: The nice thing about a big RV is you can get some sleep while someone else drives.

Dear Journal: Dinner on the Wharf needs a credit line.

Dear Journal: Hangovers and autonomous machines can both be a pain

Dear Journal: Seeing something coming like a freight train doesn't make it better.

Dear Journal: I got a good sleep, but I should have not left the woman folk all worked up and Jack without a wingman.

Dear Journal: Once again things go as expected, the problem is what is expected.

Dear Journal: Elvis has left the building.

Dear Journal: Monday's suck, and 7:30 a.m. at a special court session really sucks

Dear Journal: Hell hath no fury of a woman scorned, has nothing on a woman from hell scorned.

Dear Journal: Laying a trap can be a lot of work

Dear Journal: I got my workout.

Dear Journal: The future of warfare is scary.

Dear Journal: Battles may be anticlimactic, the aftermath and cleanup is anything but clean.

Dear Journal: Time to cash in on a close encounter of the faked kind.

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Prologue

This is the borrowed, purloined, leaked, or do I dare say the honest phrase, stolen private Journal of Ian James Salvador Grey Dragonovich. For those who have read his other Journals he is a special person and if you look at the same source, you obtained this Private Journal you should be able to obtain his other journals. James as he goes by, has a 30-year gap in his life with no apparent aging or memory during this time and is a bit paranoid about losing more time, he is a prolific journal writer. Then he has been abducted by aliens and now is hunted by religious nuts from both ends of the spectrum plus governments, all looking for something from him. Now he has a wife and two friends who are almost housebroken. Luckily for us, as readers of this and the other series, I have purloined that I am able to beat the security of this online storage service, enjoy.

Jack and James Angry are two undead monks who have been in vile servitude since the American Revolutionary War. They try to do the right thing, but they have a less than healthy employment situation, working for Infernia, Syn, Ash, and the replacement of the month, all claiming to be working for the source of inspiration for the Alt-right movement.

Ian James Salvador Grey Dragonovich is still trying to get ahead of the game as it were, and little things like a treasonous president, and all his corrupt minions, are keeping him from enjoying his honeymoon. If that isn’t bad enough his traveling companions keep stepping into trouble, which is also putting a crimp on his chasing the new wife and saving the world.

It’s all good as long as I don’t get caught, so enjoy your voyeuristic view into his life. If you meet any of these people don’t tell them you have been reading their innermost secrets, they might not like it. My apologies for this one taking so long, but my friend Wesley Kelso, on December 20th it was time for him to go to Valhalla and while missed, he is not forgotten.

Sincerely yours,

Your Secret Hacker

The day was starting so good, until…..

The smell of coffee fixed the way you like it can be a powerful memory. Especially in the twilight between sleeping and the morning light. I sleep the sleep of the dead which is an odd counterbalance to my physical capacity when I am awake. So there I am in a twilight land enjoying the aroma of coffee with the right about of cream and sugar, trying to decide if I want to completely make it back to the light of day. Then I am aware that my lovely wife has her mouth wrapped around my dominate brain and I am about to give her the reward she craves. And they say there is no heaven or paradise in another realm.

I am coming around, and thinking that I need to grab Emily and rotate her into my favorite snacking position to return the favor and return the favor to start her day on a good note too. As she was mumbling something about time I noticed, there was a huge ruckus of noise outside.

James Angry was shouting something about not knowing where the psychotic bitch’s boss was, followed with and you can shove that citation pad up your ass. We are legally camping in a place reserved for that purpose and have all the permits for shooting films for two more days. Who in the FUCK do you think you are waking people up without so much as a good morning and sorry to disturb you! My memory gets better as I get a bit more awake.

I started to get up, but Emily rightfully pointed out I should finish the cleanup and dressing part first. A couple of minutes and a half cup of coffee later I was ready for battle. I opened the door to find some more righteous than thou sort of policeman, the aide to the Demonic Breitbart executive on a slab somewhere in the depths of Department 1793 version of Hangar 13. I am guessing she called some equally alt-right though not demonic cop to do her bidding on this one. Not that the unaltered humans at Breitbart do not possess worst mindset of hate and intolerance than any demons, but sadly that just makes them part of the worst aspects of humanity.

Emily was on the phone and telling me to not exit the camper, per instructions from the Attorney that is on call for these things, as Bizarre Strange & Magical is always having one of our people crossways with the law. While James was taking umbrage with the policeman awakening his half-dressed female bedmate, Jack came to the door of the camper.

Get in and don’t buy into this, we don’t need both of you in the pokey, I said.

Well you won’t be in a fucking blizzard this time if we have to break him out, Jack said in an attempt at humor.

Get your ass in here and close the door. They will need a warrant to enter if we don’t make a ruckus, and then we are screwed as I have more than my license allows, Emily said.

If it looks like it will come to that, I will exit and be far enough from the RV that that won’t be an issue, not to mention I am not drunk, stoned or stupid at this point, though another cup of coffee couldn’t hurt, I replied.

Coffee, oh please or kind mistress of compassion and grace, Jack began.

Over the top, it is in the pot, you better pour yourself one before sleeping beauty drinks it all, she said while handing me a refill with cream and sugar. Almost as good as the wake-up hummer.

A bit later that was the banging of a nightstick or baton on my RV. The tone is set for the start of this conversation. I open the door fast enough to startle the moron with a badge abusing my expensive piece of research. I have an attorney on the cell phone, shall I add, damages to my property from your abuse to ruining the start to my morning during my honeymoon to your tab? I said while he was backing up for room to move as I given him enough of an adrenaline rush to have him jumpy for the rest of the morning.

Emily was in recording mode with the phone along with the twenty or so, others who tried to keep up with James’ the chugging of a whiskey bottle championship challenge later. The speaker from my phone with a woman’s voice was identifying herself as our attorney on a multi-party call with the police shift supervisor wanting to know what was going on. It seems the policeman with a take-home car was on his way into work when he decided it was necessary to stop and start writing his quota of tickets for drunk and disorderly citations to our merry band of unconscious camping guest.

About an hour later the shift supervisor was there fixing most of the issues. The citations were written against James, Faith aka Katy his sober but distraught bedmate, and four others, would have to be adjudicated or the fines paid because once written they could not be rescinded. Something about being status offenses like parking and minor traffic citations, to avoid bribing the policeman to take them back in exchange for a tip, routine.

So one the merry band of not so merry men was doing the driving, using my rented van,for the routine to go and fight city hall. I am not feeling good about this. Especially as the mindless bimbo Demonic Breitbart executive assistant, Chasity Swartz, was still on-site after everything cleared. She had rather illegally ridden in the police car with her pet policeman to start up all this shit.

After the policeman and his unhappy supervisor left without Chasity, but I had not noticed she was not in the police car at that moment. At this point I went back the RV, I found Chasity rummaging through Emily’s stash with delight. I got you now, I will have you all arrested and then we will get to the bottom of what you did with my master, she said with that scary funny little light in her eyes, that begs for a white padded room with soft walls. I then noticed that Chasity was wearing something similar to Jack’s jewelry and that it was glowing with the same light as her eyes. This is not good. Emily came into the RV at this point and Chasity made a lunge in her direction.

There was a snap as she fell over me with her chin hitting the counter and neck snapping straight back. As fast as I can be, this was over before she hit the ground.

Emily took things well, What did you do that for. AHHH ahhh ahhh, holy shit…. And so forth. I grabbed the carcass of the Demonic Breitbart slave and noticed that her pierced earring studs had a metal piece that extended up the ear flesh towards the skull

She is no longer human, notice the earrings. Dumb ass luck, or we would not have found this out. I wonder if all the slaves are so wired, or just those on their way to be Jack and James? I said.

After more screaming and examining, there was less noise in the RV. We got Claudia on the phone, you have got to love video chat. Well Claudia was fascinated by the implications of bio-robot girl, etc. That since she is on the other side of the country, can I put her on ice until later, when she would have someone come and fetch it, and bring me another cooler and freezer with dry ice making capacity, as I seem to be racking up quite the body count.

The power units of the Stirling Engines like to be cold, so I had equipped the RV with set up for a compressor to make liquid air and dry ice as a next step upgrade. Which sounds like a lot of equipment and energy, but the net is positive. I digress, back to the ice, between what was on hand of those materials and the fifty pounds of ice for the beer and libations the body should be good for about 3 days if nobody opens the cooler, which is now strapped onto the storage rack on the back of the RV. I hate putting bikes on top of an RV. They are such a pain to get down and shift around making noise, scratch paint when you drive.

Well, at least we did not have to empty all of the deep freezer to fold her in there. I have a nice selection of steaks and frozen dinners in there and would hate to have them messed up, Emily said, now that she has calmed down and realized that Chasity was no longer fully human at the time of her fall. It really was dumb ass luck she fell. I didn’t do it. I don’t know if she is ever going to buy into that luck can do things that planning and skill never could.

I think Emily believes me, but I could be deluding myself, and she repacked her excess stash to a variety of places that involved hermetically sealed containers. I, on the other hand, found myself at the BBQ for my own needs and the guest that remained in the area for filming. All of which was emptying a large part of the freezer.

I did not notice that Jack sent me a long hand written text message on my phone until later.

"Jimmy,

Things are not going well here.

I wanted to take a moment to familiarize yourself with the jewelry and objects on mine and brother James’s persons so that in the event we are ever captured by a less than friendly foe or agency or god (pardon my french here) forbid killed, you would know how to disposition these our possessions. I will start off with mine and then move on to James’s so better to keep everything straight.

On my Right hand I wear a large solid gold ring in the shape of a skull with the right eye socked containing a ruby and a diamond tooth, I know this sounds incredibly gaudy as I have heard from James and many others on numerous occasions but it serves its purpose, if you look on the inside of the band you will see sever enochian (angelic) script characters I won’t go into the control word this forms but it does allow me to subject other living dead, animals and lesser demonic forms to my will (it doesn’t work on dachshunds so just keep that in mind if you ever run up against one) and it can turn the most vicious pit bull to a big lap baby. Anyone who wears the ring will know how to use it because the ring will advise them so in less than gentle terms. I will put a caveat here it could turn a normal mundane human brain to the consistency of strawberry pudding. You or Uncle John would have the best chance of using it and living to tell that tale.

The Medallion I wear over my robe when I do the show (the Dracula looking one) that is where my ability to do feeble mind spells come from, the jewel at the center is crystallized demon blood and the metal of the medallion itself was forged from the sword of a defeated arch angel reportedly brought down by Lucifer himself I acquired it in the city of Dis (see Dantes inferno). The medallion is semi-aware of its existence and will try to communicate with those of weaker minds around it. This must be kept away from (the Demonic Breitbart crew or Trump or his people at all costs).

My 2 walking canes you have seen them on my shows the claw holding a large glow in the dark globe and the one showing a large skull with horns they are unique the globe can warp reality around it for a short time and has the ability to stun or kill with psychic blasts the globe can also induce blindness in enemies and is quite indestructible, The one with the Skull with horns was not really intended to exist in the mortal world because it can remove the life-force of whatever you use it against, it is reputed to be capable of killing demons of a higher order like Inferna or Ash & Syn. Finally keep it away from anyone with a psychic sensitivity it has driven several former owners mad. Take the advice of a friend if I am dead throw that thing in the deepest part of the ocean you can find or drop it into a volcano, just saying.

James’ masonic medallions are benign and have minor gris-gris put on them to protect his person and to induce calm. (James believes the masonic thing 100% but can be lead astray sometimes) The Rings he wears are also warded with Enochian characters to allow for feeble mind but not to the degree of mine, his most powerful weapons are the symbols in his tattoos. If He were to be physically captured or detained it would be bad, even Inferna refuses to talk about the tattoos.

Final Words here Jimmy, also do not try to mri or x-ray any of this stuff the objects could view it as an attack and respond accordingly. Most likely it would come back as unscannable or with strange molecular structures or Just Vaporize the building, all together.

As far as any physical remains are concerned, make every attempt to recover those both myself and James do have wards and symbols engraved on the insides of our ribcages and other bones, I would not want Inferna to get those back as it could cause quite a bit of trouble for those in the mortal plane of existence I really don’t want to speak any more on this subject because it still gives me nightmares and some things are best not dwelt on.

So there you have it, old bean I will leave this information in your capable hands, Make sure you keep Uncle John in the Loop."

? I tried calling the phone, no answer when I saw the message I had to put in the earlier journal entry so not to lose it on my phone, so that part is a