The Sightseers Agency

By Terry Tumbler

Welcome to my fantasy world. It is not set in some mythical universe, but here on young Planet Earth.

It relates events happening in the not too distant future, where the unimaginable has happened: society has evolved without suffering near-extinction from a myriad of catastrophic disasters.

The population is reducing from its overbl

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sombrella
• Release date: Nov 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370408399

Terry Tumbler

I retired in 2004 and am now living with my wife in Spain, amongst the Spanish. For over 30 years I was in the computer industry, some of which were with IBM before I got itchy feet. Afterward, I worked as an Organisation & Methods specialist before moving into mainstream computing and becoming involved in installation, management, analysis and programming. I took up writing at an advanced age simply because I had the time and energy to do so.A keen blogger, especially recently on Brexit related politics, and equally importantly on outlandish matters associated with my area of creativity in writing. My exhaustive research on UFO reported incidents is for authenticity, with the results reflected primarily in my books.

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Copyright

Copyright © Terry Tumbler 2016

The right of Terry Tumbler to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

No resemblance is intended to any real person, living or dead.

This book is sold subject to the condition it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be circulated in any form or by any means, electronic or otherwise without the author’s prior consent.

ISBN PB: 978-1-5136-0764-1

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The onlooker sees all of the game

Titles

If anyone cares to read other books by the same author, the suggested sequence is:

Seb Cage Begins His Adventures – where Terry Tumbler’s grandsons come to stay with him and his long-suffering wife, who live on the Costa Blanca, for the entire summer vacation. During this period, the elder one, Seb, experiences a number of futuristic adventures when he joins a summer campus run by a mysterious organization called The Sombrella Syndicate.

Series: The Dreadnought Collective Book 1

The Inlooker – where a presumably unique character, Thomas Beckon, realizes his paranormal talents and changes the nature of society in Great Britain, and thereafter of the World, to help shape humanity in its future development.

Series: The Dreadnought Collective Book 2

The Time Slipsters – A group of friends take a trip together. It is the near future, and they will be traveling on the latest type of air-road transport. Unwittingly, they are entering a world where time travel is a reality, and soon they embark on a sightseeing tour like no other they could have imagined. More than one person has a hidden agenda, as they realize when they reach a highly protected secret location.

Series: The Dreadnought Collective Book 3

The Deaduction Agency − witness at first-hand a group of specialist investigators, as they set up and run a new agency. They are dedicated to the resolution of criminal cases using paranormal assistance. This will be a new and emerging brand of policing designed to protect the citizens of our country.

Series: The Dreadnought Collective Book 4

The Sightseers − the first recruit to the new Sightseers Agency is a remote viewer who actively seeks the resolution of events threatening world security. Both his fledgling agency and that of the Deaduction Agency belong to The Dreadnought Collective.

Series: The Dreadnought Collective Book 5

For those who may become more than remotely interested in his upbringing, the author Terry Tumblers’ childhood behavior is recounted in a mildly fictionalized autobiographical work called:

The Rough & Tumbles Of Early Years

The author himself subsequently regarded this as a potentially valuable compendium of incidents, which could be serialized in the same vein as Just William. Originally, it was prepared for the benefit of his family, who would otherwise have known nothing about his outrageous childhood behavior

Series: A Wonderfully Wacky World Book 1

Santiago Tales – where the irascible and incorrigible Terry Tumbler, based very loosely on the personality of the author, organizes a trip for himself and his cronies to travel to the sacred city of Santiago de Compostela, following parts of the St James Camino, in Northern Spain.

En route, as well as swapping stories in the same vein as those published in Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer, they endure an interesting encounter themselves.

Conceptually, this is a semi-fictional book within a travelogue.

Series: A Wonderfully Wacky World Book 2

Note. My much adored Spanish PC has a mind of its own and flicks between U.S.A and U.K. spell-checks. I strive to comply with the U.S. version.

Story Summary

The first recruit to the new Sightseers Agency is a remote viewer who actively seeks the resolution of events threatening world security.

Both his fledgling agency and that of The Deaduction Agency are members of The Dreadnought Collective.

The term ‘Dreadnought’ is based on a type of battleship introduced in the early 20th century, larger and faster than ever before and equipped entirely with large-caliber guns.

It applies in this instance because the cerebrally talented agents who enter its portals are expected to fear nobody and be scared by nothing in the performance of their duties.

They pursue those who indulge in criminal and seditious activities in the modern meritocracy using unorthodox techniques.

The Collective will embrace several types of Black Arts as it grows and faces unusual challenges. These once belonged to the realms of Science Fiction but are fast becoming a reality in the emerging new world.

This is a series of Whodunits set in the future.

Acknowledgments

This book is written in acknowledgment of those truly gifted individuals who can view events, as they occur, from afar. How far of a distance does this gift extend? It can be to the other side of the world, as we know it, but can also reach other celestial bodies, when the need arises.

A Sightseer is a psychic with a twist in the tail, as seriously inquisitive and open-minded readers will find out.

Special thanks are extended to:

The Hungry Monster Reviews

Who emailed me with the following:

Congratulations!

We are proud to present you with our Hungry Monster Literary and Gold Awards, for The Sightseers Agency.

This book deserves extraordinary praise and we wish to acknowledge your dedication, writing skill and imagination.

The Gold Award is bestowed on books that we found to be perfect in their delivery of original content, meticulous development of unique characters in an organic and striking setting, innovative plot that supports a fresh theme, and elegant prose that transforms words into beautifully written novels.

Thank you,

Thomas Anderson

The Hungry Monster Book Review

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife of many years.

Without her patience of me when I enter my brown study, her loyal and unwavering support, and endless tolerance in its preparation when I emerge, none of it would have been possible.

Contents

Copyright

Titles

Story Summary

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Contents

Setting The Scene Afresh

A Sightseeing Background

§  1: Never Cross My Threshold

§  2: Welcome To The New World

§  3: A Special Briefing

§  4: A Neighborly Visit

§  5: Foundations Are Laid

§  6: Hatchets Are Buried

§  7: A New Week, A Fresh Start

§  8: Harvesting For Rogues

§  9: Judgment & Confession

§ 10: First Sightseeing Excursion

§ 11: Seb And The Nutcrackers

§ 12: Carrots and Sticks

§ 13: MIB Versus MIC

§ 14: A Biblical Parallel

§ 15: The Hybrids Choose A Hive

§ 16: Welcome To My World

§ 17: Won’t you come on in?

§ 18: Down To Brass Tacks

§ 19: Past-Life Occurrences

§ 20: A Deception Twice-Over

§ 21: Round-Ups & Judgements

§ 22: Case: The Space Trooper

§ 23: Case: The Abductees

§ 24: Save & Rescue

§ 25: The Great Escape

§ 26: Deliverance

Addendum

Setting The Scene Afresh

The human race, with its vast number of inhabitants, was threatening to overwhelm earth’s resources. Once it exceeded 7 billion people of all shapes, sizes and colors it became seriously congested.

Now, it is fast approaching a more sustainable 1.5 billion in total, and reducing as deaths exceed births.

Broadly speaking, nations have retained their geographical boundaries for many centuries, although the groupings are larger for ease of administration.

State organized manufacturing, agriculture and fish farming in a stable, global society have become the norm. Free trade and random enterprise were abandoned because of their instability as economic models.

A minimal ‘civil’ service tends biological quantum computers, which determine what products and services the population needs to maintain a good, healthy lifestyle.

Nations of voters have been divided into equally sized constituencies, each of which elects a consul to represent them at the national consulate. It is regarded as an honor to be elected, and consultation with voters is regular, with decisions formally endorsed by electronic referendum. The consul must abide by the voters’ decision.

Those who can’t be bothered to vote are excluded from the process, provided they do not exceed a small percentage of the local constituency, else anarchy could develop. Those who want to vote have to prove they think rationally, to avert the twin risks of malice and stupidity in their choice of candidates.

Adult workers are awarded credits according to the graded values of their work and perceived talent, and these form the basis of a pay grade. The pay grade starts at 1 and goes as high as 15, the latter being the top permitted grade. No one can earn more than fifteen times the minimum grade.

Energy costs are on the threshold of becoming very low, with power to be generated by a few key transformers sited strategically around the globe, and will be conveyed by free wireless waves resonating in the atmosphere. Tesla’s discovery at the end of the 19th century is becoming reality.

Transport is cheap, using the same, free power source. Driverless crafts are hired from national agencies. Mass-transit systems no longer exist in any number.

Food is plentiful and is grown in accordance with local tastes and needs.

The climate is benign, at least in comparison with the extremes experienced in the 21st century. Again, Tesla’s early experiments had proven to be successful in weather control, and holiday destinations are appropriate to the needs of the different age groups. No longer are older generations made to suffer the same resorts as brash, fun-seeking youngsters.

Zero inflation is the benchmark to which all nations aspire and largely achieve, to ensure lasting stability in all parts of the world.

There are sporadic criminality, terrorism and bad behavior in some elements of society, but is lessening as genetic engineering takes over. The process is aided by specialist policing of the type provided by the Deaduction Agency and others of similar unique types.

Religion is more or less redundant in the new society, after the discovery of a naturally evolving life force that occupies the human body, when it is alive.

Reincarnation is now accepted as normal and evolutionary, with a person striving to lead a good life. Avoidance of immorality is considered a normal progression of the life force to a higher plane of existence.

In broad terms, this describes the type of society that is emerging in the New World Order (which is not to be confused with an earlier 21st-century attempt to impose itself on an unsuspecting public).

Of course, all of this is taking place under the indifferent eyes of other alien species, who have their own hidden agenda. Rumor has it that some are absorbed in genetic engineering to a dangerous degree, and use other species, like humans, to create beings who will serve their needs as slave races.

If so, it explains their lack of compassion for other intelligent beings. By nature and inclination, they remain cold-blooded reptiles and insects.

This is the setting for the events recounted in this book.

A Sightseeing Background

To set you on the right track, I will present some real-life cases of psychics in action, who exhibit the ‘twist in the tail’ that gives them the edge that can turn them into remote viewers.

Do skeptics sway you in their pessimistic, often openly sneering view that no such abilities exist?

I prefer to keep an open mind. The worldwide web is a wonderful tool to research such topics, and I use it to investigate these matters thoroughly before coming to a conclusion on this and other topical matters.

Below, I present you with some real-life cases of psychics at work. Judge them anew, with untainted eyes. The names are real, the results are as reported; look on the web, and do your homework. Truthfully, there are many more where these came from.

The first example involves psychic Phil Jordan, who attended the State University of New York at Brockport where he graduated in 1972 with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Secondary Education, majoring in High School Spanish.

In 1976, he graduated from New York State Municipal Police Training Academy and worked with police agencies across the country. His cases included missing persons, homicide, and arson.

His investigative skills and unusual abilities earned him respect throughout consulting police agencies.

He was Pastor-in-Charge of a small country church, the Caroline Center Church, in Caroline Center, NY, after having been ordained in 1988 as a non-denominational Inter-Faith Minister.

The case I have chosen took place in Thomaston, Georgia on September 9, 2002. A 46-year-old man, Tom Bragg, was found laying dead in bed in his apartment. He had been hit at least four times in the forehead, most likely with some type of hammer.

Several months later, the police still had no leads, and his sister asked Lieutenant Ken Partridge to call Phil Jordan for assistance. Looking at a photo of the deceased, Phil had visions of the murder and was invited to participate in the investigation, as a psychic.

On arrival, Phil instructed the police driver to follow road directions precisely as he gave them. This led to an apartment block, which only the police knew was related to the murder. Mary Ann Bragg, the man’s wife, lived there.

Phil had visions of the murder, the weapon used, and the wife. Other clues he provided led police to a close friend of hers, to whom she had confessed committing the murder.

The points I wish to make are these: Phil Jordan was over 1,000 miles away and, on arrival, led the police to the murderer. He had never been to the town before. These are the hallmarks of a remote viewer, as well as a psychic.

In the second example, it was 1988 and the Colonie Police Dept., New York State, called in forensic psychic Ann Fisher (20 years with the police) to resolve the case of missing man Armond La Forest. The forensic psychic gave police directions to find the victim, drawing a map of his location. Ann could see where he was submerged in flowing water.

He was found by police divers in the passenger seat of a car, in the Mohawk River. Ann stated he was not alone at the time of death; he was with a woman who had blond hair. The woman driver of the car was traced and admitted manslaughter; she had left him in the car and made no effort to report the incident.

Police comment by Lt. Alex Rinaldi: "The only reason why we searched the Mohawk River was because of the psychic telling us that’s where he (the victim) is – and we found him.

In an investigation, if the family decides to employ a forensic psychic and develop some type of information, certainly I’m going to listen to it and will look into it – and if credible I’ll investigate.

Independent assessment by Carol De Mare, reporter, Times Union: Ann Fisher was instrumental in helping the family and ultimately helping the police for finding Armond (the victim).

The point of this? Like Phil Jordan, Ann also used remote viewing.

Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of charlatans out there. It’s a case of sorting the wheat from the chaff.

Psychics often charge a fee for their services, and the more gullible can base their ‘readings’ on false evidence submitted to them. I feel no sympathy for them, where they have succumbed to temptation even though they have demonstrated paranormal ability on earlier occasions. They can also be cruel to innocents by giving false information.

Most tout for business, having found it hard to earn a crust of bread at what they do best.

A final caution. Because a person is capable of communicating with those who have ‘passed-on to the spirit world’, does not mean that they are fortune-tellers. This is a common mistake made by skeptics, who think that psychics can foretell the future. That is an entirely different skill, possibly possessed by a sightseer.

§  1: Never Cross My Threshold

There was no doubting her anger; she was seething with it.

Scumbag! she hissed, picking up a heavy onyx pencil holder from her desktop and hurling it at her protégé. Adrenalin fueled her strength.

He held his head high as he strode towards the door. He had his back to her, and he should have been unaware of the object aimed at the back of his head. It could have killed him, but it stopped mid-flight and dropped to the marble floor, where it broke into sizeable pieces and cut into the surface.

He paused, turned, and fixed her with a steely gaze, which chilled her to the bone. Coming to her senses, she realized how vulnerable she was to her former employee if he decided to retaliate. The room was soundproof, the two guards outside unaware of what was taking place, and the man she had tried to assault could attack with impunity; he didn’t need to use visible, physical force.

The woman was Tara DiCaprio, an angular blond-haired, smooth skinned woman with a jutting jaw and athletic physique. She was in her forties, and her formidable presence was consistent with her role as a ‘Black Ops’ Associate Director of the Central Intelligence Agency.

The man who had antagonized her was special agent Richard Pencil, a tall, slim dark-haired man in his thirties who kept himself fit by practising martial arts in his spare time. Her anger was justified, and was the main reason he was exercising self-restraint.

Richard was a very special agent, as had been proven when he instinctively protected his back with an invisible shield. He knew Tara might attempt to attack him, having read her intentions.

How did he create this shield? The answer lay with technology acquired from a prior visitor to Planet Earth. One stray, extraterrestrial being had been shot by a security guard on the perimeter of a U.S. air force base, and his body ‘stunk like a skunk’ of ammonia. Since he had no helmet on his head, the question of how he managed to breathe our air had come into question.

Compared with the reverse engineering problems encountered over the recent centuries, the solution was comparatively simple. The invisible screen around his oversized head was molecular in structure, and magnetically bonded to contain an atmosphere breathable by him.

Mind you, other species of alien visitors wore conventional space helmets, as witnessed in the 1964 Solway Firth U.K. sighting and one month later at the Woomera Test Facility in Australia. There were common factors linking both sightings (on film only); one was its close proximity to the place where the U.K. had built its first ballistic missile, and the second was its launch site the other side of the world.

Thus, there had been an element of good fortune in the one-off random murder and autopsy of a well-equipped alien intruder.

Agent Pencil already had telekinetic abilities, enhanced with implants, and his creation of a protective screen was a handy addition to them, thanks to an alien he had never met. Now he was leaving The Agency and heading to pastures fresh, hopefully to nurture his powerful talents.

This state of affairs had arisen because of the perception that The Agency was getting too big for its boots and wielding disproportionate power. John F. Kennedy had belatedly achieved his avowed ambition to ‘splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces’.

Tara was one of the big losers in this reshuffle. This type of thing happens over time, as the proponents of centralization versus decentralization debate the merits of each approach, and implement the alternative organization structure when it is their turn.

The emerging emphasis was to focus on team strengths in smaller, interdependent agencies. A side-benefit of this is the reduced risk to the authority and longevity of incumbent presidents.

The root problem Tara suffered from Agent Pencil was his silver-tongued, seductive behavior. He had frequently bedded the willing Tara, who felt betrayed when she arranged to intercept his comms traffic and found out he was seeing other women. She was vexed at the refusal of her staff to tell her more, with them citing the need for confidentially.

Sooner rather than later, she would find out his love extended to her two highly desirable daughters, fresh out of their teens, who he had seeded after nights of intentionally reckless bedroom adventures.

As he once drunkenly boasted to a mate, I got the lot, the whole ruddy coven!

Frankly, he didn’t give a tinker’s cuss whether Tara knew or not, since he had achieved a deed more precious to him than the pleasure of sex: it was the propagation of his own offspring.

He had added, I’d have got Tara too if she was the right side of the menopause!

His mate thought, "You heartless sod!" and backed off from seeing him in future. He was married, and not prepared to take any risk of ‘Pencil Dick’ (Richard’s nickname) eyeing up his own wife.

For his part, Richard was confident that Tara would grow to love her grandchildren, when they were born, for being his creations and very, very talented. She was powerless against him, anyway, and he held his head high as he left the office and sauntered down the long corridor.

He felt no urge to bid the two guards farewell as he left the establishment for the last time, and made no attempt at eye contact. Neither did they, it being against military discipline and punishable. He gave them the creeps, anyway.

The Homecoming

In the short flight time to his new workplace sitting on a driverless potty, Richard had time to reflect on his circumstances. Previously, he had been the main partner of the still thriving Deaduction Agency.

The CIA had pursued him to leave his beloved creation, after becoming aware of his talents.

Now he was returning to the place he had helped establish, and would report initially to the ‘Collective Director’, who had been brought in by their private, anonymous benefactor to get the Deaduction Agency off to a flying start. The director’s name was Joe Fraser; his management skills were superlative, but paranormal abilities sadly lacking.  Maybe the need to concentrate on the achievements of others made him good at his job. Richard looked forward to renewing his relationship with Joe.

He hoped he wouldn’t be expected to work with Honey, a previous conquest who had deserted him after running off with Chuck, another partner in the agency. His love life had been complex in those far-off days.

Actually, on reflection, he didn’t give a damn either way. Looking out of a side window he decided, "The past is dead and buried, and in all respects I’m morally superior to what I was." Modesty did not feature in his character.

His eagerness grew as he approached the office block where he had once worked.

Nearly there! the potty purred. It was a female voice emanating from ‘Miss Chips’. She was the biological chip at the heart of the craft he was using. She had plucked his identity out of the ether, the same as she did for every occupant, and he chose to ignore her.

"It’s only a machine voice!" he thought. It was more than that, as he was fully aware, and it had already made the decision not to converse with this passenger. Part of Richard’s brain was inaccessible, so it respected his apparent desire for privacy.

"Speak when spoken to!" was his attitude, as he leaned forward to inspect the four-storey office block outside which the craft had parked, in a quiet side street. It was now clad uniformly in brown marble slabs and had a broad glass-fronted entrance with sliding doors. In the dimly lit interior stood two male security guards at a reception desk.

Looking up as he dismounted, he reckoned, "They’ve added another floor on top since I was here." He stared at gold-colored letters etched in a panel to the left of the doors, boldly stating,

SPECIAL INVESTIGATIVE AGENCIES

ON BEHALF OF OUR CITIZENS

"They’re not giving much away!" he thought, heading into the building as the emptied potty went back to its base.

"Bit vague isn’t it? What’s Joe Public going to make of that wording?"

As he stood at the desk, facing the two guards opposite, he asked them, What does that mumbo jumbo mean on the wall outside?

While the younger man, a handsome blond-haired guy in his late twenties, studied the console in front of him, the older one answered with a friendly smile, Come on Mr. Pencil, you already know the answer we’re gonna give you. On a personal level, welcome to the Dreadnought Collective. Mr. Fraser is expecting you in his office on the first floor.

Richard looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, and asked, What’s the official agency definition you would give a stranger?

The young guard looked up affably, showing evenly spaced, white teeth, and replied, We give out the standard spiel, a rehash of Homeland Security objectives. We emphasize our aims of protecting citizens against crime and terrorism, while mentioning our primary role in maintaining the honesty of our democratically elected officials.

Richard decided to refer to him as ‘blondie’.

The other, older guard chipped in, If pressed, we admit to our agents having special skills, but cite national security as the reason not to disclose our methods of operation.

Blondie added, While this is going on, we make facial scans of our unknown visitors, photo them, and get their finger-prints.

Their smiles disappeared as a woman stopped outside, briefly studied the lettering to the side of the door, and came inside as the doors slid back.

No sooner had she stepped over the threshold than a pair of interior glass panels slid across and kept her at bay, in a newly created porch area. Richard noticed that all the panels were made of thick, glass.

Anticipating another question from Richard, the older guard commented, The glass is graded as bomb and bullet proof, and the space within can be filled with knock-out gas in an instant.

Looking at the visitor while his buddy peered at his own console, he spoke into an intercom and asked, Yes miss, can we help you?

She queried, I’ve got an appointment to see a Mr. Joe Fraser? She sounded refined and had a melodic speaking voice, pitched very much to Richard’s liking.

The older guard asked, What is your name?

She said, My name is Miss Duff, Plum Duff in full.

He responded, Welcome Miss Duff. If you could take-off your gloves and place one of your hands on the nearest interior side-panel, you will gain access to us.

Blondie murmured to Richard, "It maybe