A disturbing discovery in the barn has terrifying consequences for our heroes.  Doctor Waynewright drops a bombshell on the Atlas team, The mysterious Mr. Gable, who provided Bass’ Father-in-law and boss, US Marshal Godwin with information on the Tesla Journal and government interest in the station, contacts Bass directly. 

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·      ”Horrible Things” by Inon Zur

·      “Five Sense Prison” by Roie hpigler

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Two priests decided they needed a break, so they booked a vacation to sunny Hawaii. Wanting to fully relax and go incognito, they made a pact: no collars, no black suits, nothing that screams "clergy."

As soon as they landed, they hit a local shop and stocked up on the wildest tourist gear they could find — think neon shirts, loud floral shorts, flip-flops, oversized sunglasses, and straw hats. They looked like walking postcards.

The next morning, they strolled down to the beach, drinks in hand, soaking up the sun and enjoying the freedom of anonymity.

That’s when a gorgeous blonde in a tiny bikini walked by, gave them a sweet smile, and said, “Good morning, Father. Good morning, Father.”
She nodded at each of them and kept walking, calm as can be. The priests stared at each other, stunned. How did she know?!

Determined to be unrecognizable, they doubled down. The next day, they returned to the store and bought even wilder outfits — mismatched patterns, tourist hats with dangling beads, socks with sandals — the works.

Feeling completely undercover, they headed back to the beach, confident no one would suspect a thing.

Right on cue, the same blonde appeared — this time in an even skimpier bikini. She walked right up, smiled again, and said,

“Good morning, Father. Good morning, Father.”

One of the priests jumped up.
“Alright, young lady — we give up. Yes, we’re priests. But how on earth did you know?”

She laughed, leaned in, and said, “Oh, come on, Father… it’s me — Sister Angela!”