The concept of the Tinman story arose from the psychic research of the "Stargate" program of the American Intelligence Services of the past two decades. Mix in the ancient religions of old with the cyber warfare of new. Spies running amuck lead to weird and hilarious twists. Ideals embedded are modern and present day.
Characters include a Party Chairman, Chiefs of Security Agencies, Spies, Shamans, Witches, and Beekeepers. For a story dealing with spies and the supernatural it is wholesome. The obscenities and violence are rare. There are no sexual scenes and mentions of are discreet. Females are the main characters. The ending is upbeat and positive. It deals with psychic theories in a perspective way.
The first parts of the novel are "The Prologue-Guy Fawkes Incident" and "The Mystery" which introduces to the characters and the twilight worlds of espionage and psychics. The second part "The Investigation" is where the fun starts with the clash of cyber and psychic warfare for world domination and peace. The third part "The Epilogue-Two Months Later" returns us to the people and how they are adjusting to their New World.
Lester was resting his head on the wall at a back table of the Gray Goose Pub. The third Scotch was starting to calm his nerves, after the morning outing at Parliament. Danny and him were assigned to the Special Branch headquarters in the basement, for the annual “Guy Fawkes” watch. You never knew when someone would try to blow up the ancient relic again. And that is what happened. Commander Palen had requested the two MI-5 agents from the year before, after they had showed up then with a case of Wimpy Burgers for the enjoyment of the headquarters’ staff. The call from the second floor House Of Commons detail came in at 9:35 AM. “Shots Fired!” They were securing the antechamber and going to the stairway landing to investigate. Danny and him were out the door heading for the staircase before Commander Palen got the basement crew moving. When they inched their way up to the first floor landing they saw the reason why the two Special Branch officers at the entrance didn’t sound an alarm. They were lying in pools of blood, with office workers and guest fleeing over their dead bodies in mass hysteria. The earpieces were pleading a response from the second floor detail. Lester trained his Glock automatic on the staircase. The trail led that way with two more dead bodies. One was a women face up in a white dress with a crimson stain engulfing her chest; the other was a man in a dark raincoat with half of his head missing.
Danny went to the corner at the base of the staircase with his weapon pointing at the stairway landing and motioned Lester that he would cover him while he proceeded up. Lester started backing up the stairway pointing his weapon at the top of the staircase, and that is when he saw another two bodies. Another man in a dark raincoat almost at the top and a Special Branch officer at the top. The smell of cordite and the wail of sirens was strong as the two agents slowly stepped over bodies to the second floor hallway. The evacuation and containment orders were given to their earpieces and special operation units were on the way. Lester hoped it would be in time for the second officer in the hallway, who was trying with his hands to control the flow of blood from his neck.
Danny looked into his eyes and he must of read his thoughts, pulling one hand from his neck’s bullet wound he pointed to the end of the hallway. Lester motioned Danny to the opposite wall of the hallway and proceeded towards the blown doors of the antechamber that the officer was pointing at. As they inched their way along the walls Lester started to see a pair of out stretched hands clasped, holding something. He motioned to Danny pointing to his eyes with two fingers and then to his side of the hallway. Danny nodded and stopped. As Lester inched his way over to Danny he visualized the out stretched hands, a thumb over a red button. Thank God not a dead man switch! But a crude plunger type could send you to heaven just as easily. In front of Danny, hugging the wall he whispered “Plunger to a explosive vest, front head shot.” Danny thought for a minute, “It’s your call.”
They continued down the hall, and that is when he saw her, standing opposite but facing the bomber, maybe five meters away. A young girl, maybe sixteen years old, black hair, pale white, black makeup. He stopped and wanted to scream, “Just what we need a Zombie or Vampire!” The good news was that she didn’t have anything on her and her hands were at her side, empty. He would shoot her first, if she moved, then hope for a shot at the bomber. Danny looked at him and wondered what was up? Lester held up two fingers and pointed to the other side of the hall. Danny nodded. Inching to the entrance of the hall with his eye and weapon focusing on the girl. Lester got the impression she wasn’t a danger. He looked back at Danny before he would take the shot, and Danny had lower his snub-nosed pistol and was staring at the girl. Lester couldn’t wait, someone or something was coming up the staircase, he hoped it was the special operation units. Side stepping across the hall he point the Glock and double-tap the trigger. What was left of the body threw its arms out to the side and crumbled to the ground. He looked at the girl and she was on the ground, he rushed over to the bomber and secured the plunger on the explosive vest. They came in silently, “The Blackies” one of the heavily armed black-clad men came over to him, “Good work, I’ll take over now.” Lester stood and looked over at Danny kneeing next to the girl, “Is she alive?” Danny stood, “I don’t think so.” Lester thought, too bad Danny had to shoot her. He walk over to them and looked down at the girl, she was staring at the ceiling with a blank stare in her eyes, motionless. One of the special operation men was listening to her chest, then called on his mike, “Medical evacuate, one still alive!”
Lester felt someone shake him back to consciousness, ”How many have you had?” “Three.” Danny looked over at the bartender, “Three pints over here.” Lester smiled, “How is the girl?” Danny smiled as he scooted into the booth, “Can’t say, she is gone.” Lester shook his head, “Gone! She not at the hospital?” Danny smirked, “A crew pinched her out of the hospital before we could even find out who she was.” Lester looked at him in disbelief, “Wait a minute, the girl is under heavy guard, in a secret hospital, and is take away by whom?” Danny rubbed his chin as the barmaid brought over the pints, “That is what the “Old Man” wanted to know, so he called the person that signed the National Security Authorization Order.” Lester waited as Danny downed half a pint, “And who was that?” Danny laughed, “The Prime Minister!” Lester howled, “You’re joking right!” Now it was Danny’s turn to shake his head, “The “Old Man” thought that the PM was upstaging him for a pony show with the girl, a teenage hero of the empire!” “So?” Danny leaned over the table, “From what I gathered, The Prime Minister told him in no uncertain terms that there was no girl!” Lester looked out the pub window, “That explains it.” Danny put down his pint, “What are you talking about?” “Didn’t you feel that she was waiting for us? Why was she there? What did the medical team say she was in, A Catatonic State? The bomber had all the time in the world to set off the explosives, why didn’t he?” Danny looked at his friend, “Are you sure you didn’t get bopped on the head?” Lester smiled at him, “It doesn’t matter, we will never know.”