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 +===Heat Signature===
 +Jan. 27, 2015 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2015/​01/​heat-signature.html
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 +(some of posted snipped) Antoine Smith had spent a day preparing the battlefield. ​ He wouldn’t take Farlowe for granted. ​ The man had survived when all logic said he should be a memory. ​ He had an ability, almost ethereal, to be where he needed to be when he needed to be there. ​ And he had no compunction about pulling the trigger. ​
 +
 +(post snipped)
 +</​WRAP> ​
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 +===Center Stage===
 +Jan. 28, 2015 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2015/​01/​centerstage.html
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 +(some of posted snipped) “Hubert... you don’t look so good,” Devra told him as she approached.  ​
 +
 +Hubert Farlowe forced a smile. ​ “At this point, what does it matter?”
 +
 +He was right, of course. ​ Devra realized that she was fast approaching death. ​ And in a way that Devra still couldn’t explain, she knew that Hubert was already there.  ​
 +(some of post snipped)
 +
 +What good would it do she couldn’t yet figure out, but she felt a pang of satisfaction. ​ A few years ago, she wouldn’t have been capable of being this intimidating. ​ Now with ADA’s help, she had the Hulong men questioning their situation. ​   ​
 +
 +“Hubert, I told you not to follow me.  Why didn’t you listen?”, Devra asked him. 
 +
 +“I tried. ​ But I guess since the cave, I’ve been a moth to your flame.” ​ Hubert smiled again.  ​
 +
 +“What happened to you?”, she asked.  ​
 +
 +“Dark XM.”  ​
 +
 +She knew the answer before he said it.  “This is a Hulong mining operation. ​ Must be one of their largest deposits. ​ What happened to you... Exotic Matter makes it possible. ​ Now we are both being dosed with its opposite,​” she replied.
 +
 +“Yeah. ​ Smith hit me with some sort of weaponized version of it. “
 +
 +“Where is he now?”
 +
 +“Smith? ​ Don’t know.  He turned me over to these clowns and left.  Best guess, he is a safe distance away from whatever is about to happen. ​ But I guarantee you he is watching.”
 +
 +“No doubt. ​ You and I are expected to put on quite a show,” Devra said.  ​
 +
 +“I’m already on stage...”
 +
 +Devra looked at the man who once was supposed to take her life, and then in the process of trying to save it had been transformed into something else.  Now, because of his concern for her, he was suffering. ​ And she wasn’t sure that his suffering would ever end.   
 +
 +“I’m sorry, Hubert. ​ I’m truly sorry about... everything.”
 +
 +“I know.  My fault, though. ​ Should have anticipated this, but Smith’s trap came out of nowhere. ​ Ticked me off, because that’s my play,” Hubert laughed, and then began to cough.  ​
 +
 +“Your play?”, Devra asked. ​
 +
 +“Coming out of nowhere. ​ And now, that’s where we are both going, doc,” Hubert coughed.  ​
 +</​WRAP> ​
 +
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 +===The Angel of Death===
 +Jan. 31, 2015 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2015/​01/​the-angel-of-death.html
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 +<WRAP center round box 90%>
 +“Coming out of nowhere. ​ And now, that’s where we are both going, doc,” Hubert coughed.  ​
 +
 +“Think so?  Because I don’t, Hubert. ​ You’re proof that there is more to life and death than we could have imagined. ​ I don’t fear dying... not anymore. ​  I fear failure. ​ That is my biggest regret. ​ That we will be face down in the sand while the world burns. ​ And it will burn, Hubert. ​ Of that, I am sure.”
 +
 +(some of post snipped)
 +
 +</​WRAP> ​
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 +===Adapt or Die===
 +Feb. 1, 2015 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2015/​02/​adapt-or-die.html
 +
 +<WRAP center round box 90%>
 +(some of post snipped)
 +Devra nodded. ​ She was breathing easier now.  But as she watched the flaming wreckage in the distance, and the blood flowing from the bodies near her feet, she knew that there was more.  ​
 +
 +“What does this have to do with me and Farlowe?​”,​ she asked.  ​
 +
 +“Farlowe? ​ Not much, but you like him, so I see no reason to waste a bullet.”
 +
 +“Thanks,​” Farlowe said.  It didn’t sound like he meant it.  “And those don’t work on me anymore.”  ​
 +
 +“Looks like Smith found something that does, though,” the assassin replied.
 +
 +Farlowe grimaced and nodded. ​ A dangerous development. ​ “We need to get scarce.”
 +
 +(some of the post snipped)
 +
 +“So what is it, exactly?​”,​ Devra asked.  ​
 +
 +“You’re going to have earn that answer, doc.  But I can promise you it will be worth it,” the assassin smiled as he opened the rear passenger door.  Farlowe was leaning against the opposite side of the vehicle, waiting for her cue.
 +
 +Henry Bowles watched her through the rear view mirror as he started the SUV.  ​
 +
 +Devra looked at the destruction and death around her, and the destruction and death that was holding open the door, offering her a debt she had no idea how she was going to repay. ​ She didn’t think long as she climbed inside the vehicle. ​ Farlowe quickly followed.
 +
 +</​WRAP> ​
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 +===Adapt or Die===
 +Feb. 1, 2015 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2015/​02/​adapt-or-die.html
 +
 +<WRAP center round box 90%>
 +(some of post snipped)
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 +</​WRAP> ​
 +----
 +===Adapt or Die===
 +Jan 1, 2016 - http://​exotic-matters.blogspot.com/​2016/​01/​realizations.html
 +
 +<WRAP center round box 90%>
 +(some of post snipped)
 +For Devra, it was the most poignant of all.  All of it was erased. ​ The escape with Jarvis, Visur, the CDC, Shanghai, Australia, the 13MAGNUS Nest.  She wouldn’t remember Farlowe, her assassin turned guardian angel or 855.  She was shocked to see Hank.  She’d thought he was dead.  She hugged him.  He told her she'd understand, in time.  It went through her.  Truth is, she thought she was dead and this was some afterlife initiation ceremony. ​ She focused instead on what she could control, and that was to return to the familiar. ​ Her apartment. ​ Her office. ​ Her books. ​ Hank felt a deep sadness, the images of everything they had shared over the last three years kept flashing in his mind.  Meeting on the bridge. ​ Sitting on the bench in New York.  Those long conversations that could make time stand still and the world shrink into the palms of their hands. ​ She would never know any of those memories. ​ But maybe new ones would take their place. ​ So much had been lost, but Hank had hope for what could still be created.
 +</​WRAP> ​
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