Crossing Jordan
Once again, it's midnight in Lincoln City. The Grey House has slept in better peace...but at least only local straightfolk are dying...and not to mention a few straight foreigners, as well...
In the fish tank, all three of the gay male elephantfish sleep. Or rather, they tread water. Naturally, their swim bladders never stop moving. They're all wearing their virtual reality masks, as usual...
In them, they're hunting cichlids in Lake Tanganyika. There are not straight male, straight female, or lesbian elephantfish in sight. This is a gay male hunt. Cyrus, Novak, and Ambruso are the chickenhawks…and before dawn, they WILL apprehend their chicken cichlid trophies...
Okay, fine; there's a SGBF (straight girl best friend) in sight. But she's there for ornamental purposes ONLY...
Back in reality, Cyrus sleeps in the upper part of the tank. Novak sleeps about mid-depth. Ambruso, the newcomer, sleeps near the bottom. He's really loving the American life...even if it means breaking the law, and committing over a dozen federal offenses, while the law is out on a wild goose chase, looking for an assassin who doesn't exist...
They'd laugh out loud, if the law caught one of those Afroasian amazons, thinking she was the culprit... But then, Ophir would probably have her bailed out in no time, assuming that the law didn't have to arrest her with a body bag. Amazons can be so aggressive, sometimes. It's a mystery, as to whether most of them are lesbians...
These three elephantfish wouldn't know...or care. They're gay, but they love men; lesbians don't.
Slowly beating his fins, Ambruso slumbers. He really loves this hunt. He swims near a shore, where there are Muslim settlers. Some of them are Turkic, and...
In a flash, Ambruso removes his helmet telepathically, eyes gaping. He's just had a revolutionary epiphany.
THAT LITTLE VOICE, he tells himself, THAT WAS COMING FROM OPHIR'S RACK EARLIER... He blinks. IT HAD A TOUCH OF TURKISH ACCENT.
With that, he puts back on his helmet, and goes back to sleep. In virtual reality, he keeps hunting cichlids...
Ugh; he's having a hard time getting to sleep. His mind drifts out, to where the President is hiding. Grant II finds his own scent revolting, if any gay man can believe that. Also, there seems to be a strange feminine voice coming from some of his socks, that sure as hell isn't lice...
Again, Ambruso removes his helmet, eyes gaping. He thinks he just might have it figured out, this time...
THERE'S A SIMILAR VOICE COMING FROM GRANT II'S CLOTHES. IT'S FEMININE, A BIT AFRICAN, AND SOUNDS LIKE OLIVIA POPE. SHE'S AS SMALL AS THAT VOICE INSIDE OPHIR'S BOOBS, WHICH MEANS THAT SHE IS THAT SMALL. IF WE CAN GET TO HER, THEN WE CAN USE HER AS LEVERAGE AGAINST GRANT II, AND PERHAPPS BUY US SOME MORE TIME IN THE GREY HOUSE, WHERE WE'LL BE TREATED LIKE ROYALS, DESPITE BEING GAY, AND LIVING IN A COUNTRY WHERE BOTH MONARCHISM AND AUTOCRACY ARE PREVENTED BY CONSTITUTIONAL LAW!
In a flash, Ambruso swims up to Novak's and Cyrus's levels. He dives into their subconscious, to wake them.
When he does, he almost screams, like a Wilhelm scream in a Hitchcock movie, when he sees what they're hunting. They've found Michael B. Jordan, in the buff, and basking in the middle of Lake Tanganyika, under the hot EAF sun...
Both elephantfish scream, take off their helmets, and reprimand Ambruso. Ambruso doesn't think he'll EVER get that out of his mind...
CRYING SHAME, Novak laments. ONE OF THE BEST SEX MOODS I'VE EVER BEEN IN...
Cyrus growls, and glares at Ambruso. THIS'D BETTER BE GOOD...