I met Tiernan's family. Unlike many wealthy families, they at least seem to have a real emotional connection for the kids. They're nice people, but they really don't live in reality. Their money shields them from the rough things of the world. They live in one of those multi-home compounds and ride around in limos. I honestly think that raising children in that environment is actually damaging to the children. I doubt very highly the kids ever had to do chores for money, or even clean their own rooms. Even the King of Thailand made his kids mow the lawn for their allowances and required them to get real jobs or at least spend a real job's worth of time doing volunteer work. Tiernan seems to have come out fairly well adjusted for someone from that environment. We just need to get him dirty more often and make him eat survival supplies.
Ratri's still a hippie. I don't care what she claims. When you study your own belly button lint, smell like nag champa and talk about personal spiritual harmony... you're a hippie. We finally got her a weapon with more punch than a purse gun. She keeps asking for combat and tactical training. I wonder what kind of demand there would be for pagan deity kids' boot camp? That sure would take one hell of a course.
The three of us went to Israel to get those forbidden books from my dad. We happened to save the lives of everyone on board our plane in the process. This did include Secretary Clinton. I'm really getting sick of this Fate crap. I have a cousin named Horace. Yeh, original, I know. He's an old style wild west sheriff type. I think he's gonna fit in with the "family" about as well as I do. We tracked him down and I got to chat with him. We also managed to pull a rabbit out of our hats and get a chat with our respective divine parents. Horus seems pretty down to earth. Amun's still kind of a douche, but less so when he isn't in a hurry. I'm still not gonna worship his ass. Only one G-d get's my worship.
We also discovered that Mr. Bad Touch can spy on you as long as sunbeams can get into where you are. The only way to stop this is to inscribe the symbol of a sun deity on the windows. Amaterasu's getting some love from the Israeli government right now. Her symbol's the least like to raise the eyebrows of the religious conservatives.
"The talk" was less painful than I thought it would be. Though, I think that had more to do with my dad being in shock than anything else. He got me the hook up on the books. Apparently they're a scroll and have magic wards that keep them from leaving their home, unless the right person takes them out. It seems I'm the right person.
Sophie and Shara figured out a cool teleport trick and came to Israel to join us. We had to track down some stuff that got stolen from Israel and headed off to Egypt, using this teleport thing. Once in Israel, we got a lead on the theft and a lead on Horace apparently having been busted at the Libyan border. We got us a desert truck and headed out. By the way, let's give Tiernan the Oscar for playing a mute retard.
Look sand, lots and lots of sand... oh, a military camp...
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