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PUZZLE PIECE EARLY LEARNING CENTER, LLC

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PUZZLE PIECE EARLY LEARNING CENTER, LLC is a child care center in Washington, Franklin County, Missouri that welcomes your child and family. Sensitive, loving interactions with teachers are the active ingredients of high quality early care and learning programs. Children benefit socially, intellectually and physically from participation in quality group care experiences, with proven results that last into their school years. Quality child care/day care programs also involve parents—regularly telling you about your child’s daily activities, and sharing information about child development topics and activity ideas to enjoy at home.

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Symphony of the Damned read online Jack Rogan (Page 18)

Time passed. Anton would soon take over, but since they wouldn’t kill Josh, Angie thought she could let herself relax a bit. Then, as soon as she has the opportunity, she will find and turn on the beacon. The FBI will rush in here, and the Rio brothers, along with those who are on their side, like Dwyer, for example, will go to prison.

If the price she has to pay for her own well-being means Dwire’s time, she’ll live through it. nine0003

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You have nothing to be afraid of … “Cretin,” she thought, remembering his words. She has something to be afraid of. And Dwyer can’t do anything.

32

— What the hell is this place? Tori whispered, speaking more to herself than to Gabe.

The sun baked the back of her head, sand got into her shoes, but minor inconveniences ceased to bother her when they literally stumbled upon a striking picture. They went around the southern end of the island, and were surprised to find that a rocky ridge stretched all the way to the coast, and as it approached it became noticeably steeper and at the end hung over the water, becoming a mountain seventy or eighty feet high. The waves beat against the heap of stones and the rugged surface of the rocks, or rather, it seemed to them at first. nine0003

Tori and Gabe walked on and started climbing until the ground gave way to rough black stone. First they heard a sound. Tori froze for a moment, but then she began to carefully climb further, and after a few steps they realized where the echo of the muffled whisper of water and the rustle of waves hitting the rocks came from.

They stopped and looked down at a huge crack in the rock, as if some ancient deity had cut it in two. Enormous fragments fell into the water near the shore, like pieces of ice that had broken off from an iceberg, but the crack was so deep and wide that the result was a cove hidden from view. Because of the black shadows in those places where the rays of the sun did not reach, it seemed as if the cave went into the very heart of the rock and stretched further under the mountain range. nine0003

The tide began to ebb, but the waves climbed into the depths of the hidden grotto, and wet black stones glistened in the shallow water. The surf dragged white pieces of coral along with it. Suddenly, Tori noticed something flicker under the surface of the water in a crevasse shrouded in shadows. She squinted, trying to figure out what was there.

“Let’s go,” Gabe said and, taking her hand, turned her around.

He went from the coast to the interior of the island, to the top of the mountain. Tori took one last look back and saw something white in the surf among the jagged black rocks that had fallen off the rock years, decades, or even centuries ago. White spots among the heap of dark debris seemed to her somehow strange. nine0003

– Do you think this is because of the hurricane? she asked as they began to climb up.

“Probably only happened in the old days,” Gabe replied.

They made it to the top and walked another fifty yards, instinctively trying to stay away from the edge. The black stone on the “roof” of the grotto was at least twenty feet thick, but Tory still feared it would fail and they would fall into the rock-strewn cove below.

“I don’t think it’s just the hurricane,” she said as they started down the other western slope, carefully picking their way through the rubble. nine0003

— In what way?

Tori ran the versions through her mind, swapping them around like pieces of a puzzle.

– Boggs said there are caves in the rocks. Considering how deep the grotto is, maybe there was already a cave there? And big. First, erosion corroded the stone, then a fierce hurricane swept in, and the wall between the ocean and the inner space collapsed.

Gabe slipped and nearly fell, braced his hand against a rock to steady himself, then pulled it away and frowned. nine0003

“Maybe,” he didn’t argue.

But Tori decided for herself that the grotto appeared in this way, and her own conclusions seemed quite reasonable to her. However, it doesn’t matter. They’ll be out of here soon, and there’s no way she’s coming back. However, black, most likely of volcanic origin, stones endowed the cave with some kind of eerie beauty, and Tori regretted that she did not have a camera with her.

Below, towards the entrance to the grotto, something like a path of crumbled stones stretched, and, seized by curiosity, Tori began to jump from one flat stone to another. One day as a child, her parents sent her to Maine with her friend Ellen and her family. There, along the shore, such stones were also scattered. nine0003

— What are you doing? Gabe snapped.

Tori turned around, surprised by his harsh tone.

— I want to see the cave up close.

– Do you think we are here for a walk? Nothing to waste time.

Tori realized that he was angry, but the next moment Gabe looked past her at the grotto and turned away. Tori knew that expression very well; she had seen it on the faces of men all her life.

Just a minute. Do you want me to see something there? What? nine0003

Gabe shrugged.

– Okay, go, but quickly.

No longer able to control her curiosity, Tori again began to jump from stone to stone, but with each new step she became more and more uncomfortable. To her right, the waves hit the scattered debris, and a salty mist hung in the air. In the place where she began her path, the path went down at a slight angle, but then the jagged stones turned into a steep slope.

Fifteen feet ahead, sea water rushed into the grotto and was carried back. The stones she now walked on were slippery with moisture, and Tori tried to step as carefully as possible. When she saw a fairly decent gap in the rocky path ahead of her, she considered turning back, but instead jumped forward and landed with both feet on the angled rock, her arm outstretched to keep her balance. The backpack hit her hard on the back. nine0003

As Tori began to straighten up, she noticed an unusual pattern on the black fragment and stopped to look at it. Keeping her balance, she placed her foot between two boulders so she could see the drawings better. On the stone, which lay at an angle, scrolls and symbols were carved along both edges. Tori thought they might well be the letters of some outlandish alphabet. Some of them resembled ancient Greek, others seemed completely unfamiliar to her.

Suddenly, everything inside her contracted, she felt sick, and goosebumps ran all over her body. Tori tried to swallow and suddenly realized she couldn’t. An icy cold gripped the back of her head, she shuddered, lost her footing, and, falling, waved her arms. One foot fell into the water between the stones, and Tori hit her knees painfully on the sharp edge. nine0003

Tori didn’t notice she screamed, but she probably did, because a second later Gabe called her name and she heard him rushing over to her.

Are you okay?

“In full,” she replied.

But did she tell the truth? The nausea she felt began to subside, but the chill remained, and her skin tingled, and it wasn’t hot or cold. Tori recognized the feeling. And how could she not recognize him? After all, she had spent most of her life in fear and knew him too well. nine0003

She pulled her foot out of the water, cursing herself for her awkwardness, and sat down on one of the stones and began to look at the symbols. Who drew them here and why? Maybe people once lived on the island? Or are these stones from an ancient temple?

Gabe walked along the rocky path much more dexterously than she expected. A little older than her, the captain remained a strong man in excellent physical condition.

“You should take a look at this,” said Tori.

She tied her hair in a ponytail, but a few unruly wet strands fell into her eyes. She tucked them behind her ears and leaned over to examine the symbols. nine0003

– I saw. Let’s go, Tori. The morning ends.

Tori looked at the inscriptions, surprised to find that her heart was still pounding in her chest, and the nausea hadn’t gone away. She was frightened just by looking at the strange letters, but given that she had never seen one before, it seemed pointless to her. It took her a moment to realize what Gabe had said, and when she did, she quickly tossed her head.

— How did you manage to see them? You stood too high. Are there any on the other side? nine0003

Gabe looked at her in confusion, and Tori guessed that he didn’t understand what she was talking about. So, he did not mean outlandish symbols on the stones. In that case, what?

Tori turned and looked at what was behind her. The path went on for another five feet, the entrance to a secret cave was visible, and the waves of the sea rolled over a forty-foot stretch of stones and shells. At first, Tori didn’t notice anything, but rather quickly saw bright spots in the water and remembered that she had seen something similar from above – white fragments that seemed rather strange among the cluster of black ones. nine0003

A wave came up from the shore and brought with it a bleached stone. No, it doesn’t look like a rock, Tori thought. If it glides through the water so easily, it must be fragile coral or some kind of shell. When, a moment later, the wave began to make its way back, just for a second – a short breath between advance and retreat – the upper part, only an inch, of an incomprehensible white object appeared above the water. In the rays of the bright sun, when the foam melted for a moment, Tori examined what was under it.

Human skull.

Tori made a hoarse sound and struggled to her feet, peering into the shallow water in the grotto. Now that she knew what to look for, she saw three more skulls in the distance. Tori breathed through her nose, trying to drive away the panic that had set in the moment she realized she had mistaken bone fragments for corals.

Who were they? she asked.

“Not from Mariposa,” Gabe replied. “They have been here for a long time.

Tori couldn’t take her eyes off the skulls, knowing full well that they had nothing to do with the Mariposa team. They lay in the grotto for a very long time, because they were bleached and smooth, almost like a fin. But knowing to whom the skulls did not belong is not at all the same as understanding whose they are. nine0003

“Hey,” Gabe called her and she looked at him. “This task is not for us, Tori. We need to…

His radio came to life, and both of them flinched in surprise. Gabe immediately tore it off his belt.

“Rio,” he said.

– Kevonn, captain. Are you coming to us? came the sailor’s voice through the static.

Gabe pressed the button.

– Let’s go. Did you find something?

“Exactly,” replied Kevonne. “A bunch of footprints and the two guys who own them. But these are their last traces. They’re dead, captain. Both. nine0003

Tori muttered a short prayer to the God she had stopped believing in as a little girl.

— How did they die? Gabe asked.

“Bullets,” Kevonn replied instantly. “But there was no shootout, boss. I think they shot themselves.

— Did they kill themselves? Tori was surprised. – Why?

Gabe signaled her to be quiet.

– Have you found a weapon? he asked Kevonn.

— No. But if it’s here, then it’s probably somewhere nearby. nine0003

“We’re coming to you,” Gabe replied and, turning around, hurried westward, back over the rocks, tucking the radio into his belt as he went.

Tori climbed over the rubble, feeling the water slosh in her right boot.

– Why did they kill themselves?

Gabe neither turned nor slowed down.

– I have no idea. Despair? Maybe they thought they were in danger of starvation or something like that.

– They spent only one day here. Doesn’t that surprise you? Why on earth would a person shoot himself if he knows that he can be saved? A few hours isn’t enough to give you hope, Gabe. They probably didn’t even have time to really get hungry. nine0003

Gabe had already reached the end of the path and was heading towards the sandy shore, but when he heard her words, he turned and shook his head.

– I don’t care at all. Hurry up, we’ll finally find the cursed weapon and get off this island. What happened to those guys doesn’t matter in the slightest.

Tori hurried after him, they quickly crossed the uneven ground and soon found themselves back on the soft sand. With each new step, Tori wanted to run away, because the fear that she experienced when she saw the mysterious inscriptions did not recede. nine0003

Gabe wanted to get off the island as soon as possible, and Tori didn’t blame him. He believed that the suicide of the two fishermen did not matter, but Tori thought otherwise. If they really shot themselves, it certainly wasn’t out of desperation. Only fear can make a person so quickly plunge into a state of hopelessness. More than just fear. Horror.

But what could have frightened them so?

Tori looked back at the grotto and raised her eyes to the sun. How long before noon? And until the time when the shadows of the hills and trees grow long and the ocean darkens? Tori went faster, the captain silently caught up with her and walked beside her. nine0003

Now Tori didn’t care if they found the weapons, and she suspected that very soon even Gabe would be ready to go home without him and want to leave this island as soon as possible.

33

David Boudreau was walking down the brick pavement of M Street, hazelnut coffee in his right hand and the Washington Post morning in his left. He read the newspaper purely for fun, trying to figure out which reporters were profane and which were real professionals. David looked up at the sky, marveling at the unusual weather. The sun flooded the sidewalk and shone down the entire length of M Street, but on the horizon, low gray clouds were visible on all sides, a combination of light and dark that engulfed the entire District of Columbia. nine0003

Good definition, David thought.

At that moment, his mobile phone burst into vicious music from the repertoire of “Flogging Molly” – a tribute to the Irish roots inherited from his late father. This melody had long bothered him, and he decided that it was time to change it. Sighing, David tucked the newspaper under his right armpit and pulled out his phone before it went into voice mail.

— What happened? he asked, holding the phone to his ear. – I’m very busy. nine0003

– I wonder what? You haven’t been in your office for two days.

– I am constantly in touch by phone and e-mail. I work at home.

David heard a sigh on the other end, heavy and theatrical. But Henry Wagner, his nominal employer, always acted like this.

— What are you working on, David? Wagner asked.

– On one of my own projects, general. I hope you will take my word for it when I say that he is completely within the bounds of the task. nine0003

— Are you doing this on purpose? Wagner asked.

— What?

– “The task.” I’m not kidding, baby. Your military jargon just sounds stupid from the outside.

David got angry. Yes, he played a little joke on General Wagner, but he knew very well how he hated being called “baby.” At twenty-four, David could hardly be called a child, and given that he had received several respectable degrees as a teenager, he had long ceased to be a “kid”. nine0003

– General, I use terms like “mission assigned” to make sure I’m being understood correctly, because military jargon is your comfort zone. If you prefer me not to use such definitions, I will try to avoid them in the future. Now back to your question – when the office is quiet, I allow myself to devote a little time to my own project, which, if I succeed, will be completely within the framework of your operational plans. nine0003

— So “if you succeed”? Wagner asked. “It turns out your project is not so urgent. I’m glad to hear it, because we have a situation that you need to deal with immediately.

David didn’t notice the sun go down behind the clouds and started to freeze when he stopped in front of a terraced brick house. The street was reconstructed many years ago, and it is still one of the prettiest in Georgetown. Shaded by awnings, shop windows were adorned with American flags and old-fashioned signs hanging from wrought iron bars. All non-brick surfaces were painted dark green, burgundy and deep cream, the only paints used in colonial times. Residents of the area walked their dogs, went for a run, or pushed prams in front of them. Everyone smiled at each other. In Washington, all this surprised and impressed. nine0003

— And what’s the matter? David asked.

“Something that requires your immediate attention,” Wagner replied.

David stopped on the brick pavement, trying to figure out how to take a sip of coffee without dropping the newspaper he was holding under his arm. He went to the lamppost so as not to disturb passers-by.

– I’m listening, general. What happened?

He heard another heavy sigh.

Are you familiar with the discovery of Homo floresiensis? [The Floresian man (Homo floresiensis) is possibly a dwarf fossil species of humans. The remains of Homo floresiensis were discovered in 2004 on the island of Flores in Indonesia.]

The general pronounced the Latin name as if he were quoting from a report, and David knew that was the case.

– Skeleton found in Liang Bua limestone cave. Yes, I am familiar with this discovery, as well as with all the other studies of Alena. And you know this very well. A three-foot-tall adult female of a separate species of human that lived about ten thousand years ago at the same time as the race that we consider to be the ancestors of modern humans. Did you discover something new? nine0003

– Mount Kazbek in the Caucasus, dormant volcano. There is an ice cap at the top and hot springs at the bottom. A month ago, a small earthquake caused cracks to appear at the base of the mountain, inside of which a system of ancient caves was discovered. In them, the researchers came across several partially preserved skeletons that have a huge number of features in common with Homo floresiensis.

David started up the sidewalk again, heading for the sunlit area. Three more blocks and he’s home.

– You make me sad, General. Anyone is able to examine the bones…

– They have horns.

David pushed the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a second, as if it had suddenly stopped working properly.

Did you say “horns”?

Yes, underdeveloped horns. Small pointed protrusions on the skull.

“It’s interesting, but I don’t understand why you’re so excited,” David replied. — What’s the point here…

He almost said “MO”, but bit his tongue just in time. The Department of Defense didn’t like having its secrets discussed over the phone. Officially, David worked for the US National Science Foundation, but he knew very well where the money came from and who commissioned the projects he worked on. nine0003

– They left drawings on the walls of the caves indicating that they had some kind of ritual weapon – there is no doubt that there was an occult component – which could make their enemies … The group working on the spot did not I’m sure which word is more appropriate: “melt” or “disappear”, but…

Macron plays “Russian roulette” and worries European partners many allies of Paris in the EU: many of them fear that his initiatives will not only not help reduce tensions, but will also spur new aggressive steps from Moscow, writes Politico. However, in Paris they assure: Europe will not see a secure existence without the United States moving away from it if it does not enter into a dialogue with Russia, and Macron uses not only a carrot, but also a whip in the Russian direction.

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French President Emmanuel Macron “has never been overconfident” — and now he is convinced that he can succeed where many politicians, including Angela Merkel and Barack Obama, have failed, and “make Vladimir Putin a defense partner for Europe”, writes Politico. “On a course of rapprochement with Moscow, Macron is answering one of the most serious geopolitical questions facing the democracies of Europe — how to deal with its large and nuclear-armed neighbor, which has become increasingly aggressive in recent years: waging war in Ukraine, has annexed Crimea, is trying to kill his opponents on European soil, and is organizing cyberattacks against Western targets.”, – says the reviewer of the publication. However, according to the journalist, Macron’s policy, which he has repeatedly advocated recently, is part of an even more ambitious goal of the French leader: he wants to eliminate Europe’s “dependence” on the United States and make the continent “more independent from a strategic point of view » .

Representatives of the French authorities also note that Macron’s policy, which he began to implement as soon as he took office three years ago, is by no means as “scandalous” as some make it out to be, and the need to maintain contact with Moscow is actually supported by many European leaders, they say in Politico. nine0239 “I don’t know a single partner, including from Poland or the Baltic states, who would dispute the fact that it is necessary to talk about security conditions on the continent with Russia ,” said, in particular, a high-ranking French diplomat participating in the determination course in the Russian direction. — The fact that this enterprise is not bilateral is quite obvious. ” . According to the official, someone in Europe would inevitably have to ensure that the terms of the dialogue on new agreements on arms control and ensuring European security are set by Europe, and this is precisely the task that the French leader is now solving. nine0003

However, many of Macron’s European partners treat his joint initiatives with Putin on mutual rapprochement with “with great skepticism, if not suspicion “, emphasizes the author of the material. The leaders of the Eastern European and Baltic countries, who “survived Soviet oppression” and since the end of the Cold War have been constantly under the “threat of Russian expansionism” , do not believe that Putin is interested in a more constructive relationship with Europe, and complain about that France and Macron do not take into account their concerns about their own security. nine0003

At the forefront of Macron’s foreign policy towards Moscow, according to a Politico columnist, are two main elements: the desire to keep France an important role in international affairs, and the president’s conviction in his ability to build strong relationships with other leaders – despite the fact that that the personal, and at times even sympathetic, manner in which the French leader communicates with Vladimir Putin “makes nervous” many of his European colleagues. Thus, Macron often mentions the experiences that the Russian president suffered due to the death of his brother in besieged Leningrad, emphasizing that Mr. Putin, thanks to such life experience, has “deeply European” worldview. In this regard, French officials hope that Putin “will be able to convince that it is in Russia’s interests not to rush into the arms of China, where it will definitely become a junior partner, but to establish partnerships with Europe” . “Many believe that these personal relationships are constructive, and that the Russian president is surrounded by advisers who have tougher views than himself, which means that it is more reasonable to work with him one on one, like a president with a president, , a French statesman close to Macron said in an interview with Politico. — This is a matter of tactics and geopolitics. If we do not want Russia to withdraw into itself or begin to drift towards other alliances, it is important to remind her of the fact that from a historical, political and cultural point of view she is a European country.

Even those who agree with the need to seek common ground with Russia do not have much faith that Macron will be able to achieve this – in particular, there are opinions that not the French leader, but his colleague from USA. “Russia is already oriented towards the Euro-Atlantic order, it just wants a completely different role that we are ready to offer it, ,” Matthew Rojansky, an employee of the American think tank Wilson Center, told Politico. – nine0239 I am inclined to believe that sooner or later competent negotiators in Russia and in the West will have a chance to restore the working state of their relations; the question at the moment is whether Vladimir Putin and Emmanuel Macron are such negotiators. I am not yet sure of this, since the United States still retains a relatively large influence in this disposition” .