For those of you asking for more in-depth information on what I did at Trigram, I have some things that I can recount off the top of my head.

  If you want anything else, you'll have to be more specific.

  Monday protocol was brutal. There were no textbooks, and the instructors highly discouraged taking notes, and my memory was slippery. I'm sure anyone aged 11-13 would agree. We just didn't have the mental faculty to remember EVERYTHING the teacher said for any longer than the lesson took.

  But I didn't have to take notes; Edge was taking them for me. Any of you have but to ask, and I'll publish his work. I have it right here.

  On to the list of things I DO remember, is that when it came to the information given to us students about Tangibles and Intangibles, there would be times when you could TELL that the instructor had experienced these things firsthand.

  He nearly had a damn stroke talking about the Klounhs, however, he started the lesson by saying the plural Klounhi (clown-eye), I refuse to do this. If I say Clowns, I'm gonna say Klounhs.

  Outside of your standard tangibles/intangibles information, we were treated to some truly grotesque bullshit.

  For instance, there was this cult the instructor described as "the Church of the Primeval god" and while that brought up old videos I'd seen of Jonestown and the FLDS, he assured me this was something straight out of a fantasy horror novel.

  Their belief is that all life in the universe was once a conglomerate being, this is what the Church refers to as their primeval god, and they aim to bring all lives on earth into some nasty shoggoth-like glob of flesh that somehow will carry itself to other corners of the universe, attempting to rebuild their "god" from scratch once again.

  He then began to show us all manner of pictures of cadavers they'd taken from raids on the CPG, these were grotesque to say the least, horribly combined people, sometimes two, sometimes three per body, all with bodies morphed into a semi-functional looking form.

  "They didn't fight," says the instructor, "they either didn't know or didn't care that we'd figured out how to kill their creatures."

  The instructor called these creatures "god flesh" and that they were horrifying amalgamations of all forms of life they could absorb, for some reason fire didn't kill these monsters, but made them grow faster, the correct way to snuff out a god flesh invasion was to carry a tank of hydrofluoric acid and a spray nozzle.

  Just in case you do not know what Hydrofloric acid is, imagine the blood of those monsters from that famous alien movie from the 80s, a so-called "molecular" acid, and like those movie aliens, the only way you get a pass from being totally destroyed by Hydrofloric acid is if your body naturally produces Florine, and I don't think that's a thing in any natural beings.

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  "However, unknown to us, they didn't NEED to fight us." The instructor said, "Because their creatures were swiftly on our tail after our first raid."

  He then showed us a video taken of a God flesh siege beast, many-legged and yet still amorphous as it strode above the roofs of a small town, four-winged bat-like beings with human lips and vocal chords flew around assaulting people, driving them into the living war machine's path, large assemblies of human arms and animal legs cartwheeled about causing havoc, the detail of the video was so great that I could see human heads attached to several pairs of hands scuttling about on the main mass of the creature itself. Small but strong muscular tendrils swept through windows and stole people out of their homes, sucking the tendrils up like spaghetti, this thing would absorb these people directly into itself before the video cut away and showed that it had been taken down, lying in the street, blown into pieces that were being dissolved by what I could only assume were Agents, as the smaller creatures that could still move all scurried to get away.

  A small white text box appeared in the corner that said "MOP, Massive Ordinance Penetrator used for division of God flesh siege beast."

  He then told us the cult was still at large, and we'd probably have to fight them at some point.

  No thanks, Samuel!

  Among these lessons were information about other entities spanning from inter-dimensional creatures who act through "Proxies" in the physical realm, to immortal murderers that would put Jason Voorhees to shame, to Aliens.

  If anyone wants any more specific info from the Trigram Agency or our lesson plan/daily routine, ask me, but for now, let us get to the meat and potatoes of what I'm writing about.

  The Houska Organization------

  The Houska installation we lived in at that time was a large mostly underground facility in the middle of Love Field Texas, it was a large bunker complex, for group Sigma, it felt like home, a return to form, as it were.

  I suppose some of you are wondering about MAL, what's her real name? What's her job? Is she our caretaker? What is the Houska Organization?

  Well, it wasn't the Houska Organization, Houska was the name of a rival organization run by the Nazi occult science division during WW2, which Trigram absorbed during project paperclip after having fought them tooth and nail for the world's mysterious objects/animals.

  Mind you I won't know any of this for a long time and am only writing this as a form of hindsight, so bear with me.

  The part of the Trigram Agency we were kidnapped by was a small fragment of a larger organization, the larger part temporarily renaming itself for the purposes of distancing itself from that specific splinter in the eyes of its contemporaries, as well as helping us adjust to life outside a murder circus.

  As for MAL, that name is an acronym, it stands for her full name, Millicent, Allison Lancaster, MAL is a veteran Agent for the Trigram Agency, who had volunteered to be a part of the "Houska" organization because she had shown interest in the ethics of what this splinter cell of the Trigram Agency was doing with the JABs, she was assigned to what her superiors called, "Cleanup." where she would personally oversee our rehabilitation and reinsertion into the Agency, but the Rehabilitation was at the time under the guise of reinserting us into society, why they felt the need to lead with this, I still don't know.