Chapter 1: Information from Simon Kurse
Byron Mills relied heavily on information from Simon Kurse, a fellow Iraq War veteran just like him. Byron was searching for the notorious Jewish anarchist – Felix Fleisherman in a suburb just outside Cincinnati, Ohio. It was the evening hours and Byron was out by himself. Byron did his best monologuing his searches around the suburb with his own personal recording device.
“Name’s Byron Mills” said Byron into the recorder, “I know what I saw, even if it doesn’t make sense. Different place, different time. I’m getting closer, I just don’t know how close.”
Byron was in the right neighborhood alright, Simon’s information paid off quite nicely. Felix was staying in his African-American girlfriend’s place – Coline Bourg. Coline was worried for Felix’s safety once she heard he was involved in radical politics, she didn’t know how extreme everything was getting out there. Coline could see Byron, she didn’t know him at all.
“He’s back, Felix” said Coline as she turned to him after peaking through the window.
“Same guy?” asked Felix.
“Unfortunately, yes,” continues Coline, “and I don’t know if he isn’t the only one looking.”
It was quiet inside Coline’s house as she watched from the window protecting her boyfriend Felix.
“I don’t like this” said Coline.
“He’s just walking” said Felix.
Felix was obviously downplaying Coline’s paranoid behavior about the stranger outside.
“He’s not just walking” continued Coline.
“We’ve seen people pass through here before” stated Felix.
“Not like him” replied Coline.
“I won’t be here for too long” said Felix, “somebody’s going to come to pick me up.”
“When?” asked Coline.
“Soon” replied Felix.
But Coline didn’t know when “soon” could be, it could be anything – a day, perhaps a week or a month? She didn’t know as she continued to look through the blinds of her window. She could see Byron still out there lurking about. Felix then decided to head upstairs to his room.
“Ah yes, memories” said Felix as he opened the door to his room.
He had far left paraphernalia all over his room including the time where he headed towards the Kurdish controlled regions of the Middle East through Qatar. It was an odd choice for Felix, instead of the Palestinians, who were facing their own war with Israel – the Kurds were the next best choice since many Kurds agreed politically with Felix’s ideas.
“They’re certainly not going to take this lying down” thought Felix as he took a glance at the photos of the Kurdish rebels.
While Felix was looking at his past – Byron decided to head back to his motel room. He sent a text message to Simon that he was spending a few days trying to stalk someone like Felix.
“Might be here a few days” said Byron before he was going to head to bed.
“Sleep tight” said Simon, “don’t cause TOO much trouble for yourself.”
Byron and his fellow veterans were trying to form a counter network against Felix’s own black bloc. The black bloc worked independently from the Left Plebian Society.
