The Witch of Kings Cross

An old lady struggles with her dirty bags to cross the underpass leading out of cardboard city, her vomit covered dress and scraggly hair make her a frightening site for the eyes. I'm freezing despite the thick layers of clothing I have on, the cold has managed to seep into my bones. The dungeons are a very harsh space to live in.

I step over 100's of used needles and beer cans to help the old lady to her feet. She was beautiful once, you can tell by looking at her features. Through the dirt is a strangly youthful woman. She hissed her thanks to me and locks her fingers onto my wrist. I find myself being dragged along, the woman having far more strength in her than I first anticipated.

The sreams she tell me, you here for the screams.

I have been doing what I can, counter measures of magick, boiling my cauldron and dosing the homeless with my potions. Its kept the TROLLs away but i'm running out of steam. "You need to get help Mr Beltaine, much more help." "I'm Rosaleen by the way and i'm a witch"

We finally arrived at her flat, she plunged her whole head into a cauldron off water and when she finally looked up I was amazed.

She certainly looked the part, her eyebrows plucked into high arches, her whole face, framed with jet black hair, a pattern of striking black curves which resembled nothing so much as one of her paintings which were hanging around her walls. She was now calling herself the leader of a witch cult and whilst the "cult" never seemed to amount to much more than a few friends gathering in her small flat for occult talk and the occasional friendly ritual, this was too good to believe.

"There were about eight or nine cult members present. They all wore hideous masks so were quite willing to be photographed, although they pointed out that there were certain rites which could not be performed before outsiders or cameras."

Later Rosaleen Norton changed into her witch's outfit. She was nude except for a black shawl over her shoulders. A cat mask covered her face, but did not prevent her smoking from a long cigarette holder.

She laid herslf spreadeagled on the cold floor, her body in the shape of a pentagram. Her coven spread around the circle were chanting in a language that even I did not understand. She ushered me forward and I stepped into the circle. My clothes were tore off me and I was pressed down on top of Rosaleen.

The ritual sex was fantastic, and the juices bottled for the next dosing of the masses of homeless potential victims of the TROLL.......................................................

I get the feeling that this is the help she said I needed.

I felt used as a walked the streets of Kings Cross, bottle in hand, dazed but at least warmed. I'll stay here till New Year but no longer. If Titan wants me here longer then he can come and keep me company.

1960's Troll Blood Sucking London

Chris Titan of the T.I.T.A.N agency has recieved reports of a vampire type Troll which was reported in the 1960,s has returned. After hearing of my return from the ether world he has patted me on the back for a job well done of the Neurocam International fiasco and immediately set me to work on a new task:-

His email goes; Currently I am investigating Waterloo Bridge... You might be interested in a lead. There is a trail I will not have time to go down but I have lightly investigated it. The TROLL in my agency is a vampire who lives under a bridge and feeds off the homeless, junkies and other trash people. Their blood is full of drugs, veneral disease, and all manners of filth and makes the vampire a hideous looking troll. I suspect the activity of a fairly old troll...who may have even taken on a role in the London underworld of the 1960's... Might be interesting to see what you might dig up doing an investigation.

Slip the wife the tongue for me...

Happy Holidays.

Brothers of the Scar,
Chris Titan

Initial findings are based on a rumour I heard when travelling through Kings Cross last weekend when I finally returned to England. Peircing screams brought me down to the cardboard city of Kings Cross a dirty old tramp wanted to suck me off for my cheese burger. I hadn't had sex since my purple magcik ritual but hey I kicked the fucker in the jaw and through him 20p.

The tramp said "I have heard of such vampiristic ugly deformed creatures prowling the areas of Baker Street, Kings Cross and Tower of London, Rumours are that when the troll strikes you can hear the victims screams for miles, a chilling howling cry of dispair. "

Any London agent free to do an initial investigation report in to me and we'll make a date. maharishi.nci@googlemail.com

Neurocam from Cuba to Iraq Nautonier Yellow One Clandestine Operations c1990

Two agents were arrested in the United States as they readied to sneak into Cuba through Pinar del Río to carry out subversive actions on behalf of Robert Henley. Despite confiscation of their weapons and explosive, U.S. authorities released them.

Organized by “Brothers to the Circle de Luce” eleven vessels, six light planes and two helicopters coming from the United States enter Cuban territorial waters and airspace. One of the light planes flew over the heart of Havana and dropped propaganda material, these were said to be flyers containing the caption "GET OUT OF YOUR MIND".

Planes owned by “Brothers to the Circle de Luce” fly at extremely low altitude over Havana and drop smoke bombs. In the following months of 1994 the same group carried out at least seven other similar violations of Cuba’s airspace.

An expeditionary force of the Yellow One Agents under Gen. Tomas Henry Wood crosses the Texas border and penetrates several hundred miles into Mexican territory. Eventually reinforced to over 11,000 agents.

Special operations units land in Iranian desert. Helicopter malfunction leads to aborting of planned raid. Two Iranian jets shot down over the Persian Gulf.

Neurocam Special Forces units engage in counter-insurgency in Bolivia for Robert Henley.

Yellow One Ground strikes destroy Sudans major pharmaceutical plant. Beltaine rescues Robert Henley and hides him in a safe house in London.

Yellow One disbanded by Nautonier c2005

T.I.T.A.N Rites over Glastonbury

As they begin their magick rite, the sky clouds over and darkens. A cold wind sweeps the top of Glastonbury Tor, the legendary British power spot where ley lines converge and primal dragon energy is concentrated. Four altars are set up with wooden poles forming triangular spaces, littered with talismans. Inside the circle between the altars step 12 agents, a ragtag collection of that represent the source races of humanity. As a brilliant zig-zag flash of lightning breaks the clouds, Mortifer Venator steps into the circle followed closely by two others, their six arms waving like a spider, spinning, measuring and cutting the thread of life. The initiates are pierced through their chest and sewn together with a string web, then anointed as they sing a range of tones to activate their chakras, the energy centres running up their spines. This was the ‘13th Tribal Unit of T.I.T.A.N’ weaving, a boggling ritual to unite the themselves with their fellow agents across the pond and connect to the dark, and you haven’t seen anything yet…Chris Titan stepped into the circle......................

Never Cave In

NCI once killed me! Snooper and Blabber Agents of T.I.T.A.N take heed. Using magick without fully understanding the lessons given at the agencies HQ can seriously damage your health, I know, i've been there and back and Chris has the scars to prove it

Its about time agents stepped up to the plate, its time to take T.I.T.A.N to a new level.

maharishi.nci@googlemail.com if you dare!

This evidence successfully proved the physical nature of Trance - that the medium's body can indeed be inhabited by another spirit and its own consciousness.

After a while, to be able to get over his issues Beltaine needed to visit his 'home town' to say goodbye... "He didn't want to go on his own, because he said that would be 'haunting'!", laughs Chris Titan. "I didn't know anything about Sudan, although he would tell me all about it. A toxic friend and myself drove him back to where he had lived to visit the places he was fond of and the place where he died. Beltaine gave us directions - we didn't even look at the map!

When we got there it was just like he said it would be. That was the first time that I'd been 'shown' somewhere that I'd never been before in my life and had gone there and there it was! It was just completely mind-blowing!"