2010. John Coluvis had his eighth birthday last month. On Independence Day he loves to watch Uncle Bob grilling steaks and burgers on the Weber.

Bob smiles,

“Johnny, you’re growing like a weed. Last year you didn’t know whether you wanted to be a fireman or a jet pilot. Have you been thinking about what you’ll do when you finish high school.”

Johnny has grown up a lot lately and welcomes the question,

“I’m gonna study criminal psychology and forensics in college, then be a G-Man,”

Bob looks favorably impressed.

John’s sister Judy is listening and interjects,

“Yah, the FBI - Fat, Bald, and Ignorant.”

John pulls out a water pistol and squirts her three times as she runs off giggling.

As the years pass, John reads and studies many things outside of the main curricula at the schools he attends. By the time he finishes his second year in college he thinks of himself as a “Darwinist Libertarian who works for worldwide liberty, prosperity, and peace without the destruction of indigenous race and culture.”

John does not validate by consensus, and has the good sense to keep his moral and political viewpoints completely to himself. He has mastered the art of not betraying thoughts or emotions and has become quite accomplished as the artful dodger. These skills will be of great help to him generally, and especially as an FBI agent.

Factions

December 19, 2024
Earlier this year, Special Agent John Coluvis finished the intensive FBI training program at Quantico, Virginia. He’s home for the holidays and has been catching up on Libertarian insider news.

One piece he finds online explains about political factions within government agencies, specifically the CIA, FBI, and NSA. Some work for IMF banker directed totalitarian Socialism and some are Libertarian like himself.

This kindles in him thoughtfulness about choices he will have to make, especially impromptu ones in the field. He resolves that he will always serve Evolutionary Destiny even if it puts him in conflict with his “superiors” within the agency. In today’s world every just and moral person must be a double agent.

First Kill

January 12, 2025
John has just arrested his first pedophile trafficker on a call from a Navy Seal buddy whose group went in first and broke it up. He locks the fellow in one of the cages that were used for the captive kids.

When the local FBI Commissioner Drake arrives, John goes to meet with him. John has very acute hearing. Just before he turns the corner to enter the room, he overhears the commissioner talking quietly with his aid,

“…when we get back to headquarters I’ll shred the file on this and when the arresting agent asks about testifying, I’ll tell him that it won’t be necessary, that the Seals’ testimony will be enough. I’ll need to figure out something if he later asks about the trial and sentencing.”

John is surprised to be encountering a Globalist faction this early in his career. He goes back, creates a small distraction with a wastebasket fire to draw witnesses away from the cage area, circles quietly around behind the cage, gets out his ballpoint pen blowgun, puts a silent self-dissolving poison dart into the back of the trafficker’s neck, then goes quickly back to see the Drake.

About eight minutes into the debriefing a young woman knocks and enters,

“Sorry to interrupt, Commissioner, but the suspect locked in the cage apparently has had a heart attack. He has no pulse.

The Commissioner looks at Coluvis with an astounded expression that also betrays a subtle note of suspicion. John himself has trouble not smirking, but manages to look fairly surprised, and adds,

“I frisked him thoroughly. Maybe he had a cyanide capsule sewed under his lip like Himmler.

Free Press

Commissioner Drake has assigned John to locate, observe for one week, then interview Eric F. Magnuson, Chairman of The World Libertarian Order.

Magnuson is much talked about because he fictionally portrays assassins of leftist and Globalist functionaries as patriotic heroes, but in a way that cannot strictly be characterized as sponsorship.

The story-lines clearly show the criminality of the assaniated victims and their escape of justice because of subverted government. John further states that a good citizen anywhere would be perfectly within his moral, if not legal, rights to use violent reprisal to stop these people.

March 14, 2025 4:58 PM Seattle WA
John has been looking, but Magnuson is impossible to find. He is almost ready to give up when he spots Magnuson by accident at a pharmacy, then follows him around for a week. He finds no criminal activity or contacts with anyone unusual. The man is a writer, not a soldier. Why would he be at age 78?

Coluvis thinks Drake is a real bozo on this one and decides not to blow Magnuson’s cover. When he reports in, he claims not to have found Magnuson and mentions the suspect’s age as a likely dis-qualifier for field activity. Drake is annoyed, but more of less agrees.

Just Harvest

October 22, 2025
John visits Ravenswood College near Nottingham New Hampshire to interview activist Ted Farrell, suspected of being the “Grim Reaper of Ravenswood.”

John knows that the people this fellow has removed from society were justly expunged, and asks only routine questions. He gives Farrell a business card, and leaves.

Public Enemies

Three years ago a national alliance of extreme left wing graffiti artists agreed upon a fifty state campaign of put downs for liberty loving people all across America. Most of the content is outright slander.

As a counter reaction, Libertarian Nationalists, under the premise of leaderless resistance to treason, have declared open season on these individuals and joyfully gun them down whenever they get a chance.

November 3, 2025 9:32 PM
Today a group of nine leftists are defacing a new high school building just outside of Washington DC .Out of nowhere nine bullets from three shooters suddenly find them.

The FBI is called in because identity checks show that the victims represent a national coalition. John Coluvis takes the call and responds immediately.

As John walks around looking at the bodies, one is still alive and raises his spray can as if to paint John’s trouser leg. Nobody is looking. John chuckles as he delivers a fast kick to the leftist’s throat. He finishes up, goes back to his office, and files his report.

3:43 PM
In response to a phone message, John enters the office of Commissioner Drake, who steals a quick look at John’s shoes.

“Please sit down, John. I just got the autopsy back on the graffiti shootings. Did you see anyone milling around at the scene as you approached?”

“No, but of course there were, because the local police arrived first, then called us. Why, was there contamination?”

“Not exactly. One of the victims apparently survived his bullet wounds, but died after receiving a broken trachea from a kick to the throat. Does this strike you as a bit odd? Any ideas on who could have done it?”

John sees that familiar suspicious look in Drake’s countenance. He answers,

“Not really. Probably just one of the shooters finishing the job and saving himself a bullet into the bargain. Did all the shooters use suppressors and what time did the shootings occur?”

“Around 4:40 AM. And yes, they used suppressors, but why do you ask, and why do you say all the shooters?”

“Darkness and relative quiet support the idea of the shooters daring to inspect their work in the aftermath. There were all kinds of footprints around, but the way the bodies fell and the angles of trajectory suggested to me that there were three shooters. Am I right?”

“There were four different types of projectile, but I suppose it could be three shooters with one of them using two guns.”

John looks amused,

“I want to go on record as revising my number upward to four shooters.”

John knows damned well it was four shooters, who they are, and that two of them are a young married couple who always position together unless specifically asked to do otherwise.

Evening news headlines vary:

“Racists Murder Young Artists”

“Slander and Vandalism Can Be Dangerous”

“Public Enemies Eliminated by Patriots”

Parasites

Nearby is a settlement of forty thousand Islamists whose entry to America was sponsored by the United Nations. They are living in apartments, mostly on welfare.

Almost every night Islamic men set fire to cars of non-Islamic neighbors, who eventually move away. This causes apartment vacancies and drives down the rent.

December 11, 2025 7:34 PM
In his time off, John Coluvis likes to go hunting. Tonight it will be Islamic automobile arsonists. He opens the plush lined drawer and takes out his 8mm Walther PPK with suppressor.

He arrives at the hunting ground and parks across the street. Just as he is getting out of the car, he sees four Ninja-like individuals shooting Islamic arsonists with silent weapons.

He also hears police sirens which could be a coincidence but he hides the Walther and straps on his standard issue Glock just in case.

The vigilante fellows are dispersing in different directions and nobody is looking out windows yet, so Coluvis creates a distraction to help the Ninjas escape.

One of the Islamists has left a full plastic jug of kerosene on the ground. John douses five of the dead Islamists, sets them on fire, and leaves quickly. When the cops arrive, they are ordered to put out the fires. This takes a good deal of time.

The next day, there is no FBI activity on this matter because it was a local police call. Drake, however, drops in to visit

Coluvis and asks furtively,

“John, did you hear about the Islamic massacre last night?”

“Yes, something about payback to arsonists... What goes around comes around.”

The Globalist coward inside Drake makes him scowl, but at some level he knows that John’s viewpoint is perfectly correct and natural.

As the day wears on, John daydreams about what he could do to aid any group that would seek to wipe out the entire colony of 40,000 Islamists. That would be something!

Professor

John Coluvis loves beautiful women and enjoys his fair share in the Washington DC area. He has however, never been one to compromise Libertarian political ideals for even the highest quality nookie.

February 16, 2026 10:16 AM
Today John is enjoying pork Gumbo soup and a grilled Munster sandwich at his favorite lunch counter in Georgetown. A pretty brown haired woman sits down next to him and smiles.

“Okay if I sit here?”

He replies in good humor,

“Sure, just so long as you understand that it’s strictly Dutch Treat with me. Judging by that beautiful outfit I can see that you are gainfully employed.”

She’s delighted by his comment and says,

“Thank you. My name is Lena Smythe. I teach Race in America at Howard University. You’re rather nicely dressed yourself…”

John thinks…

Hmm. Race. This will be productive either way.

He replies aloud,

“Thank you, I’m FBI Special Agent John Coluvis. They like us to be presentable. Tell me about your approach to teaching.”

Lena is flattered that he should ask and jumps right ahead,

“I stress the value of government enforced racial diversity everywhere in all things. We are all Americans, and in the macrocosm, citizens of Earth. We must be forced to co-mingle genetically until there is only one race everywhere on Earth.”

John almost falls off his chair and thinks to himself,

How does a twit like this pass the intelligence test for junior high school, let alone a college program leading to professorship?

John regrets the loss of this beauty as a lover, but is delighted at how easy his decision will be. In fact, he has already made it. Lena is getting very flirty very fast as they talk. John indicates that he notices this and asks,

“Let’s go where we can be alone. How about your place?”

She smiles and says,

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They leave, and on the way to his car, John notices an area free of security cameras and manages to dart her neck with his tiny blow gun. She feels a slight sting and he pretends to shoo away a flying insect. The poison dart in this instance will take about eight hours.

John pretends he has an incoming phone call and says,

“Sorry, I’ll need a rain check, if that’s okay. I have an emergency. Is it all right if I drop by the University tomorrow and see you at work?”

“No problem, but from 12:00 AM to 1:00 PM I’ll be in the North cafeteria.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

That night at her kitchen table as Lena is finishing her dinner, she simply slides off the chair to the floor, deader than a door nail.

The next day about 10:00 AM John sees a news item about Lena. There is no mention of her having been seen with anyone at the restaurant. Drake probably knows nothing about this because it’s a municipal matter. He never mentions it at all.

Invasion

March 11, 2026 10:40 AM
John receives his copy of an official email message about the planned sinking of an incoming ship transporting 60,000 Islamic “immigrants” for resettlement to further the UN’s part in the globalist destruction of America.

This is John’s chance to do something significant. He contacts Drake immediately to avert suspicion. John knows who is planning to sink the ship, so he writes a letter of warning and sends it off via an untraceable email service that he uses in these emergencies:

Dear Libertarian Patriots,

I must remain anonymous in this, but like yourselves, I engage in leaderless resistance to Globalist oppression.

Please be warned: the FBI has notice of your plan to sink the incoming ship of invading Islamists on March 15. A new plan is needed. Here’s what I suggest:

Helicopter escort for the transport will begin at the thirty mile point. Actually doing the job way out to sea, however, will expose you to a very high degree. If instead, you can procure a remote control torpedo with a sensor to alert you to incoming ships and immediately place it sixty miles out, then on March 15th you can be a long way away when the ship goes down.

I wish you luck in this worthy project. If there is anything more I can do, I will. I have a cell number for you and will call to verify so you will bring that specific phone with you on the appointed day in case I need to alert you to anything.

On the Coast

March 12, 2026 10:13 AM
In a small fast boat, the patriots are setting off to place the torpedo at sea, but here comes a Coast Guard Cutter. It’s only routine checking, but Drake is on board.

Coluvis anticipated this, and is on a high hill overlooking the coast with a scope gun loaded with exploding bullets. With the number of life jackets he sees onboard, John knows the Coast Guard chaps will survive if he scuttles the boat, so he shoots at the bow two feet below the water line. The hole produced is three feet in diameter

The patriots see the cutter start to sink. John calls their cell. One of them picks up and John says,

“This is the guy who sent the warning about the FBI, also the guy who just scuttled that Coast Guard Cutter bearing down on you. I’m calling to to let you know that I also scrambled the Coast Guard’s ability to reach their headquarters for help, so if you move fast, you can still get out there and position the torpedo.”

The patriot thanks John, they proceed with the mission, and hide the torpedo at the proper depth so that nobody can spot it before the transport comes in on the 15th.

Suspicion

March 13, 2026
As John enters the FBI building, Drake is waiting in the hall with that suspicious look. He directs the agent to his office.

“Have a chair, John. Did you hear about the sinking of the Coat Guard cutter yesterday?”

“Yes, on the evening news,but what made it sink?”

“Something blew a hole in the hull. I was on board.”

“Poor fellow! You got soaked. The TV said they were patrolling the coast, so why were you on board?”

A bit angrily,

“Come on, Agent Coluvis! You know damned-well why.”

“Of course, but what I meant was, that a ship as big as the transport needs to be sunk in deep water or most of those aboard will survive. So why the coast?”

Drake scowls impatiently and dismisses John to his office,

Out to Sea

March 15, 2026 8:24 AM.
The transport is coming. The patriots are twenty miles up the coast at a family barbecue. The launcher’s phone rings. He goes off away from the kids to answer. The spotter gives him the coordinates. The launcher thanks him, waits three minutes, and pushes the torpedo send-off button.

On the upper transport deck there are many practitioners of Sharia Law eagerly viewing the coast of their new country filled with beautiful sinful women they can rape and beat up for not wearing a hijab.

One of them sees the incoming torpedo and shouts,

“Allah, Allah, please save us!

The torpedo strikes and blows a hole in the side of the transport so big it effectively cuts the ship in half. The wreckage starts to sink immediately. The Islamists below deck howl as they claw at the ceilings and the icy water fills their lungs. Gravity rapidly bears them down to Davy Jones’s Locker.

Investigation

March 17, 2026
Drake is talking with FBI higher-ups about the transport sinking. He mentions his instinctive distrust of Coluvis because of the agent’s attitude and values, but stresses that there is no evidence of involvement. The committee consults in private, then calls Drake back in.

The leader says,

“Commissioner Drake, we want you to appoint Agent Coluvis to conduct the investigation of this incident. During periodic briefings he may slip and betray himself. Whatever happens we will have to deal permanently with this fellow.”

Conflict

When Drake tells John of his assignment, he is momentarily surprised, but has a pretty good idea about why he was chosen. He feels conflicted, but consoles himself that it won't be that difficult. All he must do is to seem that he is truly investigating the case, but without getting too close to anyone actually involved.

Ongoing Caution

March 3, 2028 10:03 AM
While investigating the famous Bateman case, John interviews Garrett Valdison as he comes out of a fun-house in New York City. He asks him if they might consult on cases sometimes. Valdison agrees, and they exchange cards.

November 30, 3032 8:05 AM
While investigating the whereabouts of serial killer James Werth in Lyndonville VT, John interviews Libertarian activist Willie Ulricson.