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    Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series: Bad Penny, Good Penny
    Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series: Bad Penny, Good Penny
    Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series: Bad Penny, Good Penny
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    Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series: Bad Penny, Good Penny

    By Peneloipe Pengold

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    Penny00 – The Prequel to the Bad Penny, Good Penny Series


    Penny00 – The Prequel provides an introduction to the Bad Penny, Good Penny series.
    It runs about 27,000 words (roughly 110 regular pages).

    Not everyone plays by the same set of rules. I know that I don’t, not any more. I play by my own set of rules. I run an extralegal ‘problem solving’ business, helping my clients and removing the scum from our society, one target at a time.

    Why?  Because I can, and I don’t expect our government or law enforcement to help.  I’ve seen what the government can do, my dad was part of their ‘solution’.

    My father was in Special Forces and the Navy SEALS, then worked for a mysterious, black ops government agency. He taught me skills no normal young girl should ever need to know. When he wasn’t home, I attended martial arts and other specialized classes on a wide variety of topics, all paid for by the government.

    We moved every year or so, assumed a new name and were hidden from the world in a system much like witness protection.

    I learned to adapt. I learned to be a chameleon.

    With each relocation I despised the situation even more. I hated the isolation, the lack of long-term friends, continually learning a new town, school and the cover history the government provided. Instead of dwelling on it, I turned to learning everything I could. What began as mere interests in math, science and mechanics turned into near obsession. I learned a lot. I learned to be independent, to make my own way, to fend for myself.

    Most of all, I learned how to be hard. How to take care of myself, to defend myself, and if needed, kill. Without remorse. I get no rush from a kill, just the satisfaction another dirt-bag has been eliminated from the gene pool.

    I also became a master of martial arts, knowledgeable in many disciplines, and possess the knowledge of how to kill in a wide variety of means, from personal, hand-to-hand combat, to long distance sniper fire. My awareness of physics, chemistry, ballistics and explosives is beyond what anyone could imagine without an extensive support team.

    One day, my dad just didn't come back from an assignment. We were relocated yet again. Shortly after I turned 18, I was recruited by the same black ops agency my dad gave his life for. Working for the government wasn't the answer. I declined, and went to college instead, under yet another name.

    While in college, I got a degree in Business, then an MBA, and worked for a while in the insurance industry.

    I work for myself. I have the freedom to accept the jobs I want, and it pays a lot better. While I worked for the insurance company, I learned I could lead a dual life. One with a public persona like nearly any other single adult woman, and an undercover life doing what I'd trained to do. Fix things. Solve problems. Make things right. Remove the low lifes, those that deserve to be removed from the gene pool of our society, one member at a time. Selectively, on my terms. When not ridding the society of the scum, I also provide lesser ‘solutions’ for my clients. I solve their problems, for a (usually hefty) fee. I don't judge my clients, and ask that they reciprocate.

    If you are my client, you will not meet nor recognize me. I can fit in nearly anywhere. As I said before, I'm like a chameleon. A short, red-haired woman can do a lot to be anonymous. If you do remember me, what you remember is a disguise, because I want you to.

    Now a thirty-something woman, I operate an underground 'problem solving' business that provides an interesting variety of services.
    If you have a problem, and the money to pay, I could solve that problem for you. Usually permanently.

    These are some of my stories, a glimpse of my life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVolcanoArtists.com
    Release dateDec 25, 2014
    ISBN9781507021149
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      Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series - Peneloipe Pengold

      Penny00 - The Prequel To The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series.

      By Penelope Pengold

      Copyright © 2014 Penelope Pengold and  VolcanoArtists.com

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      Table of Contents

      The Military Years

      Protective Custody

      The Insurance Industry and beyond

      Saturday, 1200 Hrs. (noon)

      Saturday, 1300 Hrs. (1:00 PM)

      Saturday, 1945 Hrs. (7:45 PM)

      Saturday, 2015 Hrs. (8:15 PM)

      Sunday, 0800 Hrs. (8:00 AM)

      Sunday 1800 hrs. (6:00 PM)

      Monday 1800 hrs. (6:00 PM)

      Tuesday 0900 hours (9:00 AM)

      Tuesday 1730 hours (5:30 PM)

      Wednesday 1800 hours (6:00 PM)

      Thursday 1700 hours (5:00 PM)

      Friday 1800 hours (6:00 PM)

      Friday 2100 hours (9:00 PM)

      Saturday 1800 hours (6:00 PM)

      Sunday 1800 hours (6:00 PM)

      Monday 1730 hours (5:30 PM)

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      Penelope Pengold. What a name to stick on a kid. With a name like that, I had every reason to rebel. However, my parents didn't provide that name, the government did. It was the last of a series of pseudonyms that I was assigned as we moved from place to place as a child. Immersed in the culture, I took a completely different path than most young girls. I learned self defense, advanced offensive tactics, and eventually, to kill... invisibly.

      You see, my father was in a black ops group for one of those infamous three letter organizations of our government. I’m still not quite which one. The way they work, it could’ve even been more than one. At least, when he disappeared and was presumed dead, he was. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. For this to make sense, I’ll try to keep to a reasonable facsimile of chronological order. Prior to my father’s involvement with the government, he'd been in special ops in at least two military organizations that I knew about. There may have been others, as he was pretty secretive about it, but even as a very young child, I knew something was up.

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      The Military Years

      In the early years, we lived on Army bases that were very well controlled, and stayed in base housing. Like other military families, we moved from one base to another as my father was reassigned to different units. At one point, he even changed services, and then we lived on Navy bases for a while. Given the environment on the typical military base, we had the support of other families, and the family support services whenever father was deployed. Unlike many other service members, his deployments tended to be relatively short, almost like they were TDY assignments. Where other fathers or mothers were gone for nine months or a year at a time, my father was usually gone a few weeks or a month, though at least once he was gone nearly a year. In between assignments, he worked out of a local office on base, though never really shared what his actual MOS or job title was. Whenever we asked, the response essentially was something like It’s a matter of national security. It’s better that you really not know the details. All we really knew was that he was part of Special Forces, and when we moved to our first Navy base, the Navy SEALs.

      When my father was home between deployments, he taught me the basics of self defense, and when I responded positively, taught me more, much more. It all began with providing me the basics I would need to escape if I was in what he called a ‘bad situation’, and progressed to defense tactics in case ‘run and hide’ wouldn't work or wasn't appropriate. Even with my first lessons in self defense, my father could see that I had an innate ability and genuine interest to learn. Not just self defense, but hand-to-hand offensive tactics as well. Even as a young child, I read extensively, and was intensely curious about what my father's career involved. His emphasis on self-defense and evasive tactics gave me the idea that his activities were much deeper than a typical member of the Special Forces.

      I was what most people would consider a natural when it came to learning. The ease with which I accepted and learned new techniques became well-known. It began with the self-defense training and ultimately, many years later, encompassed several martial arts disciplines as well as art, science and mathematics. I was always curious, even as a small child. Whenever I encountered something new, I needed to find out how it worked. It didn’t really matter whether it was something mechanical or a concept in mathematics or one of the sciences, I was driven to know.

      In the early days, living on military bases, there were a number of avenues to help satisfy someone with my curiosity. Besides the elements of any other small town, such as schools and libraries, there were also recreational activities that were available to dependents as well as servicemen and women. First preference was always for active-duty personnel, but there was plenty of off time available for dependents. As a result, I got involved with a number of different art classes, followed by hands on experience in what were then classed as ‘craft shops’. Each of these opened new avenues of interest for me to explore.

      I was bored to death with traditional schools, but managed to endure the classes by thinking about other things and exploring the libraries and craft shops outside of school hours. Usually, I attended regular, civilian schools near the bases, so my education was quite typical for anyone else in the American educational system. Not so for my after school activities. Though the common picture that a military base as an environment that is extremely well controlled has a modicum of truth, there are opportunities beyond those of the typical civilian environment, particularly when it comes to access to weapons and other controlled items. Though wasn’t called that at the time, I learned the techniques of social engineering at quite a young age, and was able to gain access to equipment, devices, and chemicals not normally allowed. This helped to rapidly advance my personal education in techniques and things that young girls are rarely exposed to. In particular, I was quite intrigued with the processes involved with firearms and explosives.  I just loved things that went bang.

      One particular benefit of being on and around military bases is the availability of firearms, ammunition and explosives. For someone like me, with enough curiosity, information and knowledge, it was an excellent place to learn and explore things that go bang. Despite the best intentions, the military environment does not have the absolute control over most items that everyone assumes. Overall, access controls are pretty good, but there are always kinks in the armor, so to speak; lapses of security or control procedures that, properly exploited, can be utilized quite handily. Even early on, a bit of social engineering could go a long way in getting access to things forbidden. So could an extensive knowledge of the operation of various locking systems. Security is primarily a people problem, not a facility problem. With the proper application of psychology, it is not difficult to get people to do your bidding, even to the point where they truly believe they are still doing ‘the right thing.’ Locks and physical barriers can be useful, but as they say, locks are made to keep honest people out. An individual with the proper skills can circumvent even supposedly unpickable locking systems. Usually, better locks only buy a little more delay in allowing access, not preventing it.

      Beyond the social and technical skills necessary to gain access to the devices and substances I desired, it was also important to act intelligently about the whole process. Rule one is to not get greedy. Once inside a facility, I would only remove what was necessary for my current explorations or experiments. For example, to test to the

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