CONTROLCOPY SUMMARY

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Arvan Chilton was a model agent for the Group. From 1991 to 2001, he used his position in Customs and Border Protection to assist, and when it came down to it, engage the forces of the unnatural. In 2001, after a brief mental breakdown, subsequent divorce and treatment at a psychiatric facility, Chilton retired with pension to Ocean City, New Jersey at the age of 49. There he set about a new life. He got a job at a Starbucks. Volunteered at the local library, and generally seemed to go about his business as if his ten years of service against the darkness had never happened.
    Arvan was lucky. The timing of his illness safely removed him from the ongoing MAJESTIC/Delta Green war that was quietly raging. In the end, except for an electronic “tag” on his name and ID, Arvan was forgotten. And he might have remained that way…
    On March 21, 2016, that all changed. His ex-wife, Eileen was preparing to sell the house they once shared in Newark, New Jersey. While cleaning out the garage she found Arvan’s old footlocker. The two had been amicable for years, and she drove down and dropped it off, gave Arvan a hug, and went on her way.
    Five days later she was dead. Her new husband, Marcus McCarty was dead. A special agent now in the employ of the ATF who once worked with Arvan at the port of Newark, Daniel M. White, was dead. A clerk at a local gas station was dead. And a string of similar homicides spread in a track across the northeastern seaboard of the United States; all beginning in Ocean City, New Jersey. Arvan’s disappearance was noted, and from there, flagged and run up to the Delta Green Special Access Program.
    That is where the Agents come in. Their orders:
 -Locate Arvan Chilton.

-Determine if he is the source of the threat.

 -Remove the threat.

 -Recover any evidence. 

 -Make this crime look conventional.

TRUTH

In 2001, Arvan Chilton confronted a cult that called itself the Steel Hill Home, and privately, the Followers of the New Flesh. This group, focused around an occultist named Jan Weever, purported to have gained control over the biological processes of the body through meditation, ritual and incantation—all based on a chant recovered from a handwritten diary of a 19th century doctor known as Michael Thornton.
    This chant was the cult’s greatest secret.
    Weever claimed that Thornton had broken an ancient code which could make, and change, men. When he found the diary, Weever was a drifter. But soon, and only for a brief time in the early 1990s, he was a rich, religious figure in southern New Jersey with a following of about a dozen individuals (most suffering from some sort of fatal illness) who all called his house—Steel Hill—home. Finally, he was a wanted felon who was killed in 1997 by State Police officers in New Mexico while on the run for tax evasion, and last, it was revealed, for a double murder of a married couple years before.
    The truth is, Weever’s chant worked. In a way. This chant, called the Mag-Dhol-Tha—the “Testament of New Flesh”, could alter the appearance of the operator, dependent on how many stanzas they knew. Each stanza gained allowed further transformations. The first allowed the operator to look as a perfect version of their own appearance. The last, as nearly anything. It changed nothing biological (though it could appear to), but it could transform anyone into nearly anything of approximate size. Those who gathered to Weever looking for a cure, found a cosmetic one. They would appear better, but the illness which wormed through them continued to do its work, unabated. For most, the appearance of health was enough. Many believed that they had been cured.
    Weever exploited this power as a dictator. He kept a harem of women and boys for his sexual gratification. He stripped followers of money and belongings, and sent his disciples out to steal various books and items from the world for his further study. He never, however, paid his taxes. He came to the attention of the IRS in 1998 after it was reported he had purchased a second house in the area in cash. When the IRS investigation began to heat up, and became intermingled in the investigation of the disappearance of Harriet and Arthur Shym—onetime followers of Weever—Weever fled.
    He was spotted at a border crossing from Mexico to New Mexico on camera. And later, located at a motel. A car chase ensued, and Weever was shot when attempting to draw a weapon on a state police officer. Arvan Chilton and his partner, Daniel M. White—under orders from Delta Green—were among the men who put Weever down. A state police officer named Richard Harris was brought in the fold as a Friendly, due to the horrific things he saw that night.
     Harriet and Arthur Shym were found in a grave on the Steel Hill estate. Various members of the group were convicted and incarcerated. The home and all its belongings were auctioned. And the case fell into the void.
    Except for Thornton’s diary. That was recovered by Arvan Chilton, and locked, forgotten in his footlocker. Until 2016, when a beaten down, world weary Chilton found the book again, and remembered, and tried the first incantation.
    Soon after, he was addicted to the New Flesh and completely, irretrievably insane.