PROJECT 43432

by Sokrahnaluth TV

  “The old factory? You remember what happened in the past there? I have a bad feeling about this. Who told you for the meeting?”

  “Heops, he organized it with Adonis.”

  “Ok, I hope my feeling is just a false one.”

  “I brought you some magazines. It says here about the attempt to hack the police station's database. I also heard about Azmo. He is still very active and is after us. We have to be very careful.”

  “Don't worry, everything that needs to happen will happen, and it will be in complete synchrony with our goal. It is something necessary to go through, and accept full responsibility for it. Is your meditation getting better?”

  “Yes, it helps me visualize every detail of the plan. Can you imagine if we succeed? It could become a revolution.”

  “I hope for the best. We have cracked the passwords and user names for full access of the connection lines of the whole city. We can also listen in on any telephone line, which is a good start.”

  “You know what you do. I believe everything is and will be ok.”

  They hugged each other and started walking. Both knew that what they were going to do was very dangerous and risky. If successful, the whole world would change. It was a feeling that could not be compared to any other. They have understood their purpose in this life.

  CHAPTER 5

  The Gift

  It was Sunday, a very special day for Alan and for the “rebels.” The meeting was going to take place at the old factory where couple of years ago the police has captured most of the attendees. Azmo has been involved with the police since the day he disclosed everything he knew about the “warriors.” He was involved in every operation, as long as it was connected with them. Alan was worried that today something similar could happen. Nevertheless, he was ready to go. He himself was not to be underestimated. He was practicing Wing Tsun for fifteen years and despite his health condition, was not an easy prey for even three or four people. Anika was also attending a secret martial arts course, which was mandatory for all members of the “warriors.” They were very hard to catch and a very dangerous opponent that hardly could be stopped. It was 1 p.m. and the visiting time had already started. There were many people as usual, presents, laughs, and chatting. Alan saw Mike and pulled him aside.

  “Mike, I have something for you. Please follow me.” He followed Alan to his room. Anika was standing there by the window.

  “Mike, I have brought you something that I would like you to have,” he took out a little box and handed it to Mike. “This is a small gift from me. Inside it, you will find a mini disk. There is a folder with information on it and important software, which you will need in the future.”

  Anika continued:

  “We have another gift for you and Maria,” she took out two mobile phones and handed them to him. “They are connected to a private satellite, which will allow you to receive and send information from every part of the world, and no one could track or listen to your conversations. You will need it in case of an emergency.”

  Alan added:

  “I think this is the time for me to tell you why I gave you the book and now these gadgets. There is something, which you need to know. Anika and I are members of a secret society that is working mainly underground with no publicity.”

  Mike interrupted:

  “I heard about the secret societies, but I didn't know that you guys were members of one. Are you really…?”

  “We have different plans and tasks but mainly our aim is to help other people realize their own potential, to find out their own place in the world and create a better “now” for the next generation. I will not lie to you. It is very dangerous and risky to be one of us. We see a big potential in you as a person and would like you to join us. We cannot tell you more now. Before we proceed, I want you to let me know if you want to take part in that. Take as much time as you need. The decision is yours.”

  “I would be proud to be a part of that organization and to have the chance to help other people and to work with you!” Mike replied without hesitation.

  “It is decided then. Tonight Anika will take you with her car to a special place where a meeting will be held. I will be attending it too, but will arrive a little late. At 10 p.m., Anika will pick you up from your house. And Mike… everything we discuss from now on must not be shared with anyone.”

  “Of course. I will be ready at 10 p.m.”

  Mike was working for the world's telephone corporation called “Bright Future.” It was providing telephone and internet services to the whole world, with offices in every major city all over the globe. Everyone who was familiar with the history of that organization knew that it was involved together with the “Company” in traffic of weapons, drugs, conducting illegal genetic experiments on prisoners and homeless people, donors, brain studies and many others. Mike had access to some of the information, which could gain him an access to secret information they needed, to track different people and find addresses.

  “Mike, you can go home and study the information from the disk. Be ready at 10 p.m. tonight. Anika will pick you up.”

  “I will be waiting.”

  Mike took his bag where he put the disk and the phones, quickly said bye to everyone excusing himself that he had an important appointment, and went straight to his home. Alan and Anika were hoping that this was the right person for the job. Knowing him for quite some time, he seemed to be ideal for what they wanted to accomplish. They left the others and went outside to relax and enjoy the weather. After a couple of seconds, Chris's daughter Maria came to them:

  “Thank you very much for the gift Alan.”

  “It's a pleasure for me Maria. I would recommend that you go to your brother later today. He will explain how to use it.”

  “I sure will. Thank you again.”

  CHAPTER 6

  The Meeting

  It was ten minutes to ten. Anika was waiting for Mike in front of his house. The weather was not good. It was drizzling with little fog, which has enveloped the whole city. The streets were empty. These days it wasn't safe to be outside alone, during the night hours. Many gangs were active especially at this time of the day. Mike came down and saw Anika sitting in a black car. It was one of those old school American muscle cars with a long bonnet, keeping underneath a powerful engine, with two exhaust pipes, circle rear view mirrors, wide wheels, and in front, the headlights were hidden behind a grill, stretching wide from one side to the other. She opened the right door for him to enter.

  “Get in!”

  As soon as she said that, Anika noticed that two masked men came from behind the house and grabbed Mike. They were medium height with black leather clothes, and for her it looked like they were from one of the gangs operating in that area. With a strong hit on Mike's back, one of the men forced him to kneel on the ground. Anika got out of the car quickly, jumped over the bonnet and stood in front of the robbers.

  “Let him go,” she said with full conviction and firm voice, looking straight into the eyes of the one who was not holding Mike.

  “Or what?” both men replied.

  The one closer to Anika slowly started walking towards her. She noticed that he had a long knife strapped on the outer side of his right leg. The drizzle became rain. Raindrops were falling on their faces, as they were looking in each other's eyes. The pressure was turning in to a deep rhythmic sound produced by the vibrations coming from both. He was getting closer to her and slowly started reaching for his knife. The hand was slowly getting closer to the weapon, the rhythm was increasing and heavy slow base was surrounding the scene, mixed with dense underground melody, echoing deep in the minds of the two fighters. When the blade was pulled, strong metallic sound penetrated the surrounding atmosphere, slicing every tension that was pressuring the scene. The attacker continued walking towards her, pointing with his knife at her face. The rain was getting heavy on them. Every drop that was hitting the blade was adding additional vibration, turning the base melody in to som
ething more than just music, creating almost inaudible sound, echoing through the rain falling down. The man's hand was strongly holding the knife, slowly shaking, but firmly straightened upwards. His heart was beating strong. He quickly looked back to see if his friend was holding Mike. With the turn of his head, he already lost the battle. The momentum has changed and the slow deep vibrational music turned in to huge orchestral music. At that moment, Anika made her move. She quickly stepped forward, making a lock on the hand holding the knife, forcing him to drop it, then moved her left leg back, while with the other hand grabbed him for the neck. Anika's vibrational emotion was standing strong as a choir strongly singing, adding an epic mood to the already tuned vibrational music. She bended a little bit her legs to charge herself, and pulled the man to the car crushing him on the bonnet. The hit was accompanied with enormous emotional power making the choir increase its speed. As soon as he hit the hood with his head, she reached with her right hand to her back, took out a little gun, and pushed it to his throat, making sure she was keeping the lock on his right hand. The other guy, witnessing that, left Mike and was ready to fight back. Right then they heard a loud siren from police cars. The man who released Mike ran away immediately, leaving his friend. Anika threw the man on the ground, grabbed Mike and both drove off as quickly as possible. Slow rhythmic base vibrational sound was closing this scene, calming the vibrations produced by the humans involved in this action. On their way, they intercepted the police cars rushing to the crime scene.

  “That was close,” Anika said.

  “I don't understand… the police? How do they know about it? By the way, thanks for saving me back there. What you did was incredible. I wish I could do the same.”

  “In these days, you must know how to defend yourself. Now, clear your head and don't think about it. I wanted to explain you briefly how the mobile phones we gave you work.”

  Mike still confused made a positive gesture for her to continue.

  “These devices are not exactly mobile phones. Their main purpose is to send and receive encrypted messages through our satellite. Our organization sent it some twenty years ago. They allowed our people to send secret messages that could not be intercepted by the people who were chasing them. The manual is in the disk, read it as soon as you can. You must know how it works.”

  “Ok, thanks, but how do you have access to all that?”

  “The military scientists have been always designing new technology, which they do not make public. You just have no idea what technology have been manufactured. We have our own men designing and inventing new weapons and machines for us, however we are not many. You also have to be aware of the transmitters and the humanoids. Transmitters can influence your decisions and confuse your mind. They are everywhere and the population is not aware that the headaches they have most of the time is a result of them. They interfere with your brain waves, making you confused, and disorientated. At the beginning it was just a temporary experiment to see if this will have an influence on the people, but soon they realized that this might as well be made permanent, giving them slight control over the population. The humanoids are hybrids. The DNA structure and its nature have been an important subject of the “Company” and they began experimenting with it a long time ago. We are aware that they had different projects for creating a humanoid who would look just like us, but much stronger, with extra sensory abilities. Their scientists started switching different DNA chains and modifying them by changing the sequence of the four organic bases. They finally succeeded creating the perfect man. All this was a part of a project, which was going to create the perfect race and most of us were going to be enslaved. These new creatures are ruthless, without human emotions. They called this race “Dorg.” As the project succeeded, the government decided to give a green light to a second project called “Megor.” That is how they named the second race they created. No one has seen them, only rumors were spread that they were the guards of the “Underground King.” Some say his name is Erion. I will tell you about him later. We are almost there. And remember, do not speak, do not ask questions, just stay next to us.”

  They were slowly approaching the old factory, which was built entirely from bricks. Their car was slowly moving, close to the walls of this immense structure. Mike looked through the windshield and saw a huge chimney soaring into the sky. It was dark and on its background, the factory looked rather scary. In fact, it had four chimneys and each of them was in a hexagon shape, around thirty meters tall. To Mike, it was similar to an ancient castle from medieval times. Strangely, there was a phone booth next to one of the big walls, which was seemingly not operational by the look of it. The metallic phone inside was crushed and the headphone was hanging on a wire. Only one side of the booth had glass, the rest was probably broken long time ago. They reached the main gate, which was already open. On both sides were two oval structures looking like little towers, a bit wider at the bottom and at the top. Anika drove inside. Mike noticed the gates were huge, made of dark heavy wood as steel bands were enclosing the beams together. They stopped in front of a heavy metal door guarded by two huge men. They got off and slowly started walking towards them. Soft wind, mixed with mizzle was touching their faces. Mike felt his body's movements so clear. As if, he was making a conscious effort to move every single part of it. The sound when his shoes were touching the ground was so distinct, that he thought something must have been happening to him. Anika was walking in front. She stood next to one of the guards and spoke in an unknown language for Mike. After a few seconds, they let them in. Inside they passed a little lobby after which Mike curiously asked:

  “Anika, these men looked very strange to me, they were somehow different…”

  “Yes, they were Dorgs. I didn't tell you that some of them tried to escape from the “Company“, and those who survived joined us. These creatures are not only killers, but also very loyal and would die to protect the person they guard. Alan has a Dorg with him most of the time when he is attending these meetings.”

  “I feel like I am in a dream, all those things happening, and those … beings. I feel I have lived a much—closed life by now. There are so many things to be discovered and so much is going on that the general people have no idea of.”

  “Yes, that's true. Follow me!”

  They were walking through a labyrinth of many different corridors. It seemed to Mike that these places were built long time ago and have been used over the centuries by many different people. There were lights on every couple of meters, making the walking inside “enjoyable.” There were huge men standing on some of the corners, dressed in black, making sure the place was safe. Soon they reached a huge steel door, which was guarded by four of these men. Anika spoke to one of them and shortly after, he came close to Mike. To his surprise, the Dorg was trying to sniff him. He nodded that everything was ok and let them in. Mike felt as if he was somehow a prey for a hungry predator. As soon as they entered, he stood on one place, staring at everyone and everything. He has never seen in his life such a bizarre place with so many strange people. Dressed oddly, they felt out of this world for him. He thought for a second that this was not the right place for him and all this was a big mistake. The whole atmosphere there was different. Some kind of a foreign energy was in that area. For Mike, these people were not people at all. They were moving differently as if they were in their own Universe. He remembered what Alan was once saying: “people with powerful energy bodies radiate strong force, unnoticeable, yet everyone around them can feel it.” In addition, when they stay together, the air around them became saturated, with invisible sense of attitude. The hall they were in was enormous. The ceiling looked like a dome and seen from underneath, one could spot the secret sign of the group painted on it: a circle. He saw many unusual objects in different shapes, many advanced devices, which he used to see only in the movies. The huge hall was carefully prepared for the meeting. A big stage from where the people were going to talk was at the end. On that platform, there
was something, he has never seen before. Equipment that looked like a huge notice board only that the paper was missing and inside was nothing, just an empty elegant slim frame. There were steps on both sides of the podium, and in front of it many chairs. Attached to those chairs was the same equipment, which was on the stage, but in a smaller version. Huge torches were placed in every corner of the hall. As Mike was observing the situation, he completely forgot that he had to stay with Anika, and soon noticed that she was nowhere around him. Coming from his back, a strange man approached him with a soft voice:

  “I have never seen you before? Are you new?”

  “Ahh,” he did not know what to say so he improvised:

  “I have never seen you too.”

  “Do you know who will speak tonight? Is Adonis here?”

  Mike had never heard that name before and obviously, this man was testing him. He tried to escape from the situation by giving a look of a confident young man knowing what he was doing. After all, fake it until you make it.

  “Perhaps you should ask someone else, now if you excuse me, I need to talk with someone,” looking confident, he left the man, desperately trying to spot Anika in the crowd.

  Mike was looking for her, but she was nowhere around. Finally, he saw Anika and even better, Alan was with her.

  “Mike, we've been looking for you,” Alan was worried.

  “I was trying to find you too. One man just asked me a question but I left without telling him anything.”

  “Who was that man Mike?”

  “I don't know, he was looking quite strange… as most of the people here. He was wearing black clothes and had a tattoo on his left hand, which finished at his little finger. This is what I remember. He asked me If Adonis was going to speak today, but I didn't answer, just excused myself, and tried to find you.”