by Paul Teague
The Secret Bunker 3
Regeneration
Paul Teague
Contents
Introduction
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Author Notes
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About the Author
Introduction
This trilogy of books was inspired by a family visit to Scotland’s Secret Bunker which is located at Troywood in Fife, Scotland, UK, however, it is entirely fictional.
If you get the chance, please visit to the real ‘Secret Bunker’ it’s an amazing place!
This book has been fully revised and updated to mark the 25th anniversary of Scotland’s Secret Bunker being open to the public.
You can find out more about the bunker at https://www.secretbunker.co.uk/
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Sci-Fi Starter Book - Phase 6
The Secret Bunker Trilogy
Book 1 - Darkness Falls
Books 2 - The Four Quadrants
Books 3 - Regeneration
The Grid Trilogy
Book 1 - Fall of Justice
Book 2 - Quest for Vengeance
Book 3 - Catharsis
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Don’t Tell Meg Trilogy
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Book 2 - The Murder Place
Book 3 - The Forgotten Children
Prologue
Nemesis
* * *
The severed hand flew across the wet, dark mine shaft leaving a streak of blood on the rocky floor where it came to rest at the feet of the protesting miners. As the sword had struck his wrist, he’d stifled a scream, instantly burying the horror and pain of what was happening for fear of losing his head as well.
This was the Helyion way. They were used to terror. But the miners had also been present at a defining moment in their planet’s history.
They were angry about the long hours they were being forced to work deep underground. The planet was dying, mineral resources severely depleted and their people at risk of extinction. Of course they realized it was paramount to increase output and endure extended shift times to create the materials that would help to progress off-world exploration. Humanity’s one hope lay among the planets beyond Helyios 4, the entire population understood that. But a young commander, hungry for success, had taken things too far. He’d seen opportunity in the present crisis, a chance to rise above his humble beginnings living in poverty with a father too drunk to work. His perfectly honed sense of timing and strategy had told him that in this potential disaster lay the chance to make a name for himself. The Helyion Congress required raw materials and they didn’t want to wait. They made the right noises about looking after the interests of their people and wanting the best outcomes for them, but they also knew the stark truth. This planet would soon be dead. The end might come within this or the next generation. So, although it was crucial to maintain consensus and discipline, there was also work to be done.
When the young Helyion had taken charge of the most important mine in the sector – after a mysterious and unfortunate accident resulting in the sudden death of his predecessor – productivity had soared. He’d immediately come to the attention of the most senior members of the Helyion Congress. Here was a commander, finally, who understood the need for results. Fast results, at any cost.
When his team of miners had protested about working practices and safety issues, he’d had two choices. Either he could listen to their concerns, show them he’d taken them into account and would make the changes that they were requesting. Or, with a sudden outburst of fury and violence, he could forever quash any further challenges to his authority, in an instant showing the decisiveness and leadership qualities that would cause this particular Helyion to soar rapidly through the ranks of commanders.
So, the young Zadra Nurmeen sliced off the hand of the protesting miner, thus securing total dominance over the workers under his cruel leadership. The sudden, ruthless swipe of his weapon, drawn rapidly from a concealed sheath slung across his back, secured his meteoric rise through the Helyion ranks.
He would eventually become a feared and influential leader, yet always he would carry that weapon hidden on his person. It was the same sword that many years later would be violently swung at the neck of a young human called Dan Tracy in the final moments which would define the fate of another planet called Earth.
* * *
Deal
* * *
The deal was done – it was sealed by a handshake. They had been disowned by the leaders who had once celebrated their wisdom. Both harboured grudges against the very people who had previously been their friends and colleagues. Deep inside, they incubated a contempt of humanity, an unstoppable urge to destroy and dominate.
There were many buyers interested in the planet known as Earth. As it was, inhabited by a vast array of different species, it was untouchable under interplanetary laws. But if the terraforming went wrong, if the planet were to die?
Well, that would be another story.
* * *
The Queen
* * *
The troopers worked as one, controlled by the Queen. She was all powerful, they never thought to question her commands. They would receive their instructions via the black devices buried within their necks.
They had been culled from humanity, the finest physical specimens enhanced by incredible technology. All answerable to their Queen, who was part of this unholy trinity. But nobody knew who she was. She was able to control this dangerous army with complete anonymity. And so it would remain until the final battle.
* * *
Launch
* * *
He took a deep breath as he carefully keyed in the coordinates sketched out on his console. He had been here before, where life and death were precariously balanced on a knife-edge and brave decisions and terrible risks had to be taken to preserve lives.
But who knew how things would play out if these missiles reached their targets?
He confirmed the coordinates and it was done.
Deep beneath the Black Sea, fifty submarine drones were armed in an instant. Each one carried a massive nuclear payload. Within the hour they would reach their final destination.
* * *
Birth
* * *
The twins were beautiful. They looked exactly like the doctor said they would. The human genes were dominant – they would blend in seamlessly on this planet. They would remain undetected, able to live a normal life. Each was perfectly formed, a boy and a girl.
But she would be compelled to abandon her children on Earth and trust the humans to show them the kindness they had offered to herself and her husband. She had to return to her own planet to face trial by the elders. She had committed the ultimate crime. She had revealed to the humans that there was life elsewhere among the stars.
Chapter One
Three Hours
* * *
Everybody looked shocked as Xiang delivered the devastating news about our imminent genetic destruction. We had three hours to live … three hours to fix this thing or die at the hands of a deadly nanovirus.
We were all desperately con
cerned about James, and for a short time we were at a loss as to which problem to concentrate on. Nat was the first to break the silence. When we were parted by the accident I’m certain neither of us knew language like she was using now. In fact, I’m sure she used a few words that I still don’t know as she described her hatred of Doctor Pierce.
Not for the first time that day I felt calm and level-headed in the face of extreme stress. I broke into Nat’s tirade.
‘So we need to move fast. How will this nano thing work when it kicks in, Xiang?’
Nat stopped her ranting. She was obviously angry and frustrated, but like me she was also focused on how we could stop this genetic sabotage.
‘I feel fine at the moment,’ she said, embarrassed by her outburst as she realized everybody had been watching her tantrum.
‘How come I seem to be more advanced than Dan in the viral process, Xiang?’ she added, mastering her temper at last.
That was a good question and I felt exactly the same way. I hadn’t felt so healthy in years.
Xiang pressed a few keys on her E-Pad and a graphic appeared on the main screen in the briefing room. After the relief of Dad’s good news about the drones, the atmosphere was tense once again. There were two graphical images of bodies – me and Nat, I guessed. Xiang talked us through the science bit. The technical words sounded like ‘blah, blah, blah’ to me, but I got the gist. Essentially our bodies were like two boilers. When they both reached full pressure, they’d explode. Only there was no gas involved here, it was a genetic process. And the two boilers in question were me and Nat. We’d continue to function until we both hit that critical mass. One boiler wouldn’t explode before the other. When the process was complete in both of us ... boom! Except there wouldn’t be an explosion. Nat and I would just die. The process would effectively mean that we’d cancel each other out, we would devour each other – genetically speaking. What a reunion!
Xiang sent the data to our comms tabs so we could monitor the process of genetic breakdown and the time we had left. Nat was at 66.5 percent in the process, I was at 35 percent. That wasn’t comforting me. She had monitored and simulated the speed of the viral process via nano-trackers inserted into our bloodstreams during the earlier tests. So far she thought we had three hours and two minutes before we both reached the 100 percent stage. That would be the end for both of us. To think that the first time I’d ever get to a 100 percent score would also be the last time it ever happened. Darn! Typical Dan Tracy luck.
The counter showing the time remaining kept fluctuating on my comms tab – at times it was as low as two hours and forty-nine minutes. It was a bit like the gauge on a car dashboard projecting how many miles were left until you ran out of fuel, but constantly varying dependent on your speed.
‘What accelerates or slows down the process, Xiang? Any idea?’ asked Dad.
‘I’m not sure yet,’ she replied. She was winging all of this like the rest of us. ‘With your permission, Dan and Nat, I want to re-route your vital signs via your comms tabs so I can figure out what makes the process speed up. If we can isolate those factors, we may be able to buy you more time.’
Mum stepped in. She’d been quiet since we lost contact with James, but she was obviously thinking things through, coming to terms with recent events in her own way. Simon was trying to find out what had happened to James. We were still waiting to get a full update after the mast was blown up outside, and the teams in the control room were frantically trying to piece it together from whatever information they could access. Mum began to speak. She was controlled, but angry.
‘Now the drones have been stopped, we need to go on the offensive against Quadrant 1. We’re just sitting ducks here.’ There were nods around the table. ‘The primary problem is Kate and those troops of hers. If we go on the offensive and manage to stop them we can solve most of our problems.’
Viktor was the outsider here. He’d only just been introduced to this group of ours, and he’d been biding his time, weighing up the room and picking his moment to speak. He seemed to have been waiting for the words ‘go on the offensive’. He stood up to get our attention as he spoke.
‘We have access to nuclear devices,’ he said gravely. ‘If we need to, we can blow them out of the ground, like they tried to do to us.’
The mood in the room changed suddenly. It dawned on all of us that we were talking about some big concepts here. One minute you’re on a day trip, the next you’re deciding where to fire the nukes. I hadn’t even had time to buy anything from the gift shop.
Magnus spoke. He didn’t like this at all. The tension in the room was increasing – this ramshackle government of ours couldn’t agree on the way ahead. It didn’t matter anyway, because as the conversations started to heat up and everybody tried to have their say at once there was a deep, menacing rumble throughout the entire bunker. It was sustained and thunderous, more threatening than the drones that had been firing at us before.
The room was silenced. We looked at each other. The fear on everybody’s faces told the whole story. Nat and I may not have to worry about the next three hours, it was what was happening right now that might kill us.
* * *
Undetected
* * *
Kate was severely disorientated. She’d been conscious through everything that had gone on in the bunker so far. As with Amy and James, the device implanted in her neck worked at a subtle level. It controlled her actions, emotions and words but didn’t disable her memories or awareness. It was if she’d suddenly awoken from a dream and was having to realign her sense of reality, working through what was part of the dream and what was real.
All around her were bunker staff who were experiencing the same sensations. Like Kate, they’d had the neuronic devices implanted prior to this mission. When James destroyed the mobile mast above them the sabotaged signals had been terminated and they were all left in a similar state of confusion.
Standing around the control room, like a threatening invading force, were the troopers, armed, deadly, and on a mission to destroy the planet. Kate made her decision in an instant. This was the same decisiveness that had resulted in her standing out to Doctor Pierce all those years ago in the simulation exercise. It’s why she was here in this bunker now – because of the kind of person she was.
Kate knew she’d have a very short time between regaining her full consciousness and the troopers – or Doctor Pierce – realizing that the bunker staff were no longer under their control. She couldn’t save everybody here, but she could get out herself and maybe give the people in the only unoccupied Quadrant a head start in fighting back. If she could make contact with the other Quadrants, the intelligence she could give them might put right some of the damage she’d unleashed under the control of the neural implant.
She used a distraction strategy. Data was streaming in about the explosion close to the cottage above ground. She shouted orders at the troopers and immediately they moved to start investigating what had happened. Of course, they’d find out that James had just blown up the mobile mast which controlled the bunker staff, but Kate would be gone by then.
Having busied the troopers, she walked up to her deputy and whispered in his ear.
‘You’re in charge, Alan. Make sure you protect the bunker staff when they realize what’s going on.’
He nodded.
‘I’m leaving you now, but I’ll be back … just make sure that you keep these people alive!’
* * *
Trapped
* * *
‘James!’ shouted Simon via his comms tab. ‘James, are you okay?’
Simon couldn’t be sure if his friend been caught by the blast from the explosion or if the sound of weapon fire meant that the troopers had wounded or even killed him. Stuck near the blast doors, he had to find out what had happened. He couldn’t go outside, but he could wait for the troopers to re-enter the bunker, possibly with James apprehended. He needed to take the initiative and find out what was going on
.
He still had basic clearance in the bunker. He needed to head to the control room, this is where the data would be flowing in about the explosion – and the fate of James. He made his way along the corridor, bowing his head as he passed cameras and troopers. They were all over the place, swarming like ants. Knowing what he knew about Genesis 2, they had to be a product of the Global Consortium. Simon had never seen anything like this before. This was definitely not his access level.
Making his way down towards the control room, the elevator stopped on Level 2. Simon dipped his head, ready to avoid eye contact. Someone stepped into the elevator. It couldn’t have been worse. He was trapped in there with Kate. She was looking directly at him. And she’d recognized him immediately.
Chapter Two
Host
* * *
The Queen was not among her soldiers, she was many hundreds of thousands of kilometres away, alone in space, connected to a vast array of computers, alongside hundreds of screens and panels. Electrodes were attached to her entire body and wires ran to and from her skull, directly connecting to different parts of her brain. She did not seem to be awake, yet her eyes were open. She had the appearance of being in the middle of a troubling dream, she was restless and agitated.