“Yashiro, I’m Josh Turner and this is my father Eli. Over here are Maria Santiago and Samuel Caberra,” he said pointing to the pair seated next to them. “Those two fellows over there are Captain Saune and Private Gonzales from the Tenerife Guardia Civil. Some goons from Bishamon tried to kill them earlier and make it look like an accident. I think you owe us an explanation,” he stated emphatically.
“Have you ever heard of Scalar weaponry?” Yashiro asked as he rubbed his leg. It was sore from the fall he incurred as he was pulled into the lava pool.
“Can’t say I have,” Turner replied, taking a drink of water from the canteen.
“It is a weapon that comes from the study of Zero Point energy and—”
“Zero Point what?” Samuel interrupted with a confused look.
“Let me put it to you in simpler terms,” Yashiro said, seeing he had to keep it understandable for his listeners. “In the world of quantum mechanics, it was discovered many years ago that there is an energy source that exists all around us. All matter at the atomic level is surrounded by a vacuum in space-time, which is filled with particles of negative energy. It was discovered that this energy could be tapped and utilized as a free, never-ending supply of energy.”
“Free energy?” Turner asked, still somewhat confused. “There’s no such thing.”
“Yes there is, Josh,” Yashiro continued. “Free electromagnetic energy that can be harnessed for many uses. A man named E.T. Whittaker, back as early as 1903, introduced the theory of what we now call Scalar Interferometry. Not many people know this, but after World War II, the Russians used this theory to develop and actually test weapons of great power that they referred to as the science of energetics. They later found an unholy alliance with the AUM religious sect and the Yakuza organization of Japan. They proceeded to test these terrible weapons on a worldwide scale. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Yakuza took the technology back to Japan and continued for many years in an effort to refine the process and conduct testing.”
“You mean to say the Japanese government was involved in this?” Maria asked in surprise.
“No,” Yashiro answered. “The government of Japan had no knowledge. However, the Yakuza organization is deeply entrenched in the government and in large business corporations such as Bishamon, headed by Pencor and Osama. They work around the system to develop weapons of mass destruction so terrible that no one on the planet is safe. Funding is of no concern. Signs of testing have been evident for years on a worldwide scale without notice; the documented plasma fireballs over Australia and mysterious flashes of energy that appeared similar to nuclear detonations off the coast of Africa. You may recall reading of the unexplained sonic booms off the east coast of the United States back in the 1980s. They were the result of early testing by the Russians. In recent testing, they actually succeeded in creating earthquakes and tsunamis off the coast of the Philippines and New Guinea,” he said, stunning his silent audience.
“New Guinea?” Turner said in numb shock. “You mean to say a freak tsunami, which killed an associate of mine and almost killed me, could have been caused by these people?”
“If you saw an anomaly in the sky prior to the event, then yes. It was most likely them, Josh,” Yashiro said.
“But what does all this have to do with Bishamon being here on Tenerife?” Maria asked, seeing the stunned and angry look on Turner's face. “The Canary Islands are not a very strategic target for anyone.”
“I hate to interrupt,” Captain Saune said, picking up the lantern. “But I think we need to get moving before some of their friends come looking for them.” He motioned to the dead Yakuza soldiers lying across the chamber.
“I agree, Captain,” Turner said as he stood up, still stunned by the revelation of what could be the truth behind his nightmares. “If you are well enough to walk, Yashiro, you can fill us in with more details as we go.”
“I’m well enough to make it.” Yashiro then added, “But if we go back the way I came, it will only lead us to the access tunnel beneath the Bishamon complex. There are no other exits to this lava tube along that route. Can we make it out in the direction you came from?” he asked.
“No way, amigo-san. Your friends sealed the only other way out I’m afraid,” Samuel replied. He stood up and brushed the dirt from his pants and then added, “This explains why those guys tried to do us in. We were just a little bit too close to their operation for comfort.”
“They must be testing or developing weapons up there,” Eli added as the group began walking again on the route that led towards the Bishamon facility.
“It’s worse than that,” Yashiro said in response to Eli’s observation. “The Interferometer weapon is now in use and, if not stopped, will result in the complete devastation of the entire east coast of the United States in less than a day. We may be too late already.”
“What? How can that happen from Tenerife?” Turner asked, once again shocked by Yashiro’s revelation.
“Not from Tenerife, but rather from the island of La Palma,” Yashiro pointed out. “More precisely, it is the Cumbre Vieja’s volcanic ridge on La Palma. Scientists have proven that the volcano fractured across most of the ridge on its western flank in the 1949 eruption. It left a rock almost twenty kilometers long in a precarious position that will slide into the seas eventually. It’s not a matter of if, but when,” he said as the group rounded a sharp turn in the passageway and started on an upward track. “When the fault does finally release its hold and slide into the sea, a massive tsunami will form and strike the east coast some six hours later.
“My God,” Eli said in a hushed voice, “the entire eastern seaboard?”
“Yes,” Yashiro replied. “It will strike Boston, New York, and as far south as Miami, leaving a wake of destruction as far inland as twelve miles or more. Even South America and the Caribbean will not escape the wave, though it will be less destructive. The resulting flood and devastation will be massive, wreaking havoc on the western hemisphere’s economy and killing millions of people, who will fail to evacuate because there will be no warning.”
“How are they doing it?” Turner asked, now understanding the graveness of the situation as they walked on.
“The Bishamon complex has been exposing Cumbre Vieja’s magma chamber to the Scalar Interferometry weapon gradually, over a period of time, using exothermic electromagnetic waves,” he said. “The weapon has been designed to super heat the magma chamber, causing internal pressure to build up on the western fault of the volcano.”
“But how can they be sure it will happen as planned?” Turner asked.
“In simple terms, the Cumbre Vieja is like a layer cake on its side, with layers of solid basalt and sediment built up over millions of years. Between those layers, centuries of groundwater have been filling up between them with no way of dissipating, basically becoming a gigantic reservoir. Normally, without internal pressure, the fault holds by its sheer friction-force weight. However, by raising the water pressure on these huge reservoirs through massive heat generated in the magma chamber, it will lose its hold and simply slide off, similar to that of a snow avalanche. Swiss scientists have done many models and have come to the same conclusion,” he stated.
“Why haven't geologists noticed anything on their sensors?” Eli asked. “I know they monitor these islands.”
“Geologists in the region, who monitor the seismic activity, won't see any changes until it's too late. Pencor's people altered the ground sensors on La Palma.”
“How big would the tsunami be?” Samuel asked, as they passed a deep breakout fissure that dropped into the darkness below.
“The models done by scientists were based on a half-trillion ton of rock hitting the ocean in one massive slide,” Yashiro explained. “The initial wave height projected to leave the island would be massive; as high as a thousand feet or more, traveling at the speed of about six hundred miles per hour, spreading its mass throughout the Atlantic basin. Best estimates ha
ve put the wave height at one hundred fifty feet or higher when it reaches the Americas. It has happened before; the massive wave at Lituya Bay in Alaska in 1936, and actually witnessed in 1958. In both occurrences, the wave height washed out trees as high as four hundred fifty feet. Both waves were generated by huge landslides.”
“How does the Scalar weapon work and why hasn't anyone detected the EM waves you mentioned?” Turner asked.
“It’s difficult to explain. Simply put, a Scalar Potential Interferometry Weapon utilizes the space-time medium to emit longitudinal EM waves. They are purposely transmitted out of phase, and received at the target point by means of a computer-generated marker beacon. In this case, the marker beacon’s target is the Cumbre Vieja’s magma core. Since the EM waves travel in quantum space-time, there is no visible ray or detectable path source. The EM waves are transmitted and received instantaneously at its focal point. These zero vector EM waves, as they are also called, can literally pass through oceans and even the earth’s core, with no interference or conventional means to detect it.”
“And Pencor is behind this plot?” Eli asked incredulously.
“Yes, he and Yagato Osama are responsible for this mad scheme,” Yashiro said, anger rising in his voice. “They’re completely mad. Pencor plans to cripple the economy of the United States with the tsunami and then flood the world’s market with his Zero Point Generators.”
“Another Scalar weapon?” Turner inquired.
“No, they are a positive creation from the field of quantum energy,” he replied. “These devices could supply the world’s energy needs based on the free Zero Point energy from the vacuum theory. The ZPG, as it is called by some, is a transformer with a core of nano-crystalline material. This material interacts with a standard input field from a conventional permanent magnetic source, forming a flux field of output energy. This energy can be redirected back to power the unit itself, thus becoming a self-sustaining and free energy power source.”
“Why haven’t these ZPGs, as you call them, been developed by the industrial nations of the world before now, especially when oil production has been historically so costly to produce and such an unstable factor in world events?” Maria asked.
“There have been a few bold scientists in America that have taken the lead for years in the research and development of the ZPGs. All research was paid for out of their pockets, and their frequent request for research funding fell upon the deaf ears of your nation’s politicians,” Yashiro replied to Maria. “I have no doubt that the oil companies, with their lobbyists and deep pockets, hold quite a strangle hold on the politicians in Washington D.C. With so much to lose, they are willing to do anything to protect their profits and control of the world’s oil-based energy needs for as long as they can.”
“That sounds like our esteemed elected officials,” Eli said sarcastically. “They’re always willing to sell out their constituents for a buck, or a vote.”
“Pencor has managed to mass-produce the ZPGs from his port facility in Morocco, and stands ready to ship them at a moment’s notice. He has the means of totally realigning the face of the global powers and reaping vast profits. Oil becomes an irrelevant commodity if he is supplying the ZPGs,” Yashiro said.
“What about this Osama character? How does he fit in to Pencor’s plan?” Turner asked as they continued upward, entering a wide chamber filled with glistening stalactites.
“Yagato Osama, with his weapons and new found riches from his partnership with Pencor and the Zero Point Generators, will no doubt rise to power in Japan. His tentacles now reach into every corner of the government, and many who have opposed him have simply disappeared. With unlimited access and control of the ZPGs and the threat of the Scalar weapons, the two have the means to control the world’s power consumption, and the weapons at their disposal to eliminate any who stand in their way.” Yashiro stumbled on a rock and nearly fell down.
“Wow!” Samuel said in disbelief. “No wonder they wanted us dead.”
“That is why we must escape,” Yashiro responded to Samuel. “We must stop them.”
“You said this was going to happen soon?” Turner asked. “How much time do you think we have before he unleashes the mega-slide?”
“A day, at the very most, but I fear we may be down to hours,” Yashiro said pessimistically.
Captain Saune came up to the group from behind and asked, “What kind of resistance, in the way of guards or surveillance, can we expect when we get to the complex? We’re getting low on ammo.”
“They won’t be expecting us, especially if they think you are all dead. They most likely sent the tunnel guards after me and, hopefully, it will be empty when we get there,” Yashiro said with optimism in his voice. “There are no surveillance cameras in the tunnel itself, but there is one in proximity of the helicopter pad. My plan was to exit the tunnel, then scale the rock face up to the caldera’s rim using an old path. After that, I planned to flee down the parking lot access road in the cover of darkness. Unfortunately, returning guards from the pad spotted me so I had to come this way instead. That’s when I ran into you.”
“We’d be sitting ducks until we made the tree line,” Samuel said. “There’s not much in the way of cover and it’s going be light in a few hours.”
“We’ll have to worry about that when the time comes, Samuel,” Turner responded. He then asked, “How much ammunition do you have left, Captain Saune?”
“What’s left in the gun and a spare clip,” he replied.
“Not too many rounds left in mine either, amigo,” Samuel added sourly.
“I’m down to my last few as well, so we’d better use them sparingly,” Turner said.
“How far is it to the access beneath the Bishamon complex from here?” Maria asked Yashiro as she guided the group around a cluster of shimmering stalagmites that protruded from the tunnel floor.
“It shouldn’t be too far ahead,” Yashiro responded. “We’ll see the lights in the tunnel well before reaching it.”
“I take it you have another plan, amigo?” Samuel asked Turner, with light sarcasm in his voice.
“Piece of cake,” he responded, slapping his friend on the back. “Piece of cake.”
“Why doesn’t that make me feel all warm and fuzzy?” Samuel said warily as the assemblage pressed on to what lay ahead.
10
The control room of the Bishamon complex was a beehive of activity as the six remaining scientists hurried about, pulling printouts and entering data into the complex’s vast computer database. The armed guards posted about the complex control room made them all uneasy, but they continued their work, fearful of what would happen if they didn’t comply.
At a door on the far end of the control room, Robert Pencor and Yagato Osama entered, preceded by two burly looking guards. Lead scientist and associate to Osama, Fuyuki Seijun saw the pair enter the brightly lit control room and quickly walked over to greet them.
“Good evening, Oyabun,” Fuyuki said to Osama in Japanese, bowing politely.
“Please speak in English for the benefit of our guest,” Osama said to the scientist, bowing slightly in return.
“My apologies, sir. Good evening, Mr. Pencor. I trust you are well,” Fuyuki said in broken English as one of the other scientists approached holding a clipboard in his hand.
“Here are the latest data and seismic reports, Dr. Seijun,” the stocky scientist said as he handed the clipboard to his superior.
“What is your current progress on the Scalar weapon?” Pencor asked curtly, cutting through the pleasantries and irritating Fuyuki.
“We are mere hours from completion, Mr. Pencor,” the scientist said, failing to hide his disdain for the American. “Our sensors on La Palma indicate that ground temperatures have increased exponentially for the last five days, increasing the static pressure on Cumbre Vieja’s fault line. With the slow build-up in pressure, seismic activity has been minimal, and reports of unusual activity by the locals living on the is
land have been few,” he stated proudly. “Our spotters on La Palma are reporting the appearance of new steam vents on the ridge line, which could be a problem if looked into, but the geological survey team is not expected to do their annual survey for another month.”
“And what about the report of a film crew that showed up last week?” Osama asked as the three men strolled over to the nearest computer console.
“A slight annoyance,” Fuyuki said, waving his hand in dismissal. “Just a National Geographic film crew doing a television documentary on the slight possibility of a land slide causing a tsunami,” he replied with a grin. “We’re keeping an eye on their activity.”
“They are going to have quite a documentary to televise when we are finished,” Osama said, breaking into laughter at the irony.
“Are you confident in your projections, Seijun?” Pencor asked, not amused at the display of joviality.
“Robert,” Osama said, “I trust Fuyuki’s work emphatically. He has been working on our Scalar projects since the days we were associated with our Russian friends in the KGB. He was instrumental in the first plasma ball testing that exploded over Perth, Australia, and many other events that have ensued through the years.”
“Thank you, Oyabun,” Fuyuki said proudly. He coldly eyed Pencor, who had the audacity to question his work. “I have complete faith in my projection. After the Scalar Interferometer adjustments are made within the hour, the final phase will be totally automated. In approximately twelve hours, one last EM oscillation burst will force the rupture in the fault.”
“Can it be done sooner?” Pencor asked, purposely avoiding looking at the scientist as he stared at the computer screen that showed the oscillating EM waves and their current power levels.
“No, it must be done in conjunction with the ambient temperature levels in the magma core reaching the desired zenith. If we were to initiate the final EM wave burst prematurely, we could cause an explosive eruption within the magma chamber whereby the fault line could feasibly collapse. Basically, an implosion would occur and the weak western flank on Cumbre Vieja would collapse in on itself rather than slide towards the sea. This is a precise science, Mr. Pencor, and, as I’m sure you are aware, an unstable one at that,” he said, with the slight barb directed at the American.
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