Synarchy Book 1: The Awakening
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Vasco arched a brow. “Generate negative energy?”
Lucien grinned, so did Simone. She said, “We’ll come back to that. The plan to actually strip away rights and imprison us all has been on record for sometime. It’s called Rex-84, which stands for Readiness Exercise 1984. It was passed off as something to have just in case of a massive a flood of illegal immigrants. Really its there in preparation for a rebellious uprising, that might occur say, if they get away with forming the NAU. If it were to happen, FEMA arms and controls the camps, and a presidential signature invokes Martial Law and the death of constitution. But Americans have been slowly losing their rights for years now.”
“It’s worse in Britain,” Lucien added.
Simone nodded in agreement. “There are two sub operations under it, Garden Plot, which deals with population control, and Cable Splicer, which is the plan to take over the state and local governments with military personnel during the transition.”
Vasco whistled low under his breath. “That’s actually a decently scary thought.”
“Understatement,” Lucien said, picking up his half empty glass.
“Tell me about the Ascension we’re allowing,” Vasco said.
Simone motioned her head at Lucien who picked up his own notepad, which wasn’t nearly as organized as his sister’s, but he could read from it. “You’ll love this. Humans are Gods and Co-Creators of the universe.” He had to shake his head a little every time he read it. It was nuts, but so was lying between two pyramids and remembering your past lives. “I don’t really understand a lot of the details on this but, all that crazy metaphysical talk about multiple dimensions and the universe as a mind, and all being one, it’s all correct. Atlantis was actually a planet once, now it’s the asteroid belt. That’s what happens when a planet goes boom, a destruction we as humans caused because we didn’t ‘ascend’ correctly. Imagine having godly powers, but being an asshole so all you do with those powers are bad things. Quantum Mechanics, whatever that is, proves that intent creates reality on a scientific level.”
Vasco stared hard at his brother as he listened. It sounded insane, utterly and completely. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Still it was a lot to handle while still trying to deal with the fact that you’ve lived multiple lifetimes and aliens who could shape shift really did live on the same planet. “Understood, sort of. Keep talking.”
“So, because of this failed experiment per say we tried again. Welcome to Earth. According to what’s down here, and I have no idea how the hell we got this information by the way, it’s actually the destruction of Atlantis that knocked the Anunnaki home planet into our solar system. Conditions were set to keep us from accessing our power until the time was right. That is the purpose of the elite and the Anunnaki. So, now the time is right, we’re supposed to be released, and get our knowledge back but the powers that be are acting like a bunch of stingy bitches. Regardless, it’s going to work this time. So says everything I’ve read. Oh, and end date is December 21st, 2012,” Lucien said.
Vasco blinked in surprise. “That’s next year. What exactly is going to happen?”
“Couldn’t tell you, because I’m not completely sure. We humans have to simply activate our seven chakras, connect with our Kundalini energy and voila, welcome to being cooler than the X-men.”
Vasco pressed his fingers to his temple. “And how does one go about activating their seven chakras?”
“Lots of different ways. The path you take is your own choice. You can read up on all that yourself.” Lucien grinned and waved his hand at all the boxes. “There is also a note here that when we’re ready for more on that end we should call Vaughn Junior.”
“Huh.” Vasco lapsed into silence again, retreating into his own thoughts. Once more his back teeth knocked together in succession for several minutes. He finally asked, “Does Alexandro DeMarco III still work in Homeland Security?”
“Oh, good call V. There was a note that when we got to this point we should call DeMarco.” Lucien started rummaging around in front of him, lifting various papers.
“Why don’t we just call Xavier?” Simone suggested, then she paused and a soft smile spread over her face. Liliana Terenzio–Zhane’s great grandson. Jesus, that was weird, to suddenly feel a swell of pride for someone you had always known as just a numbered cousin.
“Didn’t he just get promoted? I think I saw a memo about that at the last board meeting,” Lucien commented.
“You’re right. I think I have his number.” Vasco pulled his cell phone from his pocket and lifted it to his ear. “Name dial Xavier Zhane.” When it began ringing he pressed the speaker phone button and set it down on the table.
It was picked up on the third ring. “About time you called me.” Xavier’s voice rang through the phone.
“I didn’t realize you were expecting to hear from us,” Vasco said, then glanced at his sister and realized she was still smiling, wider now as if she were remembering something. Briefly he wondered again about the note Grandfather had left him concerning her and Mr. Kincade but he let it pass, for now. “We need to get in touch with Alexandro.”
“Yes you do. But first I need to give you all an update. Especially about your family,” Xavier answered.
Lucien cocked his head. “What about our family?”
“Not everyone with the last name Terenzio is on your side. Some people want the New World Order to succeed. Listen up, reincarnated Terenzio’s. Time to play the game as you do best.”
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June 9th, 2012
Undisclosed location
Alcyone Island 1:11 AM
Caleb Kincade was not unfamiliar with crime scenes. His career in law enforcement had started in Denver’s FBI division as a profiler tracking down Serial Killers. After that he’d been recruited into Homeland Security. A few years later the opportunity to come to Alcyone presented itself and he took it. As the Director of Security for Dion Corporation, a.k.a Mr. President’s personal army, he was the first one to get the phone call that Marcello and Demetrius Terenzio had been found dead. No security guard wanted to be the one to tell the rest of the family, especially when one death had not been expected.
Fifteen minutes after the call, Caleb was standing in the doorway to Marcello’s room. No one else had been permitted entrance; the list of those assigned to guard this particular area was so short it wasn’t that hard to ensure it. Sharp blue eyes flicked to the lifeless form of Marcello first and he sighed.
Caleb carried a lot of memories of this man and not just from his current lifetime. Kyle Zhane had been around when S.V.T. was alive, and he’d also been there when that man’s son took his place. It had been a mind fuck to meet Marcello again in his old age as a completely different person.
“See you next lifetime, Marcello,” Caleb said quietly then looked over at Demetrius’s body. Careful not to touch anything before the crime scene technicians (the island had recruited some of the best) arrived, he examined the bullet holes in both knees and the one in the temple. Caleb wondered darkly if Marcello had been forced to watch his son die before he died himself.
Shaking his head Caleb stepped back out of the room when he heard the voices in the hallway. He unclipped his Nextel from his belt, nodding in greeting at the four-man CST crew he passed. He pressed in the button on the top of the phone to use the walkie talkie feature. “DC#87, I need to send a message to the Don.” The Don was a term they used when referring to the Islands Governor, Isabella Terenzio.
The phone made a chirping sound before the voice came back. “What is the message, DC Alpha One?”
Caleb paused to watch the stretcher wheeled down the hallway and into Marcello’s room. He pressed in the button again and responded. “Tell the Don Phoenix is down. So is Griffin.”
The silence that stretched out was so long Caleb was going to beep the dispatcher again but the voice finally came through. “We are very sorry to hear that, sir. Message will be relayed. Confirmation will be sent to you
r phone.”
Caleb nodded to himself, replacing the Nextel. Once Isabella got the message the Island would be put on lockdown and that would alert the rest of the family. He knew he needed to call Vasco next, but he hesitated. If the triplets were where he thought they were, they would be hit especially hard by this news. That also meant Simone would remember…
He snapped out of that thought, his jaw setting as he watched Marcello’s body put on the stretcher and a white sheet pulled over him. It was hard to believe that a short five years ago Caleb had walked into Marcello’s office on a recommendation from the Director of Homeland Security, Alexandro DeMarco III. A year before that Caleb had begun the process of Ascension. He’d like to think he was about halfway through the process, but reaching a full kundalini awakening was not his goal this incarnation. Making sure the rest of humanity did was. More specifically he was here to protect Simone Terenzio, and that was the real reason he was hesitating in making that phone call. Not because he didn’t want to do it. He couldn’t wait to do it. Initially Simone probably wouldn’t suspect who he was, but eventually she’d know that two generations ago he’d lived as Kyle Zhane and that was a day he was as eagerly anticipating as the collective Ascension.
A siren rang in the distance and Caleb sighed. It would last for exactly thirty seconds then throw the island back into silence, and uproar. That particular sound only rang when the head of the family fell. It had been silent for a century. A minute later another rang for thirty seconds in a different pitch. Martial Law was next. Even though the killers had most likely left the Island by now, the authorities would shut down air and sea ports for at least forty-eight hours so a full investigation could occur. MPs were trained to be civil to tourists, locals were used to it. A few were jailed for becoming rowdy but were usually released after the initial investigation was complete.
No more stalling now. Caleb pulled the phone from his belt again. “Name dial. S.V.T.”
Chapter 16
‘However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you If you do not act upon them?”
-Buddha
June 10th, 2012
Alcyone Island
Residence of the Chief of Police 2:30 AM
Some women in life settled. Some compromised. Others like Victoria Vaughn decided to have their cake and eat it too. It wasn’t that she didn’t have all the material things she wanted. After all, her husband was the Chief of Police and even though he wasn’t a Terenzio by blood, the Vaughn’s had been adopted members of the family since Stefano Terenzio’s bodyguard and later chief of Police herself Antonia Bianca–Vaughn married one. There was money and lots of it. That was why she had married him in the first place, though she was certain he was none the wiser. It wasn’t that Leone was a bad husband. He wasn’t bad looking, wasn’t neglectful, but after seven years of marriage Victoria had gotten bored. Amadeo had been a welcome distraction. Eight months ago he had made his true intentions in regards to what he wanted to do with the family known to her. That was when she had really begun to betray her husband, when she started feeding Amadeo information he wasn’t privy to that Leone was. Life was certainly no longer dull, but really quite exciting.
Since Marcello’s and Demetrius’s death the Island had been on lockdown. She didn’t morn either of them, though Leone had cried like a baby tonight. The MPs had forced everyone into their homes, tourists into their hotels. She didn’t mind the brief house arrest, she was expecting someone anyway.
When the back door to her kitchen opened, a sultry smile appeared on Victoria’s face. A short silk robe was belted around her slender frame, barely touching the top of her thighs as she stood up from the kitchen table. There was nothing underneath it. “You’re late.”
Amadeo set the card key she had given him down on the countertop. Still in uniform, he walked over to her and without answering her question pulled her into his arms, pushing his mouth roughly onto hers. He didn’t stop until she was moaning like a bitch in heat, her arms tightly around his neck, her body arching in clear want against his own.
“You’re forgiven.” She whispered it breathlessly when he finally pulled away. God, he was everything Leone wasn’t, the best of both worlds.
“I don’t recall needing your forgiveness.” Amadeo hadn’t said it coldly, but rather matter of fact. He pulled back from her slightly, dropping his hands to the front of her robe and pulled it open. “Does he have any leads regarding the investigation?”
Victoria shivered in pleasure when she felt the cool air from the house hit her bare skin, contradicted by the brush of his warm rough hands as he pulled the garment down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “No, nothing.”
He took off his suit jacket, slinging it over the back of the chair. He unbuckled the front of his uniformed pants. “Good. I want to know the minute he or Caleb finds out anything.”
Her dark green eyes clouded with lust as she watched his movements, her tongue coming out to trace over her lower lip as she nodded mutely to his request.
She was so easy; it would have been boring if she wasn’t such a good fuck. Amadeo grabbed her by the waist, putting her up on the kitchen table. “Has he told his brother yet?”
Victoria wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer. She felt his lips suck at the side of her neck and whimpered, trying to focus on the question he had asked. “Y-yes. Derek knows. They’re working on something, something big that M-Marcello approved before he died.”
His motions halted and he lifted his head to look at her. “What are they working on?”
She shook her head, running her hands down the front of his chest and popping open the buttons on his shirt. “I don’t know. Leone didn’t say.”
He took a fistful of her hair and forcefully tilted her head back to look at him. She gasped in soft surprise and went motionless, unable to hide how much it turned her on. He knew it and often used it to his advantage. He pushed his other hand between her legs and began running his fingers featherweight over her. “What fucking good are you to me then? Hmm?”
She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short pants when she felt his fingers on her. She was already so wet, aching, more than ready for him. “I-I know. I’m sorry. I’ll find out.”
“Soon. Real soon.” He moved his hand, let go of her hair. She cried out fully when he grabbed her hips and pushed inside of her.
“Mmm…yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, attempting to capture his mouth under hers. He pulled away, silenced her protests and made her cry out again when he started taking her with short, hard thrusts.
“Has he heard from the triplets?” Amadeo’s voice was slightly strained as he asked, flicking his tongue across the lobe of her ear.
She heard his question, shook her head in a daze of lust. “Amadeo please, god, fuck me.”
His fingers closed around her throat as he stopped, keeping himself fitted snugly inside of her. “I asked you a question.”
Victoria groaned in frustration and wiggled her hips, trying to tempt him into continuing. It rarely worked, but oh when it did. And what he would do to her after. “He…n-no. He hasn’t talked to them. But I think, I think he knows where they are.”
Amadeo went still. The pleasure of her squeezed around him suddenly paled in comparison to what she had said. “How does he know where they are?”
He was driving her crazy. She whimpered in quiet protest, felt him squeeze her neck tighter and another rush of moisture flooded him. “I don’t know, I don’t know. I – I asked him and it was just…I knew he was lying to me.”
If Leone knew where the triplets were that was very, very good news. It was just the edge they needed to get their plans spinning into motion. Olivia would foam at the mouth when he told her. Amadeo smiled, his mouth curling sensually. “Good girl.”
He stopped teasing her.
Chapter 17
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.”
-Rumi-Mevlana
June 11th, 2012
Alcyone Island
Dion Corporation Board Room 9:01 AM
I should kill you both.” She whispered it but you could sense the hazy fog of danger behind those words. Gray eyes were hidden by Simone’s down-turned head and the ruthless clench of closed eyelids. Her face was a cracking wall, crumbling tiny piece by piece, threatening to collapse.
They had returned to the Island after Caleb called them. News of their father’s death had hit hard. She had worried terribly about how Daddy would fare after their grandfather died and at first she thought it was suicide. When she learned he was murdered, she was furious and she wasn’t the only one.
She had cried, she had silently and verbally raged the entire trip home. After what Xavier had told them they knew exactly who to question about the murderers, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet at least. When the plane touched down at LA airport on the island she had wanted nothing more than to curl up in her husband’s arms and take five minutes of needed silence. Instead when she stepped off the plane whomever Vasco had sent to watch her husband handed her a thick envelope and confirmed her fears.
She’d left Vasco and Lucien standing on the tarmac and come straight to the boardroom. Her husband and a close friend. She’d sent MPs to pick them both up and left pictures of them together, some more graphic than she would have liked, sitting on the edge of the conference table.
Neither Victor, nor Cassie said a word, not after a statement like that. It was ironically funny that someone could do anything behind a Terenzio’s back, but she had never thought to look here. Not so close to home, where she should have looked to begin with. They were learning that lesson in spades. But she had believed so completely that that trust would not be broken.