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THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER SIXTEEN
London, United Kingdom.1200 hours26th April.As the aircraft descended gracefully through the azure sky, gradually nearing the tarmac, a sense of pessimism surged through her mind. The wheels of the plane touched the ground with a gentle thud, marking her arrival in London after her hopeless quest in Switzerland. With a flicker of disdain in her eyes, she observed the diverse landscape unfolding before capturing familiar glimpses of the ever busy Heathrow airport. Once the plane came to a complete stop, the hum of the engines faded away, and the cabin doors swung open, revealing a bustling world outside. She swiftly stepped into the jet bridge, where a cool breeze welcomed her, heralding her return to the land of her birth. The spygame almost making her an alien at home.The clatter of footsteps and the murmur of conversations filled the air, as fellow passengers disembarked alongside her, each with their own unique stories and destinations.Following the crowd, she quickly made
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Everett, Washington D.C.0800 hours.26th April.His consciousness emerged suddenly from the abyss that once rendered him comatose.The world around him was draped in a soft, pastel glow as the sun heralded the morning sky.The scene around him was an inhibited romp.As he sat here, ensnared within the twisted wreckage of the once sleek Dodge Ram, the reality of his dire situation began to sink in. The disarray around him mirrored the chaos that led him here, a haunting reminder of the ill-fated speed chase that ensued overnight. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins had now given way to searing pain, every inch of his body smarting from the impact of the ghastly motor accident.His mind raced wildly as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of his actions. He could still hear the blaring sirens, the flashing lights, and the relentless pursuit by the police which was now etched like a hieroglyphic in his memory. He could still recollect the screeching tires and the pounding of
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Everett, Washington D.C.0915 hours.April 26th.The Sheriff directed a fixedtowardowards her, cognizant of the fact that she was likely engaging in some sort of surreptitious behavior. Despite Clara's covert looks and the fluid dexterity with which she operated the device, the Sheriff discerned she was up to something.Soon the device emitted a muffled buzz.The jarring sound agitated his nerves. The Sheriff jolted upright, rumbling towards her with a face contorted into a ghastly expression of disdain. Clara observed him making a beeline for the device, but her meager frame proved insufficient to fend off any possible strike from the Sheriff. He clutched her arm in a tight grasp as she let out a desperate yelp. He peevishly mustered all of his might and sent the device tumbling from her grip.Clara was left reeling from the Sheriff's impetuous behavior. Having just sent an urgent text message, she was taken aback to see Crowne's call coming in. However, due to the mad rage of the s
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER NINETEEN
Moscow, Russia1145 hours.26th April.Seated in the opulent sanctuary of his office, Oleg, found himself immersed in profound contemplation. Despite the exquisite collection of antiques that adorned the room, his mind remained consumed with thoughts of the elusive Strauss and his mysterious agenda.The icy gaze of Stalin immortalized through a meticulously sculpted bust, bore down upon him, sending shivers down his spine. Positioned strategically on the wall, directly across from his colossal table adorned with towering stacks of documents, a vintage telephone, and a state-of-the-art personal computer, the presence of the dictator's stern visage was impossible to ignore.Glimmers of sunlight danced their way through the slits of the Venetian blind, cascading into the room like ethereal ribbons. Accompanying this gentle illumination, a tender breeze drifted in through the window, carrying with it the scent of an impending monsoon, its arrival a mere whisper in the wind, weeks away fro
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY
Everett, Washington D. C. 1305 hours. 26th April. The bustling setting was brimming with captivating characters, all seemingly tied to the popular figure who had transitioned from a celebrated war hero to an elusive outlaw.From the relentless press, diligent cops, and dedicated paramedics, to the curious locals, the rugged path winding towards the perilous summit, overlooking the sprawling expanse of Everett forest, buzzed with a flurry of commotion. Sheriff Calum guided his vintage car along the twisted road, accompanied by his fresh-faced deputy, sporting a soot-marked mustache, to a spot where a dozen police cruisers were parked - It had now become a temporal parking lot.In the heart of the impromptu parking space stood a colossal, time-worn tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like ancient fingers in a desperate bid for connection. This magnificent arboreal entity stood tall, its weathered trunk offering solace and sanctuary to those who sought its shade. It soon becomes
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Everett, Washington D. C. 1345 hoursApril, 26thThe twelve National Guards, accompanied by four ravenous cadaver dogs, defied the rugged challenges of the jaunty cliff in a bid to capture their quarry who was also a fugitive of the state. Their descent was facilitated by state-of-the-art mountaineering equipment. Each one donned special weapons and gadgets required to ease their sojourn in the rugged terrain. As they scaled the treacherous precipice with a calculated finesse, Ed could not but wonder what kind of man Crowne was. News of his astounding survival was rife. The account painted a picture of a man well-acquainted with the unforgiving landscapes of combat, a hardened soldier not to be trifled with. Yet, despite his remarkable reputation, Ed knew better than to underestimate the Captain. Armed or not, this enigmatic figure possessed a formidable presence that could not be disregarded.One by one, they descended stealthily, landing upon the verdant forest ground. On their pa
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Everett, Washington D. C.1400 hours26th April. The dog recklessly bounded into the depths of the foreboding mines. The dark labyrinthine tunnels conspired against its acute and primordial sense of smell, saturating the air with an intoxicating medley of herbs and shrubs that masked any discernible trail. Confusion wrestled with its instincts, as the dog's finely-tuned olfactory prowess struggled to dissect the cacophony of scents that swirled around. Amidst the dark recesses of the mines, the very essence of the dog's purpose faltered, overshadowed by the mélange of aromatic distractions that permeated the space.The hound's discerning senses were soon submerged in a tumultuous sea of sound as the gushing, bubbly waters surged forth from one of the chambers that comprised the enigmatic mine. The canine's acute ears, once attuned to the slightest rustle or whisper, now strained to distinguish the source of these mesmerizing aquatic symphonies. Undeterred, the hound's primordial in
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Everett, Washington D. C. 1715 hours. April 26th.Amidst his unconscious state, a piercing cry, reminiscent of an albatross soaring in a far-off realm, abruptly snapped him back to present reality.As his eyes slowly fluttered open, he abruptly realized that he was still in the forest. Determined to regain his footing, he fervently attempted to rise upright, only to discover with mounting dismay that he was restrained, his hands and feet had been expertly tied while ensconced on the forest floor. This thwarted his efforts to break free.Utter bewilderment seized him as his senses registered the astonishing reality before him. To his incredulous dismay, he beheld a cruel tableau—the entirety of his loyal men, bound hands and feet, their bodies firmly tethered in arranged formation, mirroring his own restricted position.Adding to the disarray of his predicament, he began to discern an extremely precarious situation. His eyes now wide open scrutinized his attire, recognizing the grim
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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Rochester, New York. April 29th. 1030 hours.Derek again checked the gauges and buttons that adorned the control panel within the cabin. This was no ordinary task for him; it was a well-practiced routine. The imminent arrival of Train Eleven weighed heavily on his mind as he scanned the glass doors ahead. Like worker bees, the passengers hurriedly filed in, their faces devoid of emotion, as if controlled by some unseen force, their sole purpose being to reach their desired destinations with unwavering punctuality.A faint, high-pitched squeal pierced through the confines of the cabin, confirming the radio's activation. He deftly picked up the receiver from its specially designed cradle on the control panel, handling it with a sense of purpose and determination.It was Jacks typically low nasal voice: 'Base to Eleven. Over.''Eleven to Base. Good morning, Jack. ' Derek emitted with a smile. 'Base to Eleven. You never try sounding formal.'Derek chuckled: 'Eleven to Base. You should
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Everett, Washington D. C. 0915 hours29th AprilAs the sleek black vehicle came to a halt, Agent Thomas could not shake off the ominous feeling that Tony and himself were slowly descending into an enigmatic labyrinth. Each new piece of information they unearthed seemed to lure them further into a web of mystery, a realm porch where their understanding reached an unsettling abyss.As they stepped out from their vehicle, their eyes were instantly drawn to the , partially cloaked in the sturdy shelter of the overhanging structure of the unassuming safe house. Crowne and his lovely spouse, Clara lounged with ease, indulging in relaxed conversation.An unmistakable shift rippled across the couple's faces as they noticed the two guests. Before long, Agent S emerged from the shadows, his curiosity piqued by a mere glimpse of Thomas' vintage automobile. It was abundantly clear that something was not right. With a casual flick of his hat, Thomas greeted the gathering in a manner reminiscent o
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Rochester, New York. April 29th. 0905 hours. Night's grip was unyielding, and even with Roxie's company, slumber remained elusive. That diminutive container occupied his every thought. Solo's directive echoed in his mind, urging him to transport it to the long-standing Rochester train terminal, where he had dutifully manned the controls for half a decade.He recalled Solo's instruction back at the bar: 'Get this on the controls to the electromagnetic tracks and let it do its thing. 'Solo's eyes glimmered with a deceitful glint as he cautiously departed the smoky tavern. This prompted him to contemplate upon the singular desire that fueled his existence. The dimly lit street stretched out before him, a labyrinth of possibilities and wicked allure. Yet, as he lingered at that moment, one thought dominated his mind-what lay ahead if he took this tiny vessel to the control room of the train terminal? The morning sun cast a vibrant glow upon the sprawling metropolis of Rochester, ill
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Brasilia, Brazil. 0105 hours. 28th April. As she stepped out of the elevator, an unmistakable sense of scrutiny washed over her. Her unique allure, akin to a precious jewel hidden amidst ordinary stones, drew lingering gazes.She gracefully traversed a dimly lit passageway, bathed in the glow of colossal neon lights. The corridor led her to an ornate archway, granting a grand view of an expansive hall adorned with an array of tables and chairs. At one end, a glass-topped bar gleamed, while at the other, a raised platform hosted a sultry, buxom Latina vocalist, serenading the audience with a soulful blues melody. The plaintive notes of her song seamlessly intertwined with the delicate plinking of a piano, performed by a middle-aged man donned in the attire of an El Mariachi.As she gracefully descended the trio of regal steps leading into the captivating gathering area, she spared a fleeting moment to search the sea of faces fixated on her for any sign of Benicio.Her eyes finally
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Everett, Washington. 2355 hours. 27th April. Navigating the maze of streets, their vehicle glided towards another healthcare facility, situated a mere two hundred meters from St. Catherine. Once again, Tony begrudgingly abandoned his comfortable haven and rendezvoused with Thomas at his hotel. As they finally reached their destination, the weary building slouched before them, guarded by a battalion of policemen. The boulevard, awash with a kaleidoscope of neon lights, lent an air of vibrancy to the scene.Atop the vast terrace, the Deputy stood, his countenance reflecting the same weariness that plagued the two Agents.'Hello Agents, nice to see you again. 'Thomas expressed a wry grimace while Tomy expressed a stoic countenance. Thomas replied: 'I was surprised that we had to come back here again. Never knew there could be a break in this case this fast.''We had evacuated the unconscious bodies initially to the ambulance before they were examined. It was an oversight I guess
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Brasilia, Brazil1006 hours27th April. As Thelma stepped off the aircraft, her mind became consumed with anticipation for what lay in store. Countless queries began to swirl in her thoughts, leaving her yearning for genuine understanding.Surrounded by a lively crowd adorned in vibrant hues, she hastened towards the airport terminal, her presence seamlessly blending in with the joyful atmosphere.The terminal teemed with a bustling crowd, every nook and cranny brimming to capacity with eager passengers.Unfamiliar with the sights and sounds of Brazil, Thelma embarked on her inaugural journey to the country, captivated by the palpable energy that infused every inch of the land. Determined to grasp the essence of this remarkable place, she made a concerted effort to immerse herself in its vibrant pulse.After navigating her way through the labyrinth of airport officials, Thelma's spirit, unfortunately, wilted under the weight of the incessant back-and-forth that seemed to characterize
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Everett, Washington D. C. 2205 hours. 27th April. Thomas Lang drained the last remnants of his glass, weighing the idea of retiring to the solace of his hotel room. The ambiance of the dimly lit bar barely masked the fatigue swirling within him. Just as he was about to make his move, his device stirred, its insistent buzz demanding his attention. Curiosity piqued, he promptly engaged the line, allowing his voice to resonate through the air with a measured intensity: 'Hello. 'It was Carles'There's been another gruesome murder at St Catherine's Hospital. 'Thomas was flustered: 'What? ''Where's Agent Tony? ''The hotel, I guess, ' Thomas was reaching for a cigarette. 'Get him and hop down there, there's a killer on the prowl. ' Carles said, an extreme show of concern evident in his voice. Thomas lit the cigarette and responded between exhaled fumes: 'Okay boss. 'With a swift motion, Carles terminated the connection on his end, severing the virtual thread that had bound him
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Everett, Washington D. C. 0912 hours27th April. The sleek sedan screeched to an abrupt halt amidst the clamor of the bustling concourse, its tires leaving skid marks on the worn asphalt. Thomas Lang emerged from the vehicle, his steely gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene sprawled before him. Meanwhile, his partner, Tony Brady disembarked and stood outside the car, grappling with the weight of the Director's instructions. Coolly, Thomas extracted a cigarette from the confines of his tailored suit, retrieving a lighter from his trouser pocket with a swift, practiced motion. A quick flick of his thumb ignited the flame, casting an ethereal glow upon the smoldering tip of the cigarette. Inhalation followed, wisps of smoke curling into the air as he contemplated his next move - a decision to peruse the murder scene and possibly come up with an appraisal of how the crime took place.The constabulary had commendably managed to enclose the vicinity, shielding it from the persistent mob
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CHAPTER THIRTY
Everett, Washington D. C. 0916 hours27th April. Startled from his peaceful slumber, he was roused by the hushed symphony of voices drifting through the air. A gossamer beam of light pierced through the fortified window, casting a delicate glow upon the room. Turning his gaze to his side, he beheld Clara, nestled against his chest, blissfully lost in the depths of sleep. The dawn had arrived, offering a respite from the chaotic events that had unfolded the previous day. Finding solace in this tranquil respite, he cherished the serene moments they shared. But as the morning unfolded its delicate tapestry, a surge of curiosity tugged at him, beckoning him to explore the source of the sounds that reverberated from the living room. The enticing thrill of possibilities sparked within him, urging him to venture forth from the comfort of the plush bed.Even within the confines of a secure safe house, he could not surrender his safety entirely to a so-called safe house or the presence of
