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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
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Everett, Washington D. C.1802 hoursApril 26th. It all happened in a flashAmidst the Sheriff's endeavor to discern the next individual reclining on the ground, he unknowingly did not know that the seemingly inert figure still clung to his weapon, hands firm.In such proximity, the enigmatic individual squeezed the trigger. A searing blast accompanied the sharp crack as the gun went off, propelling the bullet on a direct course toward the robust lawman's collarbone. The impact that followed was of monumental proportions. The rifle owned by the lawman slipped from his grip as his shoulder bone fractured with a spine-chilling snap. Wracked with a jolt of terror-inducing pain, he crumbled, copious draughts of blood seeping from his left shoulder.The individual who had fractured Calum's shoulder squirmed to his feet much to the Sheriff's chagrin. He took off his goggles - it was Captain CrowneAgain, the other fellow too regained his footing taking off his mask and smarting from the
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