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THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Everett, Washington D. C. 1906 hours. April 26th. As the van raced through the bustling crossroads, its sirens wailing in a chaotic symphony, Crowne couldn't ignore the sense of electrifying anticipation that seemed to wrap the city in a captivating haze. He observed this from the narrow window within the bay he occupied Carles.In the depths of his thoughts, a notion popped up – the City had grown weary of the nefarious deeds of a tainted and dishonest Sheriff, or so he surmised. After some minutes, the panel van changed direction, finding itself amidst a tranquil neighborhood, far removed from the exuberance of the unruly thoroughfares. The prevailing serenity of this new territory did not escape his notice.Amidst his ruminations, his musings turned to Clara and Lucille. He acknowledged the suffering he had inflicted upon them, a toll he deemed necessary to uphold the revered principles of law and order in the grand tapestry of existence.While he was engrossed in a pensive ma
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
London, United Kingdom1402 hours26th AprilOut of the blue, Ballard reached out to Thelma, catching her off guard as she savored a cup of coffee in a quaint café. Her phone hummed with a message that beckoned her attention. The task at hand: a journey to Pointsdeep, where the esteemed Dr. Lee Mason was domiciled. Without delay, Thelma dialed Pete, summoning him to whisk her away from the pleasantly warm café setting.In a matter of twenty minutes, Pete arrived at the elegant café. With a sense of urgency, she quickly approached and eased herself into the car. As Pete brought the vehicle to life, it roared onto the highway that wound its way toward the distant and remote hinterlands.During their journey, Thelma couldn't escape the grasp of her thoughts about Quaresma. Her mind wandered, pondering his current predicament. Was he confined in a shadowy dungeon, perhaps facing torment? The most distressing notion that occupied her was the haunting possibility of Quaresma's lifeless bod
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Siberia, Russia. 1755 hours. 26th April. The chopper soared gracefully above the frozen expanse of the vast Siberian wilderness. As the sun vanished behind heavy clouds, a frigid wind swept through the desolate area, compelling the locals to hurry and huddle by their home's hearth. Within the snug confines, the fireplace crackled and emitted a modest degree of warmth, warding off the chill.Strauss had forever held a deep fascination for Siberia, a sprawling and enigmatic region renowned for its harsh and unforgiving weather patterns. The winters in this land were notorious for their bone-chilling cold, as temperatures plummeted well below freezing. The landscape, frozen for the majority of the year, presented an ethereal panorama of ice-covered terrains that seemed almost surreal.Siberia's history had long been intertwined with the grim tale of the Kremlin. This vast expanse had gained notoriety as a place of exile and punishment for political dissidents and rebels during both th
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Essex, United Kingdom1824 hours26th April. Guiding them out, he ushered them towards an exit within the vast expanse, which in turn led to a dimly illuminated passage. At the corridor's end stood the conspicuously positioned elevator.The elevator purred softly as it glided down the dim shaft and suddenly lurched to a stop on the fifth level of the colossal castle. Stepping out of the confined space, the trio found themselves venturing into a majestic turret, adorned with an ancient allure, offering a breathtaking vista of Pointsdeep. In ages past, this very spot had likely served as an observatory, granting vigilant soldiers the ability to safeguard the fortified stronghold.Within this space, the decor consisted of three austere iron chairs positioned in a somber arrangement around a dingy walnut table. Resting upon the tabletop, a metallic vessel brimmed with ice cubes, surrounded by an assortment of bottles, waiting patiently to be uncorked. An elderly butler, his visage marked
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Siberia, Russia.1915 hours26th April. Amid the resplendent domain, a towering automaton stood, its metallic stature shimmering brilliantly beneath the radiant illumination. Crafted with the utmost precision, every inch of the machine's external casing exhibited the impeccably honed workmanship of ingenious engineering. The robot's sleek and streamlined form exuded a palpable aura of practicality and efficacy. As Strauss maneuvered around the invention, carefully inspecting its meticulously designed limbs, they were captivated by the durable alloy encasing, a testament to its extraordinary craftsmanship. An array of sensors, resembling eyes, adorned the robot's exterior, akin to watchful sentinels continuously scanning the surroundings with astonishing acuity. Amidf its inert state, the dormant robot emitted an aura of immense power, accompanied by an inexplicable surge of latent energy. With its eyes closed, it seemed poised, eager to be awakened and fulfill its ultimate purpose.
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA 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
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA 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
THE EXTINCTION AGENDA 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-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
