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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
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
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