The Second Coming Chronicles: Box Set: The Rapture Dialogues - The Nephilim Imperatives - The Minion Protocols by Terry James & Gary W. Ritter

Author:Terry James & Gary W. Ritter [James, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The new NORAD inner-mountain complex

Takeoff had been delayed for eight hours because of snow over the Denver area. George Jenkins was in a seething rage by the time he walked into his office just over five hours after his government jet departed Andrews Air Force Base.

“Where’s Kline?” His words were shouted at the squat, balding scientist who followed him into the office.

“He’s preparing the subject for tomorrow morning’s experiment,” Clyde Bledsoe said. The PhD stood, fidgeting with a clipboard while his boss stood, rummaging through the middle drawer of the desk.

“Where is the damned thing?”

Jenkins moved his hand angrily through the long drawer, his face reddened with blood pressure-raised frustration.

“Ah! Here it is.”

He pulled from the drawer a slim remote device, pointed it toward the right of the desk, then pushed buttons that activated several monitors set within the wall.

“Do you need me?” the scientist asked. “I need to help with the Project Scotty subject studies, if I’m not needed here.”

“Yeah. Go to the rest of the pointy-headed…”

Jenkins’ castigating words were cut short when he saw on the largest of the screens a close-up of the young female being led to the stainless-steel table. The woman assisting her, dressed in a white lab coat, steadied the girl while she moved up the two steps, then helped her lie down, face up, on the table.

“That the Lansing girl?” Jenkins asked.

“Yes. The brother--” the scientist looked at the clipboard “--Clark Lansing--is scheduled next.”

“Why is she so calm? Surely she’s not volunteering for this.”

“She’s had no sedation. I can’t account for her state. They did something. Whatever it was, she’s been cooperative.”

He knew what they did. Had seen it before. They had done it to him many times. He knew they had done it to him, but he never remembered. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just ... nothing. Just a black-out of some duration. It had bothered him at first, but no longer did. The…things…would help him accomplish his goals. Would help his nation develop the RAPTURE through Project Scotty? Develop it to the point the armies could be produced that had no fear, that were dispensable, because they had no families, no loved ones, no consciences…

The girl and her brother were the only two who had the precise genetic make-up to complete the work successfully, according to…them… Morgan and Clark Lansing’s grandfathers, then their parents. The genetic tampering, manipulating and rearrangements had been done long ago. He didn’t understand it all. Didn’t care to understand it all. So long as one George Jenkins came out on the top of the heap…

The camera from above the table zoomed in to frame Morgan Lansing, now strapped to the table. Her eyes were closed beneath the surgical head covering, while people in operating room garb worked over her body.

Jenkins watched with fascination while they prepared the girl. His thoughts ran in often-used neuron-to-neuron synapse routes throughout his brain. Routes that he had cerebrally retraced many times.

The two imperatives. His imperative and…theirs. This was the beginning of those two, distinct, all-important purposes of the project coming together.

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