Revolution of the Gods: The Battle for Sol Book Two (6 page)

“I have already appointed a new head of security and clean up began two hours ago. The Helios debris should be cleared within 24 hours,” Pike dutifully replied as a technician entered the command room and whispered something in Rothstein’s ear.

“We have determined Hauer’s files are secured with a quantum encryption code. There are only two groups on Earth that have that capability. It is now a certainty -Hauer is unequivocally a Torahnossian,” Rothstein surmised.

G
eneral Straka’s image remained on the main viewer after the other sector leaders signed off. The group had just finished their last briefing before Operation Goliath was scheduled to launch. They had spent almost an hour reviewing their final strategies and were prepared to launch their offensive phase against 14 designated targets. These locations were facilities, bases, and installations directly controlled by C7 personnel within the NAU.

“I suspect General Vaughn will have little trouble neutralizing Wright-Patterson and Raven Rock. Even though the C7 has their own men in command, it has not yet vetted the lower command hierarchies. All of the colonels have indicated their support for Vaughn. The Martins base and Aberdeen Proving Ground will be his key confrontation. Although Lindherst depleted a significant number of the C7 assets from New York, the Maryland location will still be strongly reinforced by the armaments from D.C.,”
Straka cautioned.

“With General Alexander already gaining full control of the Southern RMC-HQ at Dobbins, we have a huge head start in that sector. He will be able to redirect his forces to Fort Hood and help shore up our efforts here in the central sector,” Bracken calculated.

“Our campaign here in the western sector is not going to be as easy with Mt. Rainer, Mt. Shasta and the Tehachapi facility. I must admit that I am concerned with our ability to neutralize those locations.”

“I understand how you feel. Despite the fact that our forces far outnumber the C7 personnel at Groom Lake and Dulce, I am certain their defensive capabilities will give us great difficulty. And I fear that a battle of attrition may decide the outcome.

“We still have a chance at Groom Lake to prevent a major confrontation but Dulce will most definitely be pure hell. We have certainly lost our element of surprise and Lindherst will be prepared now. The task to takeover Dulce was already difficult enough even when we had that tactical advantage. Cheyenne Mountain is not gonna be a cake walk either but General Sheppard has indicated that he will be able to assist us from the inside.

“Fortunately a complete takeover of each C7 base is no longer our primary mission. The distraction of the ROC evacuations and the diversion of the assaults on their NAU bases should help us achieve our new directive. We must create a division of their orbital fleet upon arrival. With Hauer’s help we have a chance to disable over half their force in our initial confrontation but we will only get one chance at it. The doctor has explained that we need to hold out a few more days before the Torahnossians can attempt to get their fleet here,” Bracken revealed.

“Exactly how is he going to do that anyway? The sector leaders have been given no details on that part of the mission. How many people does he have in his group here on Earth? How much help are they really going to be able to provide?”

“He has the GEO for one. Taon, as the doctor calls him, is the linchpin in their plan to enable the arrival of their fleet. And based on the video I saw from his encounter in Vegas with an S2, his abilities will allow him to operate like a one man army. Hauer has confirmed that the GEO reached their base in southern California and is currently being prepped for his mission. The doctor said that Taon will give them the ability to create some sort of vortex that will act just like the wormhole. I did not ask for details and he did not offer any.”

“Well, we had planned to secure the bases for much longer than
two weeks
, so this is not much of a deviation from our original mission anyway...”

“With the notable exception of the redistribution of our Griffin squads for the assault on Hauer’s newly suggested targets,” Bracken added.

Straka looked down at his desk. After a couple of seconds spent in reflection, he chuckled and said,
“Jacob, we will either be the fathers of the second American Revolution or the architects of a failed terrorist coup. The outcome of our battle will determine which of those histories becomes recorded as fact.”

“Let’s make sure it’s our version,” Bracken asserted, ending their last conversation before the commencement of Operation Goliath.

“Yes sir. Straka out,”
he replied, snapping back into battle ready form and terminating his connection.

Bracken rose to his feet, a task made more difficult with the use of only one of his arms, and walked across the conference room to a row of photographs hanging among some plaques on the Italian wood veneered wall. The general studied the picture of his former mentor. He looked down at his bandaged arm and back up at General Walker.

Oh my god.
Bracken recalled Walker’s demise.

It happened a little over three years ago just after Rex 84 was triggered. Walker and many of the officers now involved in Operation Goliath had argued against the internment of virus free citizens. The CIA, which had recently taken control after the invocation of martial law, ignored the military leaders. By October of 2028, the ROCs had already grown to enormous sizes and essentially became 21
^st
century concentration camps.

General Walker, in an effort to convince the CIA to relax some of the internment protocols, had traveled to FortHood. At the time, it was one of the largest detention sites in the country and he attempted to record and document the state of existence that had befallen America’s citizens. He never finished the report. The official story was that Walker’s V33 had experienced engine failure and went down near Lubbock. Up to this very day, his was the only V33 to go down as a result of non-combat engine related failure.

Looking with a dead gaze back down at his blood spotted bandage, Bracken thought about Osborne’s sketchy personnel file. He distinctly remembered that one of the few available chronologies provided in Osborne’s file was his assignment at FortHood just prior to his transfer to Dugway. The colonel reported to Dugway within the first week after Walker’s death and delivered the orders directing Bracken to assume provisional command until further notice.

Before that very second he had never put it together. Although he knew in his gut that the general had been murdered, Bracken had no reason to suspect Osborne in particular. But after learning that he was an S1 and enduring the earlier threat to him and his family’s lives, the general possessed the complete picture.
That motherfucker killed Walker and had me next on his list!

T
aon’s former home
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n Level 176 had not been cleaned by the Dugway staff. In a small cleared out section of the lab, Dr. Hauer was performing the autopsy on Osbourne when he heard the patter of footsteps entering near the bulkhead.

“Sir, Dr. Leroux requested to see you,” a corporal alerted as Courtney walked past him into Hauer’s untidy laboratory, wearing her newly issued khaki jumpsuit and brown boots.

“Corporal, can we see to it that the doctor gets an internal data pad?” Hauer requested. The officer nodded in acknowledgement and closed the bulkhead door.

“Dr. Hauer, I wanted to thank you again for what you did to ensure our safety downstairs,” Leroux offered, trying to disguise her curiosity at the equipment in Hauer’s lab. She continued, “I also wanted to know if you will explain to me exactly what is going on. I have studied that fragment for over two years and you obviously know way more about it than me.”

Hauer knew that her inquisitive mind wanted to know everything about the fossil. And he also knew that she was a very special talent. Deciding that Courtney did not present any threat, Hauer began explaining a more complete history – his history.

“Doctor, you have been privy to only small bits of extremely sensitive information. In order for us to proceed with our task, I believe it is prudent for you to possess a more accurate frame of reference. Please keep in mind that not even General Bracken has knowledge of some of the things I am about to share with you. I trust our conversation is in the strictest of confidence,” Hauer cautioned, walking over to the destroyed bio-medical array.

“
The cranial bone fragment that you tested was originally recovered in Tibet in 1938 at Lake Namtso by an arm of the Nazi SS called the Ancestral Heritage Research and Teaching Society. It was delivered to a secret Lebensborn facility under the SS headquarters in Munich where I held a staff position,” Hauer paused, anticipating a reaction from Leroux.

“You were a Nazi?” Courtney almost shouted.

“No…not in reality. My involvement with the SS and Lebensborn program was actually the result of an extensive subversion into their military at the time.”

Hauer walked behind the bio-med array and sat two of the chairs upright for him and Leroux. As he gestured for her to sit down, he continued, “Over the millennia, the Ansharians have attempted to establish a one world government to facilitate their infrastructure development of Earth as a new primary colony for their race. World War II was the last time one of their more aggressive contingents used a puppet regime to attempt the direct takeover of the world using military domination. Since that time more subtle factions have used different tactics, manipulating the global economy and creating the pandemic that culled more of the Earth’s population than all the human wars in history.

“My infiltration of the Lebensborn program was the fifth mission I have completed since 1751…” Before Leroux could interject, he answered her forthcoming question. “I am 332 years old. Both the Torahnossian and Ansharians have an average life span of 300 years. However, since many of the lineages of the original visitors have been diluted through the human species here on Earth, the average life span for those hybrids is anywhere from 100 to 120 years old. Only pure blood direct descendants still possess my type of longevity. But the Ansharians have many more direct descendants on Earth, as well as hybrids.”

“So you are saying that there exists five distinct humanoid species on Earth now?”

“Really there are only three. The Ansharian and Torahnossian genome is essentially identical and a hybrid from either race is indistinguishable. So what we really have are the pure blood alien descendants, the hybrids, and the very rare pure blood human descendants. But the culling of the last few years has drastically reduced the population of the last two groups.”

“They culled their own hybrids too?”

“As I said the hybrids are practically indistinguishable. Even though the Ansharian hybrids vastly outnumbered the Torahnossian hybrids, the Ansharians can only definitively identify their direct descendants. Furthermore, the Ansharians view all hybrids as inferior life forms. As a result of the intermixing of alien and human genetic codes on Earth, all hybrids eventually became susceptible to a long list of diseases; cancer, diabetes, multiple sclerosis - you name it, the list is very long.”

“So even a pure blooded human would have a higher resistance than an Ansharian hybrid against such genetic disorders?” Courtney asked while thinking,
it makes perfect sense. It explains why some ‘people’ seemed to possess a natural immunity to certain diseases. Those people were actually examples of how our race was truly supposed to evolve.

“Yes that is correct. And it is also part of the reason that only a select few hybrids ever had the knowledge of their true origin. So for all intents and purposes the hybrids and natural humans are of the same classification when it comes to the Ansharian effort to ‘racially cleanse’ Earth. Thus, the virus was engineered to target all hybrids and natural humans.”

Leroux leaned further back in her chair and blankly stared at the messy floor. “It’s kind of hard to believe they would just kill off their own hybrids,” she muttered.

“You must understand that over the course of 24,000 years, Earth’s population accelerated beyond the ability for the Ansharians to directly control with use of force alone. Basically, they needed to cull the population, including the portion that they knew were their own hybrids, in order to control the planet more effectively. In so doing, their primary concern to conserve the planet’s remaining natural resources was successfully addressed.

“The Ansharians have approximately 600,000 direct descendants with about 3,000 of them directly representing the controlling interests of their race on Earth, and all of them were immune to the virus. They isolated the remaining healthy portion of the hybrids and natural humans in the ROCs and similar camps around the world. The chaos that ensued following the pandemic allowed the Ansharians to finally gain control of all the world governments. And now, the one billion or so survivors on your planet are destined to become slave laborers for the Ansharian war machine.”

“You guys couldn’t stop the pandemic?”

“As you discovered, the SyovaVirus was purposely engineered to be highly communicable and attack an individual’s brain cells rapidly. It has always just been a matter of time before the Ansharians initiated its release to exploit the genetic deficiencies in the hybrids. With our limited resources, we knew there would be little that we could do when they made their decision to begin full scale culling. Therefore, my people decided to focus our efforts into other forms of subterfuge and subversion to attempt to delay or disrupt the Ansharians overall command structures,” Hauer replied, showing visible distress over the lack of their ability to stop the pandemic.

“Anyway, back to the cranial fragment. At the time, even though the Germans possessed some rather advanced technology, a proper analysis could not be performed. Although we had the equipment to conduct an analysis at a place we call the Zealieon Sanctuary, it was not worth the risk of transporting it at that time. The fossil was left under the supervision of our program and never redressed before the end of the war.